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Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

She was in the living room dusting when she paused looking at the collection of photographs that lined one of the shelves on the bookcase nearby. A faint smile soon spread across her face. It had not been an easy start to this wonderful life she now had with James, but it had been well worth it. The pictures showed their family growing. The day they moved into the house, his hand on her belly just before their daughter was born, a family picture taken just after Gabby was born, Gabbys first birthday, the day she told him she was pregnant with their son, his birth, and of course the family portrait they had recently taken. Her fingers traced over the silver picture frame. To everyone, they were the perfect family. They actually were, but their secret had remained so. Friends thought it was just an amazing coincedence that they both had the family trade mark green eyes. They would comment, your children are so lucky to have them. Luck had nothing to do with it. It was genetics, but why bother them with the truth. The truth was something that most would view as taboo, and they didnt want their happy family disrupted. She quickly turned on her heels and headed towards the game room. It was something they had both loved from their old home growing up, and they wanted to give this to their children as well. Callie had only insisted on one thing. A pool table sat in the middle of the room. Not just any pool table. It was THAT pool table. She had asked her mother to give it to her. Of course she gave her a false address to ship it to. It was still a bit out of the way to go get it, but Callie had paid for it to be delivered the rest of the way. It now sat in the middle of the room as a constant reminder to her where they all started from. Often she would slip into this room, run her fingers across the surface, and allow the memories to flood her mind. Secretly she longed for him to take her again on the table, a little pseudo rape fantasy, but it was something she never voiced to him. She heard the door open and his voice call out. In here, she called out to him. Gabby and William had not yet made it home. Callie took one last look at the table before heading for the door. She stopped, as if she had forgotten something, but the smile on her face told a different story. Hey James? Wanna play a game of darts? Bet I can beat you! Winner gets whatever they want from the loser! What do you say?
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

James heard Callie's call. She was coming from the games room. Not surprising, she spent more than a little time in there when there was an idle moment. He slid his shoes off and walked to see her. It was always a good moment for him, coming home to Callie. She was looking at the pool table, that pool table. He'd objected to getting it sent to them, not wanting to risk contact with them. After all, a sure fire way to blow the lid off fo everything they had built here was to have the two people that would be most able to identify who they were. But Callie had been adamant, adn had been careful. And despite everything, understood why she did it. It had all started here after all, all on this table. There was a lot of mixed emotions about it. James would never forget the look of hurt and betrayal she'd worn for the first day or two after it had started. He'd also never forget the other looks she'd worn once she'd started coming around. Her challenge came to him, and he paused. It was a lousy bet. Playing aginst Callie was nearly always a losing proposition. He'd gotten a lot better over the years, but then so had she. He was pretty sure Callie could compete on a professional level when it came to pool. Still, sometimes he eked out a win, and those were the reason he kept trying. Sure Callie. I'll bite. He winked at the last word to her, striding over to the cabinet that held the cues. He lifted his cue, testing the weight in his hand, and turned back to her. The table was ready, set to go. He leaned over, and fired the cue off. The balls exploded outwaards, but not one dropped. A gentleman's break. He observed. Have to be a gentleman somewhere.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

The moment he stepped into the room, she felt her heart flutter. James was still an impressive man by far. The way he moved into the room, his voice, the wink he gave her was all sexy to her. Ill bet youll bite, she teased back to him. The children wont be home for a while. It was a statement to simply assure him they would have the house all to themselves for a while. Plenty of time for them to enjoy one another. She watched him pick up the cue and take his shot. Callie always knew she was a far better player than he was at this game. She giggled and headed towards him, one hand tracing along the table as she did so. When she reached him, she grabbed his cue and shook her head. Baby, I asked you if you wanted to play darts. Not pool. Her eyes were locked to his. Everything was deliberate. Her tone, the way her fingers wrapped around his cue, and most importantly, her choice in the game she wanted to play. Callie knew James could wipe the floor with her in darts. He had done so that day. James had cheated with the first game, and they were about to play a second game when things started down a path they couldnt come back from. Baby dont you wanna play darts with me, or are you afraid of being beaten by a girl? Afraid your friends would tease you when you told them? Dont worry. I would tell them for you. That was how she had teased him before that day. It was coming back to her today for some odd reason. Come James. Her eyes glance to his waist, noticing the belt he was wearing. The memories of him binding her with the belt and using the pool cue to secure her were so fresh in her mind she could almost feel the leather once more. Her heart rate increased slightly as her cheeks flushed. She lifted her brilliant eyes to meet his. Why dont you show me what you got, or are you afraid Ill be able to take you?
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

James faintly felt himself blushing at his lack of attention. He had to admit that sometimes when Callie was around he only half heard her. She had the effect of being...distracting to him unless he fixed every bit of his attention on her. Darts, pool, there were more than a few games. He noted how Callie was moving, how she acted. he could feel a kind of anticipatory tension in the air, an expectation to her movments. There was a pang of familiarity to it all, something had to say he liked. Her choice of words had to be deliberate. It had to be. Those words were etched into his memory. It hadn't always been so. If you had asked him a few days after, he'd have drawn a blank. A month after he could give a pretty good recollection. After a year, he could quote them perfectly. He had a flutter of excitement, thinking of where this was heading. He leaned his cue on the table, nodding. I think I can handle that. He said quietly. Have to...loosen up a little. He pulled his belt off, setting it on the edge of the pool table, a little more deliberate than normal. He knew her game, the game she really wanted to play. But appearances had to be maintained. He used his cue to slide the pool balls to the pockets, abandoning the notion of pool. He lifted the heavy brass darts that were his favoured set. One round then? Winner takes all? He asked, changing the scene ever so slightly. He could feel his heart start to pick up, his blood stirring in a sense of anticipation. They both knew where this story ended. One way or another.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

Callie watched his every move, and of course it was clear he remembered. Looking away, she bite her bottom lip. Already her body was warming with anticipation. She knew what she wanted, and the effect James was having on her was already clear to her. Even something as simple as his belt being placed on the pool table drew a reaction from her. Her lips were full now, her green eyes already seemed glossy, and her heart was beating faster in her chest. As he moved to get the darts, she ran her fingers along the pool table. So many memories. Callie turned and headed towards him. She came to a stop just beside him. James dont get.tied up.in cheating. Dont do anything like pulling the fletching from my darts. A nice, clean game. Winner. Takes. All. Fair enough? Her hands snaked down, taking the darts that she would use. Ill go first. Watch and learn. Ive gotten better at a lot of things. Ive had tons of practice. Once more she turns from him and moves to take her place in front of the board. Her hips sway as she moves with the agility of a wild animal. Callie feels sure of what this will do to him. Licking her lips first, she then bites her bottom lip. Holding her breath, she lets the dart fly. It wasnt a bad shot by any means. Repeating her ritual, she takes another shot. One more to go, and Im doing pretty good so far. After Im done, she says turning to look at him, locking eyes with him, you can take your best shot, and let me see what you got. Callie shifts her weight on her feet, staring thoughtfully at the board, preparing herself for her final throw.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

The words were all there. The tone was different this time, so very much so. Hardly surprising, so much had happened, so much passed between them. They were not the same people as they had been when this little drama had played out in earnest the first time. They were a little more broken, a little more reckless in some ways, and a lot less restrained. His hand half clenched as he watched her move to the throwing position for the game. She was good. Very good these days. As well she ought to be, she hadn't been lying about the amount of practice she'd been able to get. He focused his mind on her game, putting her how sexy his sisterwife was. If he was going to do this, it would be legitimately. Her first cast was decent, the second even more so, setting her at a very healthy score. Ninety points, if she scored a bullseye, she would end up with one forty, one fifty if she risked the triple twenty shot. James nodded to himself, and lifted his darts from behind her. Callie was good at this, very good even, but this was his game. Each heavy brass missile shot out, flying past Callie by a narrow margin, each one sinking into a point in the triple twenty section, the highest score one could possibly get on the board, making her third shot completely irrelevant to the outcome of the game. He nodded to himself. Winner take all. That's game Callie. You did ask for my best shot. He murmured to her, as he came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder, the other on her side. You should know better than to challenge your big brother at his own game. He told her, on some level clinging to the old memory of things, before they were what they were, before their awakening. His lips were close enough to her ear that every word was a soft, warm breath on her skin.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

She watched with growing awe as he proceeded to show her, as well as prove, that he was indeed the better player. It was a game she knew she couldnt win, of course, and honestly, she didnt want to. It was soon over, and he was right. She had asked him to hit her with his best shot, and he had. His hands were there again, once more, on her body. She covered his hand on her hip with her own and smiled. Thanks for putting up with me James. I know sometimes I can be a bit nagging, but I would hate to think I was restraining you here. Then again, putting up with each other is what family does. I cant afford a hitman, and I couldn't clean up the mess after I killed you. So we put up with each other. Callie could not even begin to hide the growing smile on her face. It was all too fresh in her mind as it came back to her. Come on James, she began moving from his touch towards the pool table. How about another game? Give me a chance to redeem myself? Winner. Takes. All? Her hands rested on the table as she bent slightly at the waist. Callie looked over her shoulder at him. She knew very well what this would do to him. She was wearing the same thing as she did back then. Shorts and a tee shirt. Her legs were still as slender as they were back then. She didnt enjoy wearing shirts the showed off her midsection. Even though she had given birth twice, Callie had gotten back into her previous shape with hard work. She turned her back to the table, leaning against it, and pulled on the material on her shirt, revealing her body to him. Come on James. Please. Come play with your little sister. She wants you to real bad.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

More familiar words, a kind fo languid movement from Callie, moving away from him gently. His eyes were glued to her, tracking her every movment, seeing where she ended up. He let out a slow breath, keeping himself in a center of calm, despite the fact that seeing her like this, tempting him back to where it all started...it had him ready to explode. He took a slow step towards her, as she spoke of another game, the game that they knew only too well. And after all, he had won the game. And winner did take all. And there was only one thing left on his mind to take. She wants you to real bad... the words echoed in his mind, ringing clearly through him. His lips peeled back in a grin, one that showed equal parts enjoyment and more than a little freal aggression. Callie knew how to get him started, and in a sitution like this...he didn't need much encouragement. They usually started off a little soft, enjoying one another, taking their time. James had no patience for that this time, he wanted his prize, what he'd won, and he was going to take it now. He crossed to her in a long step, a hand going to her jaw to keep her in place before bringign his mouth to her. The kiss was savage in it's intensity, raw passion and need, an almost desperate edge to it. There was no one in the world that mattered to him more than Callie. And he'd show her exactly how much he wanted her, in the way that had always worked best. His momentum pressed forward, forcing her onto the tabletop itself, while a hand went to the belt he'd left aside. His mind had often come back to this moment, his loss of control, his awakening, and how it had changed his life forever. And how it had started to change Callie. Reliving it now, with her all over again, was an intoxicating feeling that made him almost giddy with anticipation. He gripped one of her hands, and pushed it over her head, pinning it to the table as he broke the kiss, his mouth roaming lower, on her neck, her collarbone, starting to go lower still.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

That smile. It was beautiful, sexual, energetic, arousing, and something to be feared. James truly was the man of her dreams, and it was true they had shared each other several times over the years, but Callie still knew one thing to be certain. When James had that smile, he was like an animal in the wild stalking his prey. He was about to pounce and claim what he wanted. She was in his sights, his path, and Callie made no effort to move. Trapped, caught, whatever it could be called, she didnt care. It was where she wanted to be. He closed the gap quickly and took hold of her. His lips were hot, and his kiss passionate. This wasnt the kiss with the promise of soft and tender love making on the horizon. No. This was the kiss that old of intense, primal fucking within reach. She devoured him as much as he did her. Her lips never got enough of his. He didnt press hard enough against hers. His tongue wasnt enough for her. The emotions she felt inside couldnt be conveyed enough. Callie wanted more from him, and he was about to give it to her. She glided back on to the table in an effortless movement. Her lips never left his. She could feel the control slipping from him and into his hands. It was a bit scary, and Callie began to feed on it. She could feel the surface of the table as he put her wrist exactly where he wanted it. The last time he did this, she was raging with completely different emotions. She was angry, hurt, and afraid. This time was vastly different. Aroused, hungry for more, a nervous energy flowed through her to the point she felt like she would leap from the table, pushing him with her as she went. His mouth continued to touch her, building her up. She moved her hips into him, pressing her body harder against his own. Please James, she whispered to him. Youre my brother. Im your sister. Just.relax. Even as the words left her mouth, she could tell how wet she was for him. Please James. Her voice was low, almost a growl, as she turned her head away from him. It was on purpose. Everything she did, and said, was intentional. They were reliving this moment from their past. Callie had often thought back to it. The fight that was in James that day had changed from being something that horrified her to something that drove her to masturbate when she was alone, thinking about demanding and controlling he had been. She had longed for it again, and today she was getting it.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

James gave an involuntary shudder as she growled out the words, The situation pushing his sense of arrousal higher than he'd felt in a very long time. He wanted more, wanted to keep this going, almost as much as she seemed to. He fed her wrist through a loop in the belt, just he had before, all those years ago, before switching his grip and getting her other hand through the same loop. He pulled the belt tight, locking her hands in place. Old instincts were running hot now, his hand finding the neckline of her shirt, and pulling. This shirt fared no better than the last one, coming arpart under his strength, and he casty the torn material aside. I've wanted to do this for so long. He growled back to her. He moved away from her with a certain sense of reluctance, but siezed on the pool cue leaning against the table. The belt went around it, and he used the belt to drag Callie higherup the table. The cue still find perfectly between the legs of the table, and he moved back to her, dragging her body down the table just a little, enough to pull the belt tight. He knew the steps to the dance they were in, but part of him wanted to cast it aside and just savage Callie. But he held himself in check, if only just barely. his hands fastened on her shorts, popping htem open, and dragging htem down her body. Every inch of Callie's skin that showed was a beautiful sight, one that was calculated to push his desire even higher. He wanted her, so much. He cast his own shirt aside, and climbed back onto the table with her.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

The leather was supple, and she gave him no resistance as he used it to seize her. One after the other, she felt the material slip over her wrists. Callie pressed her body against his, wanting him to feel every tremble, every quiver, every breath, every beat of her heart. His hand traveled to her shirt, and she knew what was coming. Hanging on the moment, the tension thick in the air, she pleaded with him in her mind. Yes James. Do it. Rip it. Just like you did then. Do it! Her unspoken desires were answered in earnest from him. He ripped her shirt just as easily this time as he had done years ago. Unlike then, she was appalled by the act. In fact, she felt her nipples harden knowing that soon all of her body would be bare to him. Her smile widened as he spoke. She knew her words could be the same. It would be the pseudo rape fantasy she had harbored. James, you cant do this. Her tone was still laced with all the burning desire she felt for him. Callie rubbed her legs together slowly. Youre a sick mother fucker James. Looking into his green eyes, she could have scorched him with her gaze. The moment was growing more intense, and Callie could feel it. What had started out as a tiny flame was becoming a raging fire within her. Maybe I should tell everyone how my brother is a freak who ties me up. There was a change in her tone as she looked at him, hissing the words through clenched teeth. It had been her yelling at him that had set him off so badly last time. Youre a sick mother fucker James! Ill ruin you! In one swift movement, she kicked, only once, towards him. This slow burn had heated her to a boiling point. If they were going to do this, then they were going to do it right. She wanted him to take her and take her hard. Fuck being soft James, she thought as she watched him on the table once more. As he cast his shirt aside, her mind screamed, You want me? Come and get me.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

The lashing foot caught him, and he felt a flare of pain from the hit. He hadnt been expecting it. The hiss of words made him smile, made him want this more than he thought possible. And the shouted words...he knew what she was doing, why she was doing it. And even then, the raised volume still had it's effect on him. No matter what the situation was, no matter who it was really, James had an adverse reaction to being yelled at. He reached to the back pocket of his pants, finding the folding pocket knife that he'd always kept on hand since that day. it had proven useful in more ways than one. His hand went up, wrapping around her neck, pushing her down. He moved his face closer to her, some real anger in his eyes when he growled at her. You. Will never . Yell at me. Again. His voice held all the promise of imminent retribution, and his grip tightned on her throat for a moment. He left the grip there as he used the knife to slice the bra off of her, repeating hte act on her panties, ready to do this with her, to make this happen. It wasn't the same this time, there was too much different. But the small differences involved, all of them just made it better for him. James stood, releasing her neck for a moment before unfastening his pants, letting them fall along with his shorts. He cock, already hard and ready, swung free directly over her. He grinned down at her, a savage grin, remembering the first time he'd done this, how much she had rebelled against the moment. And how little it had availed her. He was back over her, pressing himself between her legs. He Gripped her thighs, pulling her down, keeping the belt tight as he pressed against her entrance. He grinned as he pressed forward. Even years later, adn countless times, every time they started up was electric. The feeling of her around him, hot and tight and soaking wet for him, it was all he could ask for. He buried himself in her to the root , grinding their bodies together. He leaned up, his teeth fastening on her neck. It was not gentle, and when he drew back he could see the marks left from his teeth. He didn't hold back, and began hammering into her, needing to keep a grip on her to prevent her from sliding up the table with each thrust.