Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

She didnt know when or how she noticed him first. Perhaps it was his scent that hit her nostrils even before he spoke. Maybe it was the rustle of air as Daycen descended down the stairs, or it could have been simple twin-intuition. She knew he was there. Expected him to be there, and if there was one thing Solveig had learned, was that her brother did not disappoint. Not when it came to this. Not when it came to his rage and his desire and his goddamn perfection. With a loud pop, her lips released the bottle of red wine. Holding it by the neck, she let her hand drop to her side before he grabbed her free wrist. Instantly, she was yanked to him, his words making her shiver all the same. Looks like y-AH her words were cut off before she could even form a proper sentence. The noise of distress followed the quick, hard, loud slap against her pale cheek. Her mouth was tainted red. Red from the wine. Red from the cut on her lip that her teeth pierced. Bastard. Thatd leave a fucking mark in the morning. Why did she keep forgetting just how bloody strong he was? She raised her chin in defiance then, her cheek already reddening and despite herself she felt tears glisten in her eyes. That hurt . Before she could pick up on her sentence, she was shoved against the wooden barrel as it groaned in response. The rowdy sounds from the patrons above them was loud enough to drown out some of the twins noise, but theyd have to be careful. Anyone could descend down the stairs. The music could suddenly stop, and then theyd hear. Theyd find out. It was fuel to the fire. The worry was nothing compared to the excitement. Oh really, brother dearest? Solveig finally found her voice, before she raised the half empty bottle of wine to her lips and took a big gulp of the lovely red berries. Her lips came out stained red once more as she leaned her head back against the barrel, regarding her own with slight disdain. Did you finally find your balls again, Dice? Or was it my dress you wanted? I bet itd suit you. The sneer, the condescension, it was apparent in her voice, but it didnt quite meet her eyes. No, her eyes spoke of one thing, and one thing only. The desire to spread her legs for her brother, to have him take her against the barrels, against the walls, wherever the fuck he wanted her, shed gladly comply. The memories of the night before came flooding back to her instantly. Her screaming, moaning, whimpering voice. Begging her brother for more. Last night she was his. She submitted to him fully, exclaimed that she was his to hold and to keep and toy and fuck. But, it wasnt that easy. One sibling always needed to conquer another. The force, the anger, the near hatred.. it was integrated into their dynamic. In the end, they always came to each other willingly.. but it was as if the wickedness of their relationship always had to have an undertone of forcefulness. The hunt was always at the forefront of her mind. And so, she raised the bottle to her lips again, keeping her eyes on her brother. She felt the liquid invade her mouth, the alcohol prickling her tongue and shallow cut on her lip. Solveig remember the terror that had gripped her heart and made her undergarments wet when she had seen her brothers handsome face get twisted by the rage only moments earlier. Being the little masochist that she was.. she promptly spat the red liquid straight into her brothers face. The grin that curled along her lips was feral once more. Show me what you got, darlin brother.