A/N: Hey everyone, so this is my first attempt at some IS wincest here ;) Let the ecchi begin! :P Please enjoy~

In all honesty, I hadn't quite thought out my plans tonight. I just wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible when I saw all those crazed girls at our house. How irritating! I had planned to do something, but they ruined it. How desperate could they be? Besides, it isn't as if he could our right choose one of them. The others would kill him either way. Didn't they realize how difficult they made it for him?

I heaved a sigh, knowing I was just worrying too much from the alcohol. I'd called Maya the moment I left the house, and we went to a bar close by the house an we chatted, while sharing drinks. I hadn't done this in quite some time. Being a teacher is busy! Especially so if you are the Brunhilde, having a whole organization after your head, and as a result, you need to protect your precious little brother. He's your only family left, after all. Precious? I shook my head, trying to clear my hazy thoughts. Since when did I think of him like that...?

I mentally berated myself, cursing for drinking so much. This was in addition to the fact that I hadn't gone to the bar in ages, and came on an empty stomach. Just plain stupid.

Then I thought of him again and sighed. He was still my baby brother after all, despite everything. We'd been abandoned as children, and the two of us have stuck together ever since. We developed an exceptionally intimate relationship that now, as I pondered the thought in my drunken state, wondered if it was solely a 'normal' sibling relationship anymore. What an idiot I am, thinking of such awkward things. I blame it on my bad decision to drink so much on an empty stomach all of a sudden. It's not like me at all to suddenly be so sentimental.

Presently, I had just bid farewell to Maya, who had walked home with me just in case, since she hardly drank at all. She attributed this to the need to keep me from drinking so much... And from making a fool of myself. We parted ways in a merry manner though, and I dug through my purse, procuring the house key, barely managing to insert it properly and unlocking the door.

Evidently, he was still up, for the living room lights were still on. As were the lights by the second landing. Walking first into the kitchen to place my purse on the centre island, I grinned excessively at the plate of fresh, warm cookies he'd baked for me. He always seemed to know just when I would be home, and had something ready for me. Even though I never asked him to, he was always ready to welcome me home with a massive smile, regardless of what was going on in his life. Now that I thought about it, I never really thought to ask him about it either... I just assumed him to be always happy. How difficult it would be to always smile for someone, regardless of how miserable you were feeling. That was of course, unless...

But as usual, the house could've passed a military inspection with flying colours, and I didn't need to do anything to help at all. He always got it done without any complaints. He just did it all: the cooking, cleaning, shopping, etc. He was essentially a house wife.

What was mildly surprising, was the fact that he himself was absent. Normally, he would be at the door waiting on me and as I had heard the girls comment on it earlier in the afternoon, like a married couple.

Quickly grabbing a cookie from the plate, I bit into the gooey goodness, relishing in the sweet, chewy treat, a smile gracing my features. If anyone from work had seen this smile, I would cave in their head. But now, I was drunk, and had already loosened up considerably. Besides, no one was watching her right now.

"Ichika?" I called tentatively stepping into the living room as I finished off the cookie, quirking an eyebrow when no response came. I eyed the emptied beer cans on the table and frowned. Had I been gone for that long? Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever even come home, the last handful of years. I'd just left him all alone in this house. But since when did he start drinking? This puzzled me to no ends, so I plopped down wordlessly on the sofa, my thoughts wandering to him again. Why was I thinking of him so much all of a sudden?

After several moments of silence, I began to hear it. The water upstairs was running, a voice could be heard. Finally tracking him, I smiled, immediately clambering up the stairs, holding on to the railing for support. The last thing I needed would be a sprained ankle. As I reached our shared bathroom, I turned to my room, thinking he was probably setting up a bath for me, but froze, when his voice reached my ears. Softly padding to the door, open with a small crack, a little steam escaping, I heard his voice and had to slap my hand on my mouth to prevent the gasp of shock from escaping.

Holy smokes! I had no idea he was such a great singer! What a lovely voice! Either he thinks I'm not home yet still, or he just recently started to sing. Of course, I wasn't sure. But regardless, I was entranced. The low baritone of his voice was sweet, but strangely enticing and mysterious. Man! If he talked like this on a regular basis, the whole school would fall at his feet to obey his every whim, and I wouldn't be surprised if he brought half the world of females to their knees.

But maybe I'm just exaggerating... Or is that what I think of his voice? I shivered at the thought, failing to notice that I'd already silently slipped through the door, and into the bathroom, wanting to hear more.

"I remember what you wore on the first day, you came into my life and I felt hey, you know, this girl is something. 'Cause everything you do and words you say, you know that I all takes my breath away, and now I'm left with nothing."

I nearly gaped, my jaw dropping to the floor as I leaned against the counter, my back to the mirror, my face watching the blank wall. He'd just switched to this song, and I loved it. I'd heard this one many times, and slowly losing myself in the music, I began to hum along, eventually closing my eyes, immersing myself into the song, and singing along.

"So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you. Maybe two, is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out, the rest of my life. And you've already got me coming undone... Now I'm thinking two, is better than one..."

The voices mixed seemingly in practiced harmony, blending beautifully with the pitter-patter of the shower as if we were lovers singing to each other, drenched in the rain from some corny romance movie. But all too soon, the female vocal came, and although Ichika slowed down unknowingly and stopped, I continued momentarily, until I noticed my mistake all too late.

"I remember every look upon your face..."

"The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste, you make it hard for breathing."

"'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away, I think of you and everything's okay..."

Silence. I trailed off, eyes widening, frozen from the realization of what I'd just done. Not a second later, Ichika's damp head popped out of the shower, face flushed, hair dripping, staring shocked at me, with my arms crossed under my chest.

"Chifuyu-nee?!" He exclaimed.

I could've died from embarrassment right then and there. I, the world IS champion, wanted to melt into a puddle and disappear, but I stayed rooted to the spot, my alcohol-muddled brain churning out an outrageous response to his 'question': "Uhm, thanks for the chocolate chip cookies...?"

A/N: So... Please tell me what you think! :) I love to hear from you guys so that I can make this a better reading experience! Thanks for reading :)

[March 31st, 2014: I just edited this chapter a bit to fix some of the typos that I found in the document :)]