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 saber thorn

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by reverse, Apr 2, 2019.

  1. reverse

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    It wasn't so far from the city. Mother and father would never have allowed it. They needed civilization, they were of it, but they couldn't be part of the dirty asphalt. So when Calum woke up, it was about half an hour away from the glass towers and the skyline they belonged to. Out here the sunlight was only obstructed by the fountain welcoming cars that had come with noble cargo or filthy friends, and whatever tall growing things resided in the courtyard. Father had a love for statues but mother thought they were too gaudy. She'd only live in this house if it wasn't so blatantly historical, so she'd adapted some kind of minimalism in the ancient designs. Still, she kept the wood polished and most of the old portraits up, through whatever staff she'd deemed fit. It was in this kind of environment Calum sat up from needlessly soft sheets. Their family home hummed with its age, putting some dust into the morning slivers cutting through the curtains, despite the ever present maids and servers.

    The Lobelia manor rung with the absence of its king and queen though, and the current heir felt it in the small bones of his ears, even if he'd never be able to place the note. The eyes he had were the color of the family name, and mother had been endlessly proud of it. She'd shaken the baby Calum at everyone who would see - the only thing she liked more than lifeless designs was vivid poetry, and her son had a bit of both. He'd been an unmitigated favorite with those blue flower eyes, that were closer to purple. Mother had called them violet-blue, but his little lips had not been able to say it that way. Violent You, and the woman had been uncontrollably smitten with the sound of it. It was true too, because when he was angry, something put a light behind his irises. Often he expressed anger with his hands, as well.

    Today shouldn't be a day of anger.

    It had been eighteen years ago that he'd been usurped from the seat of his parents hearts. He should have been upset about it, perhaps he was - he couldn't really remember anything but unmitigated love, when they brought home his beautiful little sister and her garbles lacquered the wooden details in the walls. It had been a love story written in their blood, and the boy would hunch over the girl even against father's wrath, when he could. The patriarch favored the boy, but that wasn't always a good thing. If it was love, it wasn't expressed in any kind of tenderness. The tradition of rapier and saber, and of cold excellence through a ruthless march across the boardrooms - these were the things the man taught his oldest offspring, things that ended up becoming parting gifts, years ago. Not even hulking salt-and-pepper gods live forever, though some art in this house would beg to differ. If you were wakeful, you would see even this off-age son tense up slightly when passing them.

    Perhaps Calum had been able to stand it all, hard training and chilled interaction, because of his younger sibling. Everything he was denied she must have. He saw to it. With the same fervency that father deprived him of tenderness, Calum hunted it to bring it to her feet. Not that his time away at boarding schools hadn't tried to make their common ground into tundra, but his heart was true, right there, in her child hands. He thought of her when he rose in the ranks of an unforgiving hierarchy among other boys. He'd come home still pretty, somehow, but there were months in his life when the Violent You wouldn't stop its light. Father got what he wanted, a little titan to wear the stitched Lobelia name on his suit linings, a handsome killer in business, and a strong combatant. Perhaps that was why the former lord of this manor had not interfered with hid daughter's silk-wrapped and marmalade smeared upbringing. A trade between men, one the father could well afford. If there were any discrepancies in the deal, it would be taken out in Calum's spirit before it ever reached the little girl's awareness. Her brother was grateful for this.

    His sternum was prominent, a rapier himself, where he sat naked with the sheets laid across his lap. When his right eye dipped into sideways sunlight it almost sent prisms onto the walls it was so illustrious. His hair was rust and black, its own collection of vespertine, chaos and humanity, all in snakes atop his head, some of it spilling down to hang on the bridge of his nose. He turned to get more shadow, and saw the silver box on his nightstand. An object of celebration, a log for fuel in his sister and his own happiness for today. Then why were his eyes this Violent You?

    Ivory shirt and detailed vest on. He was a couple of bones holding up the tautest cover of cream. The sun put some lemon in that complexion. For some reason he didn't put his briefs on before he stepped into the gray slacks. How youthful and sordid, Mr. Lobelia. With a some attention from his fingers his sleeping hair came alive and let itself be brushed back. He was on his way down the corridor soon, in the morning blaze from windows the staff had uncovered. Burgundy shoes, because he was a rebel, especially with a belt hinting at the same hues. He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and rubbing his tongue over newly brushed teeth when he arrived at her door. He could have found his way here dead. Two knocks, because they were both adults today, but he didn't wait for her to let him in before he opened the door. With the box behind him, he had a little cake on a glass tray in the other, forks in the square pocket of his vest. Chocolate of all colors, and other luxury sweetness stuffed inside.

    He started singing, and his classical lessons paid off well, softly dark, a true control over his male voicebox, as he looked for her.

    Happy birthday, Rey.
     
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    Sunlight streaming through the large bay windows of her room served as her alarm clock. Right on schedule, her handmaidens arrived to get her ready for her big day. It was not unlike most days. She was to take a shower to start the day fresh while her maidens tidied up her room and changed her sheets. Mother always told her that long showers was time wasted so they were always brisk. The vanilla scent of her body wash still clinging to her porcelain pale skin as she left the bathroom. She was toweled off, despite her protests that she was an adult now and could do this part herself. Her maidens insisted that she may miss a drop and dampen her one of many dresses when she got dressed. She took a deep breath as she pulled on a modest pair of white panties and a matching bra. Although she felt corsets were barbaric, she was instructed to always wear one. Corsets helped maintain a ladies posture after all. Mothers instructions always echoed in her mind when she wanted to protest.

    The dress she wore today was fitting for the occasion. Off white in color and hugging her every curve to accentuate that, she was in fact, a woman and not a little girl anymore. The sleeves hung gently around her elbows and fanned out around her delicate wrists. The lacing sat atop her breasts, the cut of the dress exposed her creamy swells and for once Reyna was shocked that she was being allowed to show the cleavage at all. "My my, this is a special occasion." She smirked playfully as Emily moved behind her to tighten the ribbons of her corset, zipping up her dress into place. The silken fabric pooled around her ankles, the feminine layers of fabric so elegant she looked like a living doll. A true princess. And that she was. Her parents had ensured that she had only the best in life.

    She had attended private schooling with the most prestigious mentors. She had taken every class an aristocrat might need. Piano lessons. Proper dining etiquette. Ballroom dancing. Public speaking. If it could further her in life and make her desirable to upper-class society men, she had taken it. Reyna had a true passion for art but Father found the talent to lack the means to be profitable. A lady shouldn't be covered in paints. A lady should be sitting pretty and only speaking when spoken to. Often Reyna felt stuffy, trapped in an endless charade of being perfect in the public eye. She stared unblinkingly in the reflection of her vanity as her hair was blow dried and straightened pin perfect, the length resting just below her ribcage and light golden brown in color. Her makeup was modest. Reyna avoided direct sunlight, as per Mothers instruction, and her complexion was flawless.

    Her light pink lips were moisturized, long thick lashes darkened with mascara that drew attention to her round, curious hazel gaze. Her facial features were feminine. Everything about Reyna's appearance screamed that she was fragile. A toy to be admired from afar but never played with. With a sigh of relief that she was almost finished and could begin her day, she stood from the vanity and walked to the window of her room, closing the blinds just as she heard the knocking at the door which earned a small smile. "Emily, Amelia, you're both excused." She addressed the handmaidens quietly, trying to contain her excitement as she turned to face the man entering her room. The handmaidens bowed at the Master of the home before leaving.

    Seeing her brother had always been her favorite part of each day. The only reprieve to the life that felt like an endless repetitive loop of mundane events. He was the excitement. He was the happiness, the light in her life. Her best friend. And he never let her down. Father had tried to limit their time together, insisting that Rey needed to focus on her studies. Her classes. Her presentation of herself, rather than her sibling. But there was nothing that she looked forward to more than spending her free time with him. After Fathers passing, she realized with a tinge of guilt that she felt relieved. Relieved that she wouldn't be so strictly controlled. Relieved that their time wouldn't be directed any longer. It was hard to feel sadness for someone who had only ever treated them as pawns for political and societal gain.

    Her smile grew until her expression was beaming as she approached him, her smile growing as she hid her flushed face in her hands, bashfully turning her face away from him. His voice was that of an angel. It never failed to make her heart ache, yearning to hear more. She laughed softly, Calum was right on time as he was every year. "I can always count on you to make me feel like the most special girl in the world." She teased, her smile fading though the light in her eyes shone brightly. "Chocolate...my favorite..." She hummed, reaching out with one finger to gather a dollop of icing before sucking the sweetness from the digit with a barely audible groan. "Is your lovely singing and dapper presence my present?" She simpered.
     
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    Calum was always excited to be in her room. When father was a live, this was neutral ground. The boy didn't overuse it as a sanctuary and the older male never imposed their own brand of trials in here. This space smelled like her. Vanilla and gentleness. On occasions when she was late home from her own training, and the headmasters and principals had been generous with his own free time, he'd lay in her bed and miss her until he heard a car arrive outside. He would bury his face in her pillow and inhale until her perfume coiled behind his cheekbones and his mouth watered from sugared nostalgia. If the sheets hadn't been changed yet, and he was alone with the scents of her sleeping self, he'd bunch her blanket up into a curvy cylinder and play with it. It was a silly, sordid kind of game that left marks on the fabric. He'd do it, by himself, knowing she'd have to sleep in it that night. So the brother smiled when he stepped over the threshold.

    Emily and Amelia smiled at the young master, and he bowed dramatically as they passed. The laughed at his performance of sidestepping and lowering his head while still handling the plate, and he winked to send them off. They were all here for Reyna's sake, so he extended some of that affection to the staff who did or meant well. The girls closed the door to leave the siblings to themselves. He was of course delighted for the privacy and gave a smile, even as he finished the song, to let her know he approved of her dress. How could he not? It was perfectly pressed, and the restriction of the corset pushed at her just the right way, commemorating her adulthood, while her face and skin underlined the fact that she'd still be his little sister, who run around and played in these corridors. But there was a stiffness to one shoulder that wasn't native to his elegant, strong body, even as he leaned down to let her finger bring a sample of the cake's cover to her pretty mouth. It was a lying mouth, wasn't it?

    She was as delightful and hospitable as always. He had a hard time not fixating on the show of her recently swelling assets, but he'd not be the heir of the Lobelia name if he couldn't control himself at least that much. Temptation must be tempered, focus must be forced. He took some pride in her approval of the taste and then savored her happiness before he put the tray down. He would not have been a good brother if he didn't know she liked chocolate the most. Both of them had favored cheaper brands as children, and father had always tried to steer him away from sweets, and eventually, somehow Lima-syndromed the boy to turn to liquorice. Calum hated the fact but found some comfort in the sting of the root, now. He'd fought tooth and nail to preserve Rey's right to her own tastebuds, even if he admittedly tried to find the better, finer things for her. There were a few hints of their beloved, convenience store bought favorite, molten into the frosting, though.

    "Well you are the most special woman in the world." He needed to remind her she'd come of age as of the last stroke of twelve, and had transformed. His arm extended to the side to leave the tray on her desk, and looked down at her with a meaning smile when she asked about her present. "Of course. What more could you want with a man like me in the house?" he joked and folded his free arm over his vest chest. "I am, perhaps, a little too much even." He proceeded to pull out her chair for her, it was a light piece of furniture, and it gave him an opportunity to lean in close to her to do it. They were so intimate then that his lips could have tried some sweetness still left on hers if he breathed deeper. That'd be for later. He straightened up, still with her temperature on his face, as he flicked two fingers at the cushion for her to sit.

    He spun around once when she had done as instructed - in this, Calum was perhaps more like their father than he'd like to admit, but he told himself he did it out a warmer kind of love than the former patriarch - and found himself on one knee by the desk's edge, hidden hand now brought up to hold the silver box out for her. Among his spread, long fingers and fine palm, it'd look like a small thing before it was put on the wooden surface for her. "Happy birthday, sister. You're all grown, but to me you'll always be the little girl that ran to me in the night for comfort." he said with sullen addlement to his vocal chords, elbow on the desk and half a frown on his expression. There was a budding smile there too, though, and eventually it won out. He pecked the lid of the box with a nail and grinned. "Comon now." he said, and his teeth were sharp, showing. He wanted to spoil her, but he also needed to teach her a lesson.

    He got up, quiet joints and deft thrust, to sit on the desk while he waited. There was a rose gold necklace there, on a blushing pillow. Little trinket for his treasure. The color was deeper than the common iteration of the uncommon alloy. The pendant was their crest, dissolving. Their flower cut out on a pink rose plate, but with two petals removed. This was their house now. They didn't need to live in father's wintry shadow anymore. The brother had agonized over the design and met with the jeweler in secret. The chain itself was so short it might be mistaken for a bracelet. He liked to accentuate her throat. He still kept his own company while thinking about a velvet choker she'd worn once. "Something rosy for my rose." he said and pointed all his right digits at it, as though she wasn't already looking. The sunlight had the surface gleam at her. He was ready to see her reaction. He was ready to be in awe at the beauty of her excitement.

    But then, after he'd had his fill of whatever polite or sincere reaction she offered him, his jaw hardened slightly, and the Violence in the blue color of his eyes moved to swirl his already attentive gaze. Aren't all young men storms? For his nuances, Calum was a beginning July hurricane today. "Would you like me to put it on you? Go sit by your vanity, Rey." He would insist, first gingerly with the soft skin on his cheeks, then teasingly with the hard bones underneath, and at last with the start of a very oppressive chill in his facial shadows. The Lobelia men knew how to impose their plans on people. He would stand behind her with the pendant hanging before her eyes soon, looking at her in the mirror. The chain would set perfectly around her neck, he knew its measurements intimately. She only needed to lift her hair. "Look at you. You're iridescent, sister." he said to her reflection, and then let her marvel at it, herself.

    Then he'd pull an envelope out of his vest's inner pocket. He let it fall unopened to the vanity, where it landed harder than most parchment do. The blue text was academic in thickness but still pampered by the font. High Gardens Institute. It was a good university, one that had been in the running if it wasn't so far away from Lobelia Manor. She was accepted in, he didn't need to open it to know that. "Maybe you can wear it there." he suggested with stale disapproval. The handsome protector she had relied on since the death of their father turned into something different behind her, looking at her with carefully assembled judgment. Disappointment. Hand on her head, petting softly, but with raking fingertips. "Are you leaving, sister? I can save you the trouble, you know. I could just move out and you wouldn't have to look at me."

    He was hurt, but for now his poise held on to his anger. It was an elegant kind of disaster behind her, that loved her deeply, and died thoroughly when he thought she was being anything but truthful to him.
     
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    Rey recognized the flavor of the chocolate almost immediately, her mind being filled with fond memories of the few outings outside of the manors gates that she had gotten to take with him. It was a rare occurrence that Rey was able to leave the Lobelia grounds. Even more rare that she was allowed to enter the convenience store with Calum. She remembered having a taste for the bitter if not stale soft chocolate cakes. Her finger would trace the white swirl of icing through the packaging, pining for something not of fine tastes. She had fallen in love with the little cakes that her now birthday cake seemed to replicate in flavor and texture.

    Whereas Calum seemed to trail along in Fathers footsteps, though by his choice she wasn't sure, Reyna was a caged bird. Doomed to roam the halls of the estate until she reached the ripe age of eighteen where she would be permitted to attend a university of her choice before being married off to a man of high standing. She was born and molded to simply be pretty. Obedient. Intelligent. Quiet. She was never to object a demand or treatment. Though Father had never disciplined her as he had Calum. Rey had always done her best to lock away the few glimpses of the hardships Calum had faced growing up that she had been shielded from.

    Her smile was so bright that her cheeks were beginning to feel sore. She couldn't hide her happiness from her brothers praise. His approval had always meant the most to her. Growing up, she had sought to impress him. To make him proud of her. To hear that she meant so much to him filled her with a strange sense of pride. "You'll never be too much for me, Calum." Her smile faded into that of gentle and affectionate warmth. She didn't question the command to move to the appointed cushion, smoothing her dress beneath her as she sat. Hazel eyes moved to the small silver box in question, curiosity of a feline lurking in their depths.

    Her expression softened as he referred to the many nights that she had tiptoed with bare feet down the corridors to his room. Always knocking just once, almost too softly to hear, and crawling into his bed whether he awoke initially or not. His scent, his warmth, his presence had always been her peace. The manor was a prison but Calum was her home. Her heart ached from the change in his tone though his smile eased the ghost of the memory. Her jaw dropped as the pendant was exposed, sheer joy filling her features as she brought her hands to her mouth to cover her gaping expression, fingertips brushed her lips before she looked up at Calum. "Oh, oh Calum..it's beautiful, it's..." She shook her head, reaching out to gently touch the delicate chain and the design that displayed only their bond in regards to family.

    She understood the meaning behind it. Eachother was all they had in this world. The design was custom. She knew he must have spent a significant amount of time creating this necklace for her. Her eyes were glossed with unshed tears of gratefulness as searched his eyes. "It's breathtakingly perfect..." She crooned. Though her admiration for the trinket was cut short as he suggested she move to her vanity. Caught off guard, she hesitated, scanning his face and taking note of the change of his tone. Anxiety began to creep in on Rey as she moved to the vanity, not wanting to make Calum wait.

    Her eyes remained on her reflection as he placed the necklace on her. Her fingers gently toying with the pendant, admiring it, how it looked against her smooth pale skin. "I'll treasure it always." She whispered, lost in thought until the envelope landed on the vanity, making her jump in the process. Icy fear ran through her veins which was absurd because she had no reason to fear Calum! And yet his tone suggested otherwise. Her mouth went dry. She couldn't speak, her lips parting as no sound came out. She knew that she was accepted. Her application had been flawless. Her record nothing short of perfection. Mother had wanted her to aim for the High Gardens Institute and what had begun as a reluctance to leave the manor had evolved into excitement for a new world. A new life.

    She leaned into his touch until she could sense the tenseness in even his fingertips, freezing as she looked into his eyes, her own wide and unblinking. "You're displeased with me?" She couldn't hide the hurt from her tone. "You're disappointed with my choice?" She guessed, confusion furrowing her brows. "I wanted to wait until I had been accepted to tell you-" She trailed off, knowing that deep down she was confident of her acceptance. She had only feared telling Calum that she would be leaving. She dreaded the act itself. Her dependence on her brother was unhealthy. She understood that well.

    Her expression softened as she took note of the hurt in his features, she stood now, reaching out as she placed her hands on his chest, moving close. "Oh god no, no...Calum this has nothing to do with you-" She reached up, her fingertips fretting in his hair with nervous shaking fingers. A habit Rey only did when she was anxious. "I don't want you to leave. This is your hom-...our home." She corrected. "I'm not leaving because of you." She murmured, "I love you, you know this." Her hand trailed down to cup his face if he allowed it. "I want to experience the outside world. I want to meet people, make friends-" All of the normal occurrences women her age desired. She let the word hang in the air. She hadn't said 'boyfriend' but Calum had to know. That she ached for the semblance of a normal life.

    She lowered her head, dropping her hand and clasping them together in front of her. She couldn't bare to look at Calum knowing he wasn't pleased with her. Knowing he was this hurt. "Nothing will change what we have, brother." She simpered, eyes locked to the floor.
     
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    It was a picturesque start. How could it not be, with her in it.

    The corner of her lips drew into something familiar once her finger had slipped off her tongue with the precious, sweet cargo. They had the same experience of that flavor, and they shared it as it spread in her mouth. Slivers of normal life, of unfiltered nearness. Even a walk through the isles, the unrefined but effective air conditioning in the background, and the strong light from above was something they could treasure. When he came along for rebellious escapes from the boarding school, he'd linger longer in the nighttime super markets. reliving his stolen moments of food shopping with Rey. He'd been interested in the disgusting jerky and she'd of course been mesmerized by the colorful cereal packs. The boys who came with him always wondered why the Lobelia son was so transfixed by the sugared breakfast staples. He would get violent if they pressed the matter. Strength was currency in the tradition-bound halls. Calum kept his secrets well.

    Rey bathed in his love and adoration, and he saw her melt from it. It was all he wanted for her, to relish in the affection he could provide. He was particularly moved when she looked at the present after having sat down so obediently - there was a part of Calum that would always be happy to see her do as he said. Sometimes, when they played, he'd have her perform useless things like lifting a finger or raising her arms, with no other function than for her to submit to his command. They'd been too young to understand why he had this inclination, but he'd gotten privy to it himself eventually. Not that it had slowed down his want of it. Sometimes he wondered if Rey knew. They'd kept her innocent, though, it was perfectly possible she couldn't reconcile her brothers authoritative nature with a dark ore in his mental make-up. Calum blamed it on their tainted blood, but embraced it all the same.

    He held his breath when she discovered the bleeding gold with her fingers. What a lovely way to explore her present. The jewelry itself seemed to glow more when she graced it. Her delight was honest, and it spread naturally in her face. It was all he wanted from it. It had been well worth its price already. A few moments of that, to commemorate their freedom with the symbolism in the design, and then he directed them toward her seat by the mirror. She seemed stunted by the abrupt change, and he couldn't deny that he liked startling her like that. She had the best vexed expressions, too. He'd kept from conjuring them, because he was her protector first and foremost, but lately, when the threat of their father had gone, he'd seen another function in their bond. Today she would learn of it. The girl had been shaped, but she'd not been raised the same way as he. Perhaps it was simply because he craved it, but her time of learning was going to start with her coming into adult hood. She'd already proven she wasn't capable of making good decisions for herself.

    He liked the way his darkness stirred her. Naive little girl, but she was in tune with him, after all, even if she had yet to learn the depths of his love. The chain locked into place, and she was every bit her glowing self. The rosy material around her sun-safe skin - he'd already calculated the beautiful contrast, but it was even better when he got to see it. Her mirror image was otherworldly, and the pink details atop underlined the cut of her cleavage. Desire that had no business in him spun its threads alongside his nerves. Today would be a day of metamorphosis. And despite himself, he fell further inlove with her when she was frightened by the flying and crashing envelope. Part of her knew there was something wrong with what she'd done, or she wouldn't have worn such a horrified face when she recognized it.

    At first she thought his hand on her hair was loving, and it was in part, but she wizened up to the rest of it soon. All her stages of her realization were gorgeous. The stared at them in the mirror. How could she have taken his attachment to her so lightly, if she thought such a long move wouldn't affect him tremendously. This was their time, now that father had gone. It was always going to be this way. They'd grown up together. How could they be together if she was across the country? She spewed her excused. He was beginning to think she believed them, herself. How blind she was.

    He was almost blinded too, when she rose and played with his hair. Her feather light touches and her caring tone. It was everything that could seduce him. But the letter still laid there, a burning reminder that her thoughts weren't in tandem with his. His jaw swelled with pressure between his teeth. Home. Love. She could say these words with a straight face. He suppose it was easier for her since she'd leave them all behind to find... A significant other. The concept burnt his sympathy away and he took on the hardness their father had imparted in him, the lessons she had never had to learn. She could probably feel the tension in him when she felt his face. If the steel of his expression didn't alert her, the incredible light in his eyes should. "So you're all grown up, Reyna?" he asked with perfect poise. He wanted to spit it at her.

    His hands came up to wrap around her wrist so he could pull her enveloping fingers from his head, and give them back to her, but something in her already retreated, and he didn't have to. The way she turned her eyes down was beautiful, he liked that gesture, but he was immune to such simple pleasure now. "Nothing to do with me." he muttered. There were times when he'd gleefully imitate her, but he'd know when to stop before the joke became distasteful and cheap. This was nothing like that. "You want to experience the world without me." He was rearranging her words and throwing them back the way he heard them. "Are you so grown up I can let you do that, Reyna?"

    He took steps back and looked her over, inspecting her coldly. She would feel weighed and judged. He huffed as though she was not measuring up. Calum felt incredibly transgressed upon, simply by the existence of the letter, and that she'd do something so drastic without discussing it with him. Even with the necklace that he'd secured with a mechanism only he could unlock he couldn't forgive her. He already knew she was beautiful. He'd never known her heart was disloyal. His arms crossed over his chest, fingers carefully cuffing the opposite upper extremity elegantly. It was the kind of stance a master held when discarding of a servant, with perfect rhetoric and angry, polished words.

    "If you're so grown up then let's see it, sister." he said. It was madness but he wanted it. In this house he could write the laws now. A wrist came to her, and the hand flicked once at her perfect dress. It was a quiet gesture filled with loud meaning. She was to undress. It was ludicrous but she was worse, with wanting to move out of his life. His was quiet, and challenged her to disobey him on this. He could punish her passionately, but most of all their love hung between them, on the line, if she should choose to pretend she didn't know what he meant, or worse, refuse to do anything. "I'll believe it if I see a woman and not the girl I've been protecting all this time." The hair she'd touched was a little askew on the side of his head, and he looked wild, like something new and dark had grown inside the boy she trusted and loved.
     
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    She knew that with Father gone, no one could regulate their time together. No one could restrict Calum from coming to her room, from spending time with her. No one could dictate when they explored the outside world and chose to spend their time with public tasks others would see as mundane, that they would see as an escape. They were free now, together. But Rey couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to be far from the manor. From wanting to shake the way she had been raised and find her own belonging, within reason of course. What she hadn't anticipated, was Calum's reaction. Had he really intended for her to remain at the estate with him...forever?

    She could feel the tension in the muscles of his jaw, part of the reason she withdrew her hand so quickly from his face. She could feel the icy dread creeping through her veins. His anger was rising, just as Fathers often had. Rey knew better than to push him, but she couldn't resist the feeling of rebellion. "I'm eighteen now. Does that not make me a grown woman?" She murmured quietly, almost too quietly. Afraid to speak up for herself but not so afraid that she wouldn't respond to him. She couldn't understand the depth of the rage brewing inside of him.

    He was missing the point! He could only see her leaving as abandonment and not as a betterment! A higher education. A chance to blossom further. "Let me?" She gawped at him, jaw agape though quickly slamming shut as he stepped back from her. As if he could control her! "Father is gone, you cannot tell me what to do." She raised her chin defiantly. But her words were still too quiet, too unsure. Her tone was hesitant. She wasn't used to questioning Calum's authority. He was the man of the house. She had always sought his counsel, his approval and his protection.

    She swallowed roughly as he judged her appearance, her hazel gaze nervous and wide. Her eyes fell to the brief gesture, a gesture she wasn't unfamiliar with. In the days that she had begun to develop as a woman, she had needed a wardrobe change. More corsets to support her budding breasts. Her mother had used the gesture herself as if to hurry Rey into changing more quickly. It was a demand, not a question. Surely he wasn't serious. Rey had never undressed in front of Calum. "Have you gone mad?" She whispered incredulously, her expression almost wild. She let the words hang in the air. "Mother raised me with morals, Calum. My body is to be reserved for the eyes and taking of my future husband." Her jaw was set in a hard line, resolve in her eyes.

    The tension left her as she tried to appeal to his humanity instead. "Is it so wrong for me to pursue having a family outside of these walls? I dream of being a wife, a mother. How can I achieve these things if I never leave?" She asked him in earnest. She was molded to be the perfect mother. The dutiful wife. The sought after maiden. He would believe her if he saw a womans body and not a girl. He would realize that she wasn't the little sister that played hide and seek with him in the quiet hours after midnight in the empty halls outside her room. "Fine." The word was short, clipped. Nervous flutters went feral in her lower stomach as she reached behind herself, fumbling for the zipper of her dress.

    She unzipped it rather quickly, letting the sleeves fall from her arms but still holding the fabric against her chest as if waiting for him to stop her. Her eyes never left his as she let the dress pool to her ankles, stepping out of it and a step back towards the wall and away from the crazed look in her brothers eyes. Could he not see the hourglass shape of her womanly figure? The swells of her breasts and the apex of her thighs? Tears of humiliation stung at her eyes where she blinked them away rapidly. Her chin quivered as she started to untie the many ribbons of her pale violet corset, throwing the contraption against the floor almost angrily.

    She stood before him in nothing but her thin almost sheer bra and simple white panties. She was never supposed to go this far. Mother had drilled it into her mind that no male was to see her most intimate parts. "Only for you brother, will I break Mothers rules. Only today. Only right now and never again." She vowed, pausing to look over at the door as if she were afraid someone might come in and catch them. But she knew better. Emily and Amelia were long gone attending to other chores throughout the house, they wouldn't suspect a thing. With trembling fingers, she unclasped the front of her bra, her hand coming up to cover her breasts as it fell to the ground.

    Reyna couldn't explain why in this moment that she felt her sex throb in response to exposing herself to her brother. He wanted to see her, he would get what he wanted. She lowered her hands slowly, her full and perky breasts now on display for him. Her nipples were small, pink and puffy. Though the chill of the air was starting to tease them into peaks. Without another word, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and bent down as she slid them down her long and smooth legs. She threw them to the side, her arms instinctively wanting to wrap around her body and hide her cunt from him.

    Her sex was a small mound and smooth to the touch. She was devoid of pubic hair. She kept her arms at her side and let him take in her body. Tears fell slowly but her expression was blank. She was mortified, averting her gaze as she turned her head to the side. "Am I a woman now, brother?" Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she closed her eyes and licked her lips nervously. Rey was completely nude apart from the necklace around her neck, barely teasing the cleavage of her breasts. The entire time Rey had been undressing, she had been taking steps away from Calum until her back rested against the wall across from him. It was a subconcious move to put space between them when she was at her most vulnerable.
     
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    She argued for her number of years to be enough. If it was so then he'd simply be null last night, when the days changed and she could claim adulthood on paper. Her darling brother, turned into dust or a crooked old man, only to be visited when she felt the sting of her own independence on holidays, or appeased with a phonecall or a cardboard square, sent in the mail with whatever theme the season warranted. But she knew eighteen of something was not enough to derail the fact that she was not who she ought to be without him. She could be a hundred and still need him, was his meaning. "Don't be silly." he hissed at that, disgusted by her logic.

    It was a better point to pull their father in to this. Calum abhorred the thought of in any way adopting the crown and ways of that monster. He could feel the similarities of his behavior creep into his awareness, and rejected them with the vigor of his ego, and his greed for her nearness. Love is a racket, in the hands of the afflicted lover. But he heard her point, and it helped him fuel his anger. So, if he'd been father, she would have obeyed? It made her handsome brother narrow glowing eyes. Yes, that man was gone, but that didn't meant she didn't owe Calum some consideration, if not for affection, then for loyalty, and lastly simply because of duty. There is a code between siblings, and he had rights that she did not because he'd been born first. He'd taken care of her, hadn't he? That was his job. And hers was to listen.

    He would have lied if he ever said he didn't enjoy when she cowered slightly at his scrutiny, even when she had all her clothes on. She tried to oppose it first, whispering. No one would have listened to that, if the prize could be seeing more of her skin. Calum stood fast and shook his chin dismissively at her references to mother. It twisted his insides when she spoke of a future male partner. That was where all this was headed, wasn't it? She argued for her education, her life's adventures, the expansion of her experiences into a universe where she could brush up against other minds on their own journeys, but really his beloved, pure Rey wanted to whore herself out to some silvertongued villain who wanted her pussy and the family's wealth. She was proving less suited for this freedom she spoke of the longer they stayed on this subject.

    His heart stung when she explained herself, and he could see the hurt in her eyes, her absolute longing for the life she recanted for him. He gave her some sympathy for it, even if letting her go was so repellent. Calum stood fast in his stern, waiting for her to see reason, and listen to what he'd said. It had been mostly a challenge, perhaps to have her bow, and for her to drop this for now, but he discovered his own excitement when she was pulled along with his pace, and started undressing. He shifted, careful to keep his poise, but this was unexpected.

    His eyes were also large when she unzipped. Wasn't this too much? It wasn't his birthday, after all. But he quickly justified it in his head. Yes. She was younger, she didn't know the world. She should do as she was told. How intimate, that she kept her eyes on him until the dress was on the floor. Surely this was enough. He could admit to her shapes, and that they didn't belong to the girl who's arms he thought might break like pocky if he hugged her too tightly. Her hips now, seemed like they would do well with some testing. It wasn't like he hadn't thought of it before. He didn't give forgiveness, neither with his voice or his gaze, and it had the girl continue.

    Her corset followed, angrily, and he inhaled to see what underwear she wore on her birthday. Nothing special, nothing lewd. He still thought she was the prettiest he'd ever seen. Why was it so intoxicating to force her to do this? This was delicious. She didn't want to, but because he'd said, she did it anyway. It couldn't stop now, he realized. He felt it in himself. He would have ripped those things off her body if she didn't see reason and remove them herself. Her breasts hidden, the triangle of her sex protected. It was too daunting. He moved his weight from one leg to the other, and rolled a shoulder in the tight arm-cross to see what else his charged silence could buy.

    His lips parted with something triumphant, but he tried to hide it so it wouldn't trigger rebellion in her, when she told him she was going against their mother for this, but that she'd still do it. For brother dear. It made the unveiling so much more precious. He was completely frozen when she looked to the door, because he knew what would come next. He was frustrated when she persisted to cover her mounds when the bra was off, but he swallowed when she finally let him see. How gorgeous, that rounded flesh, with the rosy buds looking at him. He almost caught her arms when they lowered for her panties, so she'd be still for a while, to let him see, but she'd taken enough steps back that he'd have to leap to do that.

    His lips finally closed when she pushed her last article down, and the naked, young conclusion of her torso and meeting of her legs boasted its hairlessness. It was the most erotic shape, like its serenity was inviting him to pillage. He'd never thought his fit could have gotten him this. She looked so vulnerable, trying to be commanding with only his gift left around her neck. It was even better when she looked away, finally defeated by her own shame. She truly looked like she was his now, wet cheekbones but still without covering up. He loved her intensely then. But she'd shown the power he had, and it justified his ambition with her body. Reyna had perhaps done this to herself, in being so beautiful, and so pliable.

    He stepped closed after her question. The way he wanted her now - it was impossible to let her go. She'd signed her own fate, pushing up against the wall like this - a frightened rabbit. "I don't know anymore, Rey." he said with his calm, war-voice. He couldn't stay away anymore. He wanted to test the texture of her skin. He'd made love to her many times while picturing her face and colors on the women under him. "Do you feel like a woman?" he asked as his vest brushed her nipples, and his eyes loomed over her. He lifted his hand and drew the ball of his palm over her cheek, to take away some of the tears there. "Crying while showing me yourself? Is that what a woman does?" he posed, it was cruel, because it was he who had herded her into this, and now criticizing her for her resolve.

    A knuckled moved down her jaw, and into the row between columns of her throat, to eventually rest on the shelf of her collarbone. Did she feel submissive, being completely bare while he was so dressed up? He felt powerful because of it. The brother shifted back to leave some space between them so his hand could finally lower to her breast, all the while staring into her eyes to keep her exactly where she was. He'd correct her chin if she wasn't looking at him yet. The hand extended its longest finger and the thumb to try her fortifying nipple, rolling it. It felt so natural and it was still so forbidden.

    "You feel like a woman, Rey." he breathed as he gave more pressure to the little pebble, eager to see what sounds or expressions she'd make for him. Like he was inspecting something he owned. The other hand would come up, regardless, and wrap around her neck, the same as her present. The hand at her breast opened up and then dug into the meat of her tit. He couldn't stop himself anymore. "But you're not ready to leave." He believed that, and in saying it he reminded himself of the issue that had prompted this. "So I'm not letting you. Your head is wrong if you think you're anywhere near leaving Lobelia Manor." he pushed the back of her head tighter to the wall with the grip her had on her throat. "What do you have to say about that, sister?" he posed, teeth clenched. Their faces were almost connected, as though he was closely examining every expression at every angle. The way she breathed, the pulse he could sense underneath his hold on her, it seemed as though she was slowly becoming like the other women, who'd embraced his cruelty. Perhaps he needed to beat it into her. Perhaps she wanted it.
     
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    'Don't be silly.'

    Her age was not enough for him? She was a legal adult. She didn't have to ask his permission. She didn't have to announce when she was leaving or tell him her destination. She didn't owe anyone, anything. She was free to make her own path in this world. So why she was so insistent on gaining Calums approval? Why did it matter so much to her to have him be pleased with her choices? She was taking this too far to prove a point to him. Should it matter if he found her to have a womans body? In the deepest recesses of her heart, Reyna pined for him to accept her as any other woman. Not just the little sister that was perpetually stuck in the role of damsel in distress.

    Rey didn't understand what possessed her to continue until she was naked before him. Perhaps her own stubbornness in getting him to admit that she was grown and not a young girl anymore. She had always ached for her brothers praise in ways she still did not understand. It was as if his deafening silence was enough to intimidate her until removing every stitch of clothing. Briefly, her fingers had touched the clasp of her necklace as if to remove the beautiful necklace that had melted her heart, filling her with such warmth moments earlier. But her hands quickly returned to her sides. She had loved the pendant too much to remove it. The symbol of their bond. Their love. Of family.

    Everything about this moment felt wrong. Calum shouldn't be the first man seeing her naked form. He shouldn't be looking at her with that dangerous predatory glint in his eyes. To say that Rey felt timid was an understatement. She shivered as if her skin was chilled though it was only from her anxiety of the moment. Every instinct told her to bolt from the room, to grab her clothing at the very least. But she couldn't remove herself from the situation. She wanted to hear what he had to say. She wanted to hear him admit that she didn't need him to control her life, that she was an adult. That's what this birthday was about, right?

    His scent surrounded her senses, filling her nostrils that were rapidly inhaling and exhaling as her heart pounded. His vest brushed against her nipples, causing them to harden from the friction, her breath hitched in response as she closed her eyes tighter. To feel him so close to her when she was completely exposed left her feeling almost dizzy with a rising heat in her body. Her hazel gaze searched his own almost desperately, still glassy with unshed tears as she grit her teeth, trying to prevent the trembling of her chin. Her breath shuddered as he touched her face, wiping her tears away as he had done many times in the past.

    His question was cruel, malicious. Who was this man touching her now? This was not the soft and gentle Calum she had grown up alongside. This man was taking from her something that didn't belong to him. "I'm nervous...I'm embarrassed. You shouldn't see me like this. You shouldn't be so close to me." She fumbled with her words, her tone shaky and unstable as she fought the emotion in her voice that rose in her throat. As his hand slid along her chest, she knew he must feel how hard her heart was beating, how quickly she was breathing. When would he be satisfied? When would he let her go?

    As he moved his hand to her chin, she resisted the pressure as he turned her head to face him. Her eyes opened to bore into his own, not looking at the movement of his hand though she could feel the heat radiating from him. She gasped in surprise as his fingers found her nipple, her expression that of shock as she felt her body responding to him. The heat spreading through her form and pooling in her lower belly. Her clit throbbed in response and she squirmed uncomfortably, her legs sawing together briefly. A breathless moan escaped her, her gaze swirling with lust that felt foreign to her. "What are you doing?" Her tone was both curious and accusatory. He shouldn't be touching her body at all, not like this.

    Her expression was as lewd as her body, her cheeks as rosy as her nipples were, her lips parting as a shuddering pant began to leave her. "Stop it...stop touching me..." She weakly snapped at him, screaming at her limbs to move, to push him away from her. But her fingers only closed into a fist and unfurled repeatedly, too fearful to actually make a move against him. Not with the feral look in his eyes that he held now. She hissed as he gripped her breast, attempting to flatten herself further against the wall and away from his lecherous hands. Rey was in shock. She couldn't believe that this was her brother touching her in this way, taking away one of her firsts. Being touched so intimately.

    "You can't stop me Calum. I'm legally an adult, what are you going to do to stop me from leaving if I want to?" She shook her head. They were so close now that they could almost kiss, exchanging heated breath, their scents mingling until the tension as a result intoxicated her. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. What was wrong with her? Her body was betraying her, it was filthy. She was filthy. And he had gone mad. "Brother..." She whimpered, twisting in his grip around her throat, "...you're scaring me...please." She needed space, away from him, away from all of this. Rey wanted her clothes, she wanted to leave this room.
     
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    Her skin sang for him, and though she thought she was being rebellious, the streak in her that always wanted to please other people glittered bright in her expression. He knew of it, and would usually have to tell her to think of herself, but now it benefited him to use that part against her. As her older brother, who had reached all the stages of maturity before her, he'd been able to study her in a much different light than she'd seen herself. Calum understood the little fawn, the budding deer, that was quivering against the wall now, cornered by her wolf brother. He'd collected things to use against her all her life without realizing it.

    His regrets were fading when she was being so lovely. Even her refusal was feather soft, offering no real resistance. Upon contact with his clothes, as he came close, she had a hard time breathing. Her pretty eyes were fully lidded, squeezed hard. It let him scan her without being regarded in return. Until she opened them, and he welcomed her attention. She kept saying what he shouldn't do, but she didn't do anything about it, did she? It was as much of an invitation as he'd ever need. His little sister was indeed just a girl, trembling before the man he'd become. He was almost glad for the cruel trials that had raised him, because just as he towered over her now with his body, his senses had developed beyond hers. He was happy that she was embarrassed. Sometimes he'd tease her and enjoy her reactions. Perhaps this was a little like that?

    She couldn't even resist him when he claimed her tit and its audacious tip. Rey was letting him have anything he wanted. Nervous she said, but there was something more here. She wasn't throwing a fit, she wasn't physically stopping him. She'd even undressed for his simple challenge. Rey didn't know, but there were shadows in her that wanted this. He'd cater to them, he'd conspire with them to take her over. He'd make her as much part of this manor as the mortar and paintings. He breathed with amusement when he noticed her leg's squeezing. She was slowly unfurling as his harlot, right infront of him, and she didn't know how to prevent it. What was he doing? "I'm teaching you about yourself, Rey." he answered easily.

    Her hands showed some strain of bravery, but that courage dissolved just as quickly, stuck in a state of constant indecision. That alone was enough to assure him he could do exactely what he wanted. She would have physically removed him already, if she meant to. This was not something to be undecided over. When she asked him to stop, while blushing wildly and breathing like he was already inside her, it was as much of an welcome as saying his name in heat. The meat of her breast was as delicious as he imagined, and he couldn't help but compress it in his hold. Abuse it a little.

    Her last strength was spent on asking what he planned to do to keep her from leaving. Did she even know what those kind of words did to a man? She'd become a perfumed flower, beckoning for spring's mating games with her bright colors and seductive, unintentional sway in the breeze. So he held harder onto her throat, his strength encircling her windpipe and finally holding hard enough to bother the way she breathed. What was he going to do? "I'm going to show your place, Rey. You've grown up all wrong. I've spoiled you. You'll see." he said, lips moving over hers as he spoke.

    But then she begged so sweetly. It moved his heart, but that blood also swam directly to his cock. "Oh, you're scared now? But you're not scared to be without me." he lashed as his hand left her healthy tit and then flicked it with four fingers, punishing the pretty orb for its beauty. He kept the claim on her throat, she could still take in air even if it was becoming harder. He put his cheek to hers while the other hand slid down her sternum, flat against her stomach, only to start cupping her nude, clean sex on its way. He breathed darkly against her ear when he finally petted the forbidden slit and its protective lips and mounds. His strong touch mashed that firm pussy up against itself.

    It was completely stupefying, how lovely she felt, how right, against his touch. The inspection was searching first, but increasingly rough. He wasn't petting her, he was teaching her. "You're my little sister. Just because you're older now doesn't mean you can go against me." he said into her shell and then lifted his face to barely hover over hers. Their noses connected and his eyes were large with their furious glow over hers. Her fear and awakening hormones smelled so good. He wanted to tear her apart and eat her. He shook her head slightly by the hold he had on her throat. Completely at his mercy. "You don't even know yourself." he said with some dark disapproval, again pushing his fingers against her sex, nomatter how much she tried to squeeze her thighs.

    He knew the signs of when a woman's body approved, and he was looking for that allowing heat and moist now, so he could read her mind and heart even if she didn't know. "If you're so independent, when why are you begging me now, Rey?" he asked. "Then how can I still make you feel like a little girl?" And if she moved her lips to answer, he'd finally put his ontop. It was her birthday, and he was giving her her first kiss while sternly holding on to her neck and cunt. He couldn't help himself from squeezing both harder, since it meant more control and more intimacy.

    Despite himself the kiss grew deeper. He didn't know how long it lasted, but he'd make sure she ate his tongue. Little lovely baby sister. He'd teach her anything she could learn out there in the world. And then, when his senses came back after having tasted her sugared mouth, he pulled back, prideful of what he was doing, of what he could do to her. In that motion he turned around, and threw her by that grip, down onto the pile of her clothes. He panted above her, like some offended beast. Calum padded the rumpled dress with the sole of his shoe. "Get dressed, Rey, you're indecent. You're to behave until the party tonight." he said and then leaned down. It was as though he was going to pick her up, but he reached beyond her to lift her panties and put them in his pocket. "Wear what you want, but nothing underneath. Panties are for good girls." he ordered and then started walking toward the door. When he opened, he looked back at his beautifully defeated sister. "Happy birthday, Rey." he said before disappearing out.

    It was a strange morning for him, but he'd discovered what he wanted now. He felt invigorated and inspired, and with some energy to spend, he took to their gym, an exstensive facility in the house. It was said it had been a shooting range once. Non the less he put on his leather sleeve and tested a few sabers, smiling to himself as he found vital parts on the partice doll. He was still thinking about her faces, and thought this was a milestone in their relationship. Remembering the letter, however, did make him strike the target harder, and cuss underneath his breath. He'd trained her in fencing, she had her own weapons and equipment, and they looked adorable next to his. It made him miss his strike and he chuckled. Wouldn't she like to take a sword to him now?
     
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    'I'm teaching you about yourself, Rey.'

    Was this what that was? Some kind of cruel and unnecessary lesson to be learned about her body? Rey's form froze against the wall and in his grip. Her mind rallied against her body, urging her to push him away from her and flee from the room. Urging her to call for her maidens. Draw attention to the sordid scene at hand. But she couldn't speak. She didn't want anyone to see this. Her brother fondling her most private parts of her body. She didn't understand the heat that flooded her body, pooling in her sex and her cheeks. Her breathe was short and shallow, a panicked shudder as she recoiled against his tighter grip.

    She shook her head, eyebrows furrowed as he insisted on punishing her. "I've done nothing wrong-" She tried to protest softly. Was she deserving of this level of humiliation just because she wanted to attend a school away from home? Because she wanted to make friends and have a relationship? Her lips quivered as his brushed over them. Every emotion and sensation felt heightened as a product of her vulnerability. A sharp inhale became a hiss as his fingers made contact with her breast again. Her head felt as dizzy as her mind as his grip only seemed to grow tighter. What had happened to the gentle brother that had greeted her with song just this morning?

    She pant raggedly as his hand slid along her torso, trembling beneath his touch as it soon cupped her sex. "N-No...Calum..!" The volume of her voice rose, finding strength in the fact that she knew he shouldn't be touching her like this. Could he feel how her young, inexperienced pussy was growing wet for him? She was an abomination for reacting and yet he was worse for initiating. "You can't do this, you can't-" She fumbled for words, "I-I'm an adult...!" She protested. This wasn't a case of teenage rebellion, she could legally leave whenever she wanted to leave. But he was right, why was she hesitating? Why was she even entertaining asking him for permission?

    His eyes were that of a monster, filled with unbridled rage. She was putty in his hands, tightening her thighs together the harder he pressed against her sex. Her clit ached, throbbed the longer the heat of his hand touched her smooth mound. Tears continued to fall as he spoke, only because he was right. She didn't understand her body. She didn't understand why she was powerless to leave him unless he approved. The idea of fleeing in the night without his express permission brought a sickening dread to her stomach. Her lips parted as she intended to tell him that he was sick but the words never left as his lips claimed her own in a searing kiss.

    A whimper of confusion left Rey, eyes only closing to tighten as her hands finally cooperated, moving to his chest to push at him. Her mouth was compliant despite her struggling against him. A guttural groan left her throat as his tongue forced its way past her lips and into her mouth, filling her with his taste. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, her tongue sliding against his briefly in her struggle. Her heart raced, the aching of her body intensified, a soft moan leaving her as he broke the kiss, leaving his taste on her lips. Her fingers came to rest against her mouth, her expression that of shock before he tossed her to the ground and onto her clothing, discarded like a rag doll. She scrambled backward, away from him though looking up at him for mercy.

    She covered her breasts, her sex as much as she could as she took note of him taking her panties. She swallowed roughly as he made his demand, the words eliciting a twisting in her stomach as he finally left the room. Unrestrained sobs finally left her as she shakily stood, rushing to her door to lock him out as she slid against the door and back to the floor. He had taken her first kiss. He had touched her pussy, her breasts. He had made her feel the first heat of arousal. Her brother had taken so much, so quickly. So much she couldn't get back. Once the tears slowed, she tried to regain her composure, using the doorknob to stand and make her way to the bathroom. She wanted to run a bath for herself. To cleanse her body that now felt so unclean.

    Her hands tightened against the marble counter of her sink, looking up at her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze lingering on her now kiss swollen lips and the fading red marks on her breasts where his hands had abused her tender pale flesh. Her nipples were still stiff, the glistening of her slit extending to her inner thighs. She couldn't have felt more disgusted with herself as she made her way to the claw tub, testing the heat of the water before climbing in and submerging herself. She soaked more than she bathed, reflecting on the morning and the crazed look never before seen in Calum's eyes. What had come over him? Was he really so overprotective of her that he was willing to sully her virtue just to prevent someone else from staking that claim? The idea was ludicrous! She scoffed at the theory almost immediately. Not her brother.

    Reluctantly, she got out of the bath, wringing out the excess water from her hair and wrapping a towel around herself. A party would be thrown for her tonight as it was every year. Hosted by Calum and inviting everyone of even minor importance. She had to hold herself together if only for a few hours. What would the press say if anyone caught a glimpse of the princess of the manor looking disheveled? No, she had a reputation to uphold. All eyes would be on her entrance tonight. Her eighteenth birthday. She would be met with romantic propositions, both out of politics and she was sure, men who were after her shared fortune. She was interested in neither.

    Her movements were robotic as she moved around the room, gathering her discarded clothing and tossing it in the hamper. It was dusty, dirty now. She would have to wear something new. Though most of her dresses looked similar. She dug through her drawers, instinctively looking for panties. He couldn't tell her she couldn't wear panties to her own party. Did he want her to behave like a lady or a whore? He would be none the wiser. The rebellious side of her chose a sheer pair of red panties. Bold with very little fabric. She reasoned that it was basically like wearing nothing at all. She chose a black bra that supported her breasts and yet was easily hidden by her corset. Her corset which took far longer to tighten and tie as she fumbled with each ribbon. She chose a flowing pastel pink ball gown that pooled at her ankles. It was layered with thin silken fabric yet cinched at her waist, scooping at her breasts and exposing both shoulders. Soft pink slippers completed the look, leaving her with the appearance of a living doll.

    Her hair took the longest though Rey allowed the air to drive it as she paced, leaving the brunette locks laying in waves past her shoulders. She stared at the cakes left by Calum, her stomach turning as it reminded her how horribly the morning had gone. Her birthday had been terrible but she wouldn't let Calum ruin the rest of it. As nightfall came, Rey could already hear the commotion downstairs. She took note of the endless swarm of headlights outside as the cars filled their estate. Cars full of people she didn't know and would never care to know. People that only wanted to see how womanly she had become and hear of what she planned to do next. The public was always so interested in their lives even after Father was gone. Was there nothing better to do in this town? A soft knock at the door had her whirling to face it as Emily hesitantly opened the door. "Miss Reyna? Your party has begun to arrive. They're waiting for you."

    Taking a steadying breath, Rey left the room, gathering her dress in her hands so it wouldn't drag the floor as she descended down the spiral staircase where her brother awaited her as he did every year. She didn't acknowledge him, only bowing to the guests as she slipped her arm into his gently. She was used to him taking the lead and whisking her away to where she was needed most. She was a puppet to be operated. A poster child for the upper class. Her day had gone by in a blur, smothered by anxiety and replaying the events of the morning in a loop. It still felt surreal that Calum would have acted out at all as he had.
     
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    Calum had always been in the company of available women. Really, the ones fettered with rings of varying value were just as free to him as the ones that willingly placed themselves in his path. He'd been a romantic to start, but all those pastel dolls faded in comparison what he was looking for - formidable as his mother, or lovely as sister. It was impossible for any individual, no matter her training, to fulfill his demands, and so he'd trudged on through this land of moaning mouths and hot loins, all ready for him if he'd only throw a little attention their way. Calum Lobelia, a modern god, would have anything he wanted, and everything desired to be wanted by him. But he'd never really seen his sister as a woman. Or so he thought. She wasn't a creature the same way as the ones that found their rapture on his cock. No. She was apart. That was why today had been so stressful for him too, and why he'd responded with anger.

    Against his hand, she showed herself to be every bit the woman as the others. Hot to his palming, and squirming to his expert caresses. Nothing wrong, she argued, but how could it be right to leave here? She wasn't fighting the way she ought, and he felt that was a badge on his dominance. He should not want that, but he discovered that he did. Very much like she was discovering things about herself, too, he suspected. He would have been happy for her if he wasn't already so offended by her betrayal. He breasts were scrumptious for his hand to eat, but her noises were better.

    And her cunt was best of all. It gave him a truth that her inviting hands at his chest only began to tell. He rubbed up against the split mound, and she could press her legs all she wanted. He wasn't even sure if it was to soothe herself with more friction and pressure or to keep him out. Surely she didn't know either. He didn't let up, just as he didn't abstain from kissing her and feeling her willingness there too. Oh, she'd given herself up. This was all he needed to know all her protests were only formalities of a code she'd adhered to all her life. He didn't care about what should be forbidden. There should be no worldly rules between siblings like they. Her mouth understood it as he violated it. In the end, her lips upper and lower, were equally slathered, and that said something about her, didn't it? How glorious and large he felt when he retreat and she held her mouth like he'd hurt it. He'd only taught it.

    She fell like the maiden she was onto her clothes. Who'd taught her to crumble like that? It was absolutely gorgeous. Always so elegant, even when bullied. And when she crawled back, it was almost better. He could see the shine between her legs in the morning sunlight. He almost had a mind to have her right there. Wouldn't that be delightful? He had been her teacher, and she'd learned something, whether she cared to admit it. Rey wouldn't win this, but she could make the sport of it more fun. He wore a knowing smile when he left, and was happy to leave her with whatever thoughts and sensation stayed in the aftermath without him.

    "Congratulations on your sister's birthday." Lionel said. It was a crass joke, as far as the younger male was concerned. Lio had been happy to take care of the paperwork for the Lobelia family once the estate passed to Calum, even if the son of the house knew his way around legal stuff. Lionel also saw Calum as an older brother, and had enjoyed his protection in the boarding school they'd attended. Calum, who'd been happy for the distraction on their journey through the old, tradition bound halls, had never thought much about it, but knew Lio thought it translated into some kind of debt of gratitude. Incidentally, Lio lived in the city and had visited a handful of times. They might have been even closer friends if Lionel Rein hadn't smiled so widely when he saw Reyna the first time, and continued to try an initiate conversation with her every chance he got.

    While Calum was never far from violence, especially when it came to putting himself between Rey and the opposite sex, he couldn't bring himself to shake Lio for it. The light haired, dark eyed boy was exactly between the two siblings in age, but noticeably less formidable than Rey. Calum supposed he also thought of himself and the shorter male as siblings, in a sense. Besides, it wasn't like the boy had any chance with Rey, right? She probably didn't even know Lio was infatuated with her. Calum couldn't blame him. She was stunning.

    "Why, thank you Rein." Calum said. He'd been an erratic but happy mood since this morning, and it contributed to some nervousness in the staff as he dictated the setup and preparations of the party. He'd still had time to put his clothes on, a suit with a long jacket, so blue it was black. His vest had pink flowers on gold background and his shirt was almost sheer. He usually dressed bold, and today should be flamboyant. He'd said as much in the invitations. His hair was held back and down with oils and that made his cheekbones even more prominent. Yes, close to Calum, the Rein heir did not look like so much competition for anyone's heart, with his simple gray suit, only claim to creativity was the pearl pin on his tie.

    Lionel had something on his heart. He was going to ask about the girl they both adored, but Calum didn't have time to soften the blow for his taken little brother when she came out. The younger boy was stunned enough that Calum could leave him without another word, where they'd stood by the window. He grinned when he came to her, and she didn't look his way. How lovely she looked. But he knew her in another form, didn't he? She was locked into conversation soon, unable to move away from him when he stood beside her, hands behind his back while she received a few complements for her dress and the pendant. She'd dressed to match it. In his jacket pocket, a bit of the lace of the panties he'd stolen stuck up, masquerading as a napkin.

    He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

    "All these people come to celebrate a woman who's ready for society." he said and stood straight, shaking a hand and giving a comment on whatever conversation they were having before he lowered himself and his lips to her ear again. "When I still have your taste on my fingers." He left her after that, and continued the rounds. Many egos in this room. He had to satiate them all with some attention before the festivities could go on. He insisted on champagne in ever empty glass, and more of the finger food. He hurried up the division into little groups so the guests could entertain themselves.

    During this little time, Lio found his way to the pretty birthday child, and smiled brightly to see if she'd look at him. His demeanor wasn't lost on those that already talked to her, and like with Calum, Lio inspired sympathy in them, and they excused themselves so he could stand before her alone. "H-happy birthday, Reyna Lobelia." he said with all the bravery of a wilting twig. It was abominable to start the conversation like that, given his flirtatious intentions, but his gait always beckoned forgiveness. If Calum's charm was utter confidence, then Lionel was attractive for the opposite reasons. "I know we're supposed to put this on the table, but I wanted to give you this personally." A small but thick envelope, red, incidentally the same red as the exclusive trains that apart from other places went from the city station to the private one at High Gardens Institute. His family owned a lot of stock int he company, and when she opened the gift, she'd see a card which gave her access to their private car.

    Unlike her brother, Lionel Rein meant to show her support. She'd mentioned it in their few conversations, both in person and on their apps. He hoped it was a good gesture. He didn't know if she'd been accepted, but he thought he'd show he believed in her. Truth be told, he never minded that she meant to move out, even if it left her far away from where he lived, since he could visit her, or choose work close to her, and it'd be without her looming brother.

    Calum, who'd taken the time to go out for a smoke and a splash of the vodka he had in his flask, came back with chemical tasting tongue and smoky sinuses to see the exchange from afar. He stopped and grinned with some entertainment and frustration. The boy who enjoyed the favoritism of both Lobelia siblings was perhaps taking it a bit far for the brother. Still. He wanted to see this play out, so he stole a glass from a passing tray and watched.
     
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    Rey had intended not to speak to Calum for the rest of the evening. As far as she was concerned, he had acted the part of a brute. A lewd one at that. Inappropriate and crass. Not at all fitting for how an elder brother should treat his little sister. She wanted to give him the cold shoulder and leave him vying for her attention. She wanted to punish him in the only way that she knew how. To withdraw her affections. To drive the point home that he shouldn't have behaved like a depraved predator, lest of all on her birthday of all occasions. It had left her feeling dirty in a way that she didn't understand and didn't care to learn about.

    Though how could she ignore him when he was the one leading her into the party? She froze as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, his hot breath washing against her delicate ear made her shiver. Lady Mira, a dear friend of their mothers had briefly engaged in conversation with them prior to Calum's attempt at initiating a conversation with her. For a moment, Reyna thought it might save her from hearing whatever sweet manipulations were about to leave her brothers lips, though he simply shook her hand and thanked her for coming. And that was that. Her stomach dropped as he finished, leaving her standing in a state of shock as heat rose to her cheeks. Her lips parted though quickly sealed shut as she regained her composure.

    Taste. Had he tasted the silken heat that had gathered between her legs for him? The idea was absurd! Outlandish. Surely he wouldn't go so far. She had barely recovered from the comment that had left her shaking with something torn between anger and delicious fear. What had changed so quickly in her brother that left her feeling like helpless prey beneath his gaze? What had introduced this madness she felt growing inside of him, in the very way he carried himself? The letter. The cursed letter she knew sang of her acceptance before she even opened it. She couldn't take the action back and had no desire to. She had meant what she said, regardless of how it affected him. She wanted a normal life outside of these walls.

    A gentle voice shook her from her thoughts as she whirled around to face the familiar presence. "Oh, Lionel..." She breathed a shaken sigh of relief, forcing a bright smile upon her lips as she forced her worries to the back of her mind. It was hard to feel anything but a sense of comfort when she was around the male in front of her. Rey's hazel gaze swept over Lio's form slowly, appreciating the fact that the boy she had grown fond of was no longer a boy at all, but was very much a man. Not a man in the way her brother had become. He lacked the hard edges both inside and out, oozing a softer approach and an inviting aura around him. He was friendly, a sweetheart. It was hard to ignore the cute boyish charm that he had. Though it had never awakened the strange twisting heat she had felt that morning beneath the intense gaze of her sibling.

    The realization muted her for a moment, a blank stare overtaking her prior warm expression as Lionel continued to speak. Her gaze was drawn to the thick envelope, narrowing as she scrutinized the red coloring. The creases in the furrowing of her brow smoothed, her expression relaxed as she placed why the color was so familiar. Lionel's family had connections. Connections to transportation that could take her away from here. He had implied as much in a handful of their many talks together. Late in the evening when she had managed to find time to spill her hopes and dreams to the one man who always seemed eager to listen to her. Never overtalking her, never belittling her. He listened without an ulterior motive and had always encouraged Rey to pursue what would make her happy. Though his approval wasn't the one that mattered to Reyna.

    Rey's eyes flickered between Lionel's and the envelope in her hand as if asking a silent permission to open it here and now. Her heart was in her throat as her fingers deftly yet carefully opened the envelope to find the ultimate gift she had been given. A sharp exhale of shock left her. An access card needed to obtain clearance to his families private car. A way to travel to the school of her choice. A way that her brother would have no permission to follow her to. An escape should she choose to take it. A light misting of tears had filled her gaze, unshed as she tucked away the contents of the envelope, tucking the top down into its casing to secure them.

    She didn't think as she wrapped her arms around the man in front of her, loosely around his neck yet holding him close. Not tightly against her body, but far more affectionate than she had previously been with him. She was overwhelmed with gratitude, the envelope clutched in her hand until her fingerprints had created creasing from the tightness of her grip. "Thank you, Lio..." She breathed against his ear, her voice a soft whisper, genuine and yet unsure. She pulled away after what felt like ages when in reality it had been a brief moment that perhaps would have gone unnoticed had it not been for the shadow of her brother in the distance, watching them unbeknownst to Reyna.

    She kissed Lio's cheek casually meant as a farewell for she knew she had party guests to attend to, but she found she couldn't leave without an explanation. Lio had always been a dear friend to her, he deserved to know that she might be leaving soon. With or without Calum's permission. As she pulled away from him, now clutching the envelope to her chest, she risked a glance around. She didn't want the papers to pick up any details of her plans. "I believe I was accepted. Though I haven't had a chance to open my letter." She explained, her eyes skirting around between her slippers and his chest. She couldn't look him in the eye as she reminisced about what had happened, giving him half-truths.

    "Calum was more than a little disappointed in my wishes to leave our home." She should have left it at that, but her heart forced the words to spill from her lips. "I don't know if he was disappointed in my choice of schools..." She reasoned, "Or...or if he just can't accept that I'm not a child anymore." A child who could be controlled. Coerced into what he wanted to shape her into. "Your gift means the world to me, Lio." It was like setting a caged bird free. But even Reyna knew that this was only a small piece to the puzzle. She would never be truly free until Calum agreed with her choices. He had the same power Father had over Mother. But wasn't that strange for a pair of siblings? She swallowed roughly, reaching out to his arm where her fingertips trailed briefly as she parted from him. "We'll talk later, ok?"

    She wanted to discuss other options. Other schools. Other ways that she could slip away from the Lobelia manor unnoticed. She found herself slipping into the mingling crowd that seemed to want to fawn over every aspect of her life. Women surrounded her of varying ages as she was whisked from group to group. Women she recognized as family friends and some she knew were social vultures hoping to siphon from her fortune by becoming a friend to her. She was unsure how many times she answered the same questions. Yes, she was single. No, she wasn't betrothed. No, she hadn't read the latest rumors of where she was last spotted and who with. No, she couldn't guarantee a date with her brother. No, she wasn't interested in meeting yet another boring socialite that promised her the world in exchange for her hand.

    Rey knew that her entire existence had been groomed to be the perfect blushing bride for a man she had never met. A man who could promise her wealth and an extension to her fortune. Security. Healthy and beautiful heirs. Reyna found herself growing bitter towards her brothers outlook. He had taken many females to his bed and she had never batted an eyelash in their direction. She didn't insert herself into his affairs or try to dictate who he should give himself to. Why was it his concern that she wanted to find someone to court her? Someone to build a family with? Wasn't that what he had been doing as well? The more agitated Rey felt, the quieter she became. Offering polite nods or vague answers to please the dying swarm of questions rather than extensive answers.
     
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    Lionel was not so assumptive that he would expect the warm welcome, but he was elated to have it. She seemed so honest in her happiness, but he still thought it might be because of the situation itself. A good, lovely hostess, showing her beauty to all her guests. He still dared hope that this was something special, just for him. Isn't that any petitioning lover's dream? He was blinded by her radiance, and he was happy for it. How could something so valuable, so intrinsically exclusive, be so modest? He nodded when she asked him with her beautiful eyes if she could open it now. It felt out of place that Reyna should ask him for permission for anything. It made him feel important, powerful. Of course she could. She must! His entire being was stiff when she examined what he'd brought her.

    Maybe she hated it. What was it really? A sheet of plastic, a key to a car on a train. She would be getting diamonds and gold tonight. She would have more riches today than most would see after a lifetime of work. Rey had never proved to be a materialist - he'd gotten the pleasure of speaking to her candidly, and she'd opened up - but he couldn't help but be fearful of that now. Maybe it was pertinent to show up with something grand and sparkling when she came of age? Could be lovely Rey wanted lovely things. He felt a bit silly for the gesture, that was more symbolic and emotional than expensive. Had his heart betrayed him? Had he been rude to tie back to her ambitions to fly out of this manor and test her flights in other cities, that her family had yet to rule? Here is your freedom, beautiful bird. Oh, it had seemed like such a good idea, the only real gift for a girl who was to be showered in gems and precious metals, but now, in the moment before she gave her verdict, staring at the card, he doubted himself fully and deeply.

    Her face transformed and he couldn't read it first, his chest was too heavy for it, but when she embraced him he held her back, mostly for himself, to keep himself upright when Reyna Lobelia herself embraced him. She'd been smiling, she'd been completely enveloped in light. He held her too, perhaps too hard, but it was too difficult to abstain when she offered the only thing he wanted. Her attention. Her warmth. He didn't know that how she affected him when she whispered in his ear was similar to how her brother had stirred her earlier. How intimate. He'd never had such pleasure before, running out from the canals of his ear to scramble his brain for just a second. It was hard to stand but he did it for her. This wasn't what he hoped, he knew that, but he couldn't help but imagine them as a couple then. Perhaps it wasn't so far off. He couldn't know that his beloved Reyna was slowly becoming something else, her romanticism slowly tainted by the claim her brother had staked, that she was fighting with her will, but loosing with her soul. To Lionel, to the rest of the room, she was still a pearl.

    The kiss was too much. It changed his life. So many new things for him. His lips popped open at it, but they shut when she looked at him again. He nodded with encouragement that he believed when she opened her letter it would have great news. His expression fell, his brows gathering in sadness when the other, powerful male had apparently not been so keen on her leaving. In an instant Lio understood. He thought the world of her older brother. "Surely he'll come around." He was certain. Calum would see that she needed her own life. Lio was needed her to be free so that he could be with her too. At any capacity. He'd longed for this day. He knew it might not be in his favor but he was willing to hope and fight for her. No doubt her brother would see it too. Lio hadn't been there for the sordid reveal of Calum's dominance.

    She did seem distressed, honestly, and Lio wasn't the kind to distrust her, especially about her own situation. It did seem foreign that his idol, Calum himself, would act in any way that would be ultimately harmful to the girl, though. He wanted to give her more words of encouragement, to soothe her somehow like when she entrusted her voice to him in the later hours, but she excused herself. He was all too eager to nod, and as always seemed more grateful for having had time with her than sad that she had to go. So he remained where she'd left him, right there, still smelling like her, and remembering her temperature. It was a happy moment.

    Calum had pretended to have a conversation with Lyra, a girl who strangely had many similarities to his sister. She went on about her confession. Her infatuation was his own fault, she'd also been raised sheltered, and played to be innocent. Perhaps she would have been, if he'd not blended himself with her. They'd swirled together, at first by his heavy insistence, and then by her resulting obsession with the man who'd deflowered her. Right now she was reiterating something that sounded close to one of her diary entries for his benefit, but it was all muffled to a nuisance as he glanced over her bare shoulder at his sister and her meek suitor. Calum drank and it tasted bitterly while Lyra prattled on about how he lived in her dreams at night and stayed with her when she was awake, and how he must do as he'd said, and take her away. He left her dampened, holding his drink when he saw that Rey was done with Lio.

    It was obvious Rey was melting to the boys advances, and Calum had seen the trademark red on the envelope. What a romantic gesture. He frowned while he departed from Lyra much the same way Rey had left Lio behind. In a moment when his sister wasn't looking, too busy with pleasing everyone else, he wrapped his arm around her waist and spun her away, saving her, from the crowd that was well known to play at matchmaking. With a swipe he had a glass of champagne in his other hand, and his sister pressed to his side. It was enough to have everyone else looking, and when he started singing the same song he'd presented this morning, before he'd had her naked and blushing, the crowd joined in. With the upbringing and training that they all had, the singing was melodic and in tune. A cake was brought out on a cart, followed by others.

    "Do you suppose you'll leave me with that?" he asked while the others were busy celebrating her with the birthday song. He meant the envelope she was still clutching. His voice was loving and hateful in her ear. "I'll teach you a thing or two about yourself, the self I saw in your bedroom today, before I'll let you consider it." he promised before turning to the crowd again as they raised their glasses with him. They laughed when an antique saber was brought out and he held it up to her.

    "She's is fierce when fencing. I suppose her eighteenth birthday cake wouldn't have a chance." She was to take the weapon he'd trained her in and cut the cake. And when she did, he'd gather her opposite cheek so he could kiss the one closest to her. "You're a woman now, Rey." he whispered, still holding her face to his. "And I am a man. There are things unresolved between us if you think I'll let you go. I'll come to haunt you tonight, to see if you're wearing something you oughtn't." he promised before slipping away to leave her exposed to the others, who all wanted to be served her saber-cut cake.

    First in line, somehow, was the ever smiling Lionel Rein, with his plate out for her. He was as innocent and supportive as always. A perfect friend. A perfect partner. But she could see her brother walk away toward the darkness of the garden, ignoring her, like she'd been dismissed, like she wasn't important.

    Calum also knew the games she intended to play on him, and he'd treat her heart, which had revealed itself to be treacherous, like the debutantes who'd raise their gloves to be with him. He' sharpened his teeth on many Lyra, and now he'd sink them into Rey, if she'd slip up just a little.
     
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    'Surely he'll come around.'

    Lionel had always been so supportive. So oblivious to the strict guidelines that Rey and Calum had been brought up under. He didn't understand the cookie cutter molds that they had been forced to fill. The instructions that had been instilled in them on how to eat, breathe and exude wealth and power. How to be the perfect specimens to carry on the Lobelia legacy. They couldn't afford to make mistakes. Mistakes in choosing a life partner. Mistakes one might innocently make in public that would be twisted by the media and become a dirty stain on their reputation that couldn't be expunged. Lionel was blissfully unaware and yet eager to absorb all of her worries without a clear capacity. He was never short with her. He was never anything but lovely. He didn't understand the pressure she felt to make Calum proud and yet achieve the freedom she so desperately needed from him.

    Was she nothing but an object to these people? Reyna couldn't remember the last time that someone had regarded her as a normal woman and not the heiress to a large fortune. She couldn't remember the last time that someone had asked how she was feeling. What she wanted out of life. If she was happy. No, it was always about what man she was considering and who had pursued her that week. It was all about the man who she hadn't met who would control her for the rest of her life. She didn't want to live a life like her mother had. Being the beautiful doll at a mans side. Forgoing the power she could hold for a life of luxury. A life of being pampered. It was what she was born for. But her spirit was a caged bird and her brother was the cage.

    Rey froze, her expression going slack from surprise as her brothers arm wrapped around her, sweeping her away from the crowd and their unrelenting bombardment of personal questions. She was still upset with him and yet being pressed to his side and away from the buzzing crowds that were centered on her filled her with a sense of peace she couldn't admit aloud. Lest of all to him. It was a familiar warmth, one she had relied on many times in her childhood. One her body and heart couldn't forget now. The song filled her ears with a thunderous volume as the surrounding crowd joined in. A song that once brought her excitement for another year passed, another year that inched closer to her adulthood, now filled her with inklings of shame. Her morning celebration had been soiled and Calum continued to cross the line.

    But she smiled as she had been taught to. Her expression only briefly faltering as he leaned close, his warm breath tickling her ear. She gripped the envelope harder as if it might disappear from her fingertips. His words spurred her heart to race, dread and the same strange heat from the morning twisting in her gut as he mentioned teaching her more about herself. Rey had learned all she wanted to learn from him. Though she had little time to react as her cake was brought out. It was a gorgeous creation with four tiers. She could smell the vanilla before she even neared the cake. Thick yet delicate designs had been made with buttercream around each tier. It was a simple design yet decorated with varying flowers and shapes that added volume. She could almost guess that the cake itself was chocolate. Her favorite.

    She laughed softly, a rehearsed sound as he held out the antique saber to her. The tool that felt like an instinct to use. She had spent many an hour fencing with Calum. For what? For sport? To look graceful wielding a sword should she need to? She had never questioned Fathers desire for them to take up the sport. Just as she hadn't questioned Calum's desire to continue the tradition. She held the saber tightly as he kissed her cheek, his words sounded sweet but were dripping with unseen venom. His words added fuel to the fire that was being stoked in the deepest recesses of her body. Her hazel eyes widening only briefly as she quickly replaced the shock with a mask of joy.

    He was a man. She was beginning to recognize the reflection of Father within him. The claim he believed he had on her. The need to possess her, keep her all to himself. He was greedy for her in a way that wasn't healthy for siblings. She was a woman. She had proven this to him. But they were siblings, not star crossed lovers. There was nothing unresolved between them. She covered the tension between them with the excuse that he just couldn't handle seeing her grow up. She smiled sweetly at each guest as she began to cut the slices. Perfectly sized portions. No mistakes. Though her eyes drifted to Calum as he headed towards the garden.

    She didn't want to be near him and yet his absence filled her with sorrow. What had she done to upset him so deeply with her? She could barely focus on cutting the cake, taking her time exchanging pleasantries with her guests. She couldn't get him out of her mind. She knew she would feel anxious until this was resolved between them. But his words still angered her. Did he really think that he was going to get away with seeing her again? With checking to see if she was wearing the panties he forbade? She wouldn't allow it. She meant what she said. Never again.

    She was only halfway through cutting the cake when she looked to Lionel, "Can you..." She held the saber out to him, "...Can you please help me finish? I just...I need to excuse myself." She sheepishly murmured, ducking her head as she passed the saber to her dear friend, gathering her dress in her hands and making her way to the stairs that led back upstairs to her room. She froze at the steps, her hand resting against the banister. She could run away. Run away upstairs and wait for him to come to her tonight. Or she could confront him now. She knew Calum inside and out. He would be coming to her room tonight regardless of her choices now.

    No one would be in the gardens now. Everyone was too busy enjoying the festivities and devouring her cake. Chewing her bottom lip nervously, she turned on her heel and practically stomped her way to the gardens, weaving through the tall shrubs that created an intricate maze that had become a beautiful view from the upper floors. "Calum!" Her tone was sharp, short as she made her way to her brother. She didn't care if he was looking at her or if his back was to her, she was going to speak to him. Her cheeks were pink from her embarrassment and the nervousness she felt at confronting him.

    "What has gotten into you?" Her voice nothing more than a hushed whisper as her gaze fell to her feet. She couldn't look him in the eye. She didn't want to look at him at all. All she could think about when she saw his face was his lips descending on her own and the taste of his tongue in her mouth. "You're not going to control me like Father. You're not." Her voice was strong at first, defiant.

    "I can leave whenever I want. I don't have to tell you anything." She was fed up with being pushed around today. The reflection of her body she caught a glimpse of in the mirror filled her mind. Her slick inner thighs and puckered nipples. "If you think this morning will ever be repeated, you're wrong."

    She was taking it too far, she knew she was. She knew the control Calum held over her and her choices. Part of her wanted to threaten to tell Emily and Amelia next time he should make a move to be with her alone but she knew they wouldn't act against him. They would watch him fondle her before they would dare risk their positions. She was helpless and yet she couldn't stop herself.

    She wanted him to hurt. She wanted him to squirm like he was making her squirm. She wanted to push him to get to the truth of it all. She leaned close, speaking in a soft simper, "My body will be given to my husband. It is not for my brother to view or to touch." She was vibrating with her anger as she turned away from him, intending to go back inside and bid her farewell to the party before heading to bed.
     
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    He could hear the crowd still, at least their collective noise. It was a bit reassuring, that his house was filled with people, while he was out here, keeping the night company. It should have been joyous, her coming of age. The most precious thing in his world, blooming. He had celebrated to himself, quietly, to know that they'd be without the father with such a long and cold shadow. Calum thought he'd protected her, and that his job was done now that father was gone. And then the letter, and a spring monsoon of black emotions to become oil to the flame that lit up his eyes while he smelled their garden and got lost in it, looking for solace while he tasted blood.

    He heard her too, when she was on her way. His beautiful birthday girl, moving on her petite shoes with what little weight she had on her. He knew the composition of that flesh. he'd laid it bare for himself with a command, a challenge, this morning. It was hard not to imagine her like that, nomatter how pretty her dresses. He smiled to himself, but the arch soured soon. Those eyes, better connected to the family name than their flower crest, shone at her when she found him. There he was, a shadow in the blue night, his vest shining to give him away, and his silhouette carved better than any of their statues.

    His name off her lips was superfluous, he'd already seen her. He could even smell her among the grass and other garden aromas. She always stood out to him. His hands were in his pockets while he waited for her to reach him, ready to hear what had her voice quivering so. She was angry, she had reached a point that she thought was enough. How much of her momentum she lost when her head dropped. She was beautiful standing there, trying to be a sunflower for the sun, but instead bent her neck like something out of season. He made sure she still felt his stare while she bravely continued. It didn't have the impact she would want when she was essentially speaking to her shoes.

    He didn't answer at first. Let her hang herself with her own rope. She knew damned well what had him so upset. But he had a hard time himself when she brought up father between them. She couldn't see, but his face rotted to something disgusted and appalled, and anger lifted those wrinkles into something deceased and willing to hurt. How dare she? He was nothing like that monster. But it was that monster that wanted to do bad things to Rey, now. Calum didn't have the sense for such introspection now, and only cooked in his own wrath. His hand curled in his pocket with the intent to fly out and beat her.

    Leave when she wanted? That was just it. He knew the law, was sure her could circumvent it, but he didn't WANT her to want to leave. That was the insult. What more was there in a life out there without him? Was he such a weight that she couldn't find a freedom where he existed. She was fleeing from him, not this house, or she would have invited him. He refused to believe it, not when he'd loved her more than Christmas morning, more than any girl he'd taken to bed. Ungrateful, beautiful little wench. This morning would repeat forever until she learned. Until she learned to love it!

    His breath was hot with boiling insult when she whispered her last taunt, and he watched her turn after that. She was playing at something she couldn't even conceive of. He would teach her, if that's what she wanted. Calum had let her have her little fit, but made sure she felt out of place with his silence. He gave her nothing, but now that she was leaving, he followed quietly. He grabbed her arm to halt her suddenly, a hard squeeze, and he twisted it to bend her forward, so he could pull up her dress, damn near over her head to see what she was wearing underneath. That pretty bum was covered, and the sheer fabric was a mockery to him. He tossed the dress back into place and then he threw her on the ground for good measure.

    He was shaking too, with hatred for the situation that was spilling over richly onto her. He'd told her. He'd made sure she knew, but she'd still worn that. Incorrigible ward. He kicked the grass at her, a violent gesture, and the blades flew to land in the folds of her dress. And then he left her where she was, dismissing her. That was all she deserved. Brat sister all filled up witch defector thoughts and illegal impulses.

    He avoided her for the rest of the party, and made sure to sample the drinks overly. He was blushing by the end, and a handful of girls had thought to take advantage, have a rid of the Lobelia stallion or try to nestle themselves in to the brimming coffers that came with his name. He would have none of it, and skillfully danced around any self-invitation. It seemed Rey was of the same mind, funneling people out as the night went on. He even excused her favorite maids. Emily and Amelia had been invited to play along with some of the night owls in the crowd, and he supported it, stuffed a card in their hands so the expense would be on him, and then sent them off with a wave.

    He was in the training room again soon. His form was good, considering he was swaying somewhat and still wearing his fine pants and shoes, while his chest was bare. It was an elegant build of torso, and his muscles were finely connected and drawn to execute the motions with the competitive saber. He wore a leather sleeve over his attacking arm. But the more haste he put into the thrusts, the more fuel came into the furnace of his belly. He was striding down the corridor soon. Most of the effects of the alcohol had burned with his exorcise, but he hadn't dispelled it all.

    She might be surprised to hear the hammering steps in her empty house, but she would be more so when he shouldered her door up, undoing the brass hinges and sending them onto her floor with a rattle. The door followed soon, toppling heavily. He was still bare chested with a sleeve, but without his saber. "Well, birthday girl." he asked around, looking for her. "Have you done as I said? Show me."

    He almost hoped that she hadn't, but he would damn well punish her either way, because she was being disobedient, and also because he'd had a good time when he'd been here last. If she thought she would escape on a train he'd show her the reality of things.
     
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    Rey found it difficult to enjoy a home buzzing with warmth and familiarity when the person who mattered most to her in this world refused to celebrate such a special occasion with her. What gave him the right to treat her like she didn't matter when this day was about her? She had always celebrated his birthdays passionately, giving him her full attention. She didn't judge his choices. His wishes to bed woman after woman. She turned her head when she saw them line up and fawn all over him. She wouldn't let it affect her because she wanted to see Calum happy. But he had always been filled with a deep sadness. A sadness that was present long before Father died. A sadness that she had never been able to fix.

    It had been hard for her to speak to him even when she was looking up at him. It was his silence that rattled her the most. The sensation of feeling his eyes on her and yet having no reaction to the words that should have pushed him to his limits the fastest. She had wanted to stir a reaction. She had wanted to make him snap if only to pick apart the truth the lay hidden behind his outburst. She wanted to know why suddenly today, he had wanted to expose her. She wanted to know why his lips had stolen her first kiss. His hands becoming the first to touch her so intimately. She had tried all day to pass it off as his possession but Rey knew that was a poor excuse. No, this was something more.

    If he wasn't going to carry a conversation with her, then it was wasting her breath. She had turned her back to him without ever looking up, each step towards the party filled with conviction. A sharp gasp of surprise tore from her lips as he grabbed at her arm, a wince and a whimper leaving her as he twisted it, maneuvering her to bend forward as he pulled at her dress before throwing her to the ground. Much like earlier that morning, she scrambled away from him, shielding her eyes with her arm as he kicked the grass towards her like she was nothing to him. Livid. She had never seen her brother so livid. Lest of all with her. It broke her heart.

    She wrapped her arms around herself, tucking her head against the plumes of her dress and crying out just once at the unfairness of it all. She didn't want to hurt Calum and yet in her confrontation, she wanted nothing but to hurt him as he had hurt her. She had succeeded, or so it seemed. But was that what she wanted? For Calum to act like he hated her? Her fingers lifted to the pendant around her neck and her heart ached as her chin quivered. He was her person. Her most special person. Why had things changed so quickly between them?

    She collected herself, standing and sweeping the dirt from her dress though now the fabric was stained. She wiped at the tears on her face with shaking fingers, trying to calm her expression before returning to the party. Her eyes were now puffy, red rimmed from her tears. She told everyone that asked with feigned concern that she had made a foolish mistake in walking through the gardens and that her allergies were acting up. More questions came, questions about the dirt on her beautiful dress. Dirt she claimed had come from a fall. She was clumsy today. Too much champagne. That's all they needed to hear.

    She avoided most, dodging questions and politely being vague when she was cornered into a conversation. She avoided Lionel most of all. How could she lie to his face and pretend everything was fine? She took the time to thank each guest personally for their time with her and for their gifts. She assured them all that she would open her presents in the morning when she was feeling rested. Insisting again that she was feeling swimmy from the champaign and just needed to lie down. The reasoning seemed to suffice and it wasn't long before Rey was sending off her guests with soft embraces and a gentle wave farewell. With doors locked and presents secured, the party was over.

    She trudged up the stairs with a pit of dread growing in her stomach. She knew that he would come to see her tonight. She was shaking with each step up the stairs and furthermore as she made it to her rooms. Why was the manor so quiet? She didn't hear the gentle steps of her maidens. Only the thunder and rain of an approaching storm outside. Her heart raced as she made it to her room, relief filling her that no one was inside. She locked her door, moving to her vanity where she grabbed what she knew was her acceptance letter. She laid it on top of Lionel's gift before moving to her wardrobe where she stuffed them both beneath stacks of dresses. Hiding them.

    She had planned on telling Calum. She would have been excited to share the news. But now, how could she be? She was too terrified to even open the letter to see if she was accepted at all. But no fear could compare to the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. She closed her wardrobe and slipped off her slippers, moving to the bathroom with wide eyes as she hid behind the door. Her heart was racing, rising in her throat as the force targeted her door. She screamed out of alarm and surprise as the door was broken down. She only peeked from around the cracked bathroom door when she heard Calum's voice.

    He was heaving like a beast, her gaze traveled over his bare chest though she couldn't appreciate the chiseled muscles and masculine build when he was acting like a maniac. Reyna was scared. Scared of who this person was becoming. She came out from behind the door, moving to stand in her room in front of him. She quivered as he demanded that she show him. A large part of her wanted to lift her dress and take off her panties in front of him. Wanted to show her submission to him. This dark part of her would do anything if he would simply show her affection instead of anger. If he would stop acting like the role of a jealous lover. Yes, Rey would do anything.

    But she knew that it wouldn't stop him. And Rey didn't want a repeat of that morning.

    "I'm not showing you anything." She whispered, taking a step back as she looked up at him, trying to retain eye contact. "I didn't want to feel like a whore at my party. I'm not going to act like one now. You can't tell me-" She frowned, he had been bossing her around all day. Clearly, he could say whatever he wanted to say. Her eyes traced over every ridge of his body, licking her lips nervously. "What have I done to make you..." hate her? be disgusted with her? "...feel like this towards me?" Her tone wavered, hiccuping as she restrained the rising emotion. She could feel that this was not a time for conversation. Calum didn't look like he wanted to talk.

    "You've been drinking. You should lie down. Let me get you some dry toast or a r-rag." She stuttered as she started to walk towards him. She could tell he had alcohol in his system. She knew once she got close enough she could probably smell it. And she was right. Smell the alcohol and the scent of his sweat. The scent of him. It filled her lungs as she stood before him, looking up at him curiously. She wanted to move around him and towards where her door had been. Her entire body trembled and she realized that she was afraid of him in this moment after seeing the destruction of her door. What would have been a move towards the door to leave, became a step backward.

    And still, she felt rebellious. She felt compelled to answer him simply. "I'm wearing panties. Because I want to be decent." Her voice was so small and unsure it was barely audible. Why was she still talking? It's not like he was listening. He was letting the devil control his actions and his words.
     
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    He liked the way she fell, and how she shielded her eyes from the grass that he kicked at her. She wasn't the tough girl from the before, nothing like the insolent would-be woman who'd defied him. Reyna wasn't strong, and she knew that. She learned that when he put her on her ass. She crawled back, away, and he felt an incredible urge rise, to chase her. To do something villainous. She was only beginning to learn what she should. If he continued, it would have driven home the point perfectly. But she was wearing her birthday dress. This was a public occasion. She'd thought she would come out and tell him off. Well at least now she knew better.

    Her room was empty when he came, but it still had her heat, her presence filled it up so he knew she'd not fled to some other part of their large home. His head twisted to where she stood soon, still in that dress that had partially saved her last time. His eyes blinked slower, but not as slow as before. His blood was winning over the intoxicants. Lobelia bodies were strong. She did not lock the bathroom door, did not barricade herself. He should remember that for her sake, later. Further to her credit, she came out to meet him, and he felt almost proud as she emerged.

    But her tongue was still objecting. Her voice was no stronger but her words had not grown more acceptable either. How regretful, sister. It wasn't like he couldn't see where her eyes touched him. Calum was aware of his own beauty, and hadn't minded sharing it with her. But now, when she was being so perfectly insolent, he didn't feel like rewarding her. "You disobey me, wont show me what I want to see, and then you ask me why I'm like this?" he spat back at her. She took a step back and he followed with his own, much larger stride. It took them closer.

    His sister was afraid of him, and there were times when he would have been devastated by this, but tonight he felt invigorated. She looked so lovely, all wrapped up in her anxiety, not knowing what he'd do to her, but realizing that she had very little control. That's what he needed. She must understand that as her older brother, the were rights he had over her. It was his duty to govern her, and it was hers to like it, and love him for it. "Why should it matter if I drink? Isn't that what we do now? Isn't that what you're expecting of us, to completely leave the other at the whims of fate simply because there are a certain number of candles on our birthday cakes?" he pressed.

    He would have said more, he could ramble when he was lulled by the wine and champagne like this, but she confessed to her betrayal. Her panties had remained where they were last he'd seen her. His mouth shrunk with such distaste it looked as though he was going to spit on her. "Oh, you'd like to be decent?" he echoed as he finally moved himself to almost press against her. His torso was shining with the sweat he'd earned from training, and the leather of his protective sleeve smelled wonderful when warmed up by his body. That arm lifted to grab the shoulder of her dress. His eyes were the brightest she'd ever seen them, and cold, before he pulled at the fabric to tear it open. "How lady like you look now, Reyna Lobelia." Disgust in his tone.

    "You're too spoiled. You've learned nothing but the piano and to talk back!" he pulled more at her dress, made a violent game of it, pulling her this way and that, making sure that she was off balance but never fell. It was delicious. Like ruining a new doll. Didn't she hate that likeness? Then she shouldn't act like one, be like one. Eventually the shreds of her clothing laid by her feet, but enough of it was left on her that it didn't fall off completely. The abuse had left her looking ragged and beautiful. She was not father's polished little woman now. This was the most disheveled he'd ever seen her since he'd ran through the woods to find her when she lost her way, coming after him when he and father were out for a fox hunt. He'd carried her back, dirty and with ruined clothes. What he wouldn't give to have that girl back.

    "How do you feel now?" he posed to her, and wiped his jaw with the hard sleeve. Calum took a step back to look her over, as though he owned her, and inspected what more needed to be done. The skin exposed between rips in the fine material spoke to a part of him he'd denied. But now, when he didn't feel so fondly of her, and had discovered a less than pure shadow in her, he didn't mind exploring his own heart for those notes, too. He also licked his lips, but it was inspired by other things than fear. If he looked anything like he might eat her, it was because that's what he thought.

    A part of his heart vibrated with an ache for her situation. He was her brother, he should be protecting her, not bullying her like this. But something with her telling blushes and the sounds she made and the way she averted her beautiful eyes and lidded them cured him of most of his sympathy, and made him greedy for more. In many ways, it was Reyna's own loveliness that had done this to her, even if the entire family had cultivated it, little girl tucked away under a glass dome, to grow pretty and fair, all on her own. And now he was supposed to let her out, to do what she wanted, when she didn't know anything of the world?

    He'd rather pluck her himself.
     
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    At the sound of her door being broken in, she hadn't immediately thought that Calum was the perpetrator. Perhaps a big bad wolf that wanted to breach the safety she felt in her room. She had always felt safe in her home because of Calum. He would keep her safe. He wouldn't let anyone hurt her. He wouldn't let anything happen to her. She had grown up feeling a sense of peace around Calum that nothing and no one else could bring her. And now he was the reason for her unease. Her eyebrows furrowed as he spoke, twisting her nerves as she shook her head, swallowing roughly as he took a step toward her and again she ended up with her back against the wall. "Why would you want to see your sister exposed?" She scoffed, disgusted with his sudden interest in how little clothes she should wear around him.

    He was sick in the mind and she didn't have the faintest idea on how to cure him. He acted as if he owned her body. As if she were taking something from him that he felt entitled to control. Twice he had sent her to the ground today. Twice he had demanded to see her naked body. She may have been sheltered and pampered her entire life, but she knew enough to understand where things were headed if she didn't get out of this room. It would be a repeat of this morning. A repeat her psyche couldn't handle. She searched his azure gaze for a semblance of whom he was before he had received her letter. The brother who had shielded her from all evil, from their Father. From the world.

    She didn't recognize him at all.

    "I care about you. You're hurting." She could see that, could hear it in the contempt he held in his voice towards her. She had wounded him and she wanted nothing more than to fix the bridges that were burning between them. "You've gone mad, absolutely mad-!" Her voice rose before cutting off to eerie silence as he moved to press against her, making her painfully aware of every ridge of his body. Her soft panicked panting only served to fill her lungs with his scent. The scent that had always lulled her to comfort. The scent that she related to her childhood. To happiness. Family. Love. Affection. All which had been twisted into darkness by his own hand. The hand the gripped and tore at her dress like a beast.

    He had become the wolf.

    The wolf that tore at her clothes and wanted to devour her whole. "Calum, please-" She whimpered, not knowing how far he was going to take this as he tore at her dress, ripping into the delicate threading until it exposed her shoulders and began to hang from her frame. Tears brimmed at her wide eyes as she could only observe him. Sharp cries of surprise left her as he tore at her dress, her body being tossed about like a rag doll. She slapped at him, pushed at his chest as he shredded into her birthday gown. Her attacks were not meant to truly hurt him, but to get his hands off of her. "Stop! Stop it! Get off-!" The tears fell as she watched her beautiful dress get destroyed. What had happened to the brother that was singing to her this morning? Bringing her her favorite sweets?

    She knew how she must look. Her dress was still dirty from the last time he had encountered her. And now it was ruined, falling from her delicate shoulders and exposing the creamy swells of her breasts. She held the fabric to her loosely to cover herself, holding it tight to press her corset against her. Her corset which was already coming undone. She hadn't had her Maidens available to help her tighten it this morning. Her entire outfit was falling apart. She vibrated from both anger and fear. Such a strange mix to feel in response to your sibling. His eyes held an expression she had only seen in her suitors. An expression of desire. Of growing lust. It appeared she hadn't know Calum as deeply as she had previously thought. What had he been hiding from her?

    Her expression was soft for a moment as she regarded him with a quivering chin. How could she answer such a question? Was he ready for the answer? "I feel betrayed." Betrayed by the man she thought would watch over her forever. The man she thought wanted only the best for her. Never did she think she would feel afraid of someone she held so dear. "You don't have the right to look at my body." He had humiliated her. "You ruined my birthday!" What was supposed to be a joyous occasion had turned into hell for her. Before Rey could stop herself, her hand connected to his face. A sharp stinging slap. "Don't ever touch me again!" She blurted, her hand still hanging in midair as the tension faded from her expression and her shoulders went slack.

    She had quickly realized her mistake. That physically attacking him was possibly the worst mistake she could have made when he was in the mental state he was currently in. Her breathing became heavier in her panic as she forced her feet to move from the spot in which she was rooted. Her body crashing against his shoulder as she moved past him and tried to run for the doorway, though she underestimated how badly he had damaged her dress. The layers of fabric fell in her arms, pooling beneath her feet and tripping her, taking her footing. She fell with a cry, scrambling though her frantic movements only served to tear the dress further down her body.

    She turned over onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. He wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted from her. What is it that he wanted from her? "What do you want from me Calum?!" She shook her head, her expression confused. "Do you want me to postpone going to school? Is that it?" What control was he trying to have over her? Why was he so determined to embarrass her? "You want me to just stay here with you in this manor forever?"

    Her heart was shattering, her hands a flurry of motion as she motioned around her. "How is it fair that you can bed whoever you want right beneath my nose and I can't dream of having a family outside of the two of us?" It wasn't fair. It was hypocritical. The volume of her voice died down as she continued. "You can have woman after woman but you lose your mind when I mention a future husband that I've not even met yet." She was trying to distract him. Trying to get him talking to her. Trying to get his mind as far away from the fact that she had deliberately disobeyed him.
     
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    She had found some fierce in the night. He had pushed her far enough for even his lovely sister to burn. He watched it, but it didn't affect him much. What does a wolf care if his intentions make a little girl angry? Questions, because she wanted to know enough to change what was happening. It was human, the same way he had questioned their relationship when he saw the letter, and been assaulted by the avalanche of feelings that it brought, unopened. He wanted to see her exposed because he'd given her an order, one she'd already failed to follow, and now he wanted to see if he could forgive her. This was a kindness to her. He'd not punished her the first time, and he now was going to see if the sister he'd known had returned, or if this new, deceitful woman had to be dealt with appropriately.

    He didn't let her have any of the kindness that lived in him when she looked for it on his face. He had to be firm. She couldn't be forgiven simply because he loved her. That would spoil her. Look what his love had done already. It had gone on too long. Reyna had thought it was alright to leave here, to get on the next red train and disappear. Into some stranger's arms. Care about him. His eyes narrowed at that. How could she possibly? He shut her up. Mad? They had always been mad. Father pummeled him into this weapon of industry, into a formidable heir, and all the while Reyna grew up softly. Mother had helped neither of them. This was a house of glorious neglect, these pretty walls protecting nothing but abuse. He could take it from his parents because he thought he had something with Rey. That's why it hurt. That's what he couldn't forgive.

    How sweetly she protested when the shreds of her dress flew. It was entertaining, to pull at the design and watch it come undone. He gasped when she tried to hug it to herself. How maidenly of her, now, when she'd already planned to do this with someone else, states from here. Admittedly, Reyna was a beautiful woman, but he couldn't celebrate that in any other way than this. She was an adult today, and he was ashamed for her, that this was what she was going to do with the freedom the law gave her. He was fueled when her hand clapped to his face, pulling more and delighting in the intensity of it all. Rey had never fought in her life, closest thing she had to combat skills were the saber maneuvers he'd taught her. She almost seemed as though she was protecting the garment itself, and not her virtue. He knew what was in her heart. He'd seen her thighs glisten for him this morning. How could he possibly let her leave when she was that kind of girl? The world would eat her up. Better her wolf brother than the sheep she wanted to meet.

    He breathed slow when he took a step back, looking her over as she held the wealth of mayhem, hanging threads and formerly fine covering, in her arms like it was her baby. Her anger accentuated her well, because that was all it was - a color to paint to her, to add to her loveliness - it could do nothing to him beyond that. "Betrayed." he repeated when she put the concept up between them like it would lash him. He nodded slowly, taking it for himself. She tried to keep things from him, the vision of her skin, being the purveyor of her birthday. She was angry and he saw it a little like any adult would regard a child. It was in fact she who'd transgressed upon him. So he let her speak, let her pin her anger on him. It didn't matter. It certainly wouldn't alleviate her punishment for the real sin here. He watched her palm and her lifeline growing in his peripheral view, but he didn't let go of her eyes with his focus. His head barely moved when the clap was heard.

    "Well, you're disloyal, Reyna." he sighed out. Unmoving, like the statues mother had hidden in the surrounding forests, sunk them into the lake. The statues that had used to scare Rey when he took her, and they stared up at her from the depths that were clear on certain days. He thought they were lovely, with their legs in the mud, and the murk rising like skirts around their torsos. They would forever be together. They - unlike other residents of the grounds - were loyal to each other and the manor. He looked after her when she pushed past him. His steady would halt her in her step, but he let her through like a parent lets their child get their tantrum out, when they can afford the time. She was so incredibly spoiled. His anger brimmed and his eyes fluttered with it.

    She fell gorgeously. He stared and thought the moment was longer than it ought to be before she hit the floor. Poor little girl, couldn't even leave properly. Not that he'd let her. Her dissolving dress had opened in the back, as per his plan, and it parted when she pushed herself up. Before she turned it had shown him she still wore the panties he'd forbidden. It was igniting the well of combustible wrath that had amassed in him, and when she started speaking again he had no patience left. His hands became wrecking balls at the ends of his arms. His shoe hammered against the floor once. Thunder in their little privacy. She went on like she was some kind of judge, like she'd seen all the angles of their case and she'd deemed him guilty. He cared nothing of her decision on the matter.

    "Enough!" he roared when she talked about a husband. He leaned down, elegant like a bow, and pointed in her face. "Postpone! You're kidding yourself, sister." he said and there was froth on his lower lip. The finger retracted and it was a fist shaken in her face now. "YES! That's what I want." His head shook with the passion with which he delivered his answers. "Is it so impossible to think that I'd want you here?" he asked as he pulled at her, taking away the last shreds of her dress. He hated her in that moment. And it stirred something lustful in him. He took her leg and pulled her on the floor, toward her bed. "All this talk of a life outside and family and other men!" he gestured with his free arm. "You're completely ruined! I protected you from father, and look what's come of it." The muscles on his back convened with her, to let her know he was still strong and beautiful, and perhaps meaning to use it against her.

    "Those women meant nothing to me. They were just mirrors I was trying to stick a picture too, you vapid bird!" he stood her up against the edge of the bed, his energy lashing out at her from his erratic heart, the sleeve on his arm looking like armor, because his mood looked like war. His formerly perfect hair was over one iridescent eye. "Here." he said and that saber arm whacked her across the face. It was a perfect slap, he was still in control somewhere inside, just the back of his fingers, enough to sting incredibly, but not to swell. "That's what I owe you." he shoved her by putting his palm to her sternum. The kind of shove that would steal her air before she hit the sheets. She was so lovely like that, in her underwear. He wanted her so bad he could have given his life. But she didn't even deserve it.

    "TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES!" he said and there was little cloud-pieces of his spit hitting her stomach. He looked like an animal crafted after a man, to lure maidens to the woods. If the room had been completely dark, his eyes would still have filled it with the eerie light from behind them. He pointed at her underwear. "Or I won't even punish you. I'll pack your bags myself. I'll give you all of mother jewelry and all of fathers rings. Grow up, you say? Then take your inheritance. Leave me this house to rot in, to remember the angel you were." He shook his head and dropped his shoulders. His fire fierce was draining. It was being replaced with something cold so suddenly after his eruption. He swallowed and swung his arm so the back of his fist put a crack in her tall bedpost. Powerful, but he didn't know what to do with all that strength.

    "Well, then. Here's your freedom, Rey. Put on your clothes and take it, and know that I got exactly eighteens years of you, no more, or take off those wretched, beautiful things, and you can stay." It was mostly said in a sigh, but he was still humming with frigid fury.
     
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    Reyna didn't understand how the fire started between them or why it was burning so strongly now. How could he be so angry with her for wanting something she had thought was so normal? Never had she judged his choices or tried to manipulate him. Was it really too much to ask to start a life elsewhere? Even as she lay collapsed in a pile of fabric that had been her dress, she couldn't let it go. She had looked so beautiful in her gowns and Calum had ruined them both. One physically, one by a tainted memory of how the morning had gone. Was she wrong to say betrayed? Was she wrong to hit him? But thinking back on the day, at how humiliated she had felt. At how he had pushed her to the ground, twice. No, she felt nothing but resolve. He was losing his sanity and for what? Because she received a possible acceptance letter? She didn't want to be a doll in a castle forever.

    The angrier Calum became, the louder Rey's voice echoed in the large space. As if she could reach a volume that would slice through the rage she could see boiling behind his gaze. She recoiled as he shouted, curling in on herself as she took note of the fact that he was practically foaming at the mouth when she tried to explain how hypocritical he was acting towards her. "Please stop screaming at me..." She simpered, burrowing her face in her hands for a moment, her shaken fingers pulling at her hair nervously. Rey had never handled conflict well, especially yelling.

    She recalled the many nights that Father had come home reeking of alcohol, stumbling into Mothers room to throw wild accusations at her. It was clockwork. Almost every night. And it horrified Rey to think that this was what she had to look forward to as a woman. That this was love. She would cry, curling in on herself as she was now, alone in her room as she listened by the door. And Calum, like a knight in shining armor, would appear as if she sensed her distress. Gathering her in his arms and holding her against his protective frame. She would melt in his embrace, laying her ear against his chest and letting his pounding heartbeat lull her. It was almost a nightly routine. It crushed Rey to see that they had replaced Mother and Father's fighting.

    She only looked up when he confirmed that's what he wanted. For her to stay in their home, forever. Her expression softened only for a moment, "That's not what this is about-" She insisted. She wanted to be close to Calum forever. She never wanted to lose the relationship they had. But was it realistic? She remembered as a little girl insisting to her Mother that she wouldn't leave Calum. That Calum would be her husband. Only for her sentiments to get shot down as childhood fantasies. They were siblings. Nothing more. It wasn't healthy for Rey to spend this kind of time with him. To be so intimate with him. But she couldn't respond as he pulled away the last of her dress. "Ruined?!" She balked even as he dragged her towards the bed, her resistance was futile.

    "Ruined because I want to be a mother someday?" She lowered her head in shame. Calum had protected her, she knew this. She could hear it. The beatings he had taken like a sponge absorbing the damage she might had taken instead if he hadn't intervened. But she couldn't stop, "How can you be so selfish to deny me a family?" Though her eyes were drawn to the hard shifting muscles beneath smooth skin, the tension that was screaming for release in his body. Tension directed at her! She flushed as her stomach twisted nervously. Rey couldn't remember the last time Calum was shirtless around her, and never this close. To hear that the women had meant nothing filled her with a strange sense of relief she couldn't place. It shouldn't have mattered how many women Calum took to bed and yet Rey had always wanted to be his number one girl.

    A sharp inhale left parted lips as his fingers connected to her face, her head whipped to one side, her hair falling to cover her face and her expression. The held breath left her in a shudder. Fingertips lifted to her cheek as she looked up at him, her expression crumbling. With no time to collect herself, she gasped as he pushed her back against the bed, looking up at him with tears leaking from her impossibly wide eyes as again he shouted at her. She couldn't move, the moonlight streaming into the room amplifying the shadows of his muscle. He was a gorgeous man, there was no denying that. Predatory animals were often beautiful creatures after all.

    She sat up in bed, her lips parting as her expression went slack. He was giving her freedom. The freedom to leave right now. She had her letter, both of them. She had transportation and all of the money she could ever need. This was it. If there was ever a time that she could escape the sickness that was their bloodline, it was now. And she couldn't do it. She couldn't leave their relationship like this. She couldn't handle seeing her brother so distressed. She didn't want to leave them damaged. If she left now, things would never be the same. And that's all Rey wanted. She wanted the brother she loved so much back.

    "You don't mean it." She uttered in disbelief. Could he really let her go? Rey had been fighting with him all day to leave and yet hearing that he would finally allow it made her heart ache. Her fingers moved to the pendant around her neck, stroking the trinket affectionately. "You are the one thing that matters most to me in this world." She whispered as if it had been her deepest secret as if no one had been able to see how she blossomed in the same room as him. How she wore a beaming smile the second he entered the room. It had always been about making him happy. Rey couldn't stand him being unhappy with her. It was her greatest weakness.

    This was the break that was the calm in the storm. She moved to the edge of the bed where his hand still rested against the cracked bedpost. The tears still fell, because Rey knew she was trapped tonight. She didn't want to leave, not right now. Not with how things were between them. But how far was he going to take this? Dark lashes blinked away the tears as her cold and clammy hands moved to his own, leaning to his hand and kissing it gently as her heart hammered away in her chest. She stood and for a moment, it would appear that she was going to leave him, but then her thumbs found the waistband of her panties, hooking beneath the hem and pulling them down her slender legs. She kicked them off to the side, her eyes locked to the floor as she deftly removed her bra next.

    Her entire body was trembling from nerves alone as she got back on her bed, moving to the edge as if making space for him. She didn't hide anything from him this time, assuming this was all about control. Her cheeks were flushed, embarrassed that the door was broken down and the Maidens could see at any time. Though suspiciously, she hadn't heard them all night. Were they alone in the house? She nervously picked at her blanket, her eyes finally lifting to his form. "How humiliated do you want me to feel before you'll forgive me, brother?" She murmured. Laying back on the bed, she covered her face with her hands. "I'm so embarrassed I can't even look at you." She sniffled, her body shivering slightly from the chill of the air that teased her nipples. Assuming it was over, she whispered, "When can I put clothes back on?"
     
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