Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

The way her brothers body shuddered against her, the way he pushed and groaned and moved against her as he came, it was hers and hers alone. She was the only one who was privy to this, it belonged to her as much as Daycen did. It was her right. It was a twisted little turn-on that made her moan feebly as she felt his hot seed shoot deep, deep inside of her body, her cunt, her womb. Oh what an unholy crime they had committed again. Little did they know that they were about to repent for their sins. If Solveig had just taken a moment to herself to make her realize that what they were doing was completely and utterly unnatural, maybe she wouldnt have had to deal with what would happen. The consequences were bound to happen. She had not taken the necessary precautions. The severe implications of the foul fuck-sessions were, however, not on the forefront of her mind. No, instead, she started growing very still. The female twin felt hollow and lost, and most of all angry, angry at herself. It started to grow inside of her even as she felt her brother slip out of her, her cunt making a noisily wet sound, as she felt some of her brothers seed dribble out from between her swollen, sore lips. Her legs feeble, her body half slumped against the wall, half against her brother to hold herself up for support. As she came down from her high, her anger and self-hatred increased, only subdued momentarily as Daycen claimed her lips again. There was a near tenderness to it, her lips pressing against his, her tongue seeking out his, not to fight or claim dominance, but to seek some kind of comfort. She pulled back then, resting her head against the wall to watch her brother, her damp, sweat-sheen chest rising and falling a bit less rapidly, her body no longer shaking uncontrollably. She watched him with a dull anger, her eyes shining brightly. Was she on the verge of tears? All she wanted was to escape, escape from the words she had uttered. It had not been discussed between them before, it was as if that was more taboo than their incessant need to be physically close to one another. Now that she had uttered those fucking words, it was out in the open. Could she attribute it to the heat of the moment? She was trying to find a way out of this mess, and the little twin started to look like a deer caught in the headlights more and more. The silence stretched. Why wasnt Daycen speaking?! Why didnt he say or do anything! Why should she have to defend herself! People said a lot of things during the heat of the moment. She didnt mean a word of it. Did she? No, she couldnt. There wasnt a future between them, there was no world in which the brother and sister could come out unscathed. They both needed to find a suitable partner. She tried to picture Daycen lying in bed with another woman, and bile rose to her throat, instantly feeling nauseous and disgusted and fucking greedy . Daycen was hers. And that was the proof, really. The proof that the growing tightness in her chest was not because of her hatred for her brother. Had it, really, somehow manifested itself into something more? Into.. Love? . A frightened look invaded her eyes. No, she couldnt think about it. She didnt dare. She liked what they had now, their fucked up little twisted fairytale. Why complicate that with emotions and affections? She had hated Daycen for showing that side of his just moments before. Hated because it meant it could grow into something more. Solveig was being reduced to a frightened little child, and frightened children never do anything with reason. In an instant, she pulled herself away from her brother, feeling embarrassed and tiny and on the verge of tears. I have to go. She mumbled, and pushed past Daycen, wincing as she felt the mess rub between her thighs. She covered herself up as best as she could, the torn bodice hanging about her frame in tatters. Solveig nigh but ran up the stairs, away from her brother, like she had that first night. Luckily for her, there was a coat rack just at the top of the stairs, and she wasted no time in wrapped one of the cloaks around her body to cover up most of her sordid state. Afterwards, shed retreat to her chambers, bar the door, strip out of her clothes and curl underneath the blankets. Solveig tried hard not to cry. -- Come next morning, Solveig would be waiting at the carriage. She was not in any gear suited for a princess on a journey, no. She was in full horse-riding gear, crop and all. That morning, she had decided she would not spend the next leg of the journey in the carriage with Daycen. Sister was avoiding brother as best as she could. He had not spoken to her last night. He had barely acknowledged her, and it stung despite the fact that Solveig didnt even know if she wanted her brother to share those feelings. When Daycen would step outside, hed be able to see her standing beside a horse, geared and ready for her to ride. The clothing was snug around her lithe form, the treated soft stretch tights revealed the long slender legs she was so proud of. The leather knees and seat patches were in their Kingdoms colours, bright so that she would be seen from afar. She had disregarded her cute little heels for long riding boots, the leather reaching all the way to her knees. The leather had been treated and tight on her skin so that they wouldnt caught in the stirrups. Her arms were unrestricted by too much clothing, having opted for a vest instead, so that she had full movability should something absurd happen, like if they were under attack. As always, Solveig had a distinct air of pride about her, her chin raised high despite the bruises that riddled her neck. A reminder of Daycens lovely fingers around her throat. She acknowledged him briefly, nodding her head into his general direction. Daycen would be the only who could see just how unraveled Solveig really was. On the outside, she was picture perfect. Her clothes tight fitted, her hair bound back in a ponytail once more, her skin impeccable. She was just a tad more fidgety, though. Her eyes a bit uncertain when she regarded her brother. And yet, despite her turmoil, her heart lurched when she saw him, her stomach coiled. Her libido in overdrive, she wanted him again, and almost regretted not spending more time together in the carriage But no. She had to get away. She had to gather her thoughts.