Thread: å Nazi Twincest å (xMilenkox & jeshire)

In an entirely different part of the house, Stephanie Kreiger watched her father drive off in his car, once again locking his prized children within the often empty and sometimes lonesome estate. Word of the war and the great things the German people had done never failed to reach her ears, but the tales of her father's great doings were never enough for her - mostly because she never heard of the outside world from her father, hearing it instead from static-filled radio stations. The Aryan young woman watched in habitual disappointment as the expensive, German-made car disappeared out of sight, heralding in a new day of trying to find something to do in such a large, abandoned space. She had no doubt that if her brother hadn't been born, she would go mad with boredom and loneliness! Luckily enough, Simon was there for her as much as she was there for him. Straightening her narrow skirt and smoothing her hands down her slender hips, the officer's little girl huffed a sigh and turned from the window. Parting was such sweet sorrow sometimes... but with a day full of Simon, there was only a slight opportunity to feel remorse. There were only a few things that separated Stephanie and her twin one being that she was a woman and two being that he had at least one head of height on her. At 5'3, the young Kreiger woman was petite and slender, and almost delicate and very dainty. Years of isolation had kept her skin very pale after a certain point, going out in the sun was out of the question, as she'd burn up in no time. Had her father not locked the two of them away from the rest of the world, people would come to realize that Stephanie was far from 'delicate' Simon would know best that big things come in small packages, and she was not an exception. Fiery, haughty and assertive, she had more strength than one would assume... which, given better circumstances, would lead to a vast underestimation of the blonde, blue-eyed lady. Like clockwork, Stephanie left the miniature, upper-stairs library, her own short heeled shoes clicking remotely in the hall. Without a bit of hesitation, she thought on finding Simon and antagonizing him in the sickly-sweet way only she could. She owed so much to her twin after all, what would she be without a second half? Smiling at the idea of it, she dusted at her wrinkle-free shirt and tossed back her hair, a pale blond like Simon's again, but long and half curled per the fashion of the day. Just as she was beginning to wonder where he'd gotten to, Stephanie heard the sounds of the grand maestro filter through the empty mansion she smiled even wider, her rouge-painted slips opening to show a bright set of teeth. Without needing much more encouragement than that, she hurried up and followed the music to the sight of Simon, dancing all by his lonesome. After fondly watching him for a moment, she swept over to him as quietly as she could and fit herself into his raised arms, stretching to rest a hand on his shoulder while placing the other in his own. You shouldn't dance by yourself, Simon, she teased coyly. I think the ghosts here might sweep you off your feet one day, and then I'll be all alone.