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Sibling Snuggle	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 23340 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Sibling Snooze
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No, he didn’t…
The following day, in fact, went off without a hitch; as far as Ichigo was concerned, at least. He woke up rested and even with the rare smile on his face; for reasons he could not guess, he was just in a good mood. He slid off of his bed, stretched his arms up then out, twisted his neck for good measure, stood up and began his morning process.
Not once did his suspect that both of his sisters had crawled into his bed last night.
Yuzu was another matter. She didn’t even object when Ichigo waved through the threshold of the kitchen to say that he was meeting up at a café with Orihime and Chad. Normally, Yuzu would make a fuss that he was skipping out on the breakfast she had made; only Isshin, babbling about mealtime strengthening family bonds, chased Ichigo down the street with his ranting and raving. “You would want your mother to know that you walked out on breakfast?!” he could be heard shouting in the distance, no doubt waving the embarrassing poster of Masaki like a sigil.
Karin said nothing, hadn’t even acknowledged Ichigo’s existence all morning. She just sat down as always, muttered a good morning, and helped herself to toast and requested orange juice, waving the empty glass to her up-and-about sister. But Yuzu did not pour the drink. No, this morning, she was upset and let Karin know it outright as she slammed the pitcher down ont the table.
“Careful!” Karin shouted, wide-eyed as the juice sloshed and the glass… didn’t shatter. “You could break it like that, Yuzu!”
“Where were you last night, Karin-chan?!” Yuzu huffed, her eyes glaring, but her cheeks were only a timid shade of pink.
Karin’s heart skipped a beat. “Last night?” she repeated, and all sorts of truths had to be hidden from explanation.
The sternness of little Yuzu’s face melted, and she looked like she was about to start sobbing. She did let a blubber or two escape when she said, “I had a scary dream. I… I looked for you in your bed, but you weren’t there!”
There was no accusation in her voice. Karin could sigh in relief. A secret was safe. Nonchalantly, always being master of her own emotions, Karin poured herself some juice. “I can’t be in bed when I need to use to restroom,” she disregarded Yuzu’s sniffling. She set the pitcher down and held her cup towards her lips. “Besides, you need to handle bad dreams better. I can’t always be there to tell you it’s alright.”
“I know,” Yuzu replied with big, watery eyes. The pink was spreading like wildfire. “But, since Karin-chan wasn’t there, I went to Onii-chan’s bed.”
The juice was at her lips, but Karin didn’t drink. Her eyes opened, but just partially, regarding her sister with a flat look, but there was purpose in that look.
Yuzu went on, ducking in close to Karin and whispering like they were not the only two in the household. “Onii-chan didn’t wake up.” She swallowed. “But… I felt…” She shuddered, now looking pale-faced like she was staring down a horrifying ghost. “I felt… him!”
Karin still did not drink. Instead, she lowered the cup somewhat, keeping her blank-faced stare as she discretely pressed. “And?”
“Karin-chan!” She must’ve insisted that Yuzu would cleanse the sin by walking down the street naked for Yuzu to look at her the way she did. “That’s Onii-chan! I shouldn’t…!”
Karin ignored the rest. She felt… safe somehow. She drank deep from her cup; two heavy swallows, and then down. “It’s okay… kind of. You went into his bed, and he’s a boy.” She shrugged and refilled her halved cup.  “What did you expect to feel?”
“I didn’t want to feel anything!” Yuzu protested, leaping up from her seat and smacking both hands down on the table in frustration. She huffed, puffing out her cheeks and leering at Karin. “You don’t know anything, Karin-chan!” She then stormed to the oven, promising not to cook Karin’s eggs the way she liked them.
If that was the worst in store for her, Karin was happy to accept it.
~~~
Karin would’ve preferred to let the matter go altogether; store it away as a night that never happened. She would be happy with that. Yuzu was not her kind, though. The youngest of the family held onto everything like a grave’s grudge, either treading on eggshells or stomping them to a crunchy goop. She was hot and cold to Karin and Ichigo both throughout the day, though Ichigo hadn’t the faintest clue what was up with her. When he asked Karin why their sister was being so vaguely passive-aggressive during dinner, Karin simply picked her empty plate up from the table, excused herself, and dropped her dishes in the sink before heading upstairs, leaving Ichigo to wonder when he erred against his sisters.
“Women are an enigma,” Isshin offered in sage-like performance. “They are also like snakes! Don’t try chasing them, Ichigo, or they’ll snap at you quicker than you can blink. Heh! Your mom was a wonderful woman.”
Ichigo scowled at him. “Didn’t you just say that women are snakes and an enigma?”
Isshin halfway nodded while sipping his beer before his eyes opened, and it showed hard that he realized the tripping of his words. In haste, he put his beer down and waved his hands back and forth.  “No, not your mother! She’s the exception!” he rambled, trying to put his feelings into words.
But Ichigo refused to hear this nonsense. “I’m going up to my room.” The unknown unsettlement between him and his sisters could work itself out. It had certainly started without his intervention; it could end the same way.
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“You shouldn’t blame Ichi-nii,” Karin said later that same evening, volunteering to help wash the dishes. “It’s not like he wanted to.”
“You said you wanted to help with the dishes,” Yuzu said firmly like her sister hadn’t said a word. She passed a washed plate over to her to dry. “We don’t have to talk.”
Karin rolled her eyes with a groan. Her sister could be such a pain. She dried with no enthusiasm; circle upon circle upon circle. She smirked and said, “I guess he wouldn’t need your help anyway.”
Yuzu cast her a look; wanting to seem uninterested, but she gave herself away.
“With all the girls around him,” Karin went on, snickering a little, “it’s no wonder he gets like that at night.”
“Karin-chan!” The sink full of suds and water surged as Yuzu threw down the plate she’d been cleaning. She was pink-faced again. “He’s our brother!”
“And at that age,” Karin rebuked. “He probably gets lots of help.” She moved her fist up and down suggestively, and even naïve Yuzu knew what she meant.
“That’s enough!” she demanded, now physical as she shoved at her sister’s shoulders as if to shove her out of the room and her words out of her head. She couldn’t possibly think Onii-chan was like that. Rukia-chan, Orihime-chan, Tatsuki-chan… Yuzu didn’t want to think of how her cherished big brother would tarnish his virtue like that! He was just pure, never to be corrupted in such a way!
Karin let Yuzu shove her for a bit, and then grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. But Yuzu refused to look up from the ground and let her big sister admonish her embarrassment. Karin did want to reprimand her by saying that Ichi-nii does what he wants, and that he can’t be the way they want him. Instead, she scoffed, sidestepped Yuzu, and walked upstairs tobed.
That would be their last interface for almost a week. Oh, they would exchange words of greeting or say “Excuse me” when passing by one another to use the restroom, but they were not about to break this sisters’ grudge easily; Karin had a reputation not to seem weak, and Yuzu was just childish.
But…
At the end of the school week, at the end of the day, Yuzu took a bath; not to clean up, just a place to be alone, away from everyone. But ‘everyone’ wasn’t there. Isshin had business at Ishida’s hospital, and Karin was the one to assist him, volunteering on Ichigo’s behalf so that he could stay home with his company.
Yuzu loved Tatsuki-chan and thought she was very cute, albeit a bit gruff at times. Maybe once, when they were younger, she could see the martial artist as a fit suitor for Onii-chan, but now more options had become available since opening his world to Soul Society. Rukia-chan was cute, more effeminate, but treated Onii-chan as a stern teacher treated a misbehaving student; Orihime-chan loved to help cook, but her tastes were odder than Yuzu was comfortable with; the busty blonde was… Yuzu immediately cancelled out the loveliest of all of Onii-chan’s female companion, not wanting to think of how the risqué woman would transform her well-behaved brother.
Knees brought up to her face, Yuzu pined and looked at the water. Her budding bosoms squished against her legs as she drew them up tighter.
“Onii-chan…”
“With all the girls around him, it’s no wonder he gets like that at night” Karin’s words echoed in her head, though she did not want to hear it.
“Onii-chan isn’t like that,” she argued, her ephemeral sister still repeating the mantra.  She turned her head, her cheek now against her leg. She looked to be drawing into herself to hide away from everything.
Including her secret…
She had told Karin the truth; just not all of it. She had snuggled under the covers with her big brother after the dream, and for a moment, when his arm draped lazily over her and she imagined her Onii-chan embracing her safely, she felt so secure and warm. She had burrowed up against his frame, remembering how they hadn’t been this close in years. Losing his Shinigami powers meant losing a part of himself, a large part of his joy. That meant even less hugs and less interest in just about everything.
But asleep… They were the happy brother and sister again.
Nothing could ruin that moment, or so Yuzu thought up until something jabbed at her navel. Hands up or around her, of course the girl was confused for a moment. “Onii-chan?” She looked at his face; still fast asleep. Next, she looked under the blanket, lifting it up and seeing to her horror the thing sticking out of his pajamas and stretching out to her.
She’d blushed and turned away from the pictures of the male anatomy in health class, but she hadn’t forgotten what it had looked like. Seeing her brother’s, however, her eyes could not turn away, though her cheeks had never been more aflame. And unlike those embarrassing pictures in health class, she had a sample she could touch. Not that she went all grabby all at once; it was strange enough to be staring at it. With this momentary lapse of gawking, she saw that it was actually lilting, not fully rigid.
Yuzu’s curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she poked the tip, finding it to be spongy… and maybe a little bit sticky? Her small hand latched around his center, but did not squeeze; she wasn’t entirely sure how sensitive the organ was, and thought that his murmur was a pained response to her poking him.
She had disengaged from his shaft, but that was all. Blushing, she tucked herself closer to Ichigo, burrowing her head beneath his chin and glancing beneath the blanket stretched out between them. She’d hardly gotten any sleep that night, watching his member; she even got up at the crack of dawn, leaving Ichigo asleep, but with one more, clearer peek at his cock…
She didn’t know how to react to it all, how to explain her strange and taboo actions, and Karin-chan hadn’t helped in the slightest.  That stickiness on Onii-chan’s thing; it hadn’t come from him. Karin-chan made her now fear the worst, that her honorable brother had become a deviant amongst all these pretty woman. Rukia-chan’s and Orihime-chan’s innocence may have already been compromised.
Sulking, she slipped further down in the water until it came up to just beneath her nostrils. Onii-chan…
~~~
“Heh! Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before challenging me on Tenkken,” Tatsuki bragged, holding up the cash she had won in the bet.
Ichigo, still sitting on the couch, leered at the TV screen, his fighter beaten and laying at the feet of hers. Well, she lives and breathes karate, he rationalized; makes sense she’d be good at fighting game. The money lost was annoying, but it wasn’t like Ikumi-san was short of jobs, and as cruel as she was in work ethic, she sometimes babied him by giving him more than he’d earned. “I’ll treat you to ice cream and candy,” she’d say, to which he’d reply that he wasn’t a child. Those extra earnings were usually saved up for his future, or he’d do something nice for her. But this time, it wound up in Tatsuki’s pocket.
“Well, it’s getting late,” Tatsuki said with her wolfish smirk still on her face. “I gotta get going home. You can borrow the game tonight. You need to practice.”
Ichigo turned away with a ‘Tch!’, but the game controller was still in his hands; he’d take her up on that offer. And while the skirmish may have left some animosity, he still walked her to the door, asked her if she was alright going by herself, and she refused, but added “Walk Orihime home sometime, even if she says no.” She winked and walked down the street with Ichigo scratching his head at the door.
A moment later found him back on the couch, rigorously trying to defeat harder and harder bosses.  Yet the best of them could not compete with Tatsuki’s deadly 43-HIT COMBO!! Frustration and determination were a deadly addiction when it came to gaming; Ichigo had played until his eyes gave out. In the middle of a battle, he fell asleep. The day had been tiring; Chad and Orihime had all sorts of errands for him to help out with – a side gig for Ikumi-san, no less; he cleaned when he got home and dinner was psychologically taxing with his two sisters’ odd behaviors.
Snoring softly, he slept uncomfortably with his head dangling towards his lap.
He might’ve slept there all night if one other wasn’t in the house: Yuzu.
She was dressed for bed, but had stayed up to check on her brother, not expecting him to be snoozing on the couch, exhausted from the game. Tatsuki-chan had gone home; for that, the suspicious, worrisome little sister was happy for. What if she had asked Onii-chan if they could go to his room and lock the door?!
Yuzu shook her head and rattled those worries away. No locked doors!  Father’s rule that was her rule that Father enforced. “Locked doors make it harder for a surprise attack,” Isshin had pointed out, to which Ichigo and Karin had both agreed that that was the reason they would want to lock their doors in the first place.
Cautiously, Yuzu padded around the couch, quietly calling Ichigo. He was asleep, fast asleep; nothing but a forceful nudge would stir him, and of course, Yuzu contemplated letting him be. Still, whenever he passed out on the couch, he’d complain about back pains in the morning; not good for work.
Yuzu made the decision to prod at his shoulder, yet came up short. Her eyes fell on his pants; specifically his lap. Amidst his hands and game controller was his groin, and while there was nothing off about it, Yuzu decided that she could see the lump that was his penis. She shivered, a feeling close to retching swelling in her throat.
Was she disgusted, though?
Her fingers trembled as if she were cold, her breath rising and falling quick and heavily. No, it wasn’t disgust; it was the intense feeling of anticipation, excitement, and risk. Her heart fluttered quickly; she almost touched her chest to experience it from without.
All those girls, and Yuzu probably didn’t even know them all…
She couldn’t be there all the time to run interference. In her mind, whomever Onii-chan ended up with was just as much her concern as his! And if he needed to take care of those urges…!
“With all the girls around him, it’s no wonder he gets like that at night…”  Karin’s fist pumped up and down.
Yuzu swallowed, red racing from ear to ear. Should she really do this? Could she?
Without thinking much of it, she’d taken Tatsuki’s seat next to Ichigo; her bottom didn’t quite fill out the shallow divot Tatsuki had left. “O-Onii-chan,” Yuzu started shakily, but bravely. “I’m… I’m going to do this for you. So you won’t have to… Um…” Her eyes fell, and they stayed fallen, locked on to her brother’s crotch.
Pajamas would’ve been easier to manage. His jeans had a button, a zipper, and boxers underneath. It was hard enough to deal with the button, fumbling with it with clumsy fingers for almost a minute; the zipper came down quick enough, but the boxers were too conveniently simple with the slot in front. He seemed to spring out before she had even mentally braced herself.
But here she was, gaping at Onii-chan’s thing. The pulse of her neck strengthened like it was pumping outward. In this clear light, unobstructed by the draping blanket, Yuzu saw the wholeness of him. It was somewhat long – for a flaccid cock – and girthy; Yuzu perhaps handled a few breakfast sausages that were not too dissimilar in appearance. But the head, the tip; it crowned like a fat mushroom.
That this was her brother’s penis was just about forgotten to Yuzu as she ogled it. She leaned over, staring down, mouth partially open and her face a deep shade of crimson. What about… the balls? She considered shoving her fist through the slot to get a look at those orbs, but this was risky/bad enough. Oh, she couldn’t even tell Karin-chan that she’d touched it before; this was a secret fit to stay with her inside a coffin.
Clearing her throat, she reminded her sleeping brother – and herself – that this was for his own good.  She received no gratification or pleasure from this…
And then she caught his base. Right away, she thought of how such a tall thing also felt so wobbly. It wasn’t at its peak yet, but Yuzu wobbled it all the same, blushing profusely at the wiggle of his shaft.
Ichigo murmured, his lips closing and shifting momentarily, but his sleep was uninterrupted. His body was on autopilot, and though his consciousness wasn’t aware of it, his brain received the stimulation of his cock in play and began to send copious amounts of blood to fill the poorly-inflated organ.
Yuzu’s gasp of shock was louder than she should have been comfortable with, but when the dick began to throb and harden, she wasn’t expecting it at all. The hand that squeezed him almost like a plush toy was forced open while the member grew solid and rigid, giving Yuzu something to marvel at rather than play with.
At its best, it was certainly a beast of a different kind. Nearly nine inches, though Yuzu couldn’t calculate that; she just knew it was taller than her hand and about as thick as a banana. Were boys usually prone to heft these things around all day? Yuzu remained red-faced and tightlipped, dazzled by what Ichigo unwittingly shared with her.
When this pressed against her stomach, it wasn’t this long!
She poked experimentally at the tip, and it bounced back and forth like one of those inflatable clown punchers.
It wasn’t this sturdy, either! And if what was taught inhealth class was to be believed, the harder an erection, the more focused on release… If Tatsuki-chan was here, Yuzu fretted, she’d be a victim of Onii-chan’s impure lusts!
“I’ll handle it, Onii-chan!” she declared as if he wasn’t asleep and was instead bated by demons. Once again, she shackled his cock at the base. Instead of squeezing, however, she began to mimic Karin-chan’s obscene gesture to the best of her capabilities. It wasn’t like stirring a pot or scrubbing dishes; if she had to liken it to something she was familiar with, it’d be polishing the sink faucets, but he didn’t have a curve and he was a bit thicker than the kitchen faucet.
If someone of experience had been watching her endeavor, they would be clicking their tongue in disappointment. All heart, no skill; a sleeping man would not be impressed at all.
Sitting side-by-side with her brother wasn’t helping much either. It turned her arm at the elbow, losing momentum and control. Twisting to him entirely was better, but tiring on her spine and balance became an issue.
Whining in frustration, Yuzu resigned herself to the floor, all but intent on aiding her brother from the wretched grasp of indecency. It was the worst thing to wedge between his splayed legs, but she did it and came face to face with his cock; the underside, actually, not the face. The tight skin led down beneath his boxers, where it loosened to carry the weight of his two testes. Again, she resisted the urge to see them and kept at it, dry-stroking him as best as she could.
This position was much better; she almost liked it, for along with the study of his intriguing part that she had shied away from in the past, she got to see his face. Asleep, good; but she’d always held on to the idea that her brother was very handsome. That was why he shouldn’t be swayed by just any girl.
“I’ll help you, Onii-chan,” she whispered to him, not realizing that she’d come so close to his cock now; so close that she sometimes felt the contact of him against her nose, though his scent was inescapable at this distance. She looked at the crown, and saw the first glisten that brought her to pause.
Something wet? Was this… semen? Yuzu curiously leaned in and watched as the now-pulsating cock pushed out a clear dewdrop that wept over his rim and down his cock. It looked like a tear, and there was just that one bit. Semen was supposed to be ejected in strong, consecutive bursts, right? Had Yuzu discovered something new?
She experimentally scooped the substance onto her finger and peered closely at it. Very slippery, little to no scent… But it had a sweet taste. Yuzu was mortified that she’d actually stuck her brother’s stuff onto her tongue just to identify it.  She stuck her tongue out in revulsion, but she couldn’t say the taste was bad. Just sweet…
It wasn’t semen, she finally decided, and went right back to pumping. What should come out should be white, and after discharged, his penis should shrink…
“Ah…”
Again, Yuzu was surprised. The voice shocked her because it was her own! Ichigo had kept to quiet, restful murmurs the entire time, shifting only once, though his pelvis obediently stayed in place. Yuzu’s hand motions were getting faster, and more confident. She stroked further up his length, and the fluid that had come from its slit had made her hand move smoother along his delicate skin. But in the throes of her efforts, she had started feeling unbearably warm. The place between her legs, where fine fuzz had just started to grow, was hot and wet. She thought, much to her embarrassment, that she had just wet herself without knowing, so preoccupied with Ichigo’s groin to sense her own needs.  Her tightly-tucked thighs squeezedtogether more, a good way to turn coal to diamond, a way to prohibit the tingly wetness from accumulating further.
Her hand moved faster; her free hand braced high on his thigh. She whimpered softly. She wanted him to finish, a strange need possessing her to see this through, to watch his body spit out the lusts that could cause him to do something bad. Vaguely, she remembered Don Kanoji saying something along those lines about purging the evil of a soul…
“Gah…”
At once, Yuzu looked up, though her determination kept her hand in vigorous motion. Ichigo’s head lolled to one side, and she worried when his eyes blinked open. But they were clouded, veiled from truth by the cloud of dreamland. Those misty eyes briefly regarded her, the color of her hair… her doe eyes…  “Ori…hime…?”  Then he was dozing again, sound asleep but for the tension of his hips as they slowly went into motion.
Yuzu at first thought it was her imagination, but when she took pause to confirm it, Ichigo pushed his cock through the hollow of her hand, wanting the stimulation to continue. She half-smiled, feeling a sense that she was doing the right thing for him, something that would calm and relax him. Just stay asleep a while longer and…
Another guttural grunt, a hitch in his breath, and Yuzu reached her objective. It caught her off guard, and she hadn’t expected it to be such a sudden and messy affair. She yelped as the wad of semen – white, gooey and discharged all at once –popped like a cork, sticking into her hair that she’d just washed and brushed.  Her shock only doubled then tripled when her face came under siege. The red of her cheeks were covered by pasty blasts that were warm, tingly and pungent.  But those three initial bursts were the only to get any air; afterward, his cock thumped and oozed like a lazy volcano, discharging layer upon layer of semen that thoroughly stained her hand. That soiled hand squeezed him harder than before like she was afraid of letting go; she acted like he’d go off like a hose at full blast if she didn’t choke the life out of it!
Eventually, the flood ended, and the tension of Ichigo’s body evaporated. He deboned with a heavy and grateful sigh. His sleep was unbroken…
But Yuzu’s unrest had just begun. She carefully took her hand off of him, watching strands of the goo stick between him and her stubbornly. Hard to deal with the mess on her face when her hands were no better themselves. She dreaded the state of them, quivering in place, unsure of why she was quivering; only sure that she was an absolute mess!
“O-Onii-chan…”
To the kitchen, she realized! Wash away the evidence as quick as possible before dabbing up the remainder on her brother and putting his thing away. Stumbling, her knees numbed from the floor and her legs feeling like jelly, she got up and looked to her destination.
And to the right of that destination, Karin-chan stood at the threshold of the kitchen, eyes home from helping her father and witness to the end of Yuzu’s scheme. She said nothing, but the mortified look on her face said it all.
She saw everything!
Yuzu couldn’t even find the nerve to cry.
~~~
Can’t decide whether or not to do a ‘timeskip’ for the next chapter; y’know, flashforward to 10 years later for a more mature Karin and Yuzu to confront Ichigo (but also deal with the Yuzu/Karin conflict first, of course)
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