A Short Prologue

I know what she feels. I know what she wants. I think… no, I know, that I want it too. And what is it that I want? What is it that she wants? I want her. And she wants me.

"Onii-chan…"

Damn it. She's at my door. No, she's in front of me. No, she's right on top of me. How did she move so quickly?

"Stop," I manage to say as she embraces me, sending a shiver up my spine. Her eyes are alight with a fiery passion I've never before seen – one I never should have seen.

"Hold me, onii-chan, hold me tight," she whispers, her head resting against my chest. I feel her weight on me, her golden locks brushing against my arms as they act to follow her command. No, what am I doing? What am I thinking?

"Let go of me, Kirino," I say, all the while tightening my hold on her.

She giggles.

"Let go," I repeat, gritting my teeth, trying desperately to let agitation seep into my voice.

"Your words don't match your actions, o... nii... chan!"

I feel her hands release their hold on my shirt. I hear the soft gliding of her slender, flawless skin as her hands… dart to grab onto my collar. No!

"You're mine, onii-chan."

With that, my beloved little sister takes my first kiss. Becomes my first lover. Violates the foundation of what is right and what is wrong. And to my disgust – or is it my joy, I don't know anymore – I respond, grabbing her head, crushing my lips against hers.

The world be damned, I will make her mine.

Author's Note

If this doesn't make sense, if you're wondering why Kirino is acting like this, how it got to this – don't worry. This is a prologue, after all. All will be explained. That said, I don't know why I'm even writing this. Writing isn't something I've done in a long time. I think Kyoko's fanfiction got to me. :P