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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Corpse_Party_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Mochida_Yuka/Kizami_Yuuya_(Corpse_party)
  Character:
      Mochida_Yuka, Kizami_Yuuya
  Additional Tags:
      Humiliation, Watersports, Chan
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-30 Words: 1062
****** Beloved Sister ******
by Hawkflight
Summary
     They were in the stalls, and Yuka ran out screaming to Kizami. The
     absolute last person she should have run to.
Notes
     Sachiko, I apologize to you. *snort* In all seriousness though, this
     is an... odd little ficlet and you should take the rating and this
     warning: watersports, humiliation, chan, sister kink(is this a thing?
     or is it just a kizami thing?), seriously. If you have issues with
     that content then don't read the fic and back away slowly.
     By the way, I have no idea what made me write this, the idea struck
     me and it just happened. Seeing as I haven't written this particular
     kink before because it uh, squicks me a bit, I hope I did it justice.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Poor little Yuka. With all those bodies in there, you'll never be able to
relieve yourself."
She sniffed from her spot on the ground, looking up to see Kizami had now come
out from the girls' bathroom and shivered at just the reminder of what was in
there.
Bodies. Of girls.
Bodies of girls that had hung themselves. It made an unpleasant shiver run down
her spine and Yuka gulped loudly. "There are... other buildings," she flinched
as the image of Seiko hanging from a similar noose popped into her mind. She
was hung in a stall as well, in the one other building she knew of, the one
other girls' bathroom. Yuka sniffed again. She wasn't sure she could go back
there and she could feel a cramp developing, her insides seeming to twist from
having to keep holding it in. If she had to guess what it felt to have a knife
stuck in your stomach and twisted around she imagined it would feel just like
this.
"You sure about that?"
"No," she whimpered. Since she hadn't been able to go then she couldn't imagine
being able to now. Every time she saw a ghost it made it harder to hold it in.
She could only hope she didn't come across another before she could find a
place to relieve herself.
"What about the sink?" She wiped the tears from her clouded eyes with her
sleeve so she could see him clearly again. "I could pick you up so you could
sit down on it and go there."
Yuka bit at her lip. It wasn't necessarily a bad suggestion, but, "The bodies
are in there," more than the single one in the first bathroom that she and her
brother Satoshi had come across. Satoshi... "I need to find my brother. Then
I'll..." she sniffed once again, "I'll figure out a place to go."
"Yuka," the floorboard creaked as he lowered himself to sit on the floor next
to her, "You're practically in pain, I can see it on your face. If you can't go
in the bathroom just go in the corner, I'll make sure no one enters the room."
The room? She raised her head to glance around at the room, blood dried in the
cracks along the floor. It was more unsanitary than the bathroom, and that was
saying something. "No, I can hold it until we find my brother," she insisted
and pressed her palms to the floor to get herself up. There was a creak to her
left signaling Kizami was standing once again an extended hand came into her
vision. She took it.
Her body lifted almost effortlessly from the floor but she wasn't standing like
she had expected. Instead her feet were ontop of his, back pressed to his
chest, a hand on her stomach. She winced at the pressure it created that made
her shiver and the knot in her stomach loosen slightly. "You really should just
let it go," her eyes widened and she whimpered when his hand pressed harder
into her abdomen. Then her body was turned, no longer pressed to his front but
to a wall. "Come on, Yuka," his hand pressed harder and she squeezed her eyes
shut from the combined pressure from the wall at her back and his hand that
almost made her concentration slip. "Let go."
"No." she squirmed against the wall to get away but his leg slid between her
own, parting them and making it difficult for her to get away all at once. "My
brother-"
"I am your brother," she stared at him, baffled. There was something wrong with
him. Satoshi was her brother and he would never do this to her. A shiver came
across her whole body and she attempted to squeeze her legs shut. "And, you
can't go anywhere until you've relieved yourself, so," his knee ground up into
the apex of her legs and she whimpered loudly, "just go already."
His hand lowered to press more directly onto her bladder. Yuka closed her eyes,
whimpering as his leg continued, literally dragging her up the wall as it
created more friction in her nether regions. As he continuously put more
pressure on her.
There was no sound but she felt a slickness between her legs, wet spots on her
panties and she burst into tears. "Stop, please."
"There it is," his knee lowered and she felt relief at the lack of pressure on
her but then Kizami's hand had snaked up her skirt, pulling at the edge of her
panties. He lowered them down her legs then lifted her just enough to remove
them. Yuka watched with wide eyes as he raised the soiled fabric to his face
and inhaled deeply, "Surely you have more?" There was a glint in his eyes as
his tongue flicked out over the fabric, watching her the whole time. "Let's
see..."
Almost instantly her skirt was being pulled up above her waist, adding to the
pressure she already felt. "No," she choked on a sob.
"Let me see Yuka," his tone of voice had lowered now as he pressed both hands
on her stomach, massaging the skin, making her tremble with each touch. His
knee moved away as his hands worked but she couldn't move herself with the way
they kept her pinned to the wall. "Let it all go, I want to watch it run down
your legs, little sister."
She whimpered as he shoved quickly at her stomach, her concentration breaking
and soon she felt it. It was like rivers running down her skin, wet and warm,
entirely uncomfortable.
"Yesss," one hand stayed on her stomach as the other lowered, pressing at her
folds, spreading the warm liquid around and along her skin.
Her shoulders shook as fresh tears ran down her face, also warm. It only served
to remind her that she had just peed herself. That he had made her relieve
herself in this room where anybody could have walked in. She wished someone had
before it got this far. "Brother," she whimpered as the liquid started to soak
into her socks, "SATOSHI!" Yuka yelled as loud as she could hoping someone,
anyone would hear her and get her out of this predicament as Kizami started
laughing. It was all she could hear, that single sound resounding off the
walls.
End Notes
     I'll probably end up doing more of these Mature/Explicit fics for
     Corpse Party. That universe in general, not necessarily this pairing
     (not to say I won't do something with them again if I get another
     idea)
     Anyways, if someone wants something with another pairing/specific
     kinks in mind just tell me, most likely I'll be up for writing it.
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