Lelouch and Nunnally by Imouto Kitten

As I lay in bed awaiting sleep, I hear a soft moaning coming through the 
wall at the head of my bed, the wall my room shares with the room 
belonging to my brother, Lelouch. The sound is so soft that I suspect 
most sighted people wouldn't notice it, but thanks to my efforts to hone 
my other senses in the years since I was blinded, it was clear as a 
whisper spoken directly in my ear. This was not the first night I had 
heard such sounds coming from my brother's room, mere inches of wall 
between us, and though I had no proof, I had suspicions that what I was 
hearing were my brother's moans of self-pleasure and that he was unaware 
that the sounds he was making were audible, if barely, to his favorite 
sister.

Thinking of what my brother might be doing just opposite the wall shared 
by our two rooms, I could feel my cheeks grow hot in embarrassment and 
my petals grow moist in arousal. As it had done on many a night before, 
one of my hands started trailing it's way towards my femininity. 
Reaching the waistband of my silken undergarments, my fingers tip-toe 
across the smooth material to discover the gusset already soaked through 
with my juices. Trailing the edge of the fabric that runs along the 
valley between my mons and my thigh, I move up to my hip, where I tug on 
a loose end to undo the bow there, giving me better access to the inside 
of my underwear.

As my hand returns to my hidden treasure, my useless legs refuse to part 
at the command I instinctually send them, and I suppress a huff of 
annoyance as my other hand unceremoniously reaches down and I use both 
hands to manually part my thighs. While I'm at it, I undo the bow on my 
opposite hip and flip the crotch of my panties between my thighs, 
exposing my petals to the cool, night air.

As one hand starts to trace the folds of my femininity, my other trails 
its way up my torso, under my nightgown, ultimately coming to rest upon 
one of my budding breasts. As my fingers tease me intimately, I imagine 
my brother laying on his bed, a hand wrapped around his member. He was 
still a mere slip of a boy when I could last gaze upon his form, and I 
remember him having the cutest, little cock the last time mother had 
bathed with both of us, but I let my imagination extrapolate. I knew he 
had shot up since our mother's death just from how much higher the 
source of his voice had become, but I couldn't help imagining a lean, 
slightly muscular form to go with that growth spurt and a proportional 
increase in the size of his manhood.

I slip my index and middle finger past my nether lips to enter my 
passage, wishing it was big brother Lelouch fingering me instead of 
myself while at the same time pinching my nipple between thumb and 
forefinger, wishing he was rolling the fleshy marble between tongue and 
tooth. As I continue my self-pleasure, I bite down on my lower lip, not 
wanting my moans to be heard beyond the neighboring rooms belonging to 
me and my brother and torn between wanting him to hear and come to 
investigate and wanting to suffer in silence as I long for my only full 
brother, born not only of the same seed, but from the same womb, to 
defile me. The nerves that control the muscles in my legs may have 
failed me on that terrible day, but I suffered no loss of sensation 
where its most important, my loins aching for Lelouch's loving caress.

I can't help wondering who he's thinking of as he pleasures himself, and 
a stab of jealousy pierces my heart as I envision each of the girls from 
his year taking their turn to service him, a stab that only grows 
stronger as I imagine the mysterious C.C. coming to his bed. Horror 
joins the jealousy as I think of the rumor that Lelouch and Suzaku are 
gay lovers, though both of these negative emotions melt away as I recall 
the competing rumor that my brother has a sister complex, a rumor I long 
to be true.

My mind filled with fantasies of my beloved brother making love to me, 
my thumb flicks across my clit, and my body, even my legs that refuse to 
obey my commands, trembles as my juices flood my palm and I bite down on 
my lower lip just shy of drawing blood to silence my scream of ecstasy.

However, as I lay panting in afterglow, there's no sense of 
satisfaction, and my loins are soon burning with desire for my brother 
worse than ever, my femininity feeling like a furnace on the verge of 
meltdown.

Reaching out, I grab one of the iron bars mounted to my wall and use it 
to pull myself upright, my heart filled with conviction to find out the 
truth of the rumors I overhear about my brother from my peers and 
upperclasswomen when they think I'm out of earshot. Using the bar for 
leverage, I turn and throw my uncooperative legs over the side of my bed 
before searching out my wheelchair with my other hand. Finding the 
armrest, I let go of the wall bar and with a practiced motion, lift 
myself off the side of my bed and then lower my rear into the seat, 
leaving my underwear behind in the process. Feeling grateful, not for 
the first time, how much easier side tie panties are to put on and 
remove compared to those that need to go over my feet and along the 
entire length of my lower limbs, I start rolling myself out into the 
hallway and next door to my brother's room, the short trek one I can 
effortlessly complete with my eyes literally closed.

Following my soft knocking on my brother's door, I can hear him fumbling 
around for nearly half a minute before I hear the lock click open 
followed by the creak of the hinges and my brother asking, "Did you need 
something, Nunnally?"

Putting on what I hope is my cutest smile and speaking in the sweetest 
tone I can muster, I reply, "Big Brother, I heard strange noises through 
the wall between our rooms." As I roll my wheelchair into his room, his 
foot steps retreating from me to let me in.

"No-Nothing you need to worry about, Nunnally." replies my brother, a 
slight stammer only serving to reinforce my suspicions as he adds, 
"Sorry if I woke you."

"are you sure it was nothing?" I ask as I gently push the door closed 
behind me, "because I thought..." estimating from the source of my 
brother's voice, I reach out a hand and find my goal, "...that you might 
be taking care of this." I had grabbed my brother's manhood through the 
pair of boxers he was presently pitching a tent in.

As I start to gently stroke him through the cotten shorts, he starts to 
moan, this time much louder without a wall separating us, and I suspect, 
him no longer trying to muffle himself. He cries out, "Nun-Nunnally! 
What are you doing!?" but makes no attempt to escape my touch or prevent 
me from pulling myself closer, one of my knees nestling between his and 
my recently pedicured toes brushing against one of his shins.

"I've heard you moaning through the wall on many a night." I reply 
calmly, continuing to softly caress his member through his underwear, 
"and I thought you might appreciate some help." With that, I figure out 
how to undo his fly and free his member. As I wrap both of my hands 
around his shaft, I can feel my cheeks heating up again as I comment, 
"Wow, its grown even more than I expected since we were children." At 
that moment, I recall something else I had heard the older Ashford girls 
talking about when they thought I couldn't hear them, and sticking out 
my tongue, I give the tip of my brother's manhood a tentative lick 
before opening wide and engulfing the head of his member.

The gasp of pleasure that reaches my ears tells me I made the right call 
as I start dancing my tongue across his tip and resume stroking his 
shaft, now with both hands and without the fabric of his boxers in the 
way. If my lack of experience bothers him, my beloved brother is too 
polite to comment on it, but I prefer to think either I'm a natural, 
Lelouch has never known a girl's touch before, or the rumors that my 
brother is a siscon are true and he would've thrown any other girl off 
of him in this situation.

A dagger of disappointment pierces my heart when I feel him take a step 
away from me only for relief to flood me as I feel his hands brushing 
against my sides as he grips the armrests of my chair, pulling me with 
him as he takes several steps backwards before all but falling into a 
seated position himself. I lean forward as he falls, practically laying 
half in my seat and half in his lap as a result, but never relinquishing 
the grip my lips have around the collar of his princely prick.

Unwrapping my fingers from around his shaft, my hands slide over his 
hips and thighs, the toned muscles evident even with his boxers in the 
way and finally falling upon silk sheets, confirming my suspicions that 
he lead me to his bed.

Opening my jaw as wide as I can manage, I attempt to take the rest of my 
brother's majestic manhood into my mouth, but I only manage to get about 
half of his shaft in before my gag reflex tells me I can go no further. 
Still, this is enough for my beloved brother to reward me with a gentle 
caress of my scalp with the tips of his fingers combing through my wavy 
locks, and a verbalization of "That feels wonderful, Nunnally." flowing 
like honey from his lips.

Sliding my hands up the leg holes of his boxers to caress his thighs, I 
start bobbing my head, enjoying the moans this elicits from him, and 
every so often, I swallow in an attempt to force his tip past my gag 
reflex and down my throat, though I make little progress in this regard. 
Fortunately, this doesn't seem to diminish his enjoyment as I feel him 
lay down and then the muscles tensing in his thighs as if he's resisting 
the urge to buck his hips in time with my head bobs.

When I hear him stammer, "Nun-Nunnally! I'm...I'm going to cum!" I pull 
off of his member altogether, not wanting him to waste his precious seed 
down my throat and giving him what I hope is my most angelic expression 
as he whines, "Nunnally, why did you stop?" at the loss of stimulation.

Placing my hands on my knees, I push myself upright as I say in my most 
apologetic tone, "Sorry, big brother, but..." As I trail off, I take 
advantage of the position of my hands to lift first one knee and then 
the other to drape my legs over the armrests of my wheelchair, spreading 
my thighs wide and forcing my nightie to ride up, hopefully giving my 
beloved brother an excellent, cat's eye view of my lack of panties and 
my no doubt glistening girlhood as I shift to what I hope is a seductive 
tone, "...I was hoping big brother might return the favor..." Placing a 
hand to my burning cheek, I add, barely above a whisper,"or maybe go a 
bit further." Letting a pleading into my voice, I try to tempt him, "My 
loins ache everytime I overhear big brother pleasuring himself, and 
though I've tried to relieve my needs, my fingers just aren't enough to 
satisfy me..."

I feel a weight pressing down on the foot rests of my wheelchair before 
I'm sent rolling away from my brother's bed. At first, I fear Lelouch 
has just rejected my advances, pushing me away in disgust, but just as 
I'm about to break down in tears, I can feel a pair of strong arms, one 
across my back, the other under my knees, lifting me from my seat and 
pulling me against the slender, well-toned torso they're attached to. My 
whole body warms with a nearly unbearable fever as I realize that I'm 
being held tightly in my brother's arms, nothing but a single layer of 
sheer silk separating my skin from his chest. As he carries me like the 
princess that I am back towards the bed, I can hear my wheelchair 
rolling into the wall behind us and know with certainty that I am at his 
mercy, my primary means of mobility out of reach, until he decides to 
let me go, but instead of fear, I'm filled with exhilaration and can 
only smile up at my beloved big brother as I snuggle against his chest.

All too soon, my beloved brother is laying me on his bed, my head upon 
his pillow before pulling away, a shiver running through my body at the 
loss of his body heat. I can hear him shuffling around the room but 
can't venture a guess as to what he's doing.

After what might be 30 minutes or 30 seconds, anticipation distorting my 
perception of time, I feel another weight joining me on the bed and a 
hand resting atop one of my knees, slightly bent from the way big 
brother laid me down.

I can feel his fingers tip-toeing up my thigh, the shiver of cold from 
earlier replaced with a shiver of anticipation. When he reaches the hem 
of my negligee, his fingers brush the thin silk, his hesitation obvious 
even before he asks, "Nunnally, is it... is it okay if I....... if I 
remove your nightgown?"

Despite feeling my cheeks burning once more, there is no hesitation in 
my own voice as I reply, "Go ahead, brother, lay me bare to your loving 
gaze."

Seemingly emboldened by my words, big brother Lelouch grips the hem of 
my nightie and pulls it towards my face. Naturally, this doesn't get far 
thanks to the garment being pinned under my weight, but before I can 
grow frustrated at my inability to use my legs to lift my rear off the 
silk sheets to help my brother in undressing me, he has pulled me into a 
one-armed hug, using that to lift me into a sitting position and then 
lifting my bottom from the bed to pull the back of my sleepwear to my 
shoulders.

After my nightie is pulled over my head, I can hear it fluttering to the 
floor as my beloved brother lays me back down and I can feel him parting 
my knees with his own. Suddenly shy, I reflexively try to cover my 
nudity with my arms, one across my barely budding bust, the other 
trailing down to my inflamed girlhood, my cheeks burning with as much 
intensity as my loins.

With a chuckle, my brother comments, "I thought you said you wanted me 
to lay you bare before me?" Before gripping my wrists firmly but 
lovingly and gently pulling my arms away, stopping only when my hands 
are resting to either side of my head, the heat in my cheeks and loins 
spreading, setting the whole of my petite form a flame as I sense my 
brother's eyes roaming over my nudity and wishing I could do the same in 
return.

After what seems like an eternity, I find my voice to ask, "So...So, 
does big brother find me... cute?"

I can feel big brother's weight shifting, his member coming to rest atop 
my trim tummy as he leans over me to cup my cheek, his other hand 
pressing into the sheets by my opposite shoulder as if he's afraid he'll 
crush me if he puts his full weight on me.

Barely above a whisper, I hear him reply, "You're beautiful, Nunnally." 
and I'm sure I must've misheard him even as my heart swells.

"Wh-what did you say?" I ask, disbelieving that anyone could really 
think that of a nearly flat, blind cripple. Cute I could've hoped for, 
but surely beautiful could only be reserved for the taller, better 
endowed, and able-bodied women of Ashford Academy that I had long held a 
secret jealousy of and whom I feared would take my beloved brother away 
from me.

Easing more of his weight atop me, big brother drives my negative 
thoughts away as he repeats, directly in my ear, "I said, you're 
beautiful, Nunnally." Before planting a kiss directly on the center of 
my forehead. This quickly followed by a feather-light kiss to each of my 
eyelids, a quick peck on one burning cheek, the tip of my nose, and then 
the other cheek as the hand that had been resting there pulls away.

And then, the seventh kiss brushes my lips for but a moment. As he pulls 
away, I want more, my first kiss proving far too brief and far too 
chaste to satisfy even a milliardth of the flaming passion threatening 
to burn me to ash at that moment. Before he can get too far, I throw my 
arms around his neck and with all the strength I can manage, pull him 
back down, crashing his lips upon mine, feeling far too needy at the 
moment to pause as I feel him tensing up, forcing my tongue past his 
lips to engage his in what I've overheard the other girls call the 
tongue tango

My beloved brother soon relaxes into the kiss and soon our tongues are 
taking turns inviting each other into their homes as I snake one arm 
across my brother's back, my other hand running through his short, but 
silky lockes.

Eventually, the need for air forces us to break the kiss, both of us 
panting heavily, but my gasps for air are soon replaced with gasps of 
pleasure as my beloved brother slides down, his tip brushing my feminine 
folds as his lips assault the tender flesh of my neck. I'm hopeful that 
he's about to slide inside my virgin passage, but that hope is dashed as 
he slides further down, tracing kisses across my clavical and towards my 
barely budding breasts.

It's all I can do not to beg him to take me right then and there, but my 
impatience is somewhat alleviated as his lips wrap around one of my 
nipples, his suckling drawing the loudest moan thus far from my throat.

Despite the nearly overwhelming pleasure, I manage to apologize, "I'm 
sorry for having such tiny breasts, brother." Only for him to surprise 
me again as he chuckles around my nipple and starts to gently knead the 
opposite breast.

Pulling his mouth away from my nipple only to replace it with his other 
hand, big brother continues to massage my flat chest as he declares, 
"They may be small, but they're easily the most beautiful breasts I've 
ever seen."

"I-I- don't believe you." I manage to say between moans, "Surely 
Shirley, or Milly, or that mysterious C.C. lady have nicer breasts than 
I do."

"They may have bigger breasts, but they can't hold a candle to how 
beautiful yours are." With that, he starts suckling at my other nipple 
for several sensual seconds before resuming the trail of kisses further 
south.

When he reaches my femininity, my nerves light up with a ferocity to 
make the heat I've felt thus far seem frigid by comparison, my arms and 
torso trembling as I cry out from the pleasure shooting up my spine.

But as intense as the sensation of my beloved brother's tongue on my 
most intimate place is, it only reminds me of what I truly desire.

"Pl-please, big brother, enough foreplay, I want, no I need to feel you 
inside me!" I cry out, nearly delirious with arousal.

My brother halts in his ministrations at my request, asking, "Are you 
sure, Nunnally?"

"Yes, brother dear." I reply and I can feel him sliding back up, lifting 
my legs to rest upon his shoulders and bringing his manhood to rest on 
my abdomen once more.

"Are you sure?" He asks again, and I grab his member firmly but gently 
in my small hands.

"yes, I want this inside me." I say, barely above a whisper as I line 
his tip up with my virgin opening.

"I've heard a girl's first time can really hurt." He says, concern in 
his tone.

Losing patience and wishing I could wrap my legs around his waist and 
force him inside me, I allow my frustrations into my voice as I order, 
using words the older girls barely dare to whisper, "Big brother, shut 
up and fuck me already!"

Whether it's my sudden assertiveness or my uncharacteristic use of 
vulgarity or a combination of the two, I'm not sure, but my outburst 
apparently surprises my brother as I feel him flinch, the sudden 
movement plunging a third of his magnificent manhood into my virgin 
depths.

Though I feel something tearing within my loins, there is no pain, just 
a warm fullness radiating from my core, and yet I hear Lelouch exclaim, 
"Nunnally, are you okay? You're bleeding!"

Giving him what I hope is my sweetest smile, I assure him, "There's no 
pain at all, just rapturous pleasure! Please, big brother, push all the 
way inside."

Still hesitant, but seeming to overcome his initial reluctance, he 
pushes deeper inside me and I can soon feel his testicles resting 
against my rear as that wondrous fullness grows, my entire body from 
flower to naval awash in indescribable pleasure.

As I savor the sensation of being filled by my beloved big brother for 
the first time, I can feel him shifting his weight to lay atop me once 
more, my knees pinned to my sides from where my legs are resting atop 
his shoulders, his arms snaking their way around my upper torso as I 
feel his warm breath upon my cheek.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I whisper, "Make love to me, Lelouch." 
Before pulling him into another kiss. As our tongues resume their dance, 
I can feel my brother rocking his hips, slowly sliding his majestic 
manhood in and out of my depths, stoking the fires of my passion as my 
every nerve is set a light with pleasure.

But his slow, sensual strokes aren't enough to satisfy the yearning I've 
felt for so long, and breaking the kiss, I beg him, "Please big brother, 
I'm not some china doll you need to be gentle with. I won't break if you 
get rough with me... so please, Lelouch, ravage me like a true prince 
should ravage one of his concubines."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

Restraining the urge to scream in frustration, I slide my fingers 
through my beloved brother's silken lockes before making the tightest 
fist I can manage as I do my best to contort my face into a look of 
displeasure as I declare, "Big brother, your concern for my well being 
is one of the many reasons I love you, but right now, it's getting on my 
last nerve." Letting my features soften into their usual expression of 
tranquility, I add, "Now, if you really think I'm beautiful, prove it by 
ravaging me to the point an able bodied girl wouldn't be able to walk 
tomorrow and if you question my desires once more, I'm going to be quite 
cross."

"Sorry, Nunnally." is his only reply before I feel him shifting his 
weight once more, his hands trailing up my legs to grasp my ankles, his 
grip nearly tight enough to hurt, filling me with hope that I finally 
got through to him and that he's about to give me the fucking I've been 
longing for these many months.

Holding my feet together, Lelouch practically folds me in half, my knees 
pressing into my small breasts as I feel him slowly withdraw from my 
passage, my butt lifting off the sheets in the process.

He stands with his tip at my opening for what feels like an eternity and 
I start to worry that he's decided I'm being too assertive, but as I'm 
about to speak up, begging for him to resume making love to me, he 
drives himself all the way to my womb in one powerful thrust, nearly 
knocking the air out of me as I gasp in pleasure.

Before I can recover, my beloved brother has withdrawn again and 
delivered another powerful thrust to my young womanhood and before I 
know it, Lelouch is repeatedly thrusting his magnificent manhood as deep 
as possible into my feminine depths faster than I have the presence of 
mind to count and I'm sure I would be seeing stars if I was capable of 
seeing anything.

He's soon reduced me to a mewling, panting mess, but I still manage to 
cry out, "YES! Pound me, Big Brother! Pound me hard and fast!", and if 
anything, he seems to pick up the pace at my words of encouragement.

My rapture might've lasted for minutes or hours, but the spell is broken 
when my beloved brother slows down, declaring, "Nunnally, I need to pull 
out."

Growling like I imagine a vixen in heat would, I reply, "Don't you dare 
pull out, big brother!"

"But I'm about to cum!" cries Lelouch, sounding a bit panicked, "What if 
I get you pregnant?!"

I hadn't thought much of that possible outcome of such an encounter with 
my beloved brother, but the thought makes my entire body quiver in 
anticipation of being inseminated by Lelouch and I reply, "I'd be 
delighted to bare you an heir! If I could, I'd be happy to roll over on 
top and ride you until you shoot your seed deep in my womb! If I could, 
I'd wrap my legs around your waist and not let you get away until I was 
sure I had milked you dry!"

I half-expected him to ask me that infuriating question once more, but 
instead, I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his lap, 
one of my legs pinned between us as he puts it over his shoulder and 
wraps the other around his waist, pistoning me upon his member as he 
holds me upright.

I feel one of his hands reaching down to fondle my rear and then he 
surprises me as a finger probes my anus, only for him to take advantage 
of my gasp to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.

I didn't think I could manage such a position, but I can feel the 
familiar coil of pleasure curling up in my belly as my brother holds me 
tight, seemingly spurred on by my declaration that I want his child.

Lelouch tips over the edge first, erupting deep within me, but that 
first jet of incestuous seed is more than enough for me to join him, my 
passage pulsing around his shaft, my internal muscles working of their 
own accord to massage his manhood, milking out every drop of his 
precious seed to be deposited in my womb where it belongs.

I'm not sure how long my orgasm lasts, but it is, by far, the most 
satisfying of my young life, and when I finally come back to my senses, 
I find myself laying atop my brother's bare chest, my passage still 
plugged with his manhood, his warm seed marinading within me.

"Now do you believe you're beautiful?" Asks my brother.

Putting on my best mischievious smile, I reply, "No, but a nightly 
performance like that just might convince me over the next few months." 
Before snuggling against his chest and asking, "May I sleep with big 
brother tonight? Just like this?"

"Sure." is his only reply, though I soon feel him pulling a blanket over 
both of us as I turn my head to place my ear to his skin, letting the 
sound of his heartbeat and soft breathing lull me to sleep.