Every time Rito looked at her during dinner, Vert looked away awkwardly. Typical behavior of a sister embarrassed by finding her brother whacking off, but mature enough not to be outraged. Even if all she wanted to do was smile, find a chance to whisper a promise to him... she couldn't. They were both fine with it, she was sure, but their parents would be outraged. Even what she was planning now would only ever happen once. They could get more friendly, sibling relationships could suddenly change from all sorts of things, but if (when) they touched each other again, it would be when the house was empty.

When Vert crept into his room, she found Rito sleeping like a baby. She was a little surprised, to be honest; sure she couldn't know for certain, but the ache of blue balls as bad as what she'd caused must have been incredibly distracting. Feeling carefully in the dark, she pulled his blankets back, careful not to wake him yet.