Disclaimer. This is the stuff that stops me being sued or immolated. This is a standard disclaimer. I did not create this work of fiction with the intentions of making money, and I understand that any money I make on it will be an infringement on international copyright laws. I will not distribute this with the intentions of getting anything but cheap thrills out of it. You can take it and do whatever you want with it, under two conditions. First, you have to keep the story, disclaimer, and credits in their unedited entirety. Second, you can't make money off it either. Stop trying to think of schemes to make cash and go work, ya bum! This story contains adult material of an consensual incestual nature. So if this stuff upsets you, turn away! Due to weirdities of dreams in Cyberpunk campaign and weirdities of life being good & not throwing up enough bad things to get my creative juices boiling. I've decided to write a rather different story then I'd usually do. This has not happened and will probably never happen. I just wanted to experiment with the subject a bit. I neither condone nor actively condemn upon the behavior I'm writing about. All in all, what Im saying is... Its a story. Characters are owned by a mix of Mhic�, The Dreamsmith, N� Mhurch� [Daniel Hart] (Unfortunetly, I dont remember what her pic is so Im going by my minds view) The Illustrious TNT Kitsune Habiki [Vincent Ly�n] ------------------------------------------------------ Vincent Ly�n gently stirred into life from an unusually restful sleep. It took him a moment or two to realise that what had happened last night wasn't a dream. The room hadn't changed much from the day before. An understated room with a simple dresser and a simple bed, a little larger then a typical single bed. Two pairs of clothes lay in a hastily removed pile. Vincents hand lazily went to his face to brush a few strands of hair that was tickling his nose. The beads of sweat from last nights activities still clung to his black mane. Gentle brown hairs continued to tickle his stomach. She lay there, her head on Vincents chest, her own hair lying across his ribs as her sleeping figure rose and fell with his own naked forms breathing. God, shes beautiful, he thought unconciously. What had he done? The ecstacy of last night flashed past his eyes. Not the best idea while the most special woman in his life lay naked on top of her. The second he had saw her he knew she was special. Her sweet smile. Her sparkling eyes, now shut in gentle slumber. In all his life, he never, EVER, considered he'd end up in this position. Growing up without a family. Without anyone. And now to be so close to someone who he loved so completly and utterly. It all felt like some dream... The female figure let out a little sigh of contentment. The delicate sheet had fallen down so as to reveal her silken skin on her shoulders, the back of ribs. The roll of her spine all the way down to the small of her back, which coincided with Vincents hips. She squirmed lovingly in his chest, still gently dozing, exausted from all her exertion last night. After all the pain of his life. After all the anguish of these past months. After all the dreams he's been suffering. Its all quite inconcievable that this would have happened. But here he was all wrapped in the embrace of Daniel... Daniel Hart. His half sister. Daniel softly came around, the memory of the night fresh in her mind. She began softly trailing her fingernails on Vincents chest. Vincent was forced to smile at this sensation. A part of him felt ill. Look what he'd done! He was by no means an authority on whats right and wrong, but having sex with your sister (half sister, a part of him added), was certainly on the wrong side. Certainly imtimacy that good is a sin alone, he allowed himself to think. The rule against fratranisation couldn't have been further from his mind at this point. No! No no no! Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong! They've both been under a lot of pressure. This is probably just a realease. Thats all. All Vincent could do now was make sure this never happened again! What remained of his soul over the past 27 years, cried out in disagreement. He had never felt so alive...so complete...not since 97... For once, his soul wasn't chilled by lonliness. His heart didn't ache in regret and anguish. His mouth wasn't awash with bitter venom. As he pondered all this, he unconciously began stroking Daniels head. Vincent resolved himself to put a stop to this befoe he caused Daniel anymore pain. He looked down at her beautiful face. God! Even her scent was beautiful. "...Daniel...I" he started. Daniel looked up at him. Vincent was lost for words. All he could do was look into his sister beautiful brown eyes. She slid herself up closer to his face, her body gliding across his in a painfully seductive way. Each hand took one of his shoulders needfully, then pressed her lips against his. Their softness and warmt destroying Vincents resolve. He snaked one had to her hip and another to her head, just above her neck, deepening the kiss. Their tongues playfully wrestling each other. It seemed to last an ethernity. They finally parted. Smiling. Clinging to each other. He looked deep into her eyes. Her 'Nothings wrong except from everything' look was gone. For the 4th time after 97, Vincent said "I love you". Daniels eyes quivered before finally replying. "I love you". For the 1st time in Vincents life, he felt his soul shine.