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

  1. reverse

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    She had never liked raised voices. He'd held her with his arms around her head on nights when mother's and father's violent conversations rung too much for her. He had adapted like any hopeful protector, and kept his own sounds level. There were times when he had wanted to yell at her but couldn't, earlier today especially. She had opened the door before the driver could round the car once, to step her red shoes onto wet pavement so she could cross the street from where they parked to get to the bright candy shop she had wanted to go to all weekend. Calum had yelled then, and slid over from his seat to pick her up just as a green car made green streaks as it swooshed passed, its window catching the sole of her shoes hard enough to launch it off her little foot like a rocket. She had cried from the ordeal, and he'd promised never to shout at her again if she promised to be more careful in traffic. It caused him some pause now, when she asked him not to scream at her, but his discontentment of her was enough to burn that small nostalgia into nothing.

    At least she came along easily when he pulled her toward the bed. Be a mother? He didn't know what to think about that. She had this entire world built in her head already, like she'd lived part of it on her own. It felt as though she'd not been the sister he thought for quite some time. How much of a woman had she grown to be, without him knowing? He felt fooled, he felt like she'd been hiding things from him - and still, it was a smaller sleight than that of her leaving. Her fixation on his body told him she had a grown-up's tastes now. It was she who denied him his family. The family he'd fought for since he could take father's beatings. It made the slap to her face even more pertinent. She took it so well. She'd taken it better than any of the others he'd tried his fingers on. His elegant Rey, with her beautiful cheek blushing hard from the clapping attention he'd given it. Didn't she know she was beautiful like this?

    At least she didn't hate him, at least she didn't run for the door the moment he'd let her. His heart softened a little at that. His emotional reach hadn't fallen on deaf ears. It gave him hope that he could turn her back into the creature he worshiped, but he was dizzy with rage, still. It wanted to ruin and ravish. When she touched the pendant he felt as though she remembered him, the person he was to her. But he still shook his head when she declared what he meant to her. None of it made sense, not when she was so adamant on leaving. Why on earth should he believe her now, just because he'd tugged at something sentimental in her? That part of her heart would fade as she grew older. He didn't trust her anymore. She already had her foot out the door. It made him feel abandoned right in this moment, and it of course made him more defensive.

    He stood still when she came to him, and realized he needed to breathe after the sudden outburst. His arm hung slack when she tended to it, and he tried to fight the affection that spread in him when she was being so sweet. He'd missed it. She cried and he wanted to wipe them away, but it was hard not to think other thoughts when his darling sister was on her knees in the bed, looking every bit the woman she said she was, in her underwear. His heart beat faster when she stood. Perhaps the kiss on his hand was the last he'd get of her. His eyes widened when she instead started doing what he'd told her, finally, and he watched as those infernal, pretty things finally slid down her legs. The triangle where her thighs met was so pretty. How could he have seen so many girls and still his sister was the most beautiful?

    She didn't even look at him, and he felt his blood heat up with how submissive that stance made her. His put his breath up between them, long, deep, and remembered how different she'd been this morning, when the light had come from the sun. It all seemed more dream-like now, her shadows darker, and her skin whiter. At first she was just that, some kind of work of art, something to be admired, but the longer he stared, the more he was reminded by his own body that she was a woman now, and of her lures. He didn't even need to tell her to get on the bed. How natural it look when she laid down. Was it like this for first times lovers? He looked back at her, until she covered her face but nothing else. He got on the bed with her, she'd left him a place, after all, and stroked the inside of one leg so that she would open it. "However humiliated it takes." he answered.

    When she looked at him, he started undoing his own pants. By some delusion, it might look like he was simply joining her in nudity. He kept the sleeved on his arm when he was completely nude too. "When I'm ready." he answered. Calum looked longer without the lines of his body being broken up by the pants. They lead down skin as white as hers to no hair at all - he groomed for the dalliances he had in his own bedroom, with girls who looked as much as her as he could find - to a limb that had earned his popularity well. It was a bit of a monster, even if it wasn't yet standing. If she tried to leave, or fret, he'd put his hand down on her chest, to keep her exactly where she was. His fingers would then move over her sternum, and rise over one breast. "Scchhhh..." he encouraged, like she'd be spooked and kick if he moved too quickly.

    He rolled the orb of her tit in his hand, while the other was available to truly keep her down if she decided to fight him. A similar slap would affect her face, then, and if that wasn't enough, he'd grab her by the throat so his fondling fingers could let go of the breast and its pebble to stroke down her stomach, and linger there for a while, testing her flesh and skin deeply, and moving in circles, closer and closer to the meeting of her thighs. "Apart." he ordered softly, and was waiting for his baby sister to comply. He never knew what he'd do in this situation, but being here now, everything seemed so natural. If she persisted with holding her legs together, he'd flick the insides of those thighs to insist that she obey now that she was being so good, so that he could cup the pussy that had been very keen on her brother's attention before.
     
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    She tensed as the weight shifted on the bed, feeling him next to her. She flinched in response as she felt his hand stroking the inside of her leg. Reyna told herself that it was all about power. He needed to feel like he had control over her, over the situation. He needed to feel like he made her decisions. This wasn't about intimacy, this was about humiliating her until she never wanted to rebel against him again. She dropped her hands, looking up at him as he started to undo his own pants. Her teeth chattered, chin quivering as she wanted to ask what he was doing. Why did he need to be naked? Was that an effort to make her feel more comfortable? Her gaze fell to his cock briefly, forcibly dragging her eyes back to him.

    She flushed, praying to any god that listened to her that he hadn't noticed her lingering stare. Her lips had parted as she etched the image to memory. Never had she seen a naked man before, never so close. He looked so large, everywhere. His frame dwarfed her, his muscular build made it clear that she couldn't fight against him and his cock made her stomach twist into nervous knots. Rey was shaken by the thought of how it must feel to have something like that inside of you, stretching your most private parts. And he wasn't even erect. He shouldn't be. This was inappropriate. She sat up in bed, swallowing roughly, "What are yo-...w-why?" She stammered, tears springing to her eyes as his hand pushed her back against the bed. Her breathing became more rapid as his hand cupped her perky breast.

    Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he teased her flesh, feeling the foreign sensation of heat spreading through her body as her nipple hardened into a tight peak. "N-no...!" She murmured, squirming against his touch. She didn't like how she reacted to her brother. She didn't like how her sex throbbed from the mere overwhelming scent of his sweat, of his bare skin so close to hers. Rey didn't understand her bodies reaction and she didn't care for it. "P-Please...Calum-!" She started to protest before his fingers made contact with her face again, though she didn't stop her insistent whining, her hands moving to his in an attempt to pry him off of her until he gripped her throat, leaving her slack beneath his grip.

    A shuddering pant left her as his fingers traveled along her skin. Her skin quivered beneath his touch, leaving soft sharp intakes of breath leaving her. 'Apart.' Rey's hazel gaze flew to his light, cold eyes. Why? Why did she have to expose herself so explicitly for him? What was the purpose of this? With a breathless sigh and a rough swallow, she spread her legs for him, her soft smooth nether lips parting to expose the soft pink flesh of her virgin pussy which was only beginning to glisten for him. She couldn't look down, couldn't watch his hands on her body. Instead, she chose to lock her gaze to his. Her own gaze was confused, scared. Would he cup her sex as he had that morning? Would that be all?

    She had told him never again and yet she was letting him have his way with her body now. For what? So he would forgive her? So he wouldn't be angry with her?
     
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    He felt a kind of calm take him now. She was letting him have the reigns. A twitch in her when his fingertips graced the sensitivity on the hidden part of her thighs. Poor, reactive girl. He wanted her to have all the things her body craved, but he couldn't stand someone else leading her to adulthood. Perhaps, if he'd stepped back and looked at it with some distance in his mind, he would have understood her protests, but he loved her too much to see reason now. His head tilted with a softening expression when her teeth met nervously. I'm here. It was part of the brother who had always protected her. She looked confused, and he saw some of the pain that brought her. Why did it feel so good, to cause her all this? Maybe because he loved that he could affect her, and she still was the little sister that thought the world started and ended with him. Games when you're grown are simply just more-- severe.

    He shifted so she could see him fully when her eyes slid over him. Calum had enough reinforcement of his own beauty not to be shy. And even if he had harbored complexes, he'd still want her to see him as he was. Physical honesty between them, the way he saw her. The limb filled slightly when her attention fell to it, like it inhaled, just subtly rising. This was the kind of shape and size her brother had grown into. Her parting lips gave him indication that she wasn't immune to the secrets between men and women, despite the prude she was playing at being. Her body understood, at least. It didn't take much effort to lay her back down, and he could feel the tension that made her nipple harden upon touch. She was something delicate, laid out rigid, in front of him. What? Why? She was still trying to negotiate, but finding that it wouldn't help her. When they were little, she'd gotten to chose the games sometimes, but now he was dictating the activity. Only fair, no?

    She was bustling under him, and protested so deliciously. He liked teasing, and he thought her new little objections were well-founded and allowed. She was just making herself more lovely for him, and he didn't mind that. Certain refusal only serve to make you seem more inviting. With her delicate self laid out, barely fighting him, he couldn't let her be, even if he'd wanted to. She didn't understand that kind of thing yet, not with her mind, but her body was plenty eager for him. She thought to push him off with the effort of her hands, and it was cute, but she showed her colors when he closed his grip on her neck. Ah, there it was. Primal and honest and very obedient. It was in her marrow. Good to know, that she was sensitive there, and that it'd put her in line, if he ever needed to. "You're going to be good now, aren't you?" a kind tone, but the sinister of it all was underlined by the entire situation. Her skin knew, her muscles knew, her hormones told them.

    She must have found the explanation she wanted for the question in her eyes when he told her to move her legs away from each other. Could be the hold on her throat, but she still listened. Maybe she'd seen what he intended, in his own eyes? His cock filled further. He loved when Rey did as she was told. He gasped when he put his palm to marry it against the shapes of her sex. The belly of a finger pushed between the labia, and he swallowed when he found the flattering heat and slick there. "Ah, you're ready for something, Rey." he said into her ear, and squeezed her throat just a little tighter as a reward for something her body had done without her say-so. All the while his already threatening limb was rising, sluggishly standing. Oh, she affected him more than any of her supposed debutante friends. They'd have to imitate her to get him like this. The head of it tilted into to place ontop, his shaft boasting a destructive hardness eventually, all for her. He kissed her temple when he inserted a finger in her. This was his sister's private place, this was what he'd wanted. How dare she think she had the right to give it to someone else.

    It felt good that he got to have all her attention. She was basically quivering for it. He kissed her again, feather soft, on the bridge of her nose, but didn't relent the firmess of his hold on her. His finger moved carefully inside her heat, and smeared her natural honey around. "See? I am treating you like a grown woman now." he was careening off some edge, crossing lines, but he was intoxicated by her beauty. He'd say it was her fault, for being such a stunning creature when she was cornered. His anger was dissipating, and perhaps she would learn about the wiles of her body then, what effects it had on men. But some of the strength of his mood still stayed on his muscles, in the sinew ready to spring. "Look at it." he offered her, and laid so the cock could be put across her bare hip, its length formidable, and purpose obvious, since the tip of it wanted to point toward her cunt, which was already making the acquaintance of his finger.

    "That's you, you did that to me, Rey." he said softly into her ear, his fingers pulsing with a tightening grip but then went back to being just firm. He sighed as though he was in pain. "If you're all grown up, why don't you touch it, pet it?" he suggested and leaned his forehead to her temple to take a deeper breath, as though he really was suffering from the swell of it. "Nhh." Like the sound was a compliment whispered into her shell. "How does it make you feel to make your brother feel like this? Is this what you're looking for, out there in the world?"
     
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  4. SithPrincess

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    It was a question that wasn't a question at all. She didn't want to leave their home right now when her relationship with her brother was falling apart. She didn't want him to hate her. She was trapped beneath the gaze of the wolf that sought to devour her. She had witnessed first hand time and time again what happened when she disobeyed. What happened when she tried to resist his advances and reject his wishes. Her attempts at rebellion had been met with humiliation and shame. Shame for guilting and hurting the brother that had always been there for her. Her best friend. Her first friend in this world. Perhaps the only one she could call true. The softness in his expression that flickered beneath the cool depths of his gaze was enough to make her relax. She couldn't stand when he was angry with her. Rey was sure that she could handle anything but his rage for any longer than she had. She nodded briskly, eagerly but she could say nothing. She would be his good girl for as long as he was gentle with her. For as long as he stayed within lines that could not be crossed lest god himself would never forgive them.

    She couldn't pry her curious gaze away from his thickening appendage. It brought heat to her cheeks and to her sex, a throbbing that made her want to close her legs only to saw them together. It made her heart pound faster, her chest rising and falling faster now. A sharp gasp left her lips and joined the twin sound from her brother as his palm molded to her mound. She jerked involuntarily as his finger pushed between her slick lips, her honey coating the digit. She closed her eyes tight, lips were drawn in a frown as her expression scrunched. The pressure against her throat was dizzying, amplifying her sensitivity. As he murmured against her ear, a feminine sigh escaped her as her lower half quivered. Every instinct in her body told her to press herself against his touch, to seek out more from him. But she fought the impulse. It was overwhelming her quickly. Her eyes flew open as his finger slid inside of her, her walls tightening around the invasion on pure instinct. "Ahh, ahha!" A startled moan escaped her from the sensation of being penetrated, by her brothers finger no less. Her hand moved to his wrist, gripping it briefly as if she was going to try to push him away though it stilled. Subconsciously, she leaned against the kiss to her temple, seeking his comfort as she always had even though he was the offender.

    Her breath had become a strained, shuddering pant. Her hands now gripping the sheets with clammy palms as his finger moved inside of her. It intensified the heat growing within her core. Her sex was making a mess of his finger, Rey could hear how wet she had gotten from him. "What's wrong with me?" She whimpered as she looked at the cock he now laid against her hip. It was wrong for her to feel this way from her brothers touch. Then why was she arching against his hand, eager for his touch. Is this what she wanted from another man? To blush and come undone in their bed? Once upon a dream, Rey had imagined just that. Faceless men making her cry out as they moved on top of her. Always faceless, nameless men. Yes, she had imagined what this might be like. But with Calum? How far was this going to go before he decided that she had been punished enough?

    Upon hearing that she was responsible for his erection, she glanced away from his cock with an expression of mute horror painting her face. She couldn't react, couldn't move as he spoke. How did it make her feel? She thought she might be sick. "My body...feels so hot..." She pant, lips parted, jaw slack. "I don't like it, I don't-" She was trying ruthlessly to convince herself that she hated how he was making her feel. But Calum had always seen through her lies. "It doesn't feel wrong..." No, it felt like the closest thing to heaven Rey could imagine. But she knew it was closer to hell in reality. "But I know it's wrong...you're my brother..you're.." Family. Siblings were not supposed to know eachother in this way. Rey thought she could make it through this. If it was just touching. Touching she could handle. She could pass off as his severe need to control her and her body. But if it moved much further, Rey didn't know how she was going to react.

    She reached towards his cock slowly, gripping his shaft without warning. Rey didn't know what to do, only knowing what Emily had told her on occasion about her trysts with men. "I don't know what I"m doing..." She admitted, releasing him only to trail her hand along the length, her thumb gently brushing over the slit of the tip. The skin was velvety soft and smooth over hard marble, she glanced up at Calum, "You're so hot..." She murmured in surprise, in reference to his length. "You feel feverish..." How did that feel inside of a womans body? She returned her grip to his shaft and started to stroke him slowly from base to tip. Her stroking was rhythmic, slow and steady as her eyes flew back to Calum's face to gauge his reaction. "I'm not hurting you?" She whispered, giving an experimental squeeze before she continued, focusing her stroking towards the tip briefly. She wanted to hear him make a sound for her. She wanted to know that she wasn't the only vulnerable one here. That she had some sense of control. "It's so..." She licked her lips nervously, her cheeks couldn't possibly be more aflame. "...big...thick..." She marveled, a twinkle of curiosity in her gaze.

    Was that ok? Just to touch eachother. Just this once. He wasn't inside of her, not really. Just his fingers. That would be forgivable. Rey had to know. She had to know why this was happening. All morning, all night, she had tried to tell herself that it was something else. That he couldn't feel...like that...for her. But why was Calum aching in her grip when she hadn't touched him before? "How is this...because of me?" Time stood still as she waited anxiously. She needed to know where this was all leading. She needed to know what was going to happen next. His voice brushing against her ear had nearly sent her off the edge before. Since when had she viewed his voice as sensual?
     
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    Rey wasn't fighting very much now. Not when she found herself here with him, in the pivotal moment of their relationship. So he put his hand on her like he had before and she reacted as though he was burning hot, or cold, by almost retreating, but she got a hold of that impulse soon. She was open for him now, all those needless defenses crackling, tumbling. Calum nodded to himself, to encouraged her continued unfolding. She took his voice into her ear, and let it have its effects on her brain, the shivers take her. His finger belonged inside her, and perhaps her body knew that. She looked as though she'd come out of water, breathing greedily and eyes wide when he tested her depths with his digits. She was in distress, but she wasn't running. An attempt at removing him, but she quelled it before it could be realized. Instead she took his little peck, and let his hand be, so it could continue masturbating her lovely, salivating pussy, and make it the sopping thing it had been for him this morning. "You're so tight. That's normal." And so inexperienced. She was untouched, and he was honored to be her first. It could have been no other way. She belonged to him, and now she was giving up everything she'd held on to. He would never forget how she'd almost pulled him off, but thought better of it. How delicious that conflict was to see.

    She was trying to collect herself by squeezing the sheets, but she was already delivering all the sap he needed, that anyone needed, to know what her body wanted of him. He hummed with sympathy, still moving his finger inside her to try and soften up the vice like tightness he found in there. "Nothing's wrong. Your body needs help to bloom. You're becoming an adult, Rey." he whispered into her ear and gave her three soft squeezed on her throat again. She'd grown to like it, hadn't she? His little sister wanted him to take her breath away while playing knuckle deep in her inner. Hadn't she explored this herself? It wasn't good to deny yourself so much. "I can do this for you anytime you want to, anytime you're stressed or need to relax." And he wanted to. Wouldn't it be sweet to have her steal him away now and then so he could alleviate her quim for her? It was his duty as her caretaker.

    While he didn't like when she was scared usually, he relished in her fright when she looked at his standing organ. That kind of scare to a woman sits right in a man's ego. She was worried for her own part in its inflammation. It left her rigid. He continued to play with her so she would calm down. Hot, she said, and he gave agreeing sounds in her ear for her honesty. She tried to retract it, but soon admitted to it rightness. He laughed gingerly in her shell. "If it doesn't feel wrong, and nobody's hurt, then why shouldn't you have this?" he asked and let his thumb brush the hood that hid her clit. "We have all the riches in the world. I think it has taught you to indulge when indulging is allowed. You need it don't you, Rey?" He kissed her hair, her cheekbone. "It is only right that you become a woman in your body, when you've become one by law." he put his nose to her temple to breathe hotly into her hearing canal, flood it with sensation. "It is because I'm your brother I must do this for you. I'll take you in this journey. You're to submit to me, and I'll lead you."

    He was able to subdue his reflex to recoil when she almost leaped for his cock. The swollen thing was eager for her touch, and her delicate hands looked dwarfed against its girth and veins. She examined with her fingertips, and the precum in the slit painted her thumb when she played there. How innocent she still looked, handling something so crass, in her curiosity. "Of course you don't know what you're doing. But I am going to teach you." he promised, savoring the feel of her hands, and groaning once in a while, reciprocating often with his finger in her. His eyes met hers, she was absolutely stupefying staring up at him while holding on to his flesh. Hot. Yes. He shook his head when she continued asking. "No, it actually hurts if you don't continue." he promised her before his head fell back once. He brought it to look at her soon again. No skill, but her sense of exploration was delicious on his eager length. She continued to change her technique, and the adjustments themselves were erotic, that her mind tried to make sense of it all. "you made it like that." he said when she commented on its shape and size. He swallowed and put his teeth together, a little hiss coming out, like she was bandaging a scratch for him, or burning him, but without a real protest.

    "Its because my body also recognizes you as a woman, Rey." he explained to his naïve sister, and stroked her neck carefully, as though her throat was connected to how she may be treating his dick. He'd already goaded her into holding it for him, this was every dream he'd had for a very long time. "Don't you feel good knowing you can do this?" he asked. "Doesn't it give you pride that your brother loves you so much?" He softly tried to add another finger inside her. "Its just like your body is trying to take my fingers to play with." he reminded and parted the two digits inside her, to test her elasticity, to try and make it at all possible for his cock to fit at any point. Right now the odds were meager. "Let me show you what to do." he asked and fed her his tongue finally, keeping her head where it was on the pillow and turning into her before he raised himself above her, ontop as he continued the union of their same-blood lips, cock just above her sex, held in her hands like she meant to milk him.

    He lowered himself to let his cock touch the low of her stomach, and moaned softly into her mouth. He raised himself and repeated it, to pretend at penetration, to seduce her with the kind of motion that comes with lovemaking. Maybe he was too eager for it himself, too. His fingers hugged her neck harder in his excitement. He didn't meant to teach her to connect this kind of grip with sex, but he wanted to sully her too, to mix up her sensibilities and corrupt them so they'd be completely redesigned by him and his whims. He kissed her deeper, lewder than this morning, and he knocked on her stomach with his cock. "Your body is ripe for me, isn't it, Rey?" he asked as he looked at her again, thick strands of spit still hanging between their mouths. Oh, what had he done, turning his sister into such a beautiful, glittering harlot. His fingers curled in her, petting a particular spot. "Don't lie to me. You want something else for your birthday don't you?" He let more of his weight rest on his cock, pushing her belly down, marking out where her womb was, reminding it what it was for, and who it was for. "Aren't you done with being a little girl? Let me make you a woman, and I'll show you the rest, too."
     
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    Rey felt sick to her stomach. A mix of anxiety and dread. She didn't understand why her body was reacting this way to her brother. She didn't understand why he was treating her like a lover or why she wasn't doing more to stop it. They were committing a disgusting sin that was progressing past the point of being forgiven. She wouldn't be able to forget this. To forget the way her pussy hugged his finger, giving him her slick. To forget the sight of his hard cock that he claimed was because of her, meant for her. She could never look at Calum again and not picture him naked instead. He had poisoned his mind with fantasies that he was forcing to become reality. He was poisoning her now. And dread, because she knew she was powerless to stop him.

    She could scream. She could kick at him and thrash. But if she wanted to keep her relationship with him, she had to be the good little girl she had always been for him. She couldn't make a fuss. She couldn't protest too much or he might slip into the rage-filled tantrums he had succumbed to throughout the day. She couldn't take him raising his voice towards her again. Her sex was soaking for him already, the sound of her juices squelching as his fingers continued to play at her. It shouldn't have been her brother penetrating her. It shouldn't have been his voice in her ear telling her how tight her pussy was. Her cheeks were aflame as she trembled, trying to resist the rising euphoria she was feeling. "This isn't normal." She insisted quietly.

    She loved her brother. But did she love her brother? Her mind was in turmoil but her body wouldn't convey the panic settling in her bones. She relaxed around the intrusion if only because he kept talking to her. Comforting her. Soothing her into submission. Is this what becoming an adult felt like? Was this a rite of passage that Mother had neglected to inform her about? It felt like an experience that only she was unprepared for. Rey had refrained from touching her own pussy, having only massaged her breasts when they were tender before her cycle. It had made her feel sullied the few times she had experienced arousal. Hazel eyes lifted to his curiously as he spoke of repeating this act on her on behalf of her wishes. As if she could ever come to her brother with such a request! She covered her furiously blushing face in response with her free hand briefly.

    Could she ever do that? Come to her brother and ask him to stroke her slit until she quivered? "Don't be silly." A shuddering sigh left her as she tried to steady her voice. "I wouldn't want to pull you away from your fans." She quipped, her tone clipped with possession and jealousy that Rey was not familiar with herself in regards to the droves of women that Calum entertained. His laugh stirred her, spreading warmth through her chest. When was the last time she had heard his laughter? Her jaw slackened as his thumb brushed her clit, her nerves twisting as he kissed along her face. She was afraid to answer and yet she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to take her over the peak that was building. Hesitantly she nodded. She needed this. Because he had made her body burn up like an inferno. "My bodies so hot...I can't take it..." She pant, writhing as he stroked her clit.

    She could barely focus on stroking him, moaning softly, the first real audible sound that had left her lips all night. Teach her? Was this only the beginning of his lessons of what it meant to grow up? The noises that left her brother were intoxicating, making Rey's ache intensify. Her nipples were tender without even being touched, her clit throbbed beneath his touch. To see him so affected from touching her filled Rey with a sense of pride she wanted to ignore but embraced instead. Did the other girls make him groan like this? Did he whisper in their ears the sweet promises he'd whispered in hers? Was he so gentle with them? A gentleness Reyna had thought was reserved for their most private moments. As he hissed, she winced, misunderstanding the sound. "I'm sorry if I'm bad at it..." She danced around her words, fumbling.

    She was embarrassed to answer him and yet she found herself doing just that. "Part of me wants to make you feel...better than they make you feel." She admitted in a whisper like a secret she had often shared with him as children. Secrets he had held in his heart never to be shared. She groaned, her face scrunching up as he added a second finger, spreading them inside of her. Her pussy was accommodating, stretching around the digits. A shrill noise escaped her as he claimed her lips. The kiss was different from that morning, a kiss that awakened the woman inside of her and left her wanting to feel more. Taste more. Her own moan echoed his as she spread her legs further, allowing him to settle between them. She returned the kiss hungrily, groaning as he deepened the kiss, stilling her movements beneath him.

    She could feel how heavy his cock was for her, catching her off guard. It was all becoming too real. Nervous flutters went wild in her belly. "I..." Her body wanted him, but would she be ok with this in the morning? She cried out suddenly as his fingers curled inside of her, touching a sensitive bundle of nerves that practically made her gush for him. She arched against him, her back bowing off the bed as much as the space between them would allow as her hands moved to his chest. She trembled harder, her expression helpless as she searched his gaze. She wanted to be a woman. More than anything she wanted Calum to see her as a woman. But didn't he understand that her purity was the only value she had? It was her worth. Her bargaining chip for a proper marriage. It was supposed to be for someone special. The moment was supposed to be special.

    Her brother was special, she mused. But this was a moment born of possession. Of tension. Jealousy. Did he really want this, or did he just want to take it so no one else could? "This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" Evident by his thick cock resting against her belly. "You want to take this from me. You want to be my first." It was all dawning on Rey, filling her with repulsion and yet temptation. "Is this my real birthday present?" Not the pendant, but his body breaking hers in. "You want me to become a woman?" And not the little girl that followed him like a lost puppy into the woods. Her tone was snipped as she was clearly upset that Calum was able to do whatever he wished and yet he was still pining for more.

    "You're greedy, Calum." Her expression softened. "You take them all and then you want me too." How was it fair? He could live his life but she had to live as he saw fit. She gripped his cock, clumsily moving it against her clit, sliding it through her folds with a shudder as her juices left his cock glistening. She was scared, scared of the pain and scared of what this meant for them. Was this just this once? Would they ever talk about how wrong this was? What if someone came in and saw her brother rutting inside of her? She swallowed roughly, leaning up to gently take his lips with a tender kiss as her arms wound around his neck loosely, "Make love to me, brother." She whispered hotly against his lips. "Show me, hmm?" She almost taunted him.
     
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    But she didn't think it was normal. It was a kind of protest. She had made a point out of questioning things she didn't like. In the end, even if she was proven wrong many times over, it just mattered whether she wanted to do something or not. It had been like that when they jumped off the cliffs, and he'd taken her to the lake. She simply didn't want to, and was only trying to find a logical way out. It was adorable in a sense. She was afraid, but he wasn't convinced she was afraid of what he might do, or how she'd feel about it. Rey was taught to wrap herself around propriety, and hold on. She was every layer in their veneer, held up to the public so they wouldn't see the life the Lobelia son had. She cold only spout the things she'd learned, hid behind it so she wouldn't have to know herself. Discover herself, she claimed, but she could have an adventure inside her head, if she dared.

    His little whisperers were working. He inner started to adjust to him. It loved him, that womanly part of the girl who'd earned her last needed birthday before adulthood, today. His theories gave her pause, and in the silence between them her inner made itself known, cast its vote with its wet voice and willing lacquer. Poor sister, fighting him and fighting herself. How would this go, when the only one who didn't want to, was a very small part of Rey? She bit back a little, when he offered to be there when she wanted like this. Who'd even mentioned the other girls? Ah. this was some latent irritation then, or perhaps a full blown storm of emotions. It was hard to know with Rey. Her anger stung, she didn't know how to wield it, always risking to burn herself and whoever might be caught in it. The day she learned to use it well she would truly be a queen of this manor. Right now it only served to amuse him. So, his little sister had envy in her heart? He could work with that.

    But she was blossoming into more honesty for him. The more he played, the more she played back without knowing it. A woman's details to her reveals. Body hot, as per her confession. And the condition seemed to become worse when he attended to her hooded bud. Was it pitiful, that she had no way to protect herself? Those women she'd mentioned. Her friends who'd celebrated their firsts with him also, they'd been his training, too. In a way they'd betrayed her multiple times, when they'd engaged with him, but also that they'd taught him secrets about themselves, that was also her secrets. Things she'd not even learned yet. She did touch him back and her hands were gloriously new to the task. It was enough to have him engrossed. It was both emotional and erotic. He shivered when she apologized. "We'll practice more. We'll do this often." It sounded like he was comforting her, but really, it was a promise.

    He inhaled when she admitted to wanting to be better than the others. She desired to have a place with him. It meant she was invested in this, now, at least partially. There was a pearl on top of his cock for her after that. Her pussy said as much, and her lips didn't tense up to keep him out. Soon they wouldn't be at odds anymore, Rey and her body. He was reconciling that through her ear and through her young, new cunt. Their conversation, this unfair seduction, was perhaps the most delicious activity he'd ever taken part in. In its essence it was bullying her into something, but he delighted in it. He'd never known she could be such a well of satisfaction, and to think he'd been led to this point by an unmitigated rage. There was no lie left for her to tell when her kiss was so searching, so beastly. This was the girl he wanted to nurture!

    She was broken down further when he employed the curl of the two fingers. Every bit the woman as all the rest. She was letting go, she was giving in. He thought her hands on his chest were more for her own comfort than it was for him to leave. He rewarded her for this with more enthusiasm for his fingers. How passionately she laid bare his reasons for this. Perhaps she didn't quite understand the loveliness of a woman caught up in a confession to herself, but that only made her more stunning. More reprimand, more accusations, and then she steered the very flesh that wished to stab her, against her sopping place. To make way, his fingers slit out, one last flick on her clit, so his hands could be on either side of her. He'd even let her throat go for this purpose. And she wanted it, finally. Yes. This was her birthday present.

    Calum wasn't late to look at her with all the worship she was worth. He'd forgiven her for the envelope then. His weight was more than enough to start introducing his cock inside her, especially since she'd aimed it, already. His breath on her face. This was holy to him. All he'd ever wanted was to be special to her, in every conceivable way. And here it was, on her request. If he'd sullied her with the poison of his silver tongue, then he didn't regret it. Such a fine treat, and he'd readied it all to himself. There was such triumph in perfect submission, and if that wasn't the gift she'd intended to give, then that was what he was taking from this. He spread her impossibly with the rod that had turned others to women too. He wanted her to obsess about him, wanted her ruined, in some sense. She'd built something, their entire family had, and now he loved to tear it down. Their snow-serene little Rayna, loosing what she'd been taught to protect.

    He answered her light kisses, but had to put his lips firmer to hers. The surge of pleasure moved through him as he delved deeper into her was overwhelming. This was his baby sister. This was Rey, with something he was never supposed to have. He understood the taboo, even if he'd set himself against it. He advanced just a little faster than she could adjust. Pain in all awakening. Part of him wanted to teach her that, to make her a glutton for it. Just a pretty face, but slightly deranged underneath. He angled himself right so he could move deeply. She'd asked for it. She wanted the demise of her maidenhood. He was going to to shape her inner after him. She'd forever have this memento. "You're a woman now." he promised when the infernally thick and reaching limb kissed the ceiling of her tunnel. She'd never know this with another. He'd see to it. And then he drew back.

    This was what pedigree felt like. She was offering him all her sounds and expressions, all the struggle and all the prize. He loved her intently in that moment, and bulged her lower lips when he almost popped out of her, just before he laid harder against her, and pushed into her again. His mouth was open over her, and if she wanted his pleasure, she'd see it then. Calum was strong, and he took pride in doing this right for her. She'd learned his function as a man for her. not just a loving protector, but someone who could dominate and lead her to the things she wanted most. Because love can be infuriating and humbling. He would be that too. "Does it hurt being a woman, Rey?" he asked as he gathered her wrists, and crossed them above her head, against the pillow as he looked down, back bent far before he continued fucking her.

    He was moving faster. She was a priced thing. She should be able to take it. She should be able to give pleasure like the finest wife. He meant to control himself, but this had started out of some kind of anger, so his hips were still charged with some of that emotion - memories of that betrayal. And, to a man, it is better if it is a little furious. He moved faster in the recently untouched girl's virginity, and made a beautiful massacre of it. His light eyes rested in her blue ones. She'd yielded, but he wanted her to show it too. He wanted her expression to reflect that she'd given herself away, and was being wondrously pummeled by her assailant. Her beloved villain and brother. All her lessons were arriving too soon, but he meant for it to be quite the ordeal for her. The person she'd become depended on him now, and he'd make it difficult and enrapturing.
     
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    Reyna Lobelia had always been the doll on display. She was the child their parents chose to display. She was the child who was expected to uphold their values and only portray herself as the docile kitten they had raised her to be. Polite. Respectful. Pure. She had been coddled and sheltered her entire life. Even when filled to the brim with rage she had barely known how to attack Callum or resist the tension still growing between them. She had been raised for one thing. Image. A continuation of the Lobelia name. Born like a thoroughbred horse to be used as breeding stock. She never thought her first man would be her brother. The look in his eyes that made her shrink beneath his gaze even as she held his cock against her, practically nudging his fingers from her slit, brought her to a startling realization. Becoming a woman wasn't her present. This wasn't a present at all. She had become his gift. A gift to be unwrapped, to be used.

    'We'll practice more. We'll do this often.'

    Rey was filled with a strange sense of relief though also dread. The deepest parts of Rey were eager to feel more of this heat that filled her, racing and burning through her very veins. Like a dark hunger that wanted to stoke the flames that had clearly been smothered between them. Rey wanted to blame biology. She wanted to make excuses. That it was only his skillful womanizing touch that had brought her body to life like a blooming flower. She was wrong. This had been building. In every private moment that they had fought to have between them while Father watched like a hawk and sought to limit their time together much to Rey's dismay. Their parents had tried to keep them separated. Keeping Rey beneath a glass dome while she ripened. Their efforts had always been futile.

    Above all, Rey realized that she didn't want him to see the other women when he looked into her eyes. She wondered if he did. Would he see his sister beneath him? Would he try to imagine something else? Was this as emotional for him as it was to her? Or was this simply about controlling her in the most primal way? She knew Calum loved her. Loved her more than anyone else on the planet ever could. But did he love her?

    Rey had been reduced to a quivering mess from his fingers alone. Her cunt now sopping wet and yet greedy for more. Her thighs twitched at he briefly touched her clit again. Her arms instinctively wrapped beneath his planted ones, her hands grasping his forearms tightly as her chest rose and fell rapidly, quick shallow breaths leaving her. A gasp became a shrill cry as he started to invade her tight walls. She couldn't resist raising her back from the bed to gaze down between their bodies at the union that was only beginning. Light eyes widened as her lips parted, both sets. To watch her pink pussy being pierced by something so long, so thick, so taboo, twisted her stomach into knots. She couldn't watch. Falling back against the bed just as Calum firmly kissed her.

    Groans now muffled by his kiss never stopped as he pushed himself deeper. The stretching of her young inexperienced cunt brought tears to her eyes even as she screwed them shut. The burning intensity of being broken in making her tremble. Her pussy throbbed from the pain and she knew she would be swollen when he was through with her. She broke away from the kiss, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck and crying out as he started to move faster before her walls had adjusted to his size. Her arms moved to wrap around his back, leaving crescent marks in his skin as a brief sob left her. "Calum...it hurts...you're hurting me-" She whimpered as her nails bit his skin before her arms flopped at her sides, gripping the sheets for dear life.

    Arching against the bed as he moved deeper, the first inklings of pleasure bleeding through the insistent pain. "Ahh! Uhhnngh-" The elicited moan drawn from her was that of pleasure instead of pain as his cock stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of her deepest parts. Her eyes found his just as he sheathed himself inside of her completely. Tears ran down her temples, making strands of her hair damp as her chin quivered. Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head, "D-Don't move yet-" She spread her legs further, trying to relieve the ache settling in her pussy.

    Her maidens had been right. Often, Reyna had begged them to share the intimate details of their sex lives with her. Emily was the most telling. A soft-spoken, green eyed blonde who had grown up alongside Reyna, her own mother having served the Lobelia family for years. Her bloodline had been close to the Lobelia's for generations and Emily had become like a sister to Rey. She told Rey things most would be too embarrassed to share. What a mans cock looked like. What it felt like to lose your virginity. The positions that felt the best. All things that Rey had been curious about but too afraid to ask anyone else. Emily had told her the truth. It hurt. The intensity. But it was a delicious pain that left you a glutton for more.

    "Ahh! Ah! Ow-" She cried softly, squirming as she desperately tried to adjust. It was only his change of expression that had her relaxing beneath him, compliant. Her gaze searched his face, taking in the pleasured expression that filled her with warmth. It was her that was making her brother feel so good. Her body. Nervous flutters erupted in her belly as her pleasure climbed higher. She blushed deeply, averting her gaze. She couldn't look at such a lewd expression meant for her. It made her burn from the inside out. Only looking back at him as he detached her hands from the sheets and brought them above her head. "Yes." She simpered softly even as the pleasure mounted. Her hardened expression melted as he started to move faster, pumping his cock inside of her like a piston.

    Her nipples had become tender and tight peaks, her already pink pussy now tinged brighter from the friction. His cock glistened with her juices that only continued to gush. She was sure there would be blood that stained the sheets. She tested his grip briefly, pulling against his hand before clasping her hands together. "Please...god..p-please-" She cried, her expression melting into the very lewd expression Calum had held moments before. A reflection of her brother. What was she begging for? Even Reyna didn't know. Was she begging for him to push her over the peak that she was arriving at? Was she begging for gods forgiveness? Or was she begging for it to stop?

    With her head tilted back, guttural moans left her in a constant string as her entire body trembled. "C-Calum I-.." What was this feeling? This intense inferno swirling inside of her, the delicious aching of her clit reaching its limit. "I c-can't-" She couldn't stop it, no matter how much she thrashed beneath him as her jaw went slack. "Somethings happening...-!" She was almost scared of the feeling that her body was chasing. The heat that threatened to burn. She looked into his eyes desperately as she murmured his name as a question and then as a mantra. Again and again, his name spilled from her lips as she came around his cock. Her pussy milking him as it spasmed around him, her hips bucking almost wildly as she trembled violently. His name left her like a plea, loudly and unabashed. And yet she knew he wasn't finished yet.

    The hound of hell was making love to Heaven's purest.
     
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    His whispers into her was soothing her. Sweet little sister, always ready for the daintier things in life. That was his lure, and it calmed her enough for him to proceed with what he had to have. How surprised her sound was, piercing, when he started into her. Curious little new woman, looking down. It was as adorable as it was daunting to him. She was still herself, within all this debauchery. Her mouth opened in pace with her cunt, and it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, as though he was fucking her in both ends at once. He almost christened her right then, already. But Rey was worth much more than such half-efforts. He loved her deeply, and tonight he'd love her deeper. She took his kiss because he made her, even if he'd wanted to study her face as she was loosing the very thing their entire family had protected all her life.

    She fled from the kiss but not from him. His back was strong for her nails and his shoulder was eternal for her face. Slowly he pushed, so as to not make her clip his teeth if he should accidentally tackle her chin. It was something he enjoyed with the others. Their gashes had been punished, but that was because they always failed in their function to be Rey. This was her, and she had to have something else. How perfectly taut her tunnel was, and how welcoming and oppressive its submissive hug. How would she ever argue differently, when her body was tailored for his. He wanted to hurt her, and it was lovely to try and resist it. Saintly brother, then, heroic, stealing and hurting her. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew that he couldn't stop, either.

    Same flesh, they were, returned.

    She had to seek comfort for his cock by holding on to the sheets again, but she was no longer trying to escape. It laid her better on display for him to see as he was lancing her. Hurting her. But that was what she was going to learn to like. He'd have a sister who fully understood what it meant to be his, and she would be made to love it. Her cunt kept no secrets from him, so he was earnest with his rising pace and the plunging depths. Inflamed, pink heaven, all his. "But hurting isn't so bad, is it, Rey." he said, voice rather collected compared to hers, and considering their activity. He was beside himself with elation, but he could still keep a cool head for her sake. He was happy to be here when she became a woman. As though to answer him her noises became more agreeable soon.

    It was incredibly hard to resist when she was unraveling into such a picturesque thing. Maiden no longer, beautiful girl in the cage. And when she looked up at him again, he thought she'd transformed. She was someone who'd tasted something new, then, and couldn't help but be addicted. All human bodies are meant for this kind of union. She helped him, thighs apart, and that was the last confession he needed. All her other pleas would just be to sweeten herself, not because she really wanted reprieve from what he was doing. His vengeful cock, that had waited for her for so long, found substitutes in others, was happy to be let loose inside her treasured, small room, and wreak its havoc in there. It was tired of debutante pussy. It wanted the ruby pink slick that it had always been meant for.

    And she was with it now. All the pain she felt had a more practical purpose. She appreciated it, let it hurt her so she could feel that womanly counterpart to the hug she gave his dick. Their bodies were completely right, the littleness of her sex was just being made to fit, to learn its function. Hands up, she was so inviting, and it sealed her as his plaything for now, so he could be more reckless. But he didn't loose his composure, he was still coaxing her to be comfortable with her own submission, so he could have it for longer. Not that his hips didn't want to be more violent, but he'd not do it until it was time. This was already a lot for Rey. He was edged on when she said his name. Oh, she truly wanted herself lashed and tormented, for how sweet those insistent songs were. He would not disappoint her.

    His eyes widened when they recorded the signs of her upheaval. He squeezed her throat harder, let her arch however much she wanted, and fucked his baby sister furiously until she quaked around him, and her face was all too sordid and all too stunning as she lost control over the expression. It was honest and it was primal, an admission of love, at least from the pink parts of her that wanted him. He squeezed her windpipe as she was coming down from the excruciating high. He loved her, so he let her settle slightly in the blindness of her orgasm before he kissed her forehead and popped out of her, cock still not arrived, hard and proud as he swung free from her drenched folds. "Look at the mess you've made." he said sternly. But they were playing now. There was no real malice in his reprimand.

    He admired her for a while, ruined Rey, exhausted and bullied into loving it, on her bed, blushing and afflicted. He grabbed his cock as though to hold it back from her, his eyes dashing over her standing tits and her dilated cunt. The smears of blood were to his honor, and he'd never forget her like this, plucked finally. They had a new understanding. His own muscles were just beginning to do their work with her, and he was invigorated with the frustration of not having spent himself in her yet. "Are you tired?" he asked softly, but there was mockery in his throat. He had never been like this with her. He'd only ever meant his concern. "Well shape up, Lobelia daughter!" he encouraged as he flipped her by her hips, and raised her ass while her head was down. His hand buried into her brunette wealth, and held her cheek to the pillow.

    With her behind served up and arched toward him, that sister's pucker pointing to the ceiling, he could easily target her quim again, once more splitting it with the head of his member, followed by the lengthy flesh. No care this time. She was just to take it. It would be horrendously sore tomorrow, but she had to live with that, there was nothing he could do to stop it. He fucked her again, hammering into her inner. She should be warmed up enough that talent would carry her through. He wouldn't have some simpering beginner for a sibling. He'd turn her into pedigree game. He looked down to see that ass move for his thrust, that bottom always tucked away in dresses and skirts. It had his member rumble inside her, hungry. How fun to keep her head down like this, leaning his weight on it, while his other hand was on her lifted hip.

    "What's my name again, Reyna?" he asked, filled up with the confidence that comes with owning a woman like her. She had started this day thinking she'd get to leave, and now she was being bound tighter to him by his cock. How sordid. How inappropriate. How fateful. He knew where her sensitivity was, and attacked the weakness inside her from this new angle fervently. He had no mercy in his hips and wanted her to quiver again. It was agony to keep his seed from her, but he knew he had to endure. He was a trained enough cocksmith to withstand the lewdness of her beauty displayed, and the milky vice of her suckling pussy. "Look at you! You're slacking off." he said and let go with both hands so he could take her wrists and move her hands to the bed board, which would raise her head that her cheek could be pushed against the wooden frame instead. His hands were also on it, above her, and he continued to roughen her up with his burning member.

    Eventually one hand went to move around her side so it could squeeze one young tit possessively. He was free to whisper in her ear as he continued the destruction of her cunt. "You're to stay here, Rey." Voice dark as his resolve. It was more of a promise than an order. "And I'm going to visit you in the night, and you're going to learn to worship this."
     
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    Hurting wasn't so bad when he made her body fall apart in euphoric waves. A soothing comfort to nurse the burning ache of being stretched to fit his rod. The pressure against her throat only served to intensify the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her sounds were muffled, strangled even as he fucked her through her first orgasm. Rey was embarrassed for having acted so lewdly while he was buried inside of her. She had become a pleading, writhing mess below him. A mess that he soon pointed out as he pulled free from her. Her expression crumpled for a moment before she detected the almost playful undertone to her brothers voice. She smiled softly, breathlessly, "It's your fault, brother." Her tone was not accusatory. Calum had caused her will to dissolve right before her eyes. It was because of him that she had lost the one thing she had sworn she would protect. At this moment, Rey had no regrets.

    It felt right to have Calum moving inside of her. As if her cunt was made to accept his cock alone. It hugged every ridge, every groove so perfectly as if she had been made to be bred by him. Her body reacted as if it had yearned for his her entire life. It ached for him. It ached for more. No matter what protests and feelings swirled around Rey's mind. She knew that it wasn't right for her to enjoy such a thing. She knew that it wasn't natural for siblings to interact this way. But she believed giving herself to Calum was the only way to mend what had been broken. The trust and relationship that were so beloved to her. She couldn't lose him. She would do anything if it meant keeping Calum by her side. If she could always be his number one girl.

    Rey wondered if it was over now, glancing down at his cock and the remnants of her bloodshed that he had drawn from her. Rey was breathing harshly, her heart racing as he inquired if he was tired. She nodded shakily, quickly, desperate to reflect on what had happened already when he gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. With her ass in the air, her cunt throbbed as if knowing what was about to happen next. Even as his fingers wound in her tousled hair, she practically whimpered. "No, brother, I can't take anymore-" She squirmed as he held her cheek against the pillow. "I can't- you're too much, it's too much-!" She babbled almost incoherently as he speared her again, earning a sharp cry from her lips.

    He fucked her furiously this time. With the rage she had seen reflected in his gaze earlier. Rey couldn't restrain her cries that soon evolved into screams. Screams born from being overwhelmed by the pleasure. Screams from being filled again and again to the hilt. Screams from feeling his cock head battering her ripe cervix with each thrust. Her screams were interrupted by his thrusting, occasionally dying into soft whimpering as she took all he had to give. Her hands gripping the sheets into tight fistfuls. She didn't hesitate when he spoke. Trembling as she bellowed his name like a whore who couldn't get enough. She repeated his name with growing urgency as her pussy pulsated around his shaft. "Ohh..Calum..Calum..hhhnngh...ahhh!" Her legs quivered as her juices now decorated her thighs.

    "It's so embarrassing-" She whined, trying to tuck her blushing face against the pillow. All she could focus on was how wet she had become for him. The feeling of his hips against her ass as his heavy sack brushed against her again and again. The sounds of her soaking wet cunt taking his cock filling the room. She had started to push back against him, moving to meet his thrusts before she had even realized what was happening. Tears fell down her now splotched with pink cheeks as he gripped her wrists and moved them against the headboard. She felt caged by his much larger body, her own petite frame dwarfed by his size. Her cunt fluttered around his invasion as he gripped her pert breast, groaning as he whispered in her ear.

    To hear Calum talk so possessively in regards to her body and the sin they had committed tonight only made it all feel that much better. She moaned gutturally in response, shivering against him. Any fear that Rey felt at the prospect of this happening regularly had been washed away by the pleasure she was feeling. Her entire body felt as if it were fire with Rey chasing the feeling. "What if someone sees us?" She managed to croak. "We can't hide forever-" She whispered, leaning against him, pressing her face against his own. It would be a matter of time before someone heard her crying out his name like a prayer. It would be a matter of time before someone opened the door to find her brother buried deep inside of her young cunt with her loving it. Someone would get curious the longer Reyna went without being wed. Calum, as well.

    What was her big brother planning? Did he really think they could keep this fantasy from the prying eyes of the public? Her worries washed away as she started to reach her peak again. At this angle, Calum was hitting that delicious spot inside of her again and again. She arched, continuing to meet his thrusts and grinding against him to take him deeper. Her body was greedy even if her mind wanted this to be over. She couldn't think straight with him taking her. "Calum..." She simpered, "...don't stop...please...I'm so close...so close..." She whispered, turning to kiss his jaw, letting her lips linger against his skin as she pant raggedly. Rey didn't care in this moment that it was wrong. She wanted release. She wanted to find that release on his cock. "Please, please...I want it...I ache..." The tears spilled faster.

    Rey was filled with shame and yet she didn't retract her wishes. There would be plenty of time in the morning to reflect on the wrongs she had committed. Nothing could change what had happened. She would always have to look at Calum and know that he had taken her purity. She would always be sullied in the eyes of anyone that found out that she had sex before marriage and to her brother lest of all. She wasn't ready to face these facts. She only wanted to chase the pleasure high that he had given her a taste of.
     
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    It was important she be put in a state of mind that she understood him. He could well manipulate a body and its nerves, it was just biology, but if she remained of her opposing nature, if she thought she should rebel, then this was not a taming, just him exacting his power over her, and that wasn't what he wanted. Any fool could wield their own size against something slighter. So when she first cowered at the thought of being perfectly unmade under him, he was disappointed, but when she recovered from that with her perfect answer, he was elated, proud. He thought that he could trust her to become what he wanted. How beautiful. They'd trained her to take to any man that came to steal her away. Raised her to adhere to whoever treated her like his wife. She unfurled to that woman. She had no chance from the beginning. It was his bounty to pluck. She'd found her destiny in their entanglement. She'd come of age on his cock.

    The way she gripped him, her slick tunnel holding him desperately, finding all the possible places it could try to keep. Like it wanted him to still, so they would just be attached forever. He could always believe in her pussy, he'd realized. It would never lie to him. It was more loyal to him, his fingers, his member, than it was to her. He all but turned her inside out when he retreated, and almost inverted her when he lanced forward. She was being good, she was listening, it felt odd to put what might be perceived as a punishment on her little body. But she was more than clear in showing her aptitude for it. Really, the cruel thing would be to stop now, at the dawn of her new addiction. Not on her birthday. Today she got to enjoy all the delicious debauchery she was always meant to. And the convulsions of her pussy agreed.

    What a sight it was, sister exhausted from his fucking, bleeding under him, defeated and delighted. Just her distressed breathing was enough to make the bad parts of men ravenous. He wouldn't hold back that impulse now. She still had a debt to pay, for all the years she'd been gorgeous, and their fate had been kept from them by empty family morals, and the fear of other's eyes. She let herself be turned, and when she protested, it was for herself, for her waning strength, not for any propriety. He'd simply done too much, she thought. Poor little new woman. What did she hope to accomplish, begging with her ass angled so invitingly? She might as well have been shouting out for him to take her - it would have been equally irresistible. It did her no good. He still put his cock back into her, from this new angel. "I can't listen to you, Rey. I am teaching you a lesson about yourself."

    And while she announced with her shrill noise that he was inside her despite her protests, he showed no mercy. She wouldn't benefit from that. He was still raising her, after all, and more than that, he didn't want to appease her, at least not more than himself. How lovely it was when she started raising the volume in pace with the increased rhythm. His dear little gentle Rey, turned into some kind of banshee harlot. Where was all that polite meter now? She became primal. And she played the role well, holding on to the sheets. Oh, this was torture on her, wasn't it? But that's how he'd designed it. How could it have been gentle and guiding? She'd had the audacity to think she could fight him, to think she could wear her panties when he'd told her not to! And it had earned her this. Her adorable thighs quacking, drowned in her very telling layer of approving moist. No. She would not have a pause. She would have his shaft pummeling her insides, and she would damn well like it.

    Embarrassing, perhaps, but that didn't need to be a bad thing. Before today, tonight, she would have said being held down and fucked would have been a bad thing, but now she was discovering that she was made for it. He laughed low in his throat, when the pretty butt started to move back against him. It earned her a few stroked from the fingers already twisted in her hair. Good girl, reciprocating with her hips. They wanted him. She did. He afforded her a little pause because she was being compliant, eager, looking down as her taught hips showed him their readiness, his stoic hips receiving bounces from her body, her swollen cunt eating his cock and then pulling back. Reyna Lobelia could be practical too, if she was lead to the decision. But it was a short rest, a short lived autonomy for her, before she was up against the board. She didn't resist much now. With a cock in her, Rey knew to go along with him.

    And the words he poured into her ear to pool in her skull were her honey too. She couldn't put up anything against him anymore. In the fray, she was loosing willingly. He grabbed her breast harder for her questions, but it wasn't really a chastising. It was just to punctuate an answer, as though his cock expanding her pussy wasn't enough. She was still worried someone might see? "You don't worry about that, little sister?" he said as she was being fucked. "You just concern your pretty little head and your milky cunt about my cock." Vicious words, but she shouldn't have modesty to lean on. His hips pushed harder against her ass for the notion that the eyes of others would matter. "Besides, wouldn't you like that, if they saw you? Little good Rey, mewling and starved while she is taken by her darling brother. What will they think? How delightful will that shame be? They'll know you're a woman, and a hungry one at that."

    The very fact that she was bringing that up now suggested it could have a place in the more sordid chambers of her mind. She was revealing everything to him, offering to him all the secrets that he could use against her. She understood herself better soon, when she continued to invite him in with her backing up against him. Ah, she was being a quick study, and he was a very grateful tutor. Lewd princess, asking her visitor for more. He encouraged by indulging her. It was what he'd come here for, wasn't it? So he thrust harder into her. She would see the perfect rapture of being violated dearly while her body surrendered it's most blinding sensations to the attacker. He smacked the tit he'd been attending to and reached down to bite into her neck, to mark her, and to usher her orgasm in with his teeth as well. "Go ahead then. I allow you to cum."

    And when she did in her own lovely, unhinged way, he would enjoy it, take it for his, and fuck her all the way through it as well. He would squeeze her neck so she could barely utter her assurances that he'd brought her over. He would bully her in all manner of ways throughout the night, making her nerves sing for him and learning all the places she didn't know she liked to be touched. In the end, just as he'd planned all along, he christened her body with lines of his own seed, when she laid exhausted in the sheets permeated with their sweat and her juices. How wondrous she would look, Rey in her own bed, brought to the brink of what her body could take, marked and painted in his brother's cum, that she'd so painstakingly earned. He'd kiss his fatigued sister goodnight, and leave her there. For her modesty, he'd put the door up for her, and give a message to Emily and Amelia not to disturb her until late in the day.

    It wouldn't be until around noon that she had her next visitor, shown into the house. It was a very hopeful Lionel. He was dressed in day garb, with light pants and a blue shirt. The boy had every intention of continuing what kinship he'd felt the night before. She was a woman now! And he wanted to see what that could mean between them. He remembered the peck on his cheek and the hug like they were grands announcements. His heart was swelling with the flowers in the garden outside, and he was earning for more of her company. He'd not seen Calum yet, and was kind of relieved.

    It was a very cautious Emily that knocked on her door without noticing the distressed hinges, to see if her mistress wanted to see the boy. If so, he was in the sitting room with a box of chocolates, beaming if she'd come.
     
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    Rey had often dreamt of what her first time would have been. Being carried in a strong mans arms while donning her pristine white wedding dress. Being laid out onto a canopy bed in a dimly lit room to consummate her marriage. A fairytale lovemaking that ended with her entering womanhood. Never had her vision included her brother. His fingers sweeping through her hair as he held her face against her bed. Her sheets sullied with sweat, tears, blood and her own juices. The scent of him that had only ever elicited a sense of security now had her salivating as it surrounded her, filling her and left a lingering presence on her flushed skin. The sensitive sensation of her nipple hardening against his palm as he roughly gripped her young breast in his greedy touch. The way his sultry voice had her shivering, moaning in response to hearing such lewd words leaving his lips in regard to her. She had been reduced to a boneless puddle beneath him, a vessel to be used for his cock. Her jaw went slack as he thrust harder, her cries reaching a shrill scream as his teeth locked into her skin, her orgasm barreling down on her as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was exhausted now, her body twitching with the tremors that left her whimpering.

    The night was a blur. A repetition that seemed endless. Orgasm after orgasm. Her voice filling the room rivalled only by the sounds of flesh against flesh. The flesh he left decorated with the ropes of his seed. He left her breathing deeply, stirring only when he kissed her. Rey didn't cover herself. She lacked the strength to fight the sleep that overwhelmed her. The suns rays streamed through the large bay window of her room, basking her pale nude form with morning light. Still, she didn't stir.

    Emily had paced nervously all morning. The maidens were accustomed to waking Reyna at the first signs of morning. They ran her bath to a perfect temperature while informing her on any current events planned involving the public or any company that would be coming by that she should prepare to see. They helped her assemble each days outfit, deft fingers moving quickly to fasten her corsets and style her hair. They looked forward to bringing her breakfast and talking amongst themselves as friends, not just her hired help. Reyna Lobelia had been on a strict schedule her entire life. Routine. Routine. Routine. Never breaking the mould even when ill. Reyna Lobelia was never late. Reyna Lobelia never slept past sunrise. Emily wanted to check in on her, to see if she had simply had too much to drink the night before and wasn't feeling well. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

    Amelia, however, insisted that they shouldn't even be walking through Reyna's wing. They had been given direct orders not to disturb her. Rey was their princess but Calum was their employer. The man of the house. His orders would not be disobeyed. They would never risk their positions. The job that was their home. Amelia Abner was nearing her thirties with more experience under her belt than Emily. A maternal girl with olive toned skin and hair as dark as a raven. She was cold in the way she ran things. No room for error. No time for flaws. She cared deeply for Rey but was always looking out for her best interest. If Calum believed that she needed rest, then so be it. Calum always knew best. It was only when Lionel came to see Reyna that they were forced to alert her. She had company after all.

    Rey awoke with a start, quickly becoming aware that she was naked. She scrambled to a seated position in bed, pulling the blankets against her body as she almost fearfully looked to the door. "Reyna? Lionel's here to see you-" Emily offered cautiously, turning the knob to open the door, almost desperate to see that her lady was alright. "D-Don't open the door! I-I'm indecent." Rey swallowed nervously as she choked the excuse out before the weight of Emily's words even settled. Lionel. Lionel was here to see her and she hadn't even processed how she felt or what had happened the night before. Emily continued to turn the knob, "Don't be silly." As if it was out of the norm for Rey to ever be naked in front of her maidens. Rey bristled, snapping quickly, "No!" Her tone was almost a snarl out of sheer fear that Emily would see the evidence of what had taken place. The blood. The cum. The scent of sex still lingered in the air. Instantly, she moved to get out of bed, a sharp inhale of shocked pain leaving her lips as she stood on shaken legs.

    Emily lingered outside of the door, resting her hand against the worn frame and listening quietly. She was filled with shame for overstepping her boundaries. Rey wrapped her sheet around her body, holding it loosely around her frame as she staggered to the door. Never had her body felt so sore. Her sex throbbed painfully between her legs, springing tears to her light gaze as she twisted the knob and opened the door just a crack. Emily would be able to see the sheet and only half of Rey's face. "I'm sorry..." Her voice softened. "I'm so sorry I just..." She rested her head against the frame, suppressing a sob and closing her eyes tight. Emily's expression crumpled, "Miss Reyna..." She whispered, concern lacing her tone. "I had a very long night. My head is pounding..." She lied through her teeth, hoping Emily assumed she had a rough hangover, something that would be new to Rey. "I need to shower and dress." She needed to feel clean again. "Tell Lionel I'll be down as soon as I'm able. And I'm sorry for the wait." There was no way that she could see anyone in the state she was in now.

    Rey made a move to close the door as Emily moved to leave before she blurted, "Have you seen my brother today?" Was he at home? Was he going to try to speak with her so soon? She waited for Emily's response before dismissing her, closing the door and resting against it briefly. There was no time to cry. She needed to accept what had happened. She had to come to terms with it if she was going to function. She gathered her sheets, including the one previously wrapped around her and tossed them in the hamper. She could explain away the stains though surely they wouldn't ask. She moved to the wardrobe to choose an outfit for the day. Settling on a soft pleated black skirt that settled right above the knee with white stockings to go with them. A white blouse with short black boots completed the casual, studious look. Rey didn't want to wear a corset today, her body was far too sore. Instead choosing a simple white bra and lace panties to match. She rummaged in her wardrobe for a rag and towels, moving to the bathroom in an almost trance-like fashion.

    She wet the rag with ice cold water from the tap, cramming the fabric between her legs and against her swollen bare pink tinged lips. She knelt on the floor, again fighting the tears that left her hiccuping with a sob as she wrapped her arms around her knees, soon laying against the ground and curling in on herself. What had started out as something that felt forced, had ended in her begging for release from her sibling. She covered her ears as if she could hear him now. His low, rumbling laughter that was all knowing of her arousal. His confidence that he was going to ruin her for all future men and that she would forever belong to him. Trapped in this house by his side. He hadn't even seemed horrified at the idea of someone catching them in the act. Would he feel the same today? Would he understand the gravity of what he had done with her? Would he expect it to happen again? Or had alcohol really manipulated his mind? Rey wanted to tell herself it was the latter. But her heart knew better. Her body had craved what he could do to her. What he could make her feel.

    Rey gathered herself from the floor, standing to look at her reflection in the mirror. The bruising on her body where his hands had held her tightly. It had never been hard for Rey to bruise. Could she see the marks of his teeth against her throat? Her fingertips trailed along the column of her neck as her tears dried. Lips parting as her gaze travelled her own body. The body her brother had made a woman. She couldn't shake the image of her broken brother, allowing her to leave even though she felt as if he were silently begging her to stay. She had chosen Calum over her dreams. Calum over her travels. Calum over Lionel's offer. She wouldn't lose her brother. She couldn't. Her fingers moved to the pendant around her neck, holding it tightly. No matter how passionate the night before had been, Rey couldn't let it happen again. She couldn't let herself be swept up in his captivating gaze that made her feel so small in comparison. She couldn't let his scent affect her. She couldn't let him get close to her or touch her out of the view of the public eye.

    She didn't trust herself.

    She showered in a daze. Drying off with methodical, slow movements and dressing even more carefully as if she might fall apart and break like a true doll would from being handled so roughly the night before. Rey dressed quickly, her hair still damp and framing her face loosely leaving her clothing damp where they made contact. She wore no makeup today. Her expression haunted as she tried to steady the hammering heart in her chest as she made her way out of her room and down the stairs to the foyer where Lionel would be waiting. Her eyes lifted to the boy before her though her gaze was not filled with joy as it normally was. Her smile was not a bright one. She was filled with anxiety and apprehension. She hadn't confronted the events of losing her virginity to Calum. She hadn't wanted to think about what this meant for their relationship and her future. He was out of sight, she could focus her thoughts elsewhere. She stopped about a foot away from Lionel, nervously chuckling. "Good evening Lio..." She murmured. "I'm not even sure what time it is, I slept so late today." She admitted sheepishly, wrapping her arms around herself. Could he feel the change in her as she did?

    She had been so happy the night before upon receiving Lionel's gift. The gift that meant her freedom. Freedom to pursue a new life and build her own family. Freedom to do the normal things women her age were doing. Being courted and taken on dates to win her affection. Things she had wanted so badly. Normalcy. Last night had been anything but normal. He had stolen all of her firsts. Would he feel remorse for taking her most precious moments from her? "I'm not feeling well today." She admitted, bringing a hand to her head as her gaze fell to her feet. "You'll have to excuse my appearance." She frowned, referencing her dishevelled look. The dull ache between her thighs reminded her that what had happened was no dream. The realization that she would have to face that fact with Calum himself filled her with dread.
     
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    The house usually sucked up the spirit of its owners, shaping to its master's will. It could be kind and it could be a horror. It offered shadows for Calum to hide in when he tried to run from father, but it also never let him get away fully. Some of the designs had mouths and eyes, and they stared and gawked when the older man beat on the boy in his formative years. Lobelia blood and tears, hidden in its upholstery and soaked in the wooden details. It was made to be shelter, but it doubled as a prison, and both children knew that. How daunting mortar and supporting beams can be. And there would always be a part of the old man that stayed here. A gathering of ghosts, weighing down on the inhabitants. But something had shifted when father died. The house had accepted Calum as its new ruler, and taken to his youth. But its secrets were as sudden and dark. It had groomed the boy almost as much as the father, and had missed him when he was away at boarding school. It was now bound to him, an extension of him, and could agree that Reyna should stay with them. The house didn't want to let anyone go. It ate every soul it could. And Rey was so scrumptious.

    And just as it watched quietly when the maids undressed and gossiped among themselves, the younger Emily and the sophisticated Amelia, like some ill-willed guardian, it looked over the night's tryst and Rey's suffering through her own pleasure and confusion. It had let the door fall apart upon Calum's whim, but it provided privacy for them, after that. It watched over her dreams while she was in her deathly, exhausted sleep, and now it provided the tile to keep the steam in while she washed herself. It was an inappropriate, intrusive and strong house. It drowned them in an ancient atmosphere and swelled the desperation of the young, recent woman. Her emotions would forever stay in the walls, but there would be good echoes in there, too, wouldn't it? She'd had her fun while Calum had his, after all. There had been many maidens turned into more experienced ladies under this roof. Admittedly, the fate of these siblings was more sordid and taboo than most. The manor did not mind the entertainment, and chronicled it diligently in the cement and the glass of the windows. It loved Reyna too. It had been her protector alongside the rest of the family.

    It wanted to tell Calum all about how his sister was so sore after his teachings during the night, how the good friend and worker Emily had been rejected at the door, something that had never happened. How Rey's beautiful little cunt was an angrier shade of pink after his work with it. Oh, gorgeous little nymph, on her bathroom floor trying to nurse herself back to a woman of society after having been savaged so deeply under the moon and the roof, by a brother who loved her, but held some wrath for her betraying heart, as well. Any man likes to see such impact on the girl he loves. And she was. She'd become reshaped by him, and now had to endure all of those consequences. Would she tell Calum herself one day, when she realized the power of such a thing? I almost couldn't get out of bed once you fucked me, brother dear. Maybe if she felt so affectionate, ever again, and understood the wiles enough to do so. But it couldn't, not in so many words. But there was a congratulatory air surrounding Calum and his own morning, as he decided another training session would be in order. He was not fatigued. He was invigorated. Perhaps her purity had fed him, somehow.

    He liked the way the gym smelled, and was eager to try out his new form. He chose the saber as always, and the leather sleeve from yesterday fit him well. He would forever associate its scent with Rey's first times now, and that made him an impossibly astute fencer. The dummy hadn't a chance. But, as it is with sports that have carnage in their veins, he became violent soon. Playing with blades devolve to that eventually, always. But the anger didn't seem so bitter anymore, even if the stuffed mockery of a person would disagree as he assaulted it. The saber was not the only discipline he was taught in. You can't always get a good sword when you're cornered in you dorm room by sturdier boys than yourself. They'd learned as the dummy learned now that Calum Lobelia could make a weapon out of anything, including himself. The broad guard for his hand hammered into the featureless face of the dummy, and it gave dull claps, which was very satisfying to the rambunctious young man. A quick hook and a turn flipped the doll over, and it would find itself defeated as always, with the tip of the saber against where the head was sewn into the torso.

    Leo was of course quick to stand the moment Rey entered, the chair making a big sound for his sudden movement. He'd been staring at the gold designs of the cardboard box with the chocolate treats, and changing altitude now almost had him dizzy. He was about to say something lighthearted but his mouth only opened for that intent, and stayed gaping when he saw her. She was beautiful as always, but he could see her distress. There was something new with her, and he thought her gait was a bit stiffer. She seemed... more compelling than usual. Like she'd earned a layer of experience, like some of her doll-like qualities had subsided for something more-- earthy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it seemed her aura had filled up, like she was made of more of herself now. It drew him in, even if it made him concerned at the same time. This kind of paradox was new to him, and he couldn't begin to know what to do with it. He knew he desired her more, and though that was impeccably inappropriate of him, since it was connected to her obvious distress. He still listened to what she said.

    She usually had each and every one of her properties, rowed up and ready to serve her, and to learn now that she did not know the time was alarming. It was closer to lunch than morning, but by no means was she right in greeting him for the evening. He didn't correct her. He wouldn't have even if he'd not been worried. "Oh well, I think its good to go all out sometimes. You did turn eighteen. That's to be celebrated." he encouraged. He thought he should maybe leave her alone, but he had really wanted to see her. Now with her head hurting, he was faltering in his resolve to stay, but still extended the box between them. Rey was famous for loving chocolates, and they'd had these on one of their rare trips together in the city. She'd said she liked them, and he'd have the cafe make a batch just for her. "And you look very good, as always." he assured her. In fact, she looked better with this new air of... sensuality about her. He felt bad for being so drawn to her when she was in pain, but there was just something about how the night had clung to her, whatever trials it had come with, that was completely engrossing.

    "I understand if you want me to leave you alone. But I wanted you to have this. And I..." he looked down as well, trembling subtly. He wasn't some Casanova like her brother. He couldn't really boast much success with girls, mostly because he was so focused on her. But now that she was of courting age, he didn't want to miss out to some princely, handsome, tall guy who wanted the Lobelia money and pretty Rey on his arm as a prize. "I was hoping that maybe you'd want to come with me to the city again. I would love to have your company, if I may." A valiant attempt from someone who was so careful with his displays of affection. "I mean, I am sure you're bothered by it right now, but you can think on it." he laughed nervously and then shook his head at himself. "In fact, don't think about it at all until you feel better. Is there something I can do? I'm sure you don't need a doctor, but I have a few remedies we could try." If she let him, he'd show her to the chair he'd been sitting. Rey would stand all day even if she had a cold. He'd seen her dedication to poise and protocol, and wouldn't have any of it on his account, if it cost her her comfort. He would insist she sit down. "If I had known I wouldn't have come here to trouble you."

    Calum had been newly showered, walking down the corridor. Amelia had been so kind as to tell him what was happening, and he didn't mind seeing Lio also. He'd been so chipped he was almost whistling when he turned the corner and was about to pivot in through the door of the sitting room when he heard Lionel's request. It was thinly veiled, so even Rey should know it was a bid for her consideration. The brother stopped swiftly, soundlessly, before the door frame, so he could stay hidden while he listened to what was transpiring. He did love Lio to some extent, the pure little pup, but couldn't entirely forgive him for this. While the little blond was no threat in most areas, he feared Rey might be addled enough to confuse his cuteness with love. It put Calum in a bit of a bind. So he did the only thing his divided allegiances allowed him to do, which was eavesdrop. Lio needed sheltering perhaps even more than Rey, and that had left him a little spoiled, since everyone treated him like their little brother. Even now the boy was so far from a threat Calum almost felt for him. He bit his tongue and saw if the boy and his sister would incriminate themselves further.
     
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    Rey couldn't remember the last time that she had left her room feeling completely unmade. And never had she let anyone but family see her with her hair wet, strands plastered to her pale skin. She hadn't the time or the energy to prepare herself properly for company. Her heart was focused on anything but her appearance and what someone might think of her. She smiled sheepishly as he tried to make excuses for her poor representation but she quickly corrected him. "It was foolish of me. Irresponsible even. I shouldn't have been drinking until I turn twenty-one after all." She decided to roll with her story of having a harsh hangover. Nothing else could explain the way she winced when she moved. It wasn't like she could tell him where she was really hurting. Her expression once anxious, melted when she saw the box of chocolates in his hands. Her eyes lifted to his from the box, a flush rising to her cheeks from his compliment. "Oh Lio, you didn't have to go through the trouble..." She murmured, her tone affectionate.

    The box was familiar. From a tiny shop tucked in the furthest reaches of the city. A privately owned, privately operated business. Gondolier's Chocolates. Homemade. Absolutely delicious. Anyone who knew Rey understood that sweets were the key to her heart. "I appreciate you thinking of me-" Her sentiment was cut short as he offered to take her into the city again. The attempt at asking her, the nervous lilt to his voice further softened Rey's rigid posture. Lionel had always been so kind to her no matter how little time she could spare to see him, he seemed to treasure the moments just as she always had. She found herself smiling, looking down at the box in her hands. Yesterday Rey had wanted nothing more than to venture back into the city to see what it could offer her. Yesterday Rey wanted Lionel's help to make her escape. Today's Rey was unsure. Unsure of how to answer him. Unsure of how to react appropriately. "Oh it's not a bother..." She insisted quietly although she had neglected to truly provide an answer to his proposition.

    Lionel was everything her brother wasn't. He was bashful. Adorable in an innocent, cute manner. He was never selfish with her time or her attention. He seemed to only want to make her happy. Treat her nicely. He always had. Not that her brother had been cruel to her. Until yesterday. Her birthday of all days had awoken something dark within Calum. Rey still didn't understand what had brought forth his rage or how to contain it. Her brother was bold. Confident. Hard edges with predatory eyes that made her shrink when his gaze caught her own. He was her protector and yet her captor. Her entire heart and yet he was greedy for more. Always wanting more. He hadn't been satisfied to have Rey as his sister. He wanted her as his lover. Was it just for that one night? Had he purged what had been weighing heavily on his soul?

    Rey allowed herself to be led to the chair, moving on autopilot as she sat down only because he insisted. "You're never any trouble Lionel, really." She scoffed at the idea that Lionel would ever be an intrusion. "I just hadn't prepared for company, it's really my fault." She hadn't realized she had slept so late. Even now, Rey was unaware of just how close to nightfall it already was. Her fingers stroked the edges of the box absentmindedly. She had wanted to tell Lionel everything. She had been prepared to share with him just how trapped she had felt. Her joy at receiving her possible acceptance letter. Her plans to leave for education. She wanted to share her dreams for her life with him. Everything that Calum refused to accept. And yet now, she was filled with fear. As if voicing her desires was treasonous to Calum. As if just reaffirming that she still wanted these things would further betray him. She swallowed roughly, her heart pounding in her chest.

    "I've been feeling under the weather honestly." Depression. Anxiety. She felt like there was a ticking clock that would determine her future. If she didn't leave soon, she never would. And yet she had given herself to Calum. She had promised she wouldn't leave him even if the words were not spoken out loud. She couldn't take back what she had done. She couldn't undo how their relationship had changed. Rey was plagued with questions she couldn't ask aloud. How did Calum feel today? Had he reflected on what he had taken? Would he go back to his playboy ways with the women that came in and out of their home? Was his love for Rey something deeper, or was it simply lust? She frowned, "I would love nothing more than to go back to the city." She decided quickly, trying not to dwell on why that was a bad idea. Or how Calum would feel about it. Her eyes never left the box.

    "Fresh air would do a lot for me. Just getting out of this house for a day. Just to sightsee. Maybe go back to Gondolier's and try something new." She offered gently. Could Calum really be upset with her wanting to shop? It wasn't a permanent leave. Just a visit with a man she had often regarded as her little brother. Though now she was beginning to see that he was not the little boy she had grown up with, but a man. A man that looked at her like her brother had looked at her. Rey stirred in her chair almost uncomfortably at the realization. "I don't have the energy today. I think I should retire to my room soon. But one day soon, that would be so lovely." Her tone was genuine, looking up at Lionel and offering a warm smile. It was nice to talk to someone who didn't want anything from her. Who didn't want anything but to make her feel valued. She reached out to gently grasp Lionel's arm, giving it a slight squeeze of acknowledgement. "Thank you for coming by to see me today." Withdrawing her hand so she didn't linger.

    His visit had been refreshing but it was Calum's visit that was on her mind. He would see her tonight. He promised he would. What would he say? How could she look him in the eyes after what they had shared? She stood from the chair, wrapping her arms around Lionel in a soft but brief embrace to bid him farewell. "I'll see you soon." she offered more so out of being polite versus an actual plan. Rey had a lot to sort out before she could worry about when she would see Lionel. She waited for his departure before calling out to Emily, "Emily!" She called, waiting for her dearest friend to enter the foyer. "I hate to ask this of you but I'm absolutely famished. Would you mind bringing something up to my room? Something, anything." She waved her hand dismissively. Rey hadn't gotten to enjoy Calum's birthday gift and her stomach had been riddled with anxiety throughout the day. She lingered awkwardly before slowly heading back towards the stairs. Rey had to walk slowly, each step making her aware of that dull throb between her thighs.
     
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    Lionel was in awe when she said her first apology. To him, her venture into alcohol and her abandon at trying it wasn't a flaw in her character, or a bad decision. She'd been brave and beautiful. Indulging because she could. Thirsty for life. Rey was level-headed, sure, and famous for her poise, but he knew of her lust for adventure, they talked about her longing to start her life. Honestly, he hadn't know she was so affected by the champagne - he wasn't aware that she was lying - but now that she told him, he thought it was very attractive that she'd let loose at first opportunity. At least the treats seemed to make her feel better. Presentation was part of it, especially when it came to chocolates, and he'd taken care to pick the best box, with a pretty color and little window to what was inside. They used real glass since their son was a glasscutter. Needless to say, this box had not come cheap. Rey was worth all the artisinal flare he could add to his presents. "You are never trouble." he assured her. He would have traveled much further to get much less. His smile promised this. She was the one in pain, and she was still asking him for forgiveness. What a saint.

    She hadn't said no to his offer, and he was sure she understood the different ring to it than when he'd managed to bring her along other times. It gave him hope. But she seemed distracted today, even if the woman he loved seemed to want to lift the mood off her, it weighed heavier on her than she could manage to shake. He shook his head when she tried to underline her own responsibility in how she was feeling. He could not resist touching her shoulder. He was more drawn to the contact to give her comfort, but noticed that he felt good about it too. That made him feel a little guilty. "You'll feel better soon." And he was sure of it. Rey was usually of very good health. She had the best of doctors at her disposal, but more than that, she'd never been so ailed that she had to stay home from a function. He remembered once during a Christmas celebration when she'd had a bit of a cold. It gave her red cheeks, but it had not slowed her down. She took him out of that memory when she agreed, at least tentatively, to go to the city with him. He had to swallow his elated gasp.

    "They're said to have a new menu soon." he encouraged. Gondolier's. They enjoyed a number of treasured patrons, and while they kept Reyna Lobelia in fond regards, she'd not been there often enough to get the status. He was hoping another visit would change that. Wouldn't that be good, if they had their own little place where people knew them, coming in? He was so excited about it he waved his hand dismissively when she said it couldn't be today. Any plans to take her with him had gone when he saw she wasn't feeling well. Lio wasn't one to bother to begin with, and even more so when it came to Rey. He followed her toward the door to the room. "Of course, I'll see you any day. Please call me if you need anything." In the end, he was sounding more like a normal business acquaintance than a friend, which was him falling back on manners now that their interaction was concluding - while he'd taken courage to come here and thought he'd done well, he wasn't some playboy who could be suave at all junctions of a visit. He sighed with delight and hugged her back when the opportunity was given. She'd touched him so much already.

    Calum had been listening obsessively, standing there, hidden by the corner. How adorable. Little Lio and his box of chocolates, hoping to buy his sister out of this house. Was that all Rey was worth? Cocoa beans, butter and sugar? He did have attachment to the boy, but now he wanted to pummel him. Calum let them have their moment and waited for them to be close enough. She was sending the suitor on his way and that's when Calum came barreling in. Lio had been turned toward Rey to wave at her, and was about to twist to leave when Calum collided into him. Lio was slighter built than his usual protector, and coughed loudly before falling to the floor and rolling once. Calum stood over him, still full of energy from his training, chin lifted. "Oh, Lionel. Didn't see you there, my apologies." he offered. Lio held his shoulder and squeezed it as though it might be hurt, but Calum only laughed at it and pulled him up standing. Lio gasped to get his breath back but still foolishly trusted Calum for support. The stronger male started brushing Lio off, as though there'd be any grain of dust on their floor. Lio looked over at Rey, a bit embarrassed. While he wasn't the warring kind of buck, he still wanted to seem strong in front of her.

    "I couldn't help but hear what you two were talking about." he said and saw a worried look in both of them. His pretty eyes narrowed slightly. It was one thing to be naïve about a situation and bumble right into it, but it seemed Lionel and his big innocent eyes could at least sense that what he'd done displeased what was essentially his older brother. Calum tapped Lio's smaller shoulder and smiled. Lio winced at the fresh pain. "Good for you, boy." he said, but the warmth didn't reach the Violent You. He grabbed Lio by the arms and presented the man to his sister, if she'd not gone too far to see them yet.

    "Calum, please." Lio tried, blushing already. Calum had always pried himself on not harming Lio, he'd swayed large boys from bullying him when he could, but it would seem he was the aggressor now. This was his mansion, his family. His sister. There was nowhere Calum was more powerful than here. He looked at Rey as he let go of the other male, set up for her to scrutinize. "So, Rey, you're interested in my friend here?" At this Lio almost crumbled, unused to this attention. He was smiling slightly though, mostly unaware of Calum's venom, dripping off his words. Rey would know. If she was still close, he'd take her arm and usher her closer to Lionel. "Eating chocolates and taking train tickets, why, yours is becoming a both sweet and torrid relationship." he noted.

    His hand was on the low of her back, intimately pushing her toward the waiting family friend. Calum was annoyed, but he truly loved both these people. Maybe that was why he didn't accuse Lio outright. The boy didn't have a malicious bone in his body. "But you see, Lio mio" a nickname Calum would use when he was drunk and affectionate with the boy. "Rey has many duties at home now when she's all grown up." He leaned closer to whisper oppressively in her ear, so Lio couldn't listen. "You thought he'd take you away? You think he can make you blush on the inside of your thighs?"

    "Ah, Calum, please!" Lionel insisted, hands out and waving. "You're embarrassing me. I... I just wanted to spend some time with Reyna. Ah... Let her go to bed, she'd not feeling well today."

    Calum grinned and stepped back from her to eye her up and down. "Oh? Not well? Now that you say it, she seems to be walking funny. What's wrong, sister? What has you almost limping?" he pushed. "Why don't you tell us and I'll clear your schedule some day for you to hang out with Lionel." he offered, his eyes alit with malice and scorn. "Or, perhaps, you'd like to saber duel for it, Rey?" It was against tradition for the woman to fence for the man, but they all knew Reyna was more prolific with a sword than Lio could ever hope to be.
     
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    'You are never trouble'

    No, she never was trouble to Lionel, was she? Rey couldn't remember a time that Lionel had been even the least bit frustrated with her. It had always been all about Rey. Her comfort. Her wishes. Her dreams. Her goals in life. He has listened to every one of them without judgment. Only giving her his support and a way out of each problem she faced. Calum hadn't even attempted to understand her desire to leave home before deciding that she had betrayed him. Yes, Lio was everything Calum wasn't. And yet she couldn't shake her brother. Couldn't get him from beneath her skin. Not after last night. It had changed everything. She had assured Calum that she would let him know when a day was appropriate and he needn't worry until then. She wouldn't forget him and their plan to have a day in the city. It wasn't lost on her that Lionel looked at her differently today than he had ever before. She refused to believe that it was anything lewd. Believing his deep gazes to be a concern for her underage drinking that had left her in such a state as far as he knew.

    Rey had barely passed Calum herself when Lionel bumped into him. More like, crashed into him. She gasped allowed, staggering back and rushing to set the chocolates on the table in the foyer she had only just left. She was rushing to help Lionel up with Calum stepped up to the task. She recognized the expression he wore. An expression of rage. An expression just like he had last night. She stiffened, each step rigid as she approached them both. She gave a sheepish smile to Lionel, a smile that asked for his forgiveness for her brute of a brother. She hadn't seen Calum become so rough with Lionel before. Seeing the male act so territorial over an act so small made her nervous. Rey had thought that giving herself to him would make him feel secure in her feelings towards him. She had wanted him to understand that she wouldn't just abandon him. But it was clear that he was still distrustful.

    She couldn't suppress the eye roll as Calum began, resisting the urge to challenge him. He just couldn't help but overhear them? There was no way that he just happened to walk into the part of the conversation where Rey had agreed to go out to the city with Lionel. Her heart broke upon seeing the innocence in Lionel's gaze, her expression softening at his attempts to defend her to her brother. She was taken aback by Calum's brass assumptions. Her gaze bore into his own. "Don't turn this into something it's not, Calum." Her tone was a warning. He knew better than to think that Rey was trying to sneak off to mess around with Lionel. She truly only wanted to explore the town with him. It had been quite a while since Rey had been to the city. She missed getting out of the house and getting fresh air with a new atmosphere. Walking amongst people like she was normal and not some kind of revered goddess.

    She staggered as he grabbed her arm, resisting his grip even as he pushed her towards Lio. "Stop it." She bit out, her jaw set in a hard line. Swallowing roughly as he mentioned the train tickets. That was personal. That was something meant for her and her alone and now Lionel knew that her escape plan was busted. She turned to Lionel, whispering beneath her breath, "I tried to hide it, I swear it." But she was quickly learning that she couldn't hide anything from Calum if he wanted to know about it. "Am I not allowed out of this house? I feel cooped up. I want to go into the city like we used to..." Once upon a time, Calum would lead the trip as he took Reyna himself to the city, taking her to shop after shop. Allowing her to buy any pretty dress she could find that made her feel like a living doll. He pampered her and she ate up his affections, greedy for more of his praise. Those visits had become slim the older she became as Father laid more responsibility on his shoulders.

    "He's my friend too. I'm allowed to have a friend." Rey defended herself quickly. Ducking her head as he spoke of her new responsibilities, knowing what they would become. Duties fit for a wife. Warming his bed with her body. Pleasing him in every way. She knew what he expected. But she still didn't believe his motives or feelings behind it. He had driven himself mad over what...jealousy? Heat filled her cheeks quickly as Calum leaned close to her, his words causing the muscles in her stomach to contract from anxiety. Her nerves plummeting. Her lips parted as she turned toward Calum, her expression shocked. "Don't be ridiculous!" She seethed, clearly offended. Though at the mention of the inside of her thighs, all she could think about was the heat of his touch making her cry out for him. The expression he wore on his face that she had given him. Pleasure. She had given pleasure to her brother and she had loved it.

    His next words stopped her in her tracks. Her jaw went slack as he pointed out her limp, her gait. She was sure that if even more blood rose to her face, she would surely faint. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to shove him. Anything that would show him just how upset she was. How dare he talk to her like this in front of company! Did he want Lionel to know what had happened between them? Was he proud of it? Swallowing roughly, she fumbled with her words. Each word was articulate. Punctual. Stern. "I was knocked down twice yesterday. I don't know if it was their fault or the length of my dress and my clumsy nature." She spoke slowly, formulating the response as she went. Though her tone was accusatory. He was the one that had knocked her down, twice.

    Her hands moved to her hips, rubbing them both innocently and yet suggestively, her hands roaming along her sides up and down her hips and lower torso. "I'm sore all over." Groaning softly. Her eyes lifted to her brothers, "I think I landed wrong." Her tone dry. She had meant to torture him. If he wanted her body so badly, how would he feel watching her make a naughty display of herself in front of both of them. Calum had no right to take her as he had. Lionel had no moral dilemma to face if he wanted to pursue her. Though his next words shut down her little act. She took a step closer to him now, her face nearing his though the tension between them was thick. "I'll saber duel you anytime brother. Though is it really a fair fight when it hurts for me to move?" She tilted her head curiously. Rey was so engrossed in Calum's cockiness that she wasn't paying attention to Lionel's presence. It was that scent again. The scent of his sweat filling her nostrils. The scent that made her heart race as she remembered in vivid detail how he had felt inside of her.

    After a pregnant pause, Rey cleared her throat, taking a step away from her sibling. She knew she had crossed many lines already. From the public display of seduction to her confronting him with a challenge. Her heart raced as she wondered how he would react to her in private. She wanted to leave, wanted to run to the safety of her room. Her room without a proper door. Would he really come for her tonight? Now that Emily and Amelia were about? Or would he make he cry for him again making the whole house hear this time? "Lionel, I apologize for my ugly display." She murmured gently, still not looking over at him for longer than the few moments it took to apologize. She didn't move far from Calum.
     
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    She knew he was lying when he presented as though his mining of their secrets had been accidental. It was not something he'd guarded fervently, she could have that. In fact, he'd meant for her to have it. Lionel seemed just as happy in his trademark ignorance, which made him easier to dealt with, but harder to torture. Perhaps he knew he was being unreasonable, but she also knew he wouldn't stand for blatant parading of her beauty to other men, especially when their intent was to court her, no matter how innocently. Such a rebellious expression on her now, when he pulled at her. Her meager strength did nothing, and he produced her at her would-be lover's side anyway. Calum might have said they fit, superficially, before - the demur Lio and his soft hearted sister. But she was changed now. Her pretty details were coy, not elegant, and what little skin she showed was lewd, not quaint.

    Lionel was bewildered by all this, of course, and noticed something furious in Calum. Despite himself, and like always when faced with something so physical, he floundered, not unlike a lady like Reyna herself might. His delicate morals and his low tolerance for conflict had his knees somewhat weak. It was a wonder he managed to stay quiet through most of this. No body would be surprised that Rey was left with her own voice to defend herself, while Lio was mute by all these theatrics. "Not at all..." he assured her when the private thing between them, the railway card, had obviously been seen by her brother. It was nothing compared to what was transpiring here. Lio stood there, staring and gawking and rubbing his shoulder as Rey built up her own defense.

    Calum was affected when she mentioned their own journeys to the city. Ah, it wasn't so bad, back then. He'd not been opposed to her freedom when it couldn't lead to other places. In a way he'd been grateful for their oppressive dad for that. He could always trust the senior Lobelia to keep Rey on the grounds. Perhaps there was an understanding between the patriarch and the prince. She must not be harmed, but she must also never be allowed to run. They'd done a lot of bonding during those trips. He had loved her in the light. Perhaps he should take her. He had no objection if he was there with her. He enjoyed paying for her, and now that there were no restrictions, he could buy her the seamstress, let alone the dresses. She was not asking for that kind of adventure though. She meant to go with Lionel.

    "Then keep a friend!" he retorted. Lionel mustn't be out of their lives. The boy wasn't worth Rey, but Calum didn't know if the world could be trusted with Lionel either. It was his point of view, maybe, that all things he loved must be protected, and the more he loved them, the closer he must keep them. In truth, when Lio came to him for advice, Calum would always lead him to the choices that kept him available. He saw himself as his protector too, and that was probably why he hadn't abused Lio more than this, already. But friends means not lovers, and he was sure that her intentions veered that way, because he knew without a doubt that Lio's did. Rey liked softer things, and Lio was that, at least. His jaw dropped, like the lower fangs of a wolf, when she told him he was being ridiculous. Even Lionel took a stepped back at that.

    At least Calum managed to stunt her with a hint at what had happened yesterday. He quite liked that. But he was taken aback against when she went on to emphasize her body with her hands. He had her brother swallow. He wanted her overly on any day, but now he was becoming famished for her. This was a weapon he'd not meant to give her, and she was utilizing it splendidly. Her sounds changed, and he found himself unsteady where he stood. He wanted to go to her, to touch. It was a reflex he deliberately had to bury. She was fencing already, wasn't she? His eyes narrowed, but there was an approving lilt to one corner of his lips. Genius sister. He must punish her for this later. Because to him, it did look like a promise. If only the pure Lionel wasn't here.

    But Lio was becoming increasingly less so when he watched. It hit him right in the stomach, the way that she led his eyes to stroke her body. What was this? Did she speak liked this now? What should he do and feel about that? He swallowed and squeezed his shoulder harder to distract himself. He looked from the brother to the sister. Ah, this was becoming too much but he couldn't turn away.

    Calum grinned when he managed to bait her into a possible duel, and nodded to cement it before she could take it back. He could see the flare in her and he stepped closer, almost into her, and looked down at his sister who'd taken courage and responded to his pushing. He had trained her. While she continued on her own path and technique, he was sure he still knew enough of her basis of skill to topple her confidence. "Settled then. Your freedom on the line. And if you fail, I get to govern your propriety. You seem to need it." A cold decision, spoken and cemented.

    Lionel almost yelped when she apologized, surprised to be put into the exchange again. He shook his head and his hand at her. "Nono! It's nothing, Reyna. I totally understand." He wanted to comfort her, but she didn't seem to need it now. She looked so alive with all that color conjured on her cheeks and her poise, ready to pounce. How inviting. How it was going to haunt him. "Please, I feel like I must leave so you can talk this over in private." he bowed and took a few steps back, it was obvious this was a bit distressful to his shoulder, but he suffered through it.

    "Until next time, Lio." Calum offered and let his friend go. Lio looked once at Rey, but could easily find his own way out.

    Once their golden haired little mascot was out of earshot, perhaps not even out of their house, Calum's last manners disappeared. He looked at his sister with some darkness, now that she couldn't hide behind whatever facade they owed Lionel. "So mouthy today." he said with a disapproving grin and shoved her. He took her hand and pulled her along. "Let's see about your confidence now, shall we?" They both knew where this was going, and they arrived at the gym soon. The locale was big, father had it made to hone both his children to physical perfection, and many of the man's beatings had taken place here. Calum wasn't slow with ushering her in, and didn't care if she stumbled. In his vest and pressed pants, he picked up his saber. It was rather sturdy, and motioned for the rack of hers.

    He took his stance without protection or a helmet. They had played like this as children, but he didn't plan on giving her the same mercy now. He meant to prey on her. How delicious it would be with her dress on and barefoot. His own shoes were waiting for him, socks stuffed into their mouths, by the door.

    "Well, Ms. Lobelia. Have at you."
     
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    Rey couldn't understand what Calum had evolved into. He had once been her escape. He had provided her with the entertainment that her four dull walls had lacked. She hadn't been provided with toys as a child. Her mother had wanted her to have an interest in the finer things in life. Calum had created games for them to play together. It was his stoking of her imagination that had led to her interest in art. He had fueled her passion by encouraging her to think for herself. He had protected her from every bump and shadow that threatened her in the night and most of all, from their looming father. She would never forget his kindness and how he could make her smile when all she had wanted to do was cry from the frustration of feeling like an object instead of a living being.

    Now he was her captor. In the deepest reaches of her mind, Rey compared his actions to father. He was holding her hostage on the grounds just as father had. Though he used her love for him as a weapon against her unlike fathers brutish demands alone. It was manipulative though Rey wasn't sure if he meant it to be. The response to her insisting that she was allowed to have friends held an almost venomous tone. The tone conveyed a hidden meaning and Rey wondered if Calum was actually jealous of Lio. Rey looked between the both of them. She swallowed roughly, taking a step back away from both of them as Calum's jaw went slack. While she hadn't wanted to offend him, she didn't want to think of Lionel doing the things to her that Calum already had.

    Rey wasn't sure what had come over her when she had attempted to seduce him with her body. She had wanted to push him to his limits. She wanted to make him squirm. She wanted to see how she affected him. If he wanted to be cruel and make her uncomfortable, then she would follow his example. She knew it was hard for Calum to act out as he wanted to in front of Lionel without stirring up controversy. The acknowledging twitch of his lips stirred heat within her. He knew that she knew what she was trying to do to him. Reyna wasn't used to be rebellious and the feeling filled her with satisfaction she hadn't expected.

    Rey had instantly regretted jumping at the chance to duel Calum for her freedom. She knew she would lose, in this condition for sure. She didn't stand a chance at Calum who seemed to train day and night in his craft. Reyna had grown soft in recent months. She had only wanted to stand up for him and defend herself in front of Lionel. She didn't want to look like the lost little lamb that she felt like she was. The prey. Ducking her head down as her eyes fell to her feet when Calum announced that her freedom was on the line. Everything was on the line. Because of his need to control and discipline her. She could only glance over at Lionel, her expression almost sad. Her life was not a normal one and never would be.

    "Thank you, Lio..." She murmured. Normally, she would have offered to see him out. Maybe steal a few more moments of conversation on the porch before he left. But she was rooted to the spot under Calum's watchful gaze. Lifting her head only when she felt his eyes bore into her skull. Her heart raced as she felt how he was disappointed with her actions. What would the punishment be tonight? She knew that it was coming and could barely contain her trembling as Calum took her hand in his own and led her to the gym. The gym where many friendly sparring matches had taken place between them.

    She stumbled into the room, taking in the sheer size of the space they now occupied. They were alone in this room. This room without windows. A room with one entrance and one exit that were the same doorway. No one would interrupt them. She looked over at Calum wearily as she made her way to the rack, her fingertips touching the guard of her own saber. "How is this fair when..." When it was so sore to take a step. Would she even be able to keep up proper footwork when her body was still so tender? She gripped the handle, her slender fingers sliding beneath the guard as she withdrew it from the rack carefully.

    "You know how this is going to end." She simpered, pouting. As she had many times before as children. The saber rest at her side. "You're going to win, you always do." Had she ever fairly beaten him? Only ever getting close when he allowed it to happen. She had treasured the times when he had shown her mercy and allowed her to feel like the victor but she knew this wasn't one of those times. She made her way to Calum, her expression and position vulnerable as she took her own stance. Defensive if not aggressive. Being faced with duelling Calum again brought back a playfulness to their bond that Rey had thought to be gone after the morning of her birthday.

    "I'm not going to give in without a fight." Not like last night. She was going to resist him. His charm. His words. His superiority over her. Did Rey have the reaction time she needed today? She was famished. She was weak. She was hurting. But everything was on the line. She couldn't afford not to give it her all. "Take it from me. Your victory. Take it." She whispered, double meaning behind her words as her gaze searched his before she lunged at him. Her normally poised posture now tense as she sought to thrust her saber towards him. The goal was not to hurt him, just to make contact. Just to show him that she could make contact.

    But Reyna suspected that this wasn't about fencing at all. This wasn't why Calum wanted to see Reyna alone. She knew this. She felt it.
     
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    There was some stirring satisfaction in him when she finally yielded her damned spunk when he offered up her key to freedom in the shape of a sword. Poor Lio remained ignorant, and was confused when she left the building, looking back at the siblings, equally torn between trying to understand them both while holding his own shoulder. That'd be his memento of today. Perhaps in the future, if Rey was allowed to talk about this with him, she could use his injury as a way to date the instance when she'd stood up for herself, and lost. Calum held on to decorum until the boy had left, and then looked her over cruelly, but excited. Her posture was not so haughty anymore, and the words she'd fervently spit to boast herself in Lionel's eyes had gone even from echo. His silence was enough to fill their air with his pending victory.

    Reyna knew as she followed in his hand. He liked that she could take direction now, but he knew not to get all too comfortable. Fencing was an art, especially the way they did it. Not competition rules, but good strikes that would incapacitate. In competition, the needle-like tools might have gotten results eventually, or with great precision - Calum had some success with that and won medals - but they'd taken to the elegance and theatricality of the art. In practicing it for judges, Calum had come to abhor it's rigid form, its petty rules, and so he'd always played by other designs with his sister. Back then she had thought it more fun, and become better at it than the original sport. This was why their sabers were closer to something a soldier might use, than those of Olympic competitors. They'd have great times searching for their own collection of swords online, and reforging them so they couldn't be lethal.

    He let her sulk in the big room, and watched her as her walk faltered now that she didn't need to pretend for a blond guest. He felt some sympathy, as always wanting to solve her problem for her, when she stared, defeated, at her row of weapons, picking one at last. But he didn't mean to be merciful today. There'd be nothing in it for either of them. He wouldn't get the delicious fun of wining to tower over her, and she wouldn't learn her lesson if he played all too nice now. What - was he supposed to give her up to the world just because he couldn't take her little disappointment now? That'd be the very essence of being counter productive. She argued for the fairness of what was about to happen. He shook his head at that. Did the gladiators get heard when they wanted even odds against tigers and lions?

    "Then you should not have accepted, sister dear." Calum offered when she went on about the futility. Yes. He was going to win. He would have won this even if it had been a competition in something she was prolific at, because this was the battle for her staying with him. He could not loose. It was only very convenient that he'd wrangled her into this sport. Perhaps she'd see that he was completely serious about not letting go of her, and that he took great offense to her wanting to. Damn that red card and a private lounge on the train! He'd dismantle that railroad with his saber bolt by bolt if he had to, let alone hurt her for it. He watched her, and something predatory wanted to pounce when she moved so weakly. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to have her again in here, where they'd sweated and laughed together.

    He let her get into position and his head dropped slightly to the side as he looked at her. He'd not preyed on her while holding a sword before. He supposed his coercion of this duel must have been largely indulgent, after all. In her dress and with her hair made up for the day, she looked gorgeously out of place on the training mat, with her lighter weapon in hand. He breathed deeper when she offered herself up, and bid him to relieve her of everything he wanted. He was sure she meant for it to sound formidable, and it did have that ring, but mostly it was just making this all better for him. She'd whispered for him to have her yesterday, when he'd stirred and whipped up her desires. His own stance was more about reach. It could have been predicted, since their difference in bodies were so clear.

    He darted forward quickly to elicit a reaction from her, to have her sword sing against his so he could spin their blades. It would allow him to get closer. It was his right to force her back, and he did, well beyond the line that would mark his point. He didn't say anything about it, so she would know that it didn't matter to him. He'd chase her, slap her attacks away if she provided them, to keep her steps broad and sudden, so that the pussy he'd claimed yesterday would hurt and throb. He wanted her to think of how his cock had already stabbed her, while they fenced. Calum was elegant, he could afford to waste his energy and spin the handle around his hold. She was smaller, but she'd not been trained enough to make the most of her speed, not like him by father. Calum knew all her techniques because he'd put them there.

    During one thrust of hers, he twisted to the side, and she might have thought she caught him right on his vest, but he had simply locked her blade between his side and his arm. With her weapon stuck, his pushed the hand guard of his sword against her shoulder, to topple her on her ass. He stood above her, shadows in the sockets of his eyes, still pinching her sword like that, and with his own at her chin, so she would have to look up at him by way of his blade. He parted her legs with his foot and then whipped his sword downward fast enough to tear her dress before he dropped her saber on the floor for her to pick up. He walked a few steps back to get into position again. "Anytime you're ready, little sister." he smiled almost like he used to when they trained, but now there was a strange, deeper mischievousness to his expression. She'd not made it a secret that she was an evolving masochist, and he was going to feed her a new kind of pain and humiliation until she thought it was delicious. Take from her, she'd asked. He had every intention to.
     
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  20. SithPrincess

    SithPrincess Through passion, I gain strength Member

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    Reyna didn't feel as emotionally strong now that they were alone. It felt safer to rebel against Calum when in the company of another. Calum was less likely to lash out at her when there was someone watching them interact. Though Lio had barely been able to stand getting knocked over by Calum. He wouldn't have been able to help her any more than she could help herself if Calum had decided to do something extreme. All she could see was the predatory glint in his gaze. Did he not feel a shred of mercy for her body? Fencing was all about reaction time. Movement. Footwork. Aggression. All of which she was not on top of when her body ached to move at all. But she had challenged him and that had been her mistake.

    She scoffed, "Not accepted? And just give you all of my freedom. That's what you want. I don't want to give you what you want." She answered honestly with a soft shrug. She was tired of Calum winning. Stomping all over her will and deciding her future. She wanted to stand up for herself. No matter how many times she lost to him in whatever way he took his victory. She knew what this was about. It wasn't about her wish to leave the home. It wasn't about her desire to pursue a secondary education. This was about her not leaving him. She wondered if it was simply because she had wanted to leave or because it was Lionel that offered her an escape from his shadow.

    This room that held so many memories for them was now becoming a battleground. The path to her prison. A room that had been filled with their laughter, their matches that ended with wrestling on the mat instead of dueling at all, was now filled with tension and unsaid words. She gasped as he darted forward, barely quick enough to block his lunge and clash her sword against his. With every attempt to defend herself, he only continued to push her. He gave her no space. Only pressure. Pressure that brought a worried expression to her face. A pressure she couldn't defend herself against. She was tired of defending, attempting to lunge at him instead. What she lacked in strength, she made up for in speed and yet he blocked her every would be blow. Each time she lunged at him, she winced at the soreness building between her thighs. Reminding her what the man in front of her had done.

    How was it fair when they were so unmatched? He had been the one to teach her. Father never approved of Reyna's interest in the sport so Calum had nursed her passion. It was easy for the teacher to defeat the student he taught. For a fleeting moment, Rey believed she had gained the upper hand, laughing a deep victorious laugh that was brief as she realized he had locked her blade between his side and arm. Stuck, she soon fell to the ground, looking up at him as his sword rested below her delicate chin. She didn't flinch when he parted her legs, only when his blade tore her dress. His smile, his words made her nervous, her heart raced as a blush rose to her cheeks. Swallowing roughly, she gathered her dress against her chest and stood.

    An entire side of her dress was now falling, exposing her shoulder and the creamy swell of one perky breast. If it ripped any further, she wouldn't be able to duel and hold her clothing against her at the same time. She smirked at Calum with a huff, "If you keep destroying my dresses, you're going to have to take me to town for new ones." It was a playful demand. A demand she had made as a child when their rough outdoor play had muddied her dresses to the point of permanent stains. It was a nostalgic demand that spurred sweet memories. "You can tell me when you don't like them, I don't mind changing." Again, another tease as she moved to pick up her saber from the ground.

    "I won't be able to duel if I'm not wearing any clothes." Her tone was careful, hesitant. Her light eyes taking in his expression for a reaction. How was he truly wanting to defeat her? Through saber combat or something more primal? Would this match end with her on her ass, looking up at her victor? Or would it end with her dress on the floor and her brother inside of her? She gulped at the sordid thoughts that ran through her mind. She should stop the fight now. She should give up. Would he accept that? If she ended things now and wished to retire to her room?

    "Maybe it's best if I give you the win." Give him. Like she had a choice. Her gaze was steady, locked onto his. "I wish to retire to my room." Could he see the way her pulse jumped in the delicate column of her throat? Could he see how nervous she was to stay in this room with him any longer? The more they dueled, the sweatier than became. The stronger his scent became. The more she thought of last night. She held her saber in a defensive pose, ready to deflect any strikes if he wished to keep going. But she lacked the energy to get close enough to strike him first. She wanted distance, before he left her mind in a state of fog.