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 saber thorn

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

  1. reverse

    reverse crusher rusher Member

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    She was a beautiful thing, fencing for herself. There were the techniques he'd taught her. But she was forgetting to abandon it now, because he was luring her into the old ways. Really, she could be wailing at him with the saber. He'd let her fall back beyond her own point, hadn't he?No rules. And dear sister liked the thought of stabbing him, before she realized his ruse. Her disappointed expression bleeding into fear was so erotic. Hah. He'd never let her battle with someone else, given how sensual her face was. Calum enjoyed her like this, almost as much as he did when they were truly dancing around skinship. He wanted to bet she liked sitting on the floor, too, after his show of power. Beautiful chin subjugated by being lifted like any fine morsel on any silver utensil. She was just being served up, after all.

    He'd cut the dress more than he intended, but it wasn't too much for his liking. She knew what ripped fabric meant and the color change on her cheek announced it. Her body knew what this was. How dramatic she was, trying to put herself together and getting back on her feet. She had some more attitude for him, and he listened. He didn't mind their games now, as along as they were for him. "Your dresses are exquisite on you, Rey." he admitted and only shifted slightly with his sword hanging. Superior fighters don't need the readiness of their stances. That in itself was posturing. "But if you give me the choice, I'd rather have you naked, all the time." It wasn't like he hadn't had banter about bedroom games before. Her friends had an earful of it, even if he swore them to silence. Maybe she'd know anyway.

    "You'll duel as long as I want. I don't mind touching you with my saber while you're nude." he injected, but she wasn't making light anymore. She had changed her tone, and so did his mood. He was hunting again, because she was up on her deer legs, enticing him with her flight. It upset him a little when she was willing to give up, and so he came at her again, a shallow reach with the sword, that had her deflect as she planned. He tested her a few times, had her move in a circle, smaller and smaller. His eyes were hard, but the threatening light had become deeper, a little different from when he'd seemed as though he might draw blood. She wasn't some beginner with her weapon, so she still had good muscle memory from when they'd trained. "Why? What happens in your room that you're so eager to get back to?" Dastardly.

    He hunted her for a bit more, stretching his back and striding after her, wide swings with his sword arm. There was no form at all, just belligerent pursuit, like she had to deflect or she'd get hurt. Eventually she would turn to running, and that's when he'd cut cross her back. He was bad in his core, even if he'd lined it with gold and satin. He'd let her rest and chastise him best she wanted with her word, before lifting her with his sword under her breast, to have her run more. Like he was an assailant and she was sprinting across cobblestone streets to flee from him. But he'd already murdered her. He'd drawn her blood and lanced her over and over, the night before. This was just a reiteration of her death on her own bed, on her birthday. Had she worn panties? Would he have to punish her for that, or would he have the pleasure of chasing after her while she was completely nude? In this great hall, would she feel exposed?

    Her body would be as he remembered it, and as it had been when she gave herself over to him. She could play the wilting maiden in a high, locked tower all she wanted, but she'd asked him inside when they entwined. He'd licked her with his silver tongue until she'd given in, perhaps, but she'd said the words herself. And all the climaxes he counted as he used her were real. She'd not had the carnal education to fake that. It was much the same now, when she was made to prance around by the whims of his saber, nude and delicious, so that he could become further famished for her. Rey knew, she must, that this was some kind of activity directed by her brother, for his own pleasure. But she'd found her own enjoyment in pleasing him, hadn't she? She was a budding companion, learning the sweetness of her own captivity. Demonize him all she wanted, but she'd been there too, and so had her screaming rapture.

    He tripped her soon, on her ass like she had suspected. And this time when he parted her legs it would be much more exposing. Saber over her breast, where her heart was, as his eyes impaled her, head moving slowly to take her in from different angles. Did she feel like she'd been made into an object, a gift for him? He made no secret that he was looking down her thighs. "I win then. And you're going to stay. You lost again, Little Ms. Lobelia." he mocked, but there was a warmth to the taunting. "Why don't you reach down and spread those petals for me? I won those off you yesterday, and I'd like to see how they're coming along after our night." It'd be unthinkable, of course, for her to willingly expose her sore cunt to him, it'd have the tell-tale signs of being recently dealt with, but she might see her lack of choice in the situation. "Does it hurt you? It's always on you mind, isn't it, your poor, taut little pussy, adjusting to its new life as my friend." And servant. After all, it was no friend of Reyna anymore, given how many times it had already betrayed her.
     
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  2. SithPrincess

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    Rey could have been fighting harder. She should have been fighting harder with her freedom on the line. But she was distracted. Distracted by the mischevious glint in her brothers eyes. The way he lunged at her with wild abandon as if he truly didn't care if his blade met her skin. She was forced to defend herself aggressively if only to protect herself. Fencing had always been a sport only to be played with eachother. Reyna had never considered duelling in a tournament. Mother would have forbidden it even if she had. The tension in her shoulders relaxed as he complimented her dresses. She decided not to tease him further on the fact that he kept destroying them. He was well aware of how many he had ruined in just the past day. Her jaw went slack as he continued, slamming shut as the muscles in her jaw clenched as she resisted responding to him.

    Rey didn't know how to react to this new version of Calum. The Calum that didn't shy away from what he wanted from her. The Calum that made it clear what he wanted from her body and why. It made nervous flutters go wild in her belly, igniting a heat within her that quickly spread through her body. "Would you really risk marring my skin?" She released the torn fabric of her dress to expose more of her collar bone, leading to her chest. She had always been instructed to take care of her skin first and foremost. Limited sunlight. And never direct sunlight. When she was outdoors, it was by the light of the moon. Indoor swimming was normal for her. And when she was outdoors on a sunny day, she was wide-brimmed hats and sheer long sleeved dresses no matter how uncomfortable. Her skin was porcelain like dolls should be.

    The further Rey tried to get away from him, the closer his footwork brought her back to him. "I just want to rest Calum, please." Her expression was pleading but for the wrong reasons. She wanted distance from him. Not so she could have a meal or rest. The gods knew she had plenty of rest last night. She wanted to get away from his overbearing presence. His overwhelming scent that made her mouth salivate when she got too close to him. The way his scent clung to the leather he wore. She didn't like how natural it felt to have her body react to his attention. It shouldn't have felt so normal. Until yesterday, he had been her guardian, her older brother. Now he was her captor, her hunter.

    She decided quickly to abandon the duel, turning her back on him to flee for the door once the tension rose too high between them. A shrill cry of surprise tore from her lips as his saber made quick work of the back of her dress. "Stop it!" She screeched angrily, tired of him bossing her around without words like she was a rag doll. Her dress fell from her body leaving her almost entirely nude, still attempting to deflect his strikes as she danced around him. She was able to keep up with each attack though she couldn't stop him. She wasn't skilled nor strong enough.

    She grunted as she fell, making contact with the mats below. Crumpled at his feet. Again. She looked up at him, her wide eyes unblinking with unshed tears from her humiliation of losing something so important. Reyna never went back on her word. Honesty and loyalty was something unbreakable between the siblings. She understood why her betrayal had wounded him so deeply. It had been the first time she had hidden something from him. Something that meant her departure from him.

    Her thighs still bore the bruising from his hands, no fault of his own. In the shape of his fingers. Her skin was sensitive to bruising. His dirty words made her squirm, the blush on her cheeks deepening as each word that left his lips coaxed moisture to coat her young pussy. "You win. I'll stay." She murmured, nodding numbly as her heart raced. She didn't have the courage to ask him how long he had wanted this with her. Was this simply possession or were his feelings for her deeper? Was their love, deeper? She swallowed roughly as he mentioned the taking of her purity. She had promised herself that she wouldn't give herself to him again. She knew how he felt about her wearing undergarments. And she didn't want to make him angry with her again.

    She averted her gaze, looking down at his feet as she unclasped and removed her bra. Her breasts were still tender, her soft pink nipples on full display. She took off her lace panties next, her hands trembling. She only looked up at him as she spread her legs for him again. She knew she didn't have a choice. He was stronger than her. He could do whatever he wanted to her and she couldn't stop him. Rey preferred to feel like she had a choice. "Don't say such things..." She whispered, "It's embarrassing..." She licked her lips nervously as her deft fingers parted her puffy bare lips for him. Her face couldn't be any hotter. Her folds glistened from the beginnings of her arousal from simply hearing her brother talk so lewdly about her.

    Her pussy was raw, still swollen and dark pink. Her lips tinged pink as well. Tears leaked from her eyes though she didn't cry. "It's sore...I'm sore..." She admitted softly, her eyes locked onto his. Her expression pleading. "I had never...I had never even explored myself..." She had never felt a need to. Never felt the stirrings of arousal or a desire to play with her developing body. Calum had awakened her. Body and soul. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her cunt. Did he see a hole that hugged his cock perfectly? A sheath made for him? Had she been made for him? It was only after he insinuated that this was a regular thing that Rey removed her fingers and covered her pussy with a single hand. A defiant look on her face.

    "We can't do that again. I can't take it-" She fumbled with her words, "It was i-intense and debasing and-" She was shaking her head, "...you're my brother..." Looking was one thing. Maybe touching, Rey could allow. She could get through that. But feeling herself spasming around his cock, milking him for release as she cried for him to continue, that was something that Rey wanted to forget. No matter how good it felt, "It was wrong. We're...wrong" They were messed up. It wasn't normal to feel this way for a sibling, was it? Her pussy throbbed. "Is it...?" Her voice an unsure whisper, "Is it normal to feel this way? To feel..." The pleasure she had felt. "...for my own brother?" She looked to Calum for his advice. For his counsel. Her expression not unlike the many times she had sought him out for his knowledge of how things worked in the world before.

    "I'm scared Calum..." Her expression softened further, her eyes like moist stone. "I don't know how to react...I don't know how to..." Tell him how she was feeling. Her fingers parted her pussy again, this time, she tentatively touched her clit, the way he had the night before. Her body was so sensitive, so greedy for more. Coaxing the honey from her body as her nipples started to peak. What was this feeling that made her crave that molten heat? That made her want his touch? His kiss? Her index finger gently circled her pearl, a breathless sigh leaving her. She had been watching her own finger work, looking up to gauge Calum's reaction. Was he as hungry for this feeling as her body seemed to be?
     
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    There was something apathetic about her parrying. She had the form, of course, but she didn't have the passion. He was sure he'd seen more of this even when they played. He'd already convinced her she had no chance, and it was reflected in the silver of her blade, and the lackluster vigor of her wrist. Part of her wanted to loose, he was sure. It was like when she'd run sloppier when he chased her for tickling. Only this was more perverse. Again her body was failing her for his benefit. There was no one here on her side. She was turning on herself. What a beautiful thing, a maiden, twisting her own ankles for her pursuer. She even melted when he said her dresses were pretty. Oh, Calum had her number now. That's all she'd been taught, to value her own beauty. It was getting in her way now.

    He was inlove with her skin, he knew that when she put up the question and her dress went down just a little. Audacious Ms. young Lobelia. Like that would help her any. She was throwing herself on the pyre now that it was abundantly clear she'd lost this skirmish. Childish girl, moping and lamenting her honor in their game. So he followed faster, and she was scattered all across the mat, pieces of her endurance chipped away by the velocity alone. She begged to be left alone, so she could recoup, but what was the point of that when she'd already lost. Victors don't need to wait to take their prize. He held his saber steady when she looked back at him with that loss of will, that complete, involuntary admission of his triumph over her. How completely scrumptious she was in her distress.

    And when she ran he became possessed with the spirit of a predator. Her cry shook his ribs. He thought he would run her through then and eat her right up. Oh, if she held the delusion that her doe-ways would buy her any place in his heart she was wrong. He was reveling in her fate. Not because he hated her and wanted her death, but because he loved her and wanted her suffering. She'd proven already that she was gorgeous in her tortured upheaval, at the hands of her body's own rebellion. Stop it? Hah. The dull of the sword's tip wrapped her cheek once for that insolence but he was far too entertained to be insulted. She could throw all the feisty his way that she wanted. It would only resound in more punishment. Aren't we having a grand time now, little sister? And so exposed, on the floor, he could witness all the stories he'd already written on her. Ah, wasn't he a great author in mottled colors on such paper hue?

    He sighed softly through his nose, a lengthy breath. He'd fought and kept her here. It was true, and sealed by her own words. He'd done his job as her brother, and bound her to him, to this place if he wished. "Yes you will." he said to the girl with her underwear still on. She would have looked good in rags. The lace seemed almost superfluous, like putting more sugar on a finished pastry. Still. He liked the view. The breath came out his slightly parted lips instead when she looked down, submissive, to do the work he'd given her, of rending herself completely nude. He'd not hide the growing bulge in his slacks. She'd earned it with all her whimpering and picturesque submission. Somehow they'd bred this in her too. She had always been taught to be a good wife, but this was her feeling it in her heart. The ache at the cost of her own pride, but that translated into tingles in her ready pussy. How large he felt when she listened, and her undergarments were too the side, forgotten, and she still sat on that soft behind on the mat, ready for his next orders.

    Embarrassing, but she still did his bidding. Her fingers opened her for him, and he almost faltered where he stood. He bit down on his own teeth with flesh-ward inspiration when her loss had her so pliable that she, the recent virgin, showed her slick flesh to him. The layer of light that collected in her folds, not stretched bright, was thicker than the tears in her eyes. That's always how it was going to be. She'd never be sadder than she'd be his toy. It wouldn't stop him from teasing her with his intentions and how she might be viewed. He needed her blushes, needed the heavy thuds of her heart. His doll. His control. Hadn't she been angry before, sword in hand? Now she was on her sweet rump, legs apart and saying Yes, Lord of the manor, with her best pair of lips. They looked hungry. They weren't innocent anymore, slathered with her want that he had commanded.

    When she confessed to never have touched herself, reminding him what prize he'd taken, he almost let his sword hand drop, the metal microphone taken from her when she spoke so clearly on her own. But he didn't. He ended up holding it harder. How perfectly somber and rousing at the same time, her tears while she monologued, speaking so candidly and lamenting her own innocence, and awing over what had been taken from her. Yes. I have become your marauder, fair Reyna. She was right to narrate it. It was her coming of age, after all, and it fed into his self worth like a great lake might take sips of the ocean. If she thought she'd dissuade him by reliving her loss of childhood, then she was wrong, and it showed. Her brother was hard and dark eyed, looking at her while she performed. To think that there was this creature, hiding in her all along. He was this gargoyle in intimately scented skin, drinking in her little story.

    He swallowed a hiss when she put a finger lid on the cunt she was showing. But she was fooling no one. The way that she tried to paint it in bad colors - it was nullified and turned into lies when she blushed so willingly. Her tone changed. She did not hate, she only thought she should. It was hurting him, how much she could make his well fitted pants so tight around him. Perhaps it was his body that betrayed him now. And then a quiet gift, said in her littlest voice, that she did feel all these things he'd injected her with. He had her lap from it, the source of lust he'd fed her with. Her taking would forever dictate the flavor which she preferred in the bedroom. Ah. He'd taken all hope from her to like silky romance and vanilla tosses. She'd always want to be coerced, and bullied into it. He'd teach her worse yet! Especially now, when she was so reluctantly willing. She was his rapture, looking at him like she was waiting for his words to take her the rest of the way. She was his bewildered lover.

    It was almost as though she'd slashed him with a saber without the precautions built into its blade when she showed him the cunt that belonged to him again. Pretty little hand, going up and leaving a finger. With her thighs out of the way, to the side, she looked positively lewd and innocent at the same time. Her eyes unable to focus on a truth she could settle on. She was at an altar, praying for his wisdom while she fiddled herself. Oh, what had he done to the girl, to have her so confused. Yet, her body knew didn't it? His saber moved to put its protected tip to one of her risen nipples. It might feel too much to her, to have contact when she was burning. "How to make it stop?" he asked before taking his weapon back and then dropping it to the floor with a decisive dismissal. The blade vibrated and bounced twice before it became silent, as silent as anything with such destructive capabilities could be.

    This was her woman calling out to him, trying to find her way out of the girl that they'd forever veiled her with. Somehow she knew how to play with herself. It was ingrained in her spine. "I can soothe you, sister." he declared as he stepped between her legs, bulge at height with her head if she reached out. She should already be staring at it. A simple sip and it'd be hers to play with, if her instincts would lead her free hand there. He'd wait patiently if she found herself without initiative to do it. Maybe her baser self was clever like a whore? And if she obliged both herself and him, some deeply rooted knowledge about what a girl on her ass should do with a cock in her face, the monstrous member would spring free. Again he was fully clothed while she was bare, but for that new saber, throbbing and in new light. A mighty thing with the answers to her current craving.

    "You want to know what you should do? You should obey me. It's in your nature, isn't it?" he asked, and with that object out, he'd hold more authority than with the other sword. It was a threat and a reward all at once. Tall man talking to a sitting, newly minted woman. "Your mouth. Just appease it for a little, and I'll give you solace from your current pain." He longed to see her pretty face around his grotesque limb. It was a contrast sought after by anyone. She'd been led to think men wanted her to be pretty, a collected, serene thing for them to have and to collect. But her value, exterior, was to be defiled by someone, and for them to derive flattery from it, that she, pure as snow, would let themselves put their ugly mark on her. Maidens are supposed to be at the mercy of dragon claws. And as she was now, parted and ready without knowing why, she was just serving herself up to be torn apart. How unfair that she wanted that, intrinsically.

    And if her hand had no such wits, he would toss her down on the back. She was his now. She'd lost this duel and her rights to herself. He could do whatever he wanted. So he'd cross her wrists above her head with one hand, so the other could pet her pussy instead. Just the outer lips, causing nearness but not stirring enough for any kind of release. He wanted to drive her mad, until she'd rather die than continue without his cock. She had such talent for it already, his little sister - he saw it in her, and she was only barely blind to it now. A kiss to oppress, long tongue into her shallow mouth, hot like her words, overflowing like her cunt - what a compliment to him, that her orifices couldn't help but moisten for him. He'd thoroughly debased her face, half of it clad in spittle, hers mostly, when he lifted his face.
     
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    Reyna had thought that Calum would see her bruising, her brutalized cunt, and realize how rough he had been with her virgin body. She thought that he would have recognized that she was the same little sister that had relied on him to protect her and yet now he was being selfish with her love and her body. Using her hormones, her feelings for him against her. He was twisting her love for him into something perverse and no longer innocent. She could see how much it had taken out of Calum to finally make her submit. To agree to give total control to him. Her eyes lifted to the bulge he didn't bother to hide in his slacks. The view only tightened the pink tips of her nipples, making her want to squirm to relieve the ache growing between her thighs. It was an unspoken rule that it wasn't just her freedom she was giving up, but her body. He wanted her obedience, she knew this. It had always been this way. She just hadn't expected it to reach such a level that left her with her brothers cock buried inside of her inexperienced pussy. Nothing could have prepared her for that.

    If he wanted to see her, then she would show him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly in her rising panic that left her pulse jumping visibly. She felt like a toy on display for him to pick up at his leisure. She had originally intended never to speak of the night before again. She had planned on never allowing him to touch her, again. To never take her, again. It had been an abomination to have her brother making her cum around him, making her cry out into the night his name, over and over. And not at all for help, but for more. It was wrong. It was still wrong. And yet her body insisted that it was right. That she was made for this. Made for him. She couldn't hide what had happened. The evidence was in the tenderness of her sex. She looked at him for answers, as she always had. Her expression was vulnerable and expectant. Her finger didn't halt, only spreading the moisture through her folds before returning to her tender bud. She hissed as his blunt saber tip brushed against her nipple, jumping in surprise when he dropped the weapon, turning from the weapon and crass sound before looking back up at him. Yes, she wanted him to make it stop. She wanted him to stop pursuing her so she didn't have to feel these things from him.

    She couldn't voice these feelings. He clearly didn't see anything wrong with lusting after her. He didn't look at her like she was disgusting for getting so wet for him when he hadn't even touched her with his hands. "It's too much..." She insisted, her heart hammering before his voice, smooth as honey, promised her relief. Her light gaze fell to his bulge, she swore she could feel the heat coming from his groin. The bulge strained against the fabric and at once, Rey knew what he wanted from her. What his body wanted from her. Trembling fingers moved to free his erection, his cock brushing against her face as it sprung free of the tight confines her body had caused. There it was, his scent. Rey moved to place her knees beneath her, kneeling in front of him now as she waited for direction. He had won her obedience, hadn't he? And how long did he expect her compliance to last? She took a deep breath as her fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing gently as she took on a firm grip. This was not unlike the night before as she stroked it slowly, her gaze glued to his expression. She wanted to see that lewd side of him. She needed to know that he was suffering from this heat just as she was.

    "Promise, brother?" She simpered. Would he help her release the tension he had stirred up in her? She lifted his cock, gently nuzzling against the appendage, inhaling deeply with a soft hum of approval. His scent had meant security and comfort before. It meant something else now. Her tongue slid from parted lips, resting against the base of his cock before she dragged it along the underside of his shaft, along the thick vein that pulsed against her tongue. She told herself to treat it like a lolli. Soft and gentle. Swirls. Gentle sucking. Her tongue swept over his cock head, lingering curiously at the slit where she tasted something new there. Her tongue swirled around his cock head and never once did her wide eyes filled with wonderment leave his. Her free hand rested at his inner thigh, experimentally touching the heavy sack nearby. She continued to stroke it slowly as she licked along the shaft. She was pleasing him with her mouth, wasn't she? It was now that she parted her lips, opening her mouth wide to try to take him into her small mouth. She wondered what she looked like now. Her mouth stuffed with her brothers cock as she looked up at him pleadingly.

    She had only begun to feel him in her mouth. She wasn't sure what to do. Her tongue trying to pleasure him still even though his cock simply stuffed her mouth. She gauged his reaction, trying to figure out how to actually suck a cock. Sucking firmly but not realizing that she needed to bob her head just yet. She released his cock from her mouth with an audible pop from the suction, panting softly as she wiped her mouth from her own drool when Calum tossed her onto her back. She gasped as his hand trapped her wrists, squirming against his free hand that teased her pussy. Her breath was shuddering, "Calum, please-" She couldn't take the heat if it climbed any higher. Her begging was cut short as he claimed her mouth, eliciting a groan from her throat as his tongue invaded her mouth. The taste of him filling her senses as she spread her legs for his hand. She had never felt so aroused. She just wanted an end to this sensation! Her own tongue slid against his, eager and seeking as she pushed her slick mound against his hand. She ground her sex against his touch, greedy for him to really touch her. Her mind was in shambles, coming to terms with the fact that the tongue in her mouth now and the cock that filled it earlier, had been her brothers. And it had been consensual.
     
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    Sitting down like that, and staring up at him like he was the only thing in the world for her, like the rest of the room had gone black and she had nothing else to learn from. Yes. That's what this was. An older brother teaching his sister what he wanted her to be. Coming of age and coming into her own body. He'd guide her through her own skin, and his only condition was that she give it all to him. It's what it was for, anyway. Beautiful brunette innocent, taking his lessons naked. She was trying on her own, her body was overloaded with want, and so like any emergency, it dug deep for impulses to sate itself. The result was that, an imitation of what'd he'd done yesterday to her clit. She did it poorly, but at least he knew she was burning in her own want. That'd be to his advantage. She almost screamed when he defeated her nipple with his sword, another point for him in their duel. His head fell to the side with brotherly sympathy when she declared that all of this was becoming unbearable to her. Poor Rey, with all the sexual things she'd been made to repress finally clawing for the surface, translating into heat. Her head moved too, and his cock underneath the fabric was eager to flex for her, and further challenge the tailoring.

    He waited for her decision, also tortured with heat, and shifted excitedly when she moved onto her knees. That alone was enough to keep his own company for many stolen moments. Reyna Lobelia, pride of the city socialites, purity of all the girls in her generation - on her knees with light bouncing between her legs, reaching for his fliers. Confused about her own feelings. He gasped when she took it out. It was all too happy to touch her face and it almost made him weak in the knees. He noticed something when she was presented with it. She inhaled in the same way he'd seen when she entered his room, sometimes, filling her head with his notes. To think she'd be so inclined with the musk around his cock. Oh, he understood something about her then. Something he must use against her in the future. For now there was no need. She was being such a good little sister, already. Her little hand on his monstrous thing. Ah, everything about her became a picture he'd save for later. It made a pearl of precum for her. She wouldn't know what a compliment that was. It swelled back when she squeezed, letting her know how strong it was, and how ready. His jaw dropped when her eyes looked for his, asking him to show her how to do this. From above he could see her tits and face, and kneeling body. It was almost too much when she held his cock, like she would hold his hand in new places, imploring him to lead.

    "It's not too much. It's made exactly for you."

    And he nodded. Yes, that was a promise. He'd always be there for her when she needed this. And to think she called him brother at the tail end of it. She didn't know what a beacon of sexuality she was. It was just pouring off her, much like the honey between her legs. He swallowed, maintaining his air of authority, when she cuddled her face to his cock. How was it possible for a woman to be so incredibly sweet and so devastatingly erotic at the same time? He'd always put so much heart in how innocent she was, and how he ought to safeguard it, but now he could never unsee how it all really just lead to lewdness. Her greedy nose dragged in again. Adorable little sister, so attached to brother's sweat and personal scent. He held on to composure as her tongue made its way over the sensitive underside. Small and pink, but so brave. The pearl was quickly eaten and he thought he might burst then, to have defiled her palled like so, and for her to have done it herself. His hips almost rolled when her tongue did, and his balls felt good in her hands. Most girls forgot about them on their first tries. It meant his sister had a talent for this, even if her large eyes were so worried and new. He encouraged her with stroking her hair. But he liked when she was so eager to please, so he didn't let the approval all the way to his eyes.

    But she couldn't step out of her own timeline, and she ended up with the beginners mistake. His head had a new angle, waiting while she simply suckled the limb without adding needed friction for his pleasure. Like she indeed was having a melting snack instead of one that would produce if she was good to it. Of course, that in itself had its appeal. He was sure many of her quiet male fans would have already thought it was enough. Calum wanted more. Was entitled to more. And then she took it out, that lout unlocking sound and her slathered chin, her shy but expectant big eyes up on him, pure in their colors but slutty in their setting, her face burning red and her mouth swollen from its activity, he couldn't take it anymore. She did find herself on her back. She was coming unlaced by all the things her nerves were telling her, messages for him now. Perfectly pinned, hands over head and pussy eager to be free of her wretched inexperience. Her body knew when she did not. And he'd convene with it now. She begged, and he liked that. He would use it to see more of her. He slid two fingers into her, curled them once to push at the place she'd already confessed to being her weakness, and then he took them out to smear her sap on her nipple. His eyes were on hers.

    "You listen to me, little lady." his voice was dark and deep, to see if he could pull her out of it. But she was already so deep into her own want. It was almost overriding the prude they'd raised her to be. Passion breaks free out of necessity, and does its best work before insanity. "You've been so audacious today. You've not been the sister I raised at all." Scolding, because such can be sweet in the hot throes. "I am going to help you, but you better be good about it." His hand, slathered in her, reached out to take his saber again, and put its blade to her throat as he took his place between her legs. It was a new game now, and he pushed into her without fail. He knew her angle and design since yesterday. It was perfectly shaped after his cock. Sword in his hand, perhaps, but it was Rey who was his sheath. How sordid, that it looked like she was being taken under duress of threat, sword edge at her throat and her hands oppressed. But Rey looked perfect like that, pillaged and restrained. Her cunt was ever welcoming. It had long since understood what this was, and her role in it. Her saliva still fresh on his cock addled with her clear wetness, it made for such lovely sounds when she was made to take a few long stabs to her stomach, by way of her motherly organ.

    She liked looking at him so much, so he kept balance above her by resting his weight on her crossed wrists, and kept her neck where it was with his sword, eyes on hers. Completely nude beauty, and a beast with all his tailoring still on, lancing her faster and faster. Reyna Lobelia was not a lady who preferred silky touches and chocolates and cards to trains. No. When she was like this, dignified Rey liked to be positively wailed on, until she forgot all her manners and polite phrases. "Do you think you'll always get to be all prim, and then leave it to me to dig out your better self?" he was teasing, but the shadows in his Violent You were grave. It would add to her experience, as though this was a chastising fuck. It would stir her up. "You're going to be more honest with me." did she even hear him through all this fucking? Certainly this hall had never listened to this kind of noise before, a new pussy being forced to take it's same blood visitor. But he'd always be there for her. He'd pledged it, hadn't he. A woman becoming. He'd not miss it for the world, but he'd not share it, either. Calum's hips were strong, his strength was the reason she'd been bent to his will like this, sword skills and demanding persona.

    "Now let me see your devotion to be a good sister." he said after a few minutes of relentless fucking, and let the sword fall away again, her hands free. He sat them up, so she'd be in his lap, cock never dislodged. He looked at her expectantly and grabbed her pert ass to guide her to start bouncing. His finger moved closed to the cleft between those cheeks that he'd sent clapping to the floor before. A finger curiously tried her pucker, and his eyes implored her to continue moving by herself. By now she should be mad with want and pummeled to submission. He wanted to see what that looked like on this otherwise well collected and proper girl.
     
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    'It's made exactly for you.'

    Had mother and father known about Calum's perversion of feelings for her as she blossomed with the body of a woman? Had they known all along that he never would have permitted her to leave their home? Maybe they had protected her virtue knowing that she would be served on a silver platter to her brother. Her pussy was a snug fit for his cock, almost as if he were made to be inside of her. That their bodies were compatible in a way that no other man could fill her as he did. Was this their parents plan all along? She wondered if their family had allowed him to practically raise her because she was being groomed to be his lover. Or had he simply decided himself to never let her go?

    The gentle touch of his fingers stroking her hair encouragingly had been all the approval she needed. She had always lived for Calum's praise. His disappointment in her had always been her weakness. Her downfall. If she thought that he was upset with her, she couldn't even think straight. It was hard to carry on with her day if he refused to regard her as someone important to him. Even worse if he was angry with her. She stilled her squirming only when his two fingers slid inside of her with ease, wincing softly as her plush walls hugged the digits. Her hips lifted as he rubbed the sensitive little spot deep inside, heat flooding her body as her lips parted. She looked at Calum as if he were her savior. The only one who could put an end to this heat. The heat that made her feel like an animal begging to be bred.

    A shuddering sigh left her as he removed them, smearing the silk against her nipple. This only made her lean into his brief and all too short touch. She wanted to protest! She wanted to beg him to play with the twin peaks more, to see them disappear into his mouth and relish the heat of his tongue against such sensitive flesh. But she couldn't voice something so perverted. Not to her brother. Not yet. She stilled completely as the rumble of his deep voice reverberated in the quiet of the room. His tone was scolding as if he could hear her greedy hidden desires for his mouth. She flushed, her breath a shallow panting as she nodded, a jerky and eager movement. "I'll be a good girl Calum, I will..." She insisted fervently, tears misting her eyes from the intensity of the moment.

    Reyna felt as if she were a child again. Begging him to let her come along with him when he chose to leave the manor in the middle of the night. Knowing that they were risking getting caught and punished by father, Rey had always been eager to accompany Calum in his every adventure. Even if she were too small, too fragile, to take part in whatever rebellion he had planned. She had always wanted to be a part of his time. A part of him. How fitting that he was now a part of her forever having taken her virtue. Her expression was the same now as it was then. Wonderment. Awe. Looking to him for the wisdom that she lacked. "I'll be good..." She finished in a much softer whisper as he gripped his saber and pointed the blade at her throat, causing her to angle her chin upward and towards him.

    She didn't fight against his wrists or the cock that was about to pierce her again. She only spread her legs and in turn, her cunt parted for him as he aligned it with her entrance. Her breath left her in a shudder as he pushed inside of her, her fingers flexing as she anxiously clenched her fists only to unfurl them. She could only imagine what she looked like. His cock being swallowed by her greedy pussy, glistening with her juices each time he pulled out. The way her breasts jostled from each thrust, her small body moving from the force of them.

    With each stroke inside of her, his cock brushed against her swollen clit, her breaths coming faster as did his thrusts. The tears fell now as his violet gaze bore into her azure eyes, seeing right through her to her filthy core. "F-Feels so good..." She croaked, her expression crumpling as if she might cry, the tears sliding down the sides of her temples and dampening the waves of brunette locks spilled beneath her where she lay. "You feel so good..." She crooned unabashed, despite trying to hold back the little sounds that escaped her.

    It was his eyes looking down into her own that was sending her over the edge. She couldn't run away from who he was. She couldn't deny that being with her brother made her body feel alive. Brought her feelings she had never felt before. Her cunt only grew wetter for him as he spoke, the sounds of just how wet she was became the only sounds in the room apart from their collective breathing and noises of pure ecstasy. She wasn't sure how to answer Calum, she wasn't sure how he wanted to be answered. So she answered honestly, nodding numbly. "No one else can see me like this." She spoke as if she were hiding a great shame from those who centered their time around knowing every aspect of her life and publishing it in the papers.

    "No one can know." No one could know that she secretly loved her brothers cock. That she had given him her maidenhood. That she had let him fuck her and she had loved it. She pleaded even as her body trembled for him, as her back arched against the ground, as her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his buttocks as if to hold him deep inside. The moans that spilled from her lips grew in frequency and volume and still, she didn't look away from him. She wanted him to see the pleasure painted on her expression. She wanted to see his pleasure more than anything else.

    Reyna could barely react as he released her hands and the sword, pulling her against him as he sat them up. A sharp cry left her lips as she settled on his lap, tensing as she adjusted to the new position. She rested her forehead against his, her eyebrows knitted tight together from the intensity. "Deep, you're too deep-!" She frantically mumbled, her hands moving to his shoulders to lift herself up and off of his cock. But she never made it. Sliding up as he grabbed the round cheeks of her ass and slid her back down on his stiff rod. "Ahh! Oh god, oh god-!" She cried, her body quivering, gyrating in his lap as she tried to find an angle that didn't feel like she was being impaled.

    She didn't have time. Calum guiding her allowed her to set her own pace, a pace that started slow as she used his shoulders to grip. Pulling herself up and down as she started to bounce on his cock. Her breasts joining the jiggling that her ass was subjected to. She focused only on how his cock felt inside of her. "Uhh..uhhngh..ahh..god.." She stammered, the moans spilling from her as she heavily pant. A sharp gasp left her as his finger pressed against the tight ring of muscle that was forbidden. The sensation of it being pressed only made the pleasure sear her that much hotter. "D-Don't-" She demanded, her tone clipped though her cheeks were blazing red. It had made her clit feel that much better. But she couldn't tell him that.

    Her arms wrapped around his neck loosely, fingers tangling in the mess of rust and black as night locks, securing him against her as she rested her cheek against his. Her lips near his ear as she raggedly breathed. She slowed her bouncing, her thighs tight as she started to buck her hips out of sheer instinct. "oh god...yes.." She mumbled mostly to herself, with his cock seated completely inside of her, she ground herself against him. Massaging his cock with her pussy with each buck of her hips, quivering around him. "Yes, yes, yes...!" She moaned desperately, moving faster than she had before, sweat slicking her skin.

    Between her ragged breaths, she murmured his name like a prayer. In the throes of passion, she kissed his jaw, moving along his skin with chaste kisses until her hands moved to cup his face. She searched his eyes, her own hooded with lust before she gently claimed his lips as if asking permission. There was no tongue, only a tender offering that she initiated as he stirred her insides.
     
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    Poor thing dissolved when he touched her hair. He wasn't against giving her praise, and acknowledging her. She was lovely when she was being scolded, but she was beautiful when she got her way, too. He didn't pity her anymore. If she lived for his approval then she would have a rich existence. Had he meant to have this kind of control of her, all along, when he let mother and father nurture her like this? Listen to Calum, trust your brother. Their parents hadn't hesitated, and neither had the little girl, who would seek her sibling out like a god when she was in turmoil. How uneven they were, when all the power she didn't hold was given to him, and all the power she had for herself was also put before his feet. His responsibility. And this was what he chose to do with it.

    And there it was. He'd seen it a few times. When she was playing too hard in the gardens and he put her in shade and a glass of water in her hands to calm her blush. Her eyes in painful gratitude when his fingers promised at her release. Two digits strong, her coming absolution and freedom from the oppressive want he had whipped up. Everything was stacked against the little heroine, but she'd learned to want nothing more than the suffering and toil of arousal, so that her triumph over it, her fall off its edge, could be all the more liberating. She had so much shining honey for him - made herself into a treat for his eyes. He was a happy brother when she promised to be good. Ah. She was in a good state to receive more pleasure. He had ripped another wall of parchment she'd put up - pretty barrier that had little hope to shield her from him. Good girl - that's all he wanted.

    She loved him as she had, it was spelled out in her worship. Finally, he was winning over the world that she wanted to see. Such vicious hubris in the boy that had to become a man too early for her sake. Yes, sister, I am that deity you're looking for. The silver line of the blade that he threatened her with was just ornamental then. Maybe the chill of the metal could give her something for the aches and fires he was pillaging her with. Because it wasn't a threat she needed. An expensive choker, laid on her throat to make the viewer reminisce of a collar, of captivity.

    It was almost too much, the way she let her self be laid down, trusting him. The only anxiety that she held on to was her worry that she might not be exempt from the wants that had infested her, were eating her alive. To rescue her, with his endless love and mercy, he put it in where she needed it the most, and her huff of air was such a beautiful token of thanks. Be grateful for my cock, Rey. What a holy whore she was being, like any sister of faith waiting for providence. Oh, she flattered him and raised his ego when she was like this, and it made his treatment of her firm, but it was a loving kind of abuse. Exactly like she wanted. Beautiful, clean, upstanding whore.

    He watched her blue gems overflow and drown her face and wet her hair. Nothing was too intimate, and he had orchestrated her downfall into his arms just like this. How decadent to feast on this picture, her body splayed and her legs apart to show off just how much juices he was eliciting from her pussy. It was crying more than her eyes, even, for its own rapture. He knew what he was doing to her in having her clit catch on his cock in either direction. As he was good with the saber, he was better with his flesh sword. She would die many times on it. And she would beg for her own murder. She was being honest, there on the mat, and he was being a bully for making her say it, declare it, but siblings tease, don't they? After repressing her heart for so long - he had no doubt she'd loved him like this for longer than she knew - it deserved to be free while her groin was being ravaged.

    Of course no one else could have this vision of her, this absolute mural of light. His baby angel in her own flesh-bound dead, to be undone with pleasure, the same way a place can be undone with arson. It was gruesome, really, to see the little girl wrenched from the world she knew, and tumbled into another, new, red one. Willing body with those tell-tale legs, holding on to him and keeping them close. Agile new woman, using her limbs to express herself. Don't stop, Sir Brother. Some of the girls he'd had were ashamed, but if Rey was, she was more curious. Look at her, looking at him. She wasn't holding anything back anymore. She'd been pushed this far, now. Her natural song, the guttural, out of tune, delightful arsenal of moans that came out - how distasteful, and how he adored it.

    She screeched like his cock was lethal when he sat them up. Oh, from here it was possible to be even deeper. She tried to get off, the little fool, and he corrected that misunderstanding. You're to stay, right here on the instrument of your undoing. He wanted to continue her torture but he let her have her place against his forehead that she might find comfort. This was something she would have to live through, but not on her own. And she was so brave, taking his cock and starting to move just like the good girl she'd promised to be. More noises like she was being run through with real steel weapons, but she she made it sound so beautiful. Things like Reyna were made for their own tragedies.

    Her one word stutter about his finger going to her little asshole was just a reflex. He had wished for a sister with a talented pucker as well. As long as it was sensation Reyna would have it, it seemed. She had found a way she liked in his lap, and his ear drowned in her tingling breath which made his cock sing, too. She sat, letting him support her while she rolled to make him stir her, it was intimate, and he could feel the very ceiling of her cunt's corridor like that. Little girl was showing him the interior, letting him lift her stomach. Perverted sister, on her second day as an adult, acting like a frolicking brothel girl. He loved it.

    He looked at her, waiting between her palms when she wanted comfort and abuse all at the same time. Of course he kissed Rey back, and when her little mouth took his, he provided pressure to the finger, and let it slide into her virgin back door while her hips were so occupied with finding his cock even deeper. God and his own name were interchangeable on her whispers, and he thought that was good fuel for him. He was matching the piston of his finger with the eager of her own motions. This was all Rey now, fucking herself and loving him in all the ways he deserved.

    He let her have her fun now that she was being so good. It was quite something to have the undubbed goddess of the city's nobles offer her gentle and firm affections while being so insistent with her lower body, and a finger in her rear. She had always been, healthy, athletic even, at least in proportion to her own body. She was doing a good job now, but he knew the energy expelled during skinship was more valuable than in sports. Her adrenaline was laced with love, sure, but that couldn't last forever. He let do what she wanted, use him as the rocking horses they'd sized up for her, until he felt her legs and hips falter. His finger didn't stop exploring her knuckle deep, but her pace would wan.

    He meant to exhaust her and then he'd finally slip out of her ass and hold her too him as he stood. Not a great feat of strength usually, carrying her, but all his attention and power was in his cock. He put her against a padded wall, and started fucking her up it. Their sweat marked the surface, and the claps of their hips were followed by that of her buttocks to the wall. He pinched her suddenly to it, his torso to hers - it was cruel as many things as he had done these last days - so that he could lift her hands that she might hold on to the bar above her. Calum leaned back after that, so he could look at as much of her as possible while his legs helped him stab upward into her.

    Calum had reserves for this kind of game, and he summoned them all now to show his sister a grand time. He pulled out suddenly, indeed like a lance from someone gored, and then turned her around, but leaving her at the same height, holding on to the bar when her ass was offered up to him. He impaled her pussy again, that willing thing that had slathered her legs all the way to her toes now. He fucked her against the wall, his body pressing all of hers, smearing her sweaty tits on the smooth surface as he breathed into her hair, and buried his nose into it, chin on her shoulder and neck. She was made an animal, because he had been one all along.

    This couldn't go on forever, he'd given her a few quakings, and now he needed his. His gasp was low, but when his lips framed her ear shell, it might be loud anyway, and hot. His seed spilled audaciously into her cunt, swelling her stomach and coiling inside her. It was dangerous, and it was perfectly symmetric, his leavings coming home. He tried to rest against her like this, keeping her up mostly by his cock inside her, before he staggered back, still holding on and then sank to sit, with her still in his lap, facing away from him.

    Calum laid down on his back, arms out, cock still in her as he breathed. It was the most he'd ever done in this room, his shirt was soaked, and his vest had lost a button. What a sordid scene, the siblings Lobelia. but how honest it had been, for a moment.
     
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    Distracted by the sweetness of his mouth, Rey only stilled as he slid his finger into the tight ring of muscles that only pulsed around his finger. She winced, a tiny grunt leaving her throat as her brows furrowed, her lips frozen against his own for a moment. Though she found that the sensation fueled the heat of her pussy. Coaxed it into an unbearable ache that needed release. She resumed her bouncing, slow and careful at first as she fucked herself on his finger, his cock kissing her cervix. She was acting the part of a seasoned working girl. Fucking herself on her brothers cock like it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. Panting raggedly against his mouth as she alternated between bouncing and grinding on his hard weapon that impaled her again and again. Feeling the invasion of her ass and knowing that he would inevitably take that hole for himself as well. He had already taken her other two without any qualms. Why would her ass be any different?

    She came around his cock again and again. Each time, she cried out, the desperate pleading sound echoing around the room could no doubt be heard throughout the halls. Rey found she didn't care at the moment. She could only tremble violently from each wave of pleasure that washed over her. Each time her body quivered as it milked him, begging him for his release inside of her. An unspoken, perhaps unwanted, requested. Her pussy was inflamed by the time she had finished nursing her orgasms on his cock, swollen and aching for more like a glutton for punishment. Her nipples were tight. tender to the touch just like her breasts which were heavy with her arousal. Her pace began to slow as she came down from the pleasure high, resting her face in the crook of his neck as he withdrew his finger.

    She loosely wrapped her arms around him as he held her against his body, wrapping her legs around his waist before he introduced her back to the padded wall and began to brutalize her pussy again. "Calum!" She screeched in surprise, a soft scolding tone as he wasted no time in letting her adjust to this new position. But soon, Rey found herself melting from the euphoria. Her legs were loose around his body, kissing along his jaw, his throat as he drove deep inside of her. "God please...please, I can't take anymore-" She simpered breathlessly before he pinned her against the wall, encouraging her grip on the bar above.

    Rey obliged. She always did when it was Calum's request. Reyna would have done anything for her darling brother if it meant that he would be happy with her. Her approval was like a drug. His praise was her reprieve. How many times had she been told to listen to her brother? To do what she was told? To follow his direction? She was led to believe that in following Calum, he would always take care of her. Attend to her needs. Protect her. Ensure that no one would hurt her. He was her guardian, both in spirit and now legally after Father's passing. The man of the house. Rey never hesitated to follow Calum. She would follow him to the ends of the earth if he felt that's where they should go.

    And yet Rey had grown restless. Restless of life in a sheltered indoors. She had wanted to see the world. Experience the things that women her age were exploring. Men. Dating. Marriage. Children. She was a hopeless romantic that had dreamt of how special her first time would be. What her first lover and would be husband would be like. It was something Rey had played over like a movie in her head again and again. She never would have guessed that her brother would play the starring role in reality. Her brother who was buried inside of her recently virginal cunt that now wept for him like it knew that he was the only thing that could make it feel better.

    Calum always took care of her. If Reyna fell, it was Calum that nursed her wounds. It was Calum that kissed the aftermath no matter how old she got. No matter how much she insisted that she was too old for him to kiss her booboos. And yet she relished the heat of his lips every time, a small smile always coming to her face. If Reyna cried, it was Calum's arms that she wanted around her. It was Calum's lap that she climbed into. It was Calum's shoulder that took her tears. If Reyna was angry, it was this very room that Calum encouraged her to release her rage, on him. It was Calum's gentle caresses and kind words that melted her when Rey felt cold towards the world their parents had built for them. It was Calum now that filled her pussy and made her moan unabashed for him, making Rey feel boneless and out of touch with the world all at once.

    She held onto the bar, looking down as Calum leaned back to see his cock stabbing into her again and again. His cock glistening with the juices her body had made for him. Her cheeks were aflame as she swallowed roughly, blue eyes wide upon noticing just how wet she was for him. No doubt there would be her slick on the floor below her. She was shocked into silence, only her heated breath mixed with the sounds of the meeting of their hips could be heard. A groan left her as he pulled out quickly, turning her as she readjusted her grip, crying out loudly as he sank inside of her again. This. This made her feel like an animal in heat. An animal that needed more.

    She sobbed now, her expression crumbling with her tears as he pressed her flush against the wall. To feel his breath washing over her skin, the heat of his face against her own as he rested against her shoulder, the slender column of her neck, was enough to start the rapid climb to yet another release. "Yes, yes, yes...please..." She pleaded with him again and again as he stretched her tender and narrow walls. "Please..." She squeaked, the heat inside of her climbing as she knew yet another orgasm approached. Rey didn't know what she was asking for. She didn't think or care about the risks. All she wanted was to feel her brothers heat in her deepest parts.

    She gripped the bar for dear life, her moans reaching impressive volume as her body began to shudder. "Don't pull out...I want...I want to feel you brother..." She whined, much like the times she had thrown a tantrum with him to get her way. A pleading whine. A desperation as she came on his cock one last time. His name spilled from her lips in reverence as he spilled inside of her. Her hips bucking as her orgasm sought to take all of his seed inside. She groaned loudly, her pussy massaging his cock as it milked him for every last drop.

    She couldn't think about the risk. She could only think about how she felt complete with his cum stuffing her pussy to max capacity. She could only think of the satisfaction that she felt knowing it was her pussy that made him cum inside of her. Rey, try as she might, couldn't shake the sordid thoughts from her mind as her hands released the bar, relaxing against him as he sat them down. Rey remained seated on his cock for a moment, feeling it begin to soften inside as she raised herself off of him. Her hand immediately moved to her pussy, feeling his cum and her juices seeping from her. She flushed, "I've made such a mess..." She murmured softly, not unlike the times she had accidentally broken or spilled something, coming to Calum to tell of her misdeeds to avoid punishment from father. Somehow, Calum always took care of it.

    She turned, looking down at him and taking in his appearance. His heaving chest, his sweat-slicked skin, the way his clothing clung to his frame. She moved to sit next to him, still searching his expression. Rey found that she didn't want Calum to leave her yet. She didn't want him to leave her discarded and filled with his cum. She didn't want him to mark her and carry on with his day until he wanted to see her again. She drew her knees to her chest, not realizing that in doing this, she exposed her tender pink pussy to him. Evidence of his orgasm smeared on her silken bare lips. She rested her chin on her knees, reaching out to sweep the sweat filled locks from his forehead as she looked into his violet yous.

    "Take a bath with me." It wasn't so much a question as it was a demand. The brattiness coming out in Rey as she softly commanded him. They hadn't bathed together since they were children. Mother and Fathers room was now no longer in use. And Rey knew they had a large garden tub that would easily hold them both. Somewhere where they could rest. Somewhere where they could talk. Gods, Rey wanted to talk. She wanted to ask so many questions that she couldn't even put into words. Didn't know how to put into words. She wanted to pick apart his mind and know what he was thinking.

    She wanted him to face what he kept taking from her. "In Mothers room." She grew nervous of impending rejection, her fingers shakily stroking the strands now. She didn't care if he didn't want to talk. She didn't care if she didn't get answers today. She would get them someday. She wanted him to look her in the eyes after the passionate lovemaking had finished and let the weight of what was building, no, what was changing between them, sink in.
     
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    He was incredibly satisfied to see his sister be so accepting of the finger in her tightest decimal crevice. Her training there wouldn't have to be so forced then. It would be a great pride of his if he could make her a woman who could boast it as a fever point. It was his favorite place, after all. Poor Rey found her rapture many times with his digit stirring her dirty, and his cock pounding at the very end of her slick expanse. He hummed when she announced her orgasms, wanting to encourage that. He didn't need a coy little sister to withhold her pleasure from him. And how indecent that she would be moving on her own, and her bouncing kept her ass with friction from his finger. How many girl were introduced to such daunting games first, only to have to take the lead in them not a moment later? Little Ms. Lobelia was becoming prolific in this. She was in the middle of her metamorphosis, and he quite liked the butterfly he was creating, he hair flapping like dark wings as she moved herself for pleasure. If there should have been some kind of mercy for her, for all her goodness, he didn't give it. Reyna Lobelia found herself against the wall all too soon.

    She had no strength left, but he did, and she experienced that. Oh, she was made to be bullied, and she responded soon. He knew her now. Knew her cunt had so much experiences to catch up on. To not have touched herself, no wonder her lower mouth was starving to eat. She might be complaining with her voice, which was delicious always, but her hands still held on to the bar, didn't they? She couldn't lie to him, not anymore. She was her most beautiful when she was obeying. And perhaps when her body rebelled against her. Her mute, dumbfounded expression when she looked between them at the mayhem of her own lustful pussy being punished sweetly and violently, was also gorgeous. She was learning too, of her own deeply rooted slutty nature. A her that was kept back in the ballrooms and tea breakfasts. A wild her that wanted all the good oppression he could hand her.

    A begging woman with her hands up, her tits waving with his eager. He would oblige even if she might not know with what. She could be so honest when she was made to. He knew exactly where her pleasure hid, it's hiding place opened to him now, and he knew what frequency it would take to release her. But then, suddenly, the mother in her knew. No one had taught her, but there it was, the desire for his seed. He'd made her crave it, and when she started vibrating miserably in the face of her oncoming delight, he fed it, hard and straight, and she came just as she ought, around his own acute enjoyment. It was a hefty amount, he was healthy and he adore her, after all. Reyna was entitled to his cum. He gasped for the rush, but also for the inherent skill in her cunt, holding on better than her mouth, and pulsing around him to shuffled his cum into herself. Even naïve Rey would know what the result of something like this might be, but it was overridden in her, by her obsession for it. Oh, what genes did she have that her body was so greedy for this? He didn't mind. He'd be her treasure cove of cum, his little sister with the darling sweettooth for this. He'd make her a raving, insistent addict. How much he loved her for deeply wanting to be marked by him, to grow something inside her for him. Perhaps she didn't realize, but her marrow and womb had already given up to him.

    It seemed to fundamentally soothe her, his fertile leavings in her belly. She was calm after letting go of the bat, sitting there on him with the plug of his fat cock in her cunt now shaped after him. She was there for a while, and then she moved, and the gape of her pussy when it was released from his cock's oppression, and the pearly gray slither of his product that followed was almost too lovely to forgive her for. How innocent she was, holding her hand to her gored, parted folds to keep his hot signature inside. He smiled at her and nodded. Yes, you're positively incorrigible, Rey. But she appreciated her own state too. There was no fret. Nobody was here to judge Ms. Lobelia for screaming and moaning and pleading for her brother's boiling lather. She was pretty and natural, freshly had, on the mat. He was content too, because his sister was settling into the role he'd given her. She wasn't running or being tart about it, anymore. He wondered if this was a new, common thing, or if he'd have to keep teaching her like a pet, expending her energy so she would be good.

    He let her touch him. It was rather rewarding, actually, to have her behaving like this after all his eager. She was being as amicable about the act of fucking as she would be with any other activity. Maybe they were finding their pace as siblings again, sans this new thing between them. When he sat up he tucked himself away and looked at her. A nymph fully nude. He almost regretted putting his cock away when he could see the dilated shadow between her swollen, darkly blushing lips, slowly producing what he'd left there onto the mat. How could she not know how incredibly sordid this was? He loved her all the more. He'd only teach her shame when he was angry, and even then he'd let her revel in it, let her love it like he'd taught her how to like the bitterness in some treats.

    He was her brother again when she asked. His head fell to the side and smirked to the other, some of the strands she'd laid back falling down again. "To mother's room then." He stood and took a few steps back. He'd seen the faults in her motions, the strain in her turn once off his dick. He needed to bully her one last time. But it wasn't maliciously meant. At this distance she'd have to get up on her legs to reach him, and that's exactly what he assumed she wouldn't be able to after that ringer of a tup he'd given her. He held his hand out, tall brother just a few strides away. And if she tried and wasn't able to, he'd let her fall half way before he scooped her up. That's right, little one, I fucked the walk right out of you. If she was able to come on her own he'd of course still get her up into his arms, and carry her where she wanted. And spill little kisses on her cheek and neck on their way. She was his precious girl again, but with a new tint, and new ways of making him happy.

    The water of the clawed tub was filling the decadent tiled space with steam soon. Calum had disrobed, proud bare shoulders far from his narrow, long body, bone complexion fading with the vapor like his aura was bleeding out. She remembered the hanging limb from before, but it seemed stately and threatening here, not as aggressive as was when standing. But perhaps if she was to act up, she'd know its wrath again. Their parents had kept the fine old designs, and the room had maintained its old splendor. People many generations ago had been as nude as this sister and brother, now. His eyes were ever present, set apart with their color, like hovering astral things, parts of some exotic star, visiting this foggy land at the beginning of primordial life. He was first in the water, and had his hand out again, to where he'd placed her to wait on him. Reyna knew well the art to wait for men when they did their work. Poor, sore thing.

    Out of nostalgia, or perhaps perversion, an old plastic toy of hers that had become ornament on one of mother's shampoo shelves bobbed up and down there - a colorful ghost ship of a trinket, lost at a sea where a giant god chose to sit. He would have her with him soon, and then he'd kiss her neck when her spine married his torso. "You're a good little sister, aren't you, Rey?" she could have every one of his affections now that she was humoring him. He wasn't done showing her the mixture of reprimand and reward that she craved deep in her developing tastes, but for now he'd indulge her. He held one of her tits and squeezed it carefully, half of it submerged. Last they'd bathed together they'd been rambunctious, playing. This was a new energy for them and the water. Calum dotted her temple with is noble nose. "Because you want me to be a good big brother."

    And that was the new edge to their family, wasn't it? He could be this ginger guardian, a very generous deity with so much power, given to him by man and father and himself - a true well of gifts. But if she wasn't who he thought she ought to be, if she wasn't something he deemed perfect enough to pat on the head, he'd become a slaver, an owner. It is like this with any figure of worship. Without its cruelty, it has no function because it has no stern influence. He let himself rest back against the enamel slope, and breathed in. He'd honestly just wanted means to keep her with him first, but now that everything was so perfectly out of hand, he had new plans and dreams for her. Rey was settling into a new normalcy, and he'd eschew it for his benefit as time went on. In the end, she wouldn't just let go of her flighty tendencies, she'd forget them entirely.
     
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    In the safe and private confines of the room, Rey didn't have to hide. She knew that no one would interrupt Calum when he was training. And no one would interfere with the room if they heard her lewd cries echoing within. Would they know that he was the cause of her song? She could be honest with herself here and with him. No judgment. No fear of being found. It was just her and her brother. As humiliating as it was for her to open up to him, she didn't hold back this time. Her body was being more honest than her mind. She couldn't deny its reaction to his cock stirring her up. To how feverish her kisses had become when she tasted him on her tongue. The feeling of a single digit twisting inside of her tightest hole. She had loved it all. Only when they were alone.

    Rey may have been sheltered but she wasn't ignorant. She knew what cum meant. She knew what unprotected sex could cause. And given their relationship, she should have been horrified. Rey was even more horrified that she found herself craving the risk. She hadn't hesitated to beg her brother to fill her. She had wanted to feel the heat of his cream deep inside her fertile core. She hungered to feel his cock spasming inside of her with each spurt as her walls fluttered around him, taking it all in. She found that the idea of his seed taking root in her womb, her belly growing with what belonged to her brother, made her burn even hotter. This was something she couldn't admit aloud. Something she didn't understand herself.

    Rey knew that anyone who entered this room would smell the scent of sex. They would find their combined juices that now smeared the mat after having leaked from her battered orfice. She breathed a sigh of relief as Calum easily agreed. She looked up at Calum as if silently asking for his aide and yet he stood feet from her. She frowned, hands finding purchase on the mat as she shakily tried to stand. The trembling was visible, her legs wobbling like that of a freshly born doe. Still, she tried to maintain her grace when she took a step towards him, her legs threatening to buckle already. One more step and that's exactly what happened. Her cry of surprise cut short as her brother rushed to the rescue, gathering her in his arms and holding her close.

    She buried her face against his chest, hiding the blush in her cheeks against the fabric of his vest now slick with sweat. She relaxed in his arms, a soft hum of approval leaving her each time his lips found her still heated skin. She didn't open her eyes to see which path Calum was taking to mothers room. Did he decide to carry her petite naked form through the halls? Did anyone see them? She couldn't think of such things now. She didn't realize how exhausted she was. She hadn't had a meal since the brief taste of chocolate the morning of her birthday. And Calum stole the rest of her energy by fucking her like an animal waiting to be bred. It was satisfying exhaustion. One Rey had never felt before.

    Her feet only hit the floor once they were in the bathroom, relishing in the heat of the steam as Calum took off his clothing. Her gaze was curious, trailing along his body and lingering on the flesh weapon that had defeated her twice now. She swallowed roughly, embarrassed that she was ogling her sibling at all. "I'm sorry for staring." Rey's gaze was now downcast. She had been taught that to ogle was a show of bad manners. Disrespect. A lady should only give someone her eyes when they spoke to her directly. Otherwise, her gaze should remain on the floor when in the presence of a man. When had she started viewing Calum as a man and not just her older brother?

    It was only when he offered his hand to her that she placed her own in his and allowed him to help her into the bath. She relaxed with a breathless sigh as she lay against him, exposing her neck further as he kissed her there. She reached for the nostalgic toy, fiddling with it nervously as it bobbed in the water. Her mind was still reeling that within just one night, everything had changed for them. She could never look at Calum the same. And yet he seemed to be unaffected. She savored his affections that left her wanting more. "I try to be." She simpered honestly. A soft gasp leaving her kiss-swollen lips as his hand found one of her tits, the action already stirring heat within her again. She squirmed slightly, detesting the fact that the ache never seemed to end around him. Her nerves were always on end, craving more.

    She nodded stiffly in agreement. Yes, that's exactly why she wanted to be good for him. She couldn't stand the idea of him raising his voice with her again. Not like last night. Not when he broke down doors like the monster in the fairytales he read to her as children. Not when he towered over her like he might devour her whole in his rage. She had never felt like prey until now in his company. She never wanted to coax that side of him out again. She would do whatever it took to keep him happy with her. "I want to be the best little sister I can be...for you." She whispered, her heart already beginning to beat faster. If there was ever something that Reyna could never stand, it was the idea of Calum being angry with her.

    Still, Reyna wished for the normalcy that she had been so close to. This wish was now buried deep inside, buried by the instinct to survive and maintain her relationship with her brother. To keep things how they had always been. The part of her that had wanted to leave had been halted. She had dreamt of marriage, of children, of dating like a woman her age should. And all of that had been ruined. He had awoken a pervertedness within her body that had never been. Her pussy had cum for him easily, her voice had cried for more and none of it had felt unnatural. Being naked in Calum's arms didn't scare her. And that's what scared her the most.

    "How long...have you...." She was flustered now, her words stammering. "...wanted this?" She couldn't look at him when she spoke, choosing to look at the white tile in front of her and now his hands touching her body. Rey couldn't voice the things she wanted to voice the most. But she had to try. "I don't want to upset you...I just want to know..." Surely he owed her that much. After what he had taken from her last night. "Am I...Is this...special to you?" Or was she just another girl that he wanted to bed. Did he even look at her as his sister when she was beneath him? Or was he ashamed that his body wanted hers? Rey was trying so hard to understand.

    She released the toy in the water, her hand coming to rest on his wrist, stroking his forearm absentmindedly in a soothing fashion. "If you've felt like this..." How painful it must have been not to tell her. To keep it to himself every time she came to him. Everyime she wanted his attention, his affection, everyday. She forgot about her own desires that had been snatched from her. The red envelope that had made him so angry and the envelope before that which had started it all. She turned in his arms to look up at him regardless if he looked down at her or not. Her expression was soft, empathetic. But she tore her gaze away from him, losing her nerve.

    "I love you, Calum..." He should know this. Reyna Lobelia had always looked at her brother like he hung the stars in the sky every night for her. He was her home. "I never meant to upset you." This was her apology that she hoped he would accept. She knew that her leaving would upset him but she had never wanted to hurt him. She hadn't expected him to react so strongly to her wishing to leave. Could he see how remorseful she was for breaking his heart? Had he punished her body enough with his own for her transgressions? She silently hoped that Lionel didn't return for a few days at the least. His presence had only made the tension between the siblings higher.
     
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    He had maintained the princely benevolence while she tried to stand. She did it well. Her poise held up like granite. But then it broke like porcelain from far falls. She crumbled just like the likeness, and he darted forward without that fretting expression in his face that suggested he was surprised by her faltering legs. It is reassuring to see someone save you without worrying. She was light of course, ass exposed as she hung in his arms like a bride. But the point of such a joined wedding march is that the girl needs to be untouched, and by the swell of her labia, and the thick dripping from it, she had indeed been involved in something lurid. He still nuzzled her as he took her to the room she wanted, and deeper still. He would always carry her. She would always be his darling little sister.

    She stood well. No fussing. No attempts at angry rebellion when he left here there to serve her up the perfumed soup that they'd gently cook in. The woman in her recognized his shapes, the life-encrusted details and the life giving thing that had deposited in her upon her own request. He'd grinned when she apologized. He'd been bred enough into a narcissist that he wasn't foreign to the idea that he was worth the worship of others, simply on merit of his physical blessings. He'd worked hard in that gym long before she'd laid on the floor, and written her want for him in her own juices. "Are you, though?" he tested with humor in the dark of his smile. He wasn't sorry. He didn't hate that she extended her learned demeanor here. They'd engraved this behavior into her for the grand dinners and large halls she'd visit and host in, not for when she was with a man like this. The contrast was electrifying - a ballroom mannered girl, nude with him.

    It was natural, despite the taboo of it, when she joined him. Delicate hand in his decisive one, until she sat with him, and her body relented some tension. Of course, she couldn't completely let go of the aches he'd provided her with. Her body had plenty of places that would be sore for some time. He didn't mind gifting her the hurts, but he liked soothing them too, if she was good about it. And Rey was being exceptional, now. What a long way she'd come on just her second day. Perhaps this was where things had been headed, all along. Her neck tasted like her, the old her, and the steam carried more of her beautiful scent into his nose. What could he do but grin when she played with the toy, a streamlined blue and pink boat, more like a long egg where most of the motif was faded, the captain barely visible anymore - a smooth thing, cheap but apparently sturdy, given the length of its life.

    She listened so well, enjoying the water with him. And she reacted so naturally to his claiming of her floating breast. Like this was all natural. The former Rey wouldn't have any of it. She wouldn't have known what to do. Good little sister. "Then you have to try harder." it was encouraging but also a bit stern. He loved her more than he needed to breathe, but he would also never stop trying to make her into what she ought to be. That's how they'd all raised her. That was his relationship to her. In his eyes, he was put here to improve on Rey, and he'd never shirk his duties. Just look at her now. She had endless potential. A whore and madonna, all contained within the same pretty girl. He squeezed a little harder when her thought about it, to have all that Rey had ever been, soft edges and gentle voice, while still getting to sample her new, redder sides at night.

    He recognized this voice in her. She had coy questions before. While she was innocent, she was human. and wonderings akin to these - though distantly related - had crept out of her as a child. It was strange hearing it now, with his seed still in her. He'd also been surprised, hadn't he, when he got that damned acceptance letter. All this fury had already been simmering as some other flame. But he didn't know. just like she hadn't known this was in her. He shrugged a little and let her breast be, even if she was so allowing. "I've always loved you, Rey." It was true, but perhaps not entirely relevant. "You're a beautiful creature. I've always wanted to be with you. Didn't we promise we'd be together forever?" Under the blankets, when she was afraid and worried she'd always be afraid, her little hands around one of his so he'd have one free to fight off the bird with long spiderlegs for wings he'd read to her about. He believed that promise, had trusted in it because it had been on his shoulders, it was when he realized she had a part in keeping it too, and that she wasn't fulfilling her end of the deal by wanting to leave that he'd felt betrayed and angry.

    He would be lying to himself if he thought he didn't like when she was so mindful of upsetting him. It made him feel powerful. Without knowing, Calum was being pleased by the things they'd taught her. Feed his ego, reap his strength for your own. He'd never deny her anything if she acted like this. He inhaled and it was almost a gasp when she asked her next thing. He already knew the other women were grating on her. Sometimes when she learned about some new girl she'd be agitated, and if she knew that it showed, he'd see her squeeze her own hands or wrinkle the skirts of her dresses silently. "You're very special, Rey." he assured her and kissed below the ear he'd spoken into. "I'll always love you the most." Poor sister, eager to understand her place in the hierarchy in his heart. She had all of it. That's why he'd become so angry, and why he'd fucked her so hard.

    He let her turn and stroked the low of her back. He wasn't above her sympathy, the one that pooled in her light eyes. He'd always wanted to be understood by his sister, and perhaps now she was mature enough to see it all, even the things he'd had to protect her from, before. They had an understanding finally, and his face crumbled when she gave him love in so many words, and apologized. He turned to the side when tears fell, but he let her see them soon. He didn't need to hide from her. This wasn't a struggle for power anymore. Rey was home with him again. He cried without swallowing his sobs and held her tight to him. This body that he'd ran through with his cock, she was now for another kind of comfort. He'd suffered when they were in limbo, when he didn't know if she'd understand his love for her, and what it did to him. They were a family again.

    They were like this for a while, and then he kissed her. It was salt because of him and he breathed a laugh. He stroked her cheek. "We're good now, aren't we?" it was almost as though he decided it right there, while she was sitting in his lap, over his cock. "You'll still be my little sister, and I'll always protect you. Our house." He was willing to compromise a little when she was meeting him like this. He kissed her again and let his fingertips ride the ridges of her spine until her tailbone and further down, stroking in the valley of her ass before that hand fanned out and up, to repeat the process. "You'll do what you always do. And with time I'll let you wander off." Little jaunts. To the city. Her own adventures. "As long as you come back and respect curfew." It hurt his heart but he understood her need for freedom. It wouldn't be so much. If he could trust her, perhaps he'd let her go for a couple of days at a time.

    "But you have a woman's duties now." he added, moving her palm to his chest, over where his heart was buried. He kissed her again, and it was firmer. They couldn't go back. He'd turned her into an addict whether she would say that about herself. His other hand led her other one to his cock. She would know what he meant even if he didn't mean for her to do it now. It was an intimate moment, with her palms on the loves that he offered and expected. "You're going to listen to me, aren't you Reyna? And I am going to let you have the things you want as a woman, too." It was exciting, seeing her grow without the threat he'd felt of her leaving. He supposed it wasn't unthinkable she hadn't learned all her lessons, but he decided to think highly of her. He could take her growing up if it was next to him. Calum smiled gently and nodded to her, so that she'd answer and confirm his stipulations.
     
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    'Then you have to try harder.'

    Rey's lips parted as she mulled this over in his mind. She had always tried to be the perfect sibling. The perfect daughter. She never spoke out against whatever demands had been placed upon her. She had never challenged anyones chosen direction for her life. Not until last night. And her rebellion had quickly been crushed. She had learned quickly that she wasn't a free woman. Rey had thought that her birthday meant freedom to leave. How wrong she had been. It had only made her available for her brothers taking. Had there been some unspoken agreement between her parents and Calum? Had this been what she had been preparing her entire life for? A life of servitude and looking pretty for her beloved older brother.

    Rey had never so much as raised her voice until Calum had bullied her into submission. Pushing him, slapping him, had been the first taste she had ever had of standing up for herself and what she wanted. It had gotten her nowhere. Not minutes after her little tantrum, she had been pinned beneath his body while he invaded her virgin sheath as she cried out for him. That was her lesson. Challenging Calum had been pointless. She couldn't fight against his strength any more than she could win against him when they fenced. She had given him her greatest value as a female and stripped away any thoughts of marriage from her mind in the process. She had promised to stay with him and had lost her freedom to leave for a fun filled day with Lionel. She had lost it all. Was that not enough?

    A breathless sigh escaped her as he returned her sentiment. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. And yet it did. Because love meant something different now between them. The tension drained from her muscles as she looked back up at him. Yes, they had promised they would be together forever. When Reyna was hardly nine years old, she was told that when she was of age, she would be betrothed to whoever could benefit their family the most. Age was not relevant. It wouldn't matter if she loved or even came to love the man in question. She would be sent away to secure financial stability. Image. Heirs. She had been overcome with disgust and fear, most of all. The fear that she would be ripped away from her brother.

    Without hesitation, she had thrown a tantrum. It was perhaps the only time that she had yelled at Father. She had declared that she couldn't marry another man because she would be marrying Calum when she was of age. She wouldn't listen to him tearing down her dream of being with Calum forever. Her heart had broken that day as she fled the room and ran straight for his. He had been in the room during the conversation but Reyna had waited for him to return to his own chambers where she had nestled herself into his blankets, surrounded by his scent as she hiccuped and sobbed. She had made him promise her again, as she had many times before, that he would always be with her. That he would always be hers.

    Maybe that's why it had irked her each time she had taken a different woman into his chambers. A betrayal that Rey couldn't justify.

    She had melted as he kissed her ear, whispering sweet words against the shell. Rey had always been greedy for his attention. This was no different. "I want to be the only one you love." She didn't want to be compared to the other women. She didn't want to be number one in a line of many. She realized that her statement was childish, something that she would have said when she actually had been a child. She lowered her head, ashamed at having even said such a thing, her cheeks hot as she waited for the embarrassment to pass. What had gotten into her? To be so demanding when she was the one that had wanted to leave in search of a man to be at her side and give her the life of a wife and a mother that she ached for?

    Rey's heart caught in her throat, pounding frantically as he turned away from her. She could feel his sorrow before he had ever shown his face to her. To see tears in his eyes coaxed tears from her own. How much pain had he endured to keep her safe at his side? How much pain had he felt as he hid his feelings from her? She pressed her body flush against his, sliding her arms around him as her hands shakily stroked his back soothingly, "Shh...I'm here...I'm not going anywhere..." Rey cooed softly, tears making her tone waver as she nuzzled against him. If it was going to cause him pain, she would never leave his side.

    She only looked up from his chest when he shifted, returning the gentle kiss and smiling as he laughed. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as he spoke. She nodded, biting her lip nervously. Even with her desire to stay with him, she didn't know what it would entail. "I'll always be your little sister." She confirmed, searching his gaze before he kissed her again, shivering as his hands trailed along her body. It was when he spoke of allowing Rey freedom that her expression lit up. Her heart pounding at the thought of being able to stay with Calum and yet have the freedom to explore the city again. "You mean it Calum? You'll let me go off on my own?" She murmured incredously, her gaze almost supicious. What had changed his mind?

    She swallowed, "Of course I'll always come back. I wouldn't break curfew." It sounded silly to think of needing a curfew at her age. Or from her brother no less. But at this point, she would take what she could get. Though her excitement at adventures faded as he moved her hands into place. Her fingers splayed against his chest as they rested over his heart, her other hand gently yet firmly gripping his cock. Her blush crossed her cheeks, reaching her ears as he expected an answer. She nodded slowly, "Yes, yes, anything for you brother..." She simpered, "I'll do whatever you want me to do for you." She trusted that he wouldn't abuse that trust and power over her by making her do something that would result in getting caught by someone.

    Though Rey was still curious. She had to know and she had to know now while Calum was opening his heart to her. "Is this how it will always be?" She continued searching his face, "We will never marry, never have children?" Her pussy throbbed as if reminding her of the risk she had begged for him to take. Eventually, people would notice. People would ask questions. People would wonder why the attractive, wealthy Lobelia children never found suitors or started families. "What if someone sees us?" She could only imagine the shock of anyone that knew them finding Rey with her mouth stuffed of her brothers cock or Calum taking her against the wall as she cried for his cum. What would happen then? Was Reyna to be his unspoken wife now?
     
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    He grinned at her possessive outburst. Though little, she'd rippled the water and upset the whips of white in it with her intent. For a moment she was that strong woman that could head the Lobelia household. But she retracted from that flare quickly, which was equally lovely. She'd not grown in to her powers yet, and she certainly wouldn't be permitted to practice them on him. There was an order to things, and this beautiful blush that she wore for her small staking a claim was part of it. She had been taught to be her own regulator, her own leash. It was simply their spells taking affect on her. His little sister, constantly imploding on herself. She was a wonderful, budding collection of young, ever unfolding tragedies. Such a decadent thing to get to enjoy her. A human piece of art.

    "Then you will be. If you're good Calum will love you the way you want." He'd refer to himself like this when they were younger. It was an exact line from their bedroom hideway moments. She used to be filled up by that sentiment. Because Rey was always good, and he'd never said it as a condition, only encouragement. Sometimes other girls teased her for being too naïve, and she'd confided in him then. Too good, they'd said, but he made it a thing to be proud of, when he connected it to his adoration and approval. Now, between two naked people come of age, perhaps it did sound like a requirement rater than a guarantee. Something in Calum had awakened to the deliciousness of getting to control her after all, even if he'd never waver in his lover for her, only his mood.

    He felt validated when she soothed him. Rey was his comfort when he needed it, and it felt strangely perfect to feel her motherly side when they were together in the tub. She had all the makings of a very gentle caretaker. It was natural that he wanted that for himself. He nodded demurely into her soft touch and let her give him what kindness she thought his distress was owed. This was real, her empathy, her loving heart. He'd relish in it when he could. He needed it. Here in the water, they were what they wanted to. Encased in tile and steam, they could be honest because the world didn't require the steady stream of lies they'd been supplying it with all along. She'd loved him the way he wanted as a little girl. There should be no shame for her to live it now.

    He realized he'd done her a great evil, when she was so elated at his allowance. It was minuscule for what a woman her age might be owed. A pittance of the adventures in other parts of their country, even other lands, but look at her - she glowered with want for it. A part of him was happy too, to please her with such small morsels. She was so resigned to being his, a mouse in his house, that this was almost a chock to her. At the very least it revealed her dedication to the new order of things, and that in itself should earn her a reward. "Yes. I'll worry for your safety, of course, but I'll let you take jaunts outside, longer and longer, and further and further. You'll have to consider my heart too. Even when you've earned my trust, I still don't trust the world with you."

    His heart sounded faster under her fingers and his cock benefited from that blood, too, when she promised to be good. He was still a man, after all, and even the brother in him liked the way she swore her obedience. Oh, how obscene it was that her lovely oaths like this were so obviously lewd, too. He was perhaps going to do something about it, when she continued the conversation. How odd and arousing, that she'd speak so candidly while touching his hungriest limb. This was a new normalcy, then. He kissed her cheek softly. "Don't you be afraid of what others think. People see what they want." He'd only thought about it briefly, but there were many ways they could play their own theater. He rolled one of her dark tendrils of brunette around one of his fingers. He wanted to put her at ease.

    "We'll do anything we want in this house. In secret. It'll be exciting and private, just you and me." She'd liked private things as a girl. That's why she enjoyed alone time with him so much. She'd make up stories just so they could have secrets between them. "And we'll show another thing to the others." he grinned a little. "You like Lionel, don't you?" he asked and it might stir some worry in her. He wasn't about to have a jealous fit. "If you'd want, you could wed him. He'd understand you were only for me in time." Poor Lio, with his open heart longing for Reyna. He was a casualty Calum was willing to accept to keep his sister with him. "He'd be a chaperone. He'd be something of a prop." Cruel, but Calum had to stay on course. Being with her wouldn't be easy. He was willing to pay, and she had to be, too. He leaned into her blushing ear. "And on your wedding night it'll be me in your sheets, darling sister." It was of course exciting to the virile man, too, to learn that his baby sister had thoughts of children of her own. It registered as a great taboo, but he really craved to seed her again, and was haunted by the implications if it took. Rey would be his in another way, then, and the resulting cherub would be a living proof of their love.

    It was a lot to take in for anyone. Calum was ready to be patient. He would humor her now that she was so curious, but without being rebellious. There is a lot you can get out of a man when you're in hot water with him, and your palm is on his heart while your other fingers are touching his cock. He leaned back, arms along the edge of the tub as he looked her over. "I know this is not what you planned, Rey." he said, but it wasn't an apology. Sympathy, maybe, like he would give her when her play-pretend had to meet the reality it sought to escape from. He explained her new attachment and submission to him now like he'd explained why dragons weren't real back then. It was condescending in it's essence, but he didn't meant it that way. He was simply giving her the facts as he had built them. "But this is better for you. This will make you happier."

    He touched her cheek and sighed at how beautiful she was, sticking up from the water like she was any fairytale maiden from any spellbound lake. His thumb brushed over her lips. "And it will make me happy too. That's what you want." Not a question. His touch lingered at her temple before it hung her hair behind her ear. They had sewn the captivity into her heart. She could not be free of that even if she tried to cover it with adventure and discovery. "You would have been lost out there without me. And you know yourself. You would have thought your were living a dream, but it'd just be false. In the end you'd be terribly unfulfilled without me leading you." She could either understand it or trust him. He wouldn't control how she felt about it. "You can still see everything you want, you know. I'll just come along."

    Perhaps there was a bit of their father there, without his need to conquer the world. Calum certainly looked like a prince given the job of a king, reclined as he was on the enamel throne, dressed in pearls that smelled like their scented water. Calum had always been larger than life, been meant for so much. He wouldn't need any of it if he had Rey. His ambition started and ended with her heart, and the rest that he acquired, the continuation of his father's legacy and the inflation of the Lobelia name, it was just vanity. She'd settled so nicely after only two days. He was happy with her at the moment. His cock twitched playfully in its sluggish bend in her hand. He looked her over, admiring a thing that he owned, and smiled, glad. She'd tried the lock on her cage and found it welded together. But perhaps gold prisons aren't so bad when the world outside is filthy and brotherless.
     
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    It felt wrong to challenge Calum. Any inkling that bloomed inside of her that wished to challenge his will quickly was extinguished. She had always been in the position to ask for his guidance, not dictate what he would do and how he would do it. But the idea of giving herself completely to Calum only to let someone else warm his bed alongside her made her furious. With him, at even the thought that he would ever possibly entertain the idea after what they had shared. And at herself for caring about it at all. What stung even more was how quickly she looked up at him when he expressed that he would love her just as she wanted him to if she would be good for him.

    She hated how the nervous flutters began. How excited she would feel knowing that she could be the good girl that he desired. She supposed that she had always felt this way. She had always sought his approval and praise. Father and Mother shaped who she was into a hard mold of what they thought the perfect woman should be. Calum encouraged her to be more. He always had. He stoked the fires of her conflicted adventurous heart. Giving her freedom and yet commanding an iron grip on her leash.

    She listened intently, hanging on to his every word as he spun sweet promises of allowing her more freedom should she build his trust in her. Her expression softening as he finished. The world could be a dark place. It could be cruel and merciless. She hadn't been spared from hearing stories from the help. Stories of murder. Of assault. It had horrified her and yet she felt trapped while enclosed in the same walls she had been surrounded by her entire life. She ached for exploration in a way she couldn't explain. Regardless of the potential danger. She shuddered though to think about what someone might do to a woman of her class.

    A mischevious glint flashed in her eyes as she searched his own. Secrets with Calum had always been her weakness. He didn't have to try to swear her to secrecy. She valued every morsel of privacy she had ever had with him. Treasured each moment like the most precious prize. And this was the biggest secret of all. While it was embarrassing to think of someone walking in on them being so perverse with eachother, it was more alluring to think of hiding from them. "We can hide our love beneath their noses?" There was a curious lilt to her voice, a wry smile tugging at her lips. Her tone was that of a gleeful child as she worded her statement as a question as if asking Calum for permission. Closing her eyes softly as he kissed her cheek, relishing in the heat of his lips.

    Her grin matched his for a moment before he mentioned Lionel. Her grin quickly faded as she lowered her head and her eyes. She wasn't sure how to answer him or what answer would be acceptable. What was it that he wanted to hear from her? She tried to keep her expression blank as she looked up at him but there was concern etched in her features. "Yes, I like Lionel." She started, "But I don't like Lio-" She wasn't able to finish before Calum interrupted. Her shoulders relaxing as she realized that he wasn't jealous, he was planning. She knew this look. The look Calum got when he was trying to find a solution to her problems. Shock overtook her features, her eyes widening further with an accompanying throb in her cunt when he finished speaking.

    "What makes you think that he would accept such an arrangement?" But even Reyna knew better. She knew how Lio looked at her. Even hungrier after she had been taken by Calum. She recognized that look in his eyes. The same look her brother had given her on her birthday. A predator. "What does Lionel get out of it?" His family was not rich but they were certainly not lower class. Would he see her fortune as a worthy payment? Her mind was spinning already. "There's no way a man, even Lionel, would take a wife only to never take her to bed..." She mused, eyebrows furrowing. Unless Calum expected Lionel to also have a claim to her body. "Does that mean I have to sleep with Lionel as well?" She practically squeaked.

    Rey didn't know if she could let someone else inside of her body. Even for the sake of staying with her brother. What kind of marriage involved her never having to serve her husband. Unless Lionel thought the threat of Calum was worth the risk of taking her to bed. She flushed as he spoke of being with her on her wedding night. She giggled, her eyes bright, "So what...we would have Lionel watch his bride being sullied by her brother?" The taboo of it sent heat through her body, her sex unexpectantly began to get wet at the idea. Leaving Rey to briefly fantasize about what that would be like. Calum lifting her wedding dress and diving between her legs, licking her most private place to prepare for his cock as Lionel watched her body being exposed.

    Rey scoffed at the unrealistic idea, even if her heart started to race at the mere idea of it. "And when I'm with child, it will be believed to be his and yet it will be yours...ours..." It was now that her heart really started to pound. The scandal of it all. How could they count on Lionel not telling anyone about the truth? "How would we ask this of him?" She swallowed roughly as he gave her his sympathy. Rey's dreams had been snatched away from her overnight and a new reality had been painted for her. There was no leaving her home. No leaving Calum. And she would have to tell Lionel the truth. The truth that had dissolved the little fantasy they had created. The idea that Rey could ever leave on his train. A nice dream that was now unreachable after the choices the Lobelia siblings had made.

    "It would make me very happy if it were that simple..." She just couldn't fathom Lionel being ready to agree to something so dark. To give up his own chance at happiness and of a marriage to a woman he loved to allow Reyna her happiness with Calum. Unless she was to share herself with both of them. Something she didn't think her heart could take. She sighed shakily as his thumb brushed over her lips, captivated by the soothing sound of his voice and his intense gaze. Nodding softly, "I've always wanted you to be happy." Free of Fathers influence. Free of the strict confines of the rules of the home. She wanted nothing more than to make happy, always.

    Reyna trusted Calum. Above everyone else in her life. She trusted that he knew the world better than she ever would. She wouldn't question him. "You've always kept me safe." She murmured affectionately, one hand coming up to caress his cheek. "I trust you to always know what's best for me." She bit her lip nervously, "I'm sorry that I doubted...how things should be." She finished quietly. She could feel his flesh weapon twitch in her hand, drawing her attention back to it. Her nostrils flared as her eyes traveled down his body back to his cock. She found she was curious. Curious enough to tighten her grip around him and stroke him experimentally.

    Would his body react to her so soon? Would her touch even feel pleasurable in the relaxing warmth of the water? She swallowed roughly as she pumped him steadily, leaning forward to press her lips against his throat, her hot breath washing over his skin. Rey found it hard to resist playing with his naked body when it was laying on full display in front of her. "We don't have to..." She licked her lips, "...do anything. I just want to..." Her thumb brushed over the tip, her movements slow enough that it didn't disturb the water much at all. "I just want to touch you." She whispered against his skin. "Just a little bit and then we can get out." She compromised with him as if he might not want her hands playing with his body.
     
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    It was considerably easy convincing his sister to share secrets with him. Could be he was playing dirty, knowing her so well, that she'd agree to a lifetime of deceit simply so she could have knowing glances with him behind everyone's back. Under their noses, but not aloud. But Calum had to herd Rey now. For her own best, he would have to control her, and he would need to sugarcoat all the dark things they'd have to do. He'd decided, no, his heart had decided for them. If there was to be love, they'd have to arrange a private garden in which it could grow. As always, he would take care of it. So he pandered to her mischievous spirit with a smile that echoed her sentiment. "And nobody will be the wiser."

    It didn't affect his expression much when she admitted to liking Lio. It was for their plan, it'd be strange if she didn't hold affection for the boy. It was one of the reasons Lio was allowed to be so close to Rey. Calum wouldn't have her befriend someone she couldn't stand. So nonthreatening was Lio that he right now did not resister as a competitor. Calum smiled softly, like he did when she didn't understand the rules of a boardgame he was teaching her, or the goal of it, when she stated that she didn't have romantic feelings for the pup with the brown eyes. Lionel and Reyna did well together because they were alike. Perhaps that was why Calum had taken to the boy.

    She did wake from the tale he was spinning, with sobering logic. Why would their dear blond friend accept? "I think out of kindness, Lionel would suffer many inconvenience to himself if it helped others." That was true. Lio wasn't strong in body, and not so resilient or clever, but he had a good heart. He would give his time and efforts if he thought it could benefit another person. "It is just how he's wired. Lionel is of exceptional character." Calum didn't have any problem singing Lio's praises now, when they were basically locking him in to servitude for the rest of his life. It would eclipse what Lio thought he owed Calum for the protection Calum had given in the boarding school corridors, but Calum wasn't opposed to asking, anyway, not if it involved Rey.

    Reyna was suddenly very privy what a man might want, and Calum tilted his head with a curious gaze when she went on about how Lionel might want something more with marriage, but her brother couldn't stay serious when she entertained the notion of having to be shared by two men. He laughed suddenly, it was clear and short. She was still innocent after all. "Ah, don't be so hopeful, you little glutton." he teased and reached to touch her forehead with a single finger, mockingly. Like Lio, Calum knew she would do it, though, if it was by his design. This was all because he wanted to keep her for himself, after all, he'd not devise a scenario where he'd have to share her.

    He thought about how unkind it would be to subject Lionel to the sight of his love being taken by another man. It hurt Calum a bit to think of, a sullen shallow coming to the light of his eyes. But he knew it'd have to be done. "How else will he understand? You're right that he might hope for something. But he'd have to accept that you're mine if he sees us like that, on the night that would have been his right by marriage." It'd be a ritual, and Calum would see it done even if both of his co-conspirators objected. A show of power and a stake of claim is as important as the contract itself. It'd wash romantic notions out of Lio's head.

    Calum made a fond expression, then, the future she offered where she'd nurse a little life in her that came from them both filling him with happiness. She'd been greedy for it before, hadn't she. She'd ordered him to leave his fertile stream in her. She was more of a woman than she thought, and her urges were further along than her mind. Just the fact that she was bringing it up meant she was thinking about it seriously. He'd not been wrong when he called her a glutton, even if it might have been too much to say that she was one intentionally. He could also tell by the additional blush and the new pace of her breathing that she was thinking carnal things, inspired by her own musings.

    "We would ask together." It was as simple as that. Love applied isn't multi-faceted, it is one force that doesn't stop when directed. He knew because he loved her, and Lio did as well. Only Lio's heart wasn't as dark. "I know he thinks the world of me, and we both know he is deeply infatuated with you. He'd give you his heart and all his blood if you let him." If it had been Lio with a saber in his hand, then he would have fought furiously for Rey, even if he'd end up offering less of a challenge. That was the boy's problem. So much will and so little ability. "It won't be easy for us, but we'll do it, and so will he." Lio wouldn't let him down, which was why Calum had tried to think of other ways to solve all this.

    It was cheating to caress her while he convinced her, but Calum would use all the dirty tricks now. He needed her with him for this plan, needed her to be convinced. This would be a new kind of play pretend, and they would have to carry the weight of Lio's sacrifice and match it to their own happiness. Their love would always have come with a cost. Calum meant to shoulder as much of it as he could. He'd be the villain who fucked Lio's wife, and he'd be the bastard who poured poison into his sister's ear so she wouldn't understand the darkness in what they were doing. He could take it because he had to.

    And she was following him on this train. She was melting in the hot water, and she was swayed to think of lewd things again by his little seductions. Poor little thing, with all his strings attached to her nerves, that he could pull and make her move whenever and however he wanted. "Yes, I have kept you safe, and I'll continue to do so." Good. Believe in me like a deity. I'll be one for you, Reyna Lobelia. He'd be relentless and without a soul for her, so that she'd still have her innocent heart. She had always worshiped him, and he would always perform impossible tasks for her sake. Happy - he could only be that if he was with her, in this new way they'd discovered.

    She was making such emotional promises, apologizing for things that had hurt him, while holding on to his cock. It was confusing to him, but she would know he was affected by the stiffness she felt. He nodded to absolve her, she'd paid her debt with her body already. And, like her, he wanted more. His head dropped back and he let her curious fingers move on him. To think he'd made her beg to touch him, that she'd think he didn't want this too. He should explain it to her, now that they were being honest, but he enjoyed this side of her too much. He sighed with delight before he lifted his head again, at his pretty innocent sister, now a veritable harlot.

    "Then go ahead and touch me, baby sister." he said and brought her head closer to his by cupping the back of it. He kissed her carefully and groaned quietly so she knew she was doing well. His heart was in her hand when she pumped. "Use your other hand too." he taught her and kissed her forehead. He enjoyed this kind of tutoring much more than in the fencing gym. Calum held on to her hair a little, pulling to bring that slight pain to her scalp. He shook her head. It was subtle but it was aggressive. Rey liked being choked and fucked hard, he was sure hairpulling was on the menu as well. His sister wanted to be manhandled. He'd seen it, felt it.

    "Come even closer then." he encouraged, and his other hand moved her further toward him, his cock still between them. His hand grabbed her ass again, and the finger that already knew her pucker found it soon. He proceeded to kiss her softly, deeply, having her part her lips so that he could scoop his spit into her mouth with his tongue. It was a horrible way to kiss someone, because it was absolutely whorish, but he liked having her like this. The finger was knuckle deep into her ass soon, and his tongue was busy over hers. He was sure she'd be diligent in her curiosity and that her hands were as eager to work as her pussy had been for his slamming and stabbing.

    Another finger in her back door, where they played in the water, and he courted the hidden ring to have her relax. Nothing was forbidden between them anymore, and he would say this hole was his favorite. He hissed with her finding her own skill with her fingers around his cock. Calum had exceptionally animalistic sounds in his throat for her, the more she did for him, and soon he was nuzzling her temple and panting in rhythm of her strokes. "I'm going to take care of you, Rey." he said between the low, pleased growls. "So you can take care of me too." His fingers parted inside her, to further try her ass's capacity. "You got my cock." he whispered in her ear. "What more do you want to do with it?"

    He was leading her, of course. Like he had been for a while. It was evil of him to train his darling sister like this, but he wanted her good in her pretty dresses for the public, and then as his personal toy when no one was looking. He was tired of treating her like she would break, and instead wanted to try breaking her. His fingers moved in pace with her hands. Whatever she wished for she would have, because it was her words, and that was payment enough, as though he didn't get pleasure from it all. He'd fuck her in the water, give her another helping of dangerous seed, or he'd let her jerk him to completion until his white mingled like cloud and thick strands into the water.

    Or he'd bring her in and place her ontop of him, put himself inside her, this time in the place he'd not tried yet. Reyna Lobelia could be such a good anal princess, if she was shown the ropes.

    "You get whatever you want, my little princess." he goaded on.
     
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