Firm hands slid down her bare back, finally coming to rest at her slender, delicate hips. She felt herself encircled by strong lean arms. As her head rested over his sturdy shoulders, she inhaled the sweet perfume of his crimson locks. "Mmm..." She sighed with pleasure as sensations stirred all across her body.

The comfort of smooth skin sliding against her own withdrew for a second, pulling away until her eyes met his cerulean pools, trailing over the defined angles of his princely face.

His perfectly shaped lips were pressed gently against her own. Nanami submitted, parting her lips slightly as his tongue darted to meet hers.

The pleasures began to blur, building up faster and harder. Her back was exposed to the air as he pulled her atop and she rode him, arching her back as she reached her climax.

"Oniisama!"

She lay alone in bed, flat on her stomach. Nanami's weight shifted slightly as she clung to her bed sheets, which slowly were sliding off the bed due to her tossing and turning.

Touga leaned against the tall wood of the doorway, watching Nanami's discordant sleep. His shirt hung carelessly half open. She had seemed feverish that evening, and a good brother, he thought to himself, would check on his little sister to see if sleep would soothe away her sickness. He cocked a brow as he observed a strand of saliva dripping from her mouth to her pillow. Restraining a smirk, he thought to himself of the silly games she played, pretending she was a princess and yet, at the end of the day, here she was, drooling on her pillow and murmuring babble in her sleep just like any ordinary girl.

She moaned drowsily, as she shifted her weight a bit more, grasping what remained on the bed of her sheets weakly

"Mnn...o-oniiiiichama..."

The student council president raised his eyebrows, the realization gradually setting in. Her voice babbled on in a tone he'd heard from many girls before; it was no virus that afflicted her, but she certainly was sick. Perhaps there was no cure.

He had seen it those nights he'd left other girls' dormitories early, while they slept, to move on to his next conquest.

His mind wandered through familiar images; recalling his frequent dalliances. That brunette -- what was her name? As he'd slipped out of her room the other night, she'd murmured "Mn...sempai.."

It was in that same drowsy, lust tinted tone that his Nanami called out in her sleep.

Of course, his charm was enough to permeate their dreams. It would be impossible for a girl to be as near to him for extended periods of time, even his own sister, without falling under his spell. There were some who resisted, but, perhaps those were more likely instances in which he should apply more intervention.

He tossed his long crimson hair over his shoulders, returning his attention to the young girl laying in her bed before him.

With bemused blue eyes, he gazed upon the body of his sleeping little sister, who called out to him in her sleep, stricken with her affliction. Silently, he walked to her bedside and leaned in close to her. With careful fingers, he brushed a few stray locks of hair away from her face. He softly pressed his lips to her broad forehead; a goodnight kiss. Her skin was just as warm as it looked. Her condition was just as he had expected.

Touga's lips curved into a smile.

"Good night, Nanami-chan." He slowly turned and walked away from his lovesick little sister, closing the door behind himself, leaving Nanami and her dreams to the privacy of darkness.

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