A Sister's Love

A Moldiver fanfic by Duo Maxwell
(Duo_Maxwell@trust-me.com)

Moldiver is the property of Pioneer, AIC, and whoever else participated in its 
creation.

Warning:  This is a lemon.  Not only is it a lemon, but it's a... hell, just read for 
yourself.  The name really says it all.


	Hiroshi Ozora stumbled into the house.  He wasn't worried about 
making noise; Mirai and Nozomu were heavy sleepers and their parents were still 
not back.
	God, my aching.... everything.  Alka-Sober may kill the hangover, but not 
necessarily the headache.  That's the last time I go on a bender like that, he 
reflected.  Oh well.  The project's complete, and it's a success.  I'm the director; I 
can just call in sick tomorrow.
	As he made his way toward his bedroom, he looked over at the door to 
Mirai's room.  A moment later, he felt his pants become uncomfortably tight.  
	Dammit, not again.... thought I'd gotten past this a long time ago.... 
For the longest time, Hiroshi had been single, to all appearances shunning the 
dating life in favor of research and development.  Most people--even 
Kaoru--thought that he found this kind of life more fulfilling.  
	In truth, Hiroshi didn't date because there was someone he wanted very 
badly.... someone he knew he could never touch....
	Unbeknownst to Mirai, he had set up a handful of undetectable vidcams 
in her room, with real-time transmitters linked to his computer.  He had watched 
her undress and dress many times, watched her touch herself many times.... the 
hot thoughts had never left....
	What am I thinking?  Even if she wasn't my sister, she'd never think of 
me in that way.  Maybe it's time for me to start dating again....
	Sighing, he entered his room.
	
The sound of the door sliding shut awakened Mirai Ozara.  "Hmm?" She pulled 
herself out of bed and padded over to the door, easing it open enough to see her 
elder brother Hiroshi stumble down the hall to his room, pushing it shut behind him. 
 He didn't look at her, but she caught his face.  The omnipresent stubble had 
thickened by at least a factor of three, and he had dark circles under his eyes.  He 
pushed his door shut as he walked through.
	"Wonder what that's all about?" she muttered.  A pang of worry started 
to make itself known, but she brushed it back.  "Probably just working late again."  
That in itself was entirely possible; ever since the last Moldiver incident, Hiroshi 
had become one of the head honchos on a project to fit all next-generation 
spacecraft with Mol-units.  A project of that magnitude would make any man dead 
on his feet.  
	I hope you're all right, Hiroshi, she thought as she started to close her 
own door.  
	She stopped as she saw that his door wasn't completely closed.
	She crept out of her room to ease the door shut, peeked in--
	--in time to see Hiroshi take off his shirt.
	Mirai's eyes widened.  While not as built as her beloved Misaki-sempai, 
her brother was in suprisingly good shape.  She felt a tightening in her stomach, 
one she had not felt in a long time.... not even from Misaki-sempai....
	Mirai was a good liar when she needed to be.  
	And she had been lying to herself since she was fourteen.... when she 
found that the man she wanted was her own brother.  She had not called him 
"onii-chan" since then, or let him hug her, afraid that if he did, that she would.... 
would....
	Close the door.  Walk away.  Now, Mirai, her mind insisted.
	Hiroshi chose that moment to drop his pants.
	....I can't.
	Her eyes moved down his chest to his thighs, and she gulped as she 
saw the bulge in his shorts.  
	Did I cause that?
	For the longest time, she had known about the small cameras in her 
room.  She knew that he watched her, and that he probably got off while watching 
her.... and it excited her.  A few times, she had even played with herself for his 
benefit.  She knew that he wanted her.... and she wanted him.... 
	....but she was his sister....
	She shifted her position against the door.
	Unfortunately, she had forgotten that the door was partially open....
	
	Hiroshi was about to climb into bed when his door abruptly slid open 
and Mirai came tumbling into his room.  "Nani?"
	"Uh.... Hiroshi!  Ah ha ha ha ha...." Mirai bounced to her feet, her cheeks 
burning.
She suddenly remembered what she was wearing--bikini panties and a tank top.  
"So sorry, I was jus--"
	Hiroshi gulped.
	"Huh?"  Mirai's eyes met his, then traveled down his body to his crotch.
	My god, he's huge....
	"M-Mirai, I think you'd better go to bed...." Hiroshi stuttered.
	Mirai's eyes were still on Hiroshi's bulge, and she was starting to think.  
Oh god I want that inside of me....
	What about Misaki-sempai? part of her mind whispered insistently.
	Fuck Misaki-sempai, the rest of her shot back.  
	Don't you mean "fuck onii-chan?"  her lustful side piped up.
	Exactly.
	Suddenly all her inhibitions disappeared, and she smiled hungrily at her 
brother. "Onii-chan...."
	Hiroshi fell back on his bed.  His erection had just grown even more.
	Mirai pulled off her tanktop.  No bra underneath, and her pert breasts 
bounced enticingly.  The nipples were already hard.  
	A stream of blood shot from Hiroshi's right nostril.
	Mirai giggled cutely.  "Onii-chan, you're so silly...." She climbed onto the 
bed and onto Hiroshi.  She pressed her lips against his with a muffled sigh of 
delight while dragging her nipples up and down his chest.  The ensuing sensations 
this provoked were very enjoyable....
	"Mmm...."  It took Hiroshi a moment, but he finally was able to pull his 
mouth away from hers.  "M-M-Mirai?"
	Mirai pouted cutely.  "O-nii-chan!  Don't stop now!"  She reached down 
for his waistband.  
	"B-but wh-what're you doin'?!"
	"Something I've wanted to do for a long time."  Mirai silenced him with 
another kiss and eased his shorts down.  His member unfurled, and Mirai felt her 
already-moist Jade Gate get even wetter.  "Oh, my!  Onii-chan, you're so big!"
	"Mi-chan...." The term of affection escaped his lips before he quite 
knew what he was saying.
	"Onii-chan...." Mirai brought her lips back down onto Hiroshi's for a long 
moment, before starting to kiss down his chest.  Very soon afterward, Hiroshi felt 
an incredible sensation echo through his body.  He managed to crane his neck 
enough to see Mirai taking him into her mouth.
	"W-what're you doin', Mi-chan?" he managed to bite out.
	Mirai removed her lips and smiled up at him.  "You like?"
	"Uh-huh...."
	"Good." And she took him into her mouth again, swirling her tongue 
around the length of his shaft.  Mmm.... he tastes good....
	"Ohh.... Mi-chan...." Hiroshi let his body relax for a moment before 
realizing that he should do something for his loving sister.  Fortunately, she was a 
step ahead of him, and positioned herself over his face, giving him a very good 
view of her sheer cotton panties.  Her arousal had soaked them to the point where 
he could clearly make out the soft thatch of light brown hair just above her Jade 
Gate.  Hungry for her, he eased her panties down and pushed her thighs down to 
his face.  Her juices started flowing into his mouth; intoxicated by their flavor, he 
began to probe with his tongue.  She tasted wonderful.  She moaned louder as his 
tongue brushed against a soft barrier: her hymen.  The knowledge that he would 
be the one to take his beloved's virginity make him grow harder--and determined 
to do good by her.
	Mirai pulled back from Hiroshi.  She was enjoying giving her "onii-chan" 
head--and would love to continue it sometime--but she needed his member 
somewhere else now.  Ignoring the cry of surprise as she dismounted his face, 
she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, presenting a sight that no 
heterosexual male (not even me, an avowed Kiyone lover ^^) could resist.  
"O-nii-chan...."
	"H-hai, Mi-chan." Shakily, Hiroshi rolled over and climbed between 
Mirai's legs.  Mirai was delighted to see his swollen shaft quivering, as if only a 
moment from discharge.  His tip brushed against her sopping sex, and she 
moaned from the sensation.  If that was a taste of what was to come, she couldn't 
wait....
	"In, now, onii-chan.... please?" Mirai adopted a cute, half-pouting 
expression that she knew would make Hiroshi even more horny.  
	She was right.
	He started to enter her until her encountered her barrier.  Gulping, he 
drew back and thrust into her, hard.  
	Mirai had never thought of the maidenhead that was to be burst, and the 
pain almost took her by surprise. "Ahh!"
	"Mi-chan?" For the first time in the past few minutes, Hiroshi's eyes 
were clear.  "Are you okay?"
	"H-hai, hai...." Even as she spoke, the pain was receding and was 
being replaced by an incredible pleasure.  His member was large and firm, and 
filled her up quite nicely.  The more he moved inside of her, the better she felt.  
"Please don't stop, o-nii-chan...."
	Hiroshi was barely able to make out her words.  Being inside of her was 
nothing like the fantasies he'd had--or rather, it was far beyond those daydreams.  
She was incredibly tight and warm, and she was very wet, and every movement on 
either of their parts was felt throughout his entire body.  He thrust again, and this 
time she cried out in pleasure.
	"Oh, onii-chan.... oh, onii-chan.... yes.... so good, don't stop...." Mirai's 
voice was slowly gaining in pitch and volume.  All other considerations had 
disappeared from her mind; all that mattered now was her beloved "onii-chan" 
thrusting into her again and again.
	"M-mi-ch-chan.... I c-can't hold on much longer...." The sensations were 
taking their toll on Hiroshi, and he was only moments from climaxing.
	"At-atashi m-mo, onii-ch-chan...." Mirai was in the same boat.  Her 
brother's thrusts were pushing her closer and closer to the edge....
	
OhmygodhereitcomeshereitcomesherehecomesohoniichanIwantyousobadplease
makemeco--
	And she came.  
	It was just like all the romance novels she'd read, where the dashing 
hero had finally bedded his ladylove on their wedding night.  The fireworks were 
there, and she felt each of them echo through her body over and over.... and then 
she felt Hiroshi come with a grunt, and the warm gush of him into her, and that 
pushed her over the edge a second time.  
	Soon Hiroshi relaxed against her, settling atop her.  His lips pressed 
softly against her ear, and he whispered huskily, "Kimi ga ai shite ru."
	Her eyes widened.  He had just used the word for "you" that boys and 
men reserved for their girlfriend or wife.  How could she fail to respond in kind?  
	"Onii-chan.... anata ga ai shite ru." She reached up and wrapped her 
arms around his neck.  "Onegai.... please stay with me tonight, onii-chan...."
	"How about every night?" he whispered.
	A dozen reasons for "Why not?" fluttered through her mind, but not a 
one of them stuck.  "Hai!"
	"Yokatta," he told her, shifting atop her again.  She yelped in surprise to 
feel him inside her again, then realized that he had never pulled out.  He was just 
getting hard again.
	"Mou!  Again, onii-chan?" she teased.
	He responded by thrusting.  She was ready this time, and she spread 
herself open to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.  
	Orgasm took much longer this time, but the path was much more 
enjoyable.
	They fell asleep where they finished, in each other's arms.

	"Nii-san?  Nee-san?  Doko na no?" Nozumu rubbed the sleep from his 
eyes.  He'd had some really weird dreams the night before, about.... he blushed 
and pushed the ecchi thoughts away.  His siblings could barely stand each other; 
no way would they.... they.... Nii-san had probably just left early to get some 
breakfast before work, and Nee-san was probably sleeping.
	He knocked on Mirai's door again.  "Nee-san?" After a few moments, 
he pushed it open.  
	And he stopped in his tracks at the sight on the bed.
	Hiroshi was lying on top of Mirai, whose legs were wrapped around 
him.  The sheets barely covered them, and what they covered was not nearly 
enough.  
	"M-masaka...." Nozumu backed out of the room, closed the door, and 
walked shakily toward the bathroom.  Much as he hated to admit it, he needed a 
cold shower right now....



Owari

Duo: Well.... I have NO intention of writing a sequel to this, but I might possibly be 
persuaded to write a series of other ani-to-imouto couplings.  How does this 
sound:
Series name: A Sister's Love
Profile 1: Mirai and Hiroshi Ozora (Moldiver)
Profile 2: Hiroshi and Marie Karigari (My Dear Marie)
Profile 3: Keiichi and Megumi Morisato (Oh My Goddess)
Profile 4: Katsuhiko and Nanami Jinnai (El-Hazard)
...on second thought, let's just call this a one-shot.  I don't want a mailboxful of 
flames.
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