23 comments/ 45621 views/ 93 favorites Sister/Brother Always/Forever Ch. 01 By: AgentMichael I hope everyone enjoys my very first submission to Literotica! This story will be dealing with elements of incest, fantasy, consensual fun, and outdoor activity. Sexual activity is only performed by characters 18 years of age and older. If you enjoy reading this and/or want to read the next chapters, please feel free to give the story a 5 rating and leave comments! If you wish you can also send me longer messages either by instant feedback or through the "Contact" portion of my profile page where I give more information on my writing interests in my biography. Enjoy! Chapter One He had to get up on his tiptoes to be able to see the crying newborn in the wooden crib. He knew his mother was in bed and exhausted, and his father was looking after her. After hours of being told that he had to wait, Daemon could not wait any more to see his new sister and snuck into her nursery. At 3 years of age, he was barely able to get his chin above the wooden side. He looked down, and his eyes met hers. Almost immediately, the crying died down until after a small silence, she started cooing at him. Time seemed to stop; at the moment, he knew that this person was going to change the rest of his life. "I luv you" Daemon said to his sister. She smiled at him ..... ******************** With a jerk he sat up in bed. His breath was jagged, sweat pouring off his skin. He covered his face with his hands, and it took several minutes for his breathing and heart rate to calm down to a more normal rate. After a few minutes, he looked to his left. Thankfully, the woman laying naked next to him still appeared to be asleep, her light snoring the only sound competing with his slightly-heavy breathing. "Good," Alex thought, "I do not want to have to deal with explaining to her that a dream I use to have frequently as a child suddenly showed up again out of nowhere." He tried to remember what her name was, but after a few minutes he gave up. When he had started up a conversation with her at the gym after seeing her for the first time, she seemed engaging and interesting. She talked about how much she had enjoyed his latest CD, as well as something interesting that had happened to her at a recent modeling gig she did at a national car convention. He had invited her back to his place for drinks, which she agreed to rather eagerly. On the plus side, she turned out to be flexible enough to where Alex could try things that most women were not flexible enough to handle. However, if he could not even remember her name after sleeping with her, it was unlikely that she was the one that would fill up the missing part of his soul he had been aware of his whole life. Alex moved the covers aside and stood up, walking to the window of his condominium. He looked down at the view of the city, letting the cool air soothe his bare, sweaty body as he took in the sight of nightlife at 3:00 a.m. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass. "After all these years, why did that dream come back?" ******************** "Well look who is awake, the so-called 'Prince of Alternative music', Alexander Cross himself! Working on your dark and moody look for later tonight, I see." Alex winced and turned around, putting his electric violin on top of the grand piano. The past few weeks of touring with his band had run him a bit ragged. Add to that a rough night from a lack of sleep, and Alex was feeling a bit grouchy. Hearing Chris announce his entrance so energetically was not going to improve his headache, and it did not do any favors to Alex that Christ enjoyed throwing around that silly nickname that had seemed to stick with the media after it was used in Vogue interview. However, best friends are best friends, and Chris seemed to be the only person that consistently had Alex's back going all the way back to their freshmen year of college. Thankfully Sarah (or was it Kristy? April??) had left earlier that morning saying that he should call her soon, or else Chris would have found new material to tease Alex. Chris walked out of the elevator and into Alex's condo holding two coffee cups. "Is there any particular reason why you felt like coming here without calling me first? I could have changed my code to the elevator before you got here," Alex pretended to grumble. Chris laughed. "Oh come on, giving you the gift of my awesome presence the morning before one of your concerts is tradition! And oh look, here is the also-traditional pre-concert Starbucks morning latte!" Chris handed Alex one of the venti-sized Starbucks cup. Amused, Alex shook his head. No matter what mood Alex was in, Chris was the one person who seemingly without effort managed to make Alex laugh. "I use to laugh a lot in the past, didn't I," Alex thought. Looking back at his childhood, regardless of being an only child and occasionally wishing for a sibling that never came, his parents had given him a happy and stable childhood. Alex began taking violin, piano, and guitar lessons when he was very young, and as a teen became an active swimmer like his parents as well as found an enjoyment in the martial art of Brazilian jiu-jitsu. Around 8th grade is when the girls really started to notice him. Though it became clear that possibly Alex might eventually surpass his 6'2" father in terms of height, what really made the girls go wild were the silver hair strands that hung down in front of the left side of Alex's face. This feature was magnified with the contrast against his otherwise black hair. When it first appeared at age 13, Alex's parents asked him repeatedly which of his friends had partially dyed his hair, to which Alex replied that no one did and that he could not explain what was happening. After his parents dyed those strands black to match the rest of his hair, within two days the same front strands turned silver again. After Alex denied doing anything to change it back, his parents chalked it up to being his first rebellious streak. Even at 25 years of age, the silver streak refused to go away. Life remained normal until that one night, that one telephone call that changed everything. Chris had walked into the dorm room right as his then-college roommate Alex was getting the call from the police that Alex's parents were in a car accident caused by a drunk driver hitting their car, and they had died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. That is when Alex changed from an extroverted person to an introverted person, able to charm a room but almost never letting anyone in enough to where they could emotionally hurt him. "I owe Chris a lot," Alex thought. "If he had not been there with me that night, who knows what I would have done to myself." "So, you feel good for tonight's show?" asked Chris. "I seriously cannot thank you enough for doing this. My girlfriend was so nervous thinking that no one would show up to the first big art showing at her new gallery, the only thing I could think of that would calm her down was to remind her that I was best friends with a supporter of the arts as well as the hottest up-and-coming musician on the charts, Alexander Cross!" "Interesting," Alex said, "that was quite the selfless act you did for her, convincing me to play at her art show for the sole reason that you wanted to support her on this big day. I suppose that you are getting nothing out of it?" Chris started to turn a little red. "Well .... I would not say that, exactly ....." Alex barely kept in a laugh. Chris's blonde hair and the shape he kept himself in from all the marathons he ran and trained for made sure that Chris never lacked for female attention. In fact, one of the similarities Chris and his girlfriend Claire had were that in public settings, both were natural social butterflies. Yet, somehow in private situations Chris always seemed to lack the self-confidence to initiate his relationships beyond kissing and fooling around. Alex had a sneaking suspicion that as sexually shy as Chris was, as well as apparently Claire based on some private conversations Chris had with him, it would not surprise him if Chris's kinky reward for getting Alex to perform live was to get to keep the light on during sex with Claire. Alex sighed. "All right, all right, I have been given the ritual latte from Castle Starbucks, now this prince needs a quick nap before I start getting ready for tonight." Chris walked into the elevator as he wished Alex luck, then the elevator door closed. Alex sighed while walking to the bedroom. ******************** Daemon ran as fast as his light armor and his athletic 13-year old body would allow him. He had started to worry when he could not find his sister into an hour of playing hide-and-seek she had initiated. However, to suddenly hear her scream in terror shook him to the core. Because she was wearing a regular dress today, if she came across any problems she would not have her personal light armor or weapons to protect herself. He ran, not caring at the branches that snapped at his cheeks or as his lungs began to burn. He ignored when his silver hair would sometimes nearly intrude into his field of vision. His sister was in danger, nothing else mattered. Another scream and he knew she was not far, probably just over that hill. "Please let me get to Serenity in time!" he thought frantically. He got to the top of a hill and saw his sister, her blue dress obviously ripped from running and falling down. He could not tell if that was small amounts of blood on her arms if it was just mud. She was about 40 yards away from Daemon with her back to a tall tree as large boar stared at her agitatedly from a few feet away. Daemon unsheathed his sword from his back and acted on instinct, running at top speed while yelling at the boar. The boar, startled from hearing the yell, turned and began charging at him. Daemon was not sure if he was hearing sounds of the wind roaring past his ears or Serenity shouting at him, but all his being was focused on this creature that had was going to further hurt the most special person in his life: his sister. As the gap closed to about 5 yards apart, with a final scream of pure rage Daemon leaped in the air, twisting his body in a way that allowed him to come downwards thrusting the sword tip through the boar's head and exited through the boar's throat. At the last moment Daemon realized he had slightly misjudged his jump as his head was going to come straight down on one of the boar's tusks. Daemon moved his head to the right. There was a sharp pain on his to the side of his forehead, and then the world went black. ******************** Daemon sulked as he sat by the tree. His 10-year old sister had ripped a scrap of her dress off and after dipping it in a nearby stream was using it to wipe the mud and slight amount of blood off of his face. "I cannot believe that boar injured me." He grimaced as he spoke. "The last time an animal that size injured me, I was on my very first hunt with Father and his hunting party. When we get back, you have to tell Father that I fought off three lions in order to save you." Serenity giggled, "You know as well as I do that there are no lions for miles around. Mother will never believe it, and Father will punish us for such an obvious lie. Plus, they say it is high treason to lie to the King." Daemon sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, his sister was right. It would not look good if the Prince and Princess were caught telling an obvious lie to their father, the King. Daemon lightly brushed her hand away and stood up. Once upright his head began to ache, causing him to hiss in pain and stagger back a step. Instinctively, Serenity threw her arms around him and began crying. "You got hurt protecting me, and it is my fault! I just wanted us to play longer so I hid further than we agreed, and then the boar saw me and I did not have my bow or any of my daggers with me to kill it. I was so scared!" Daemon put his arms around her, letting her cry for a minute before placing a hand under her chin and moving her head up to look at him. "I am okay. It is just a scratch, it will heal. Besides, I would endure twice as much as long as it meant keeping you safe." Serenity's eyes glazed a bit. She reached up to hold his head and began rubbing her nose against his nose. Daemon smiled. As a child Daemon once asked his father why people kissed. The King, understanding his son's 4 year old speech well enough to make out the question, had smiled and replied, "That is what you do when you love someone with all your heart." That night, Daemon had snuck in to see his 1 year old baby sister. Moving a chair up to the cradle, he climbed on the chair and looked down. There was his sister smiling at him, her purple eyes meeting his. "I luv you," he said, and after leaning down as far as he could, the best he could reach was to have his nose brushing against her nose. That soon began their private sign of affection to each other. Beginning when Serenity was 4 years old, whenever there was thunder and lightning at night she would run into Daemon's chamber in a state of panic. After moving aside the sheets, she would curl in a ball against him and shook uncontrollably. Daemon would simply hold her as long as it took until the shaking began to subside. Once she was moderately calm, she would rub her nose against his and then fall asleep, her head resting comfortably against his chest. Thankfully, she always woke up early enough to be back in her own bed before anyone else was the wiser. "I love you, Serenity." Damon whispered, meaning it with all his heart. Serenity smiled back. "I love you too. Thanks for being my hero." Daemon pulled his head back a bit to look at his sister, and his feeling of relief at her being okay turned into something different, something more primal. For the first time ever, he had been faced with the prospect of going through life without his beautiful, amazing sister, and the thought made him nauseous. Death did not deserve her; she belonged to him and no one else. Without thinking his arms brought her body against his, and he leaned his lips towards hers ..... ******************** Alex's eyes snapped open. "What was that?? I never dreamt this part before!" Later that evening Alex waited in the makeshift green room as it was almost time for him to perform. When he had arrived earlier, Claire had thanked him profusely for helping out, to the point that Alex started to get a little embarrassed. "This means so much to me that you helped me out!" Claire said. "I thought only a few people were going to see this art show for my gallery's opening night, but now that you are doing a rare solo performance I had to turn people away! That is after selling fifty more tickets than I had originally planned!" Alex grinned. "I am glad I can help. All Chris talks about now is both you and how awesome your gallery is. Now that I am here, I can see he was not exaggerating." Claire blushed and glanced at Chris who was standing next to her. "He is a pretty smooth talker, I will admit. Anyway, I will let you get ready." She looked pointedly at Chris. "I am expecting my arm candy to join me in a few minutes!" Claire leaned over and whispered something in Chris's ear, then walked away towards the crowd. Chris whistled. "That is a woman that I am not going to let get out of my sight, especially when dressed like that." Though Claire was not Alex's "type", Alex could still appreciate why Chris and so many men chased after her. Claire had gone with the classic little black dress with black heels, accenting it with an ivory white belt as well as an ivory clutch purse. Add to that her long, curled brunette hair and Claire really did look amazing. Chris leaned in towards Alex. "Don't tell her I told you, but she said she is going to really spice things up tonight as a reward and keep her socks on later tonight, and only her socks!" Chris went walking after Claire, a big smile plastered on his face. Alex could not fight the urge; he face palmed himself and sighed. It was two minutes before he was to go onstage. Alex was warmed up and his electric violin was ready to go. A professional quality amplifier system was ready on the stage. He decided to give a quick check in the mirror. His black Armani suit looked impeccable on him as it had been professionally altered to fit his 6'4" physique exactly. His dark red, silk shirt had been neatly pressed, and his black Brooks Brothers tie matched his suit perfectly. The silver tie bar seemed to accent his silver hair streak even more, with his black leather shoes rounding out his look. Looking at his hair, he noticed that his strands of silver hair were again trying to cover up his left, purple eye. He tried to tuck it behind an ear, but a few seconds later it came back out as it always seemed to want to do. Oh well. Alex suddenly heard Claire saying into a microphone "And here he is, the one and only Alexander Cross!!!" Alex came out to the cheering and clapping of the crowd. Once on stage Alex reached behind him to turn on his wireless pickup receiver attached to his back pocket and waited until there was silence in room. Only then did he begin to play. It was not a piece from his latest CD, or any of his CDs; in fact, no one in the crowd recognized it at all. Alex closed his eyes as he treated the crowd to the first performance of a solo piece he had been slowly working on for years. It sounded both as sad as a lullaby and as moving as a movie theme, and everyone in the crowd watched in stilled silence as they took the music in. After a minute the music shifted, becoming more uplifting and hopeful. As he played Alex was able to subtly look at the people nearest the stage. There were several rich couples there, as well as a blonde woman seemingly all by herself. She was wearing a strapless red dress with a black belt and black stiletto heels. Alex chuckled to himself as if on cue she "unknowingly" moved her chest forward to where he could see the ample breasts nearly bursting out of the tight dress. He moved into the last part of the piece, where the two themes seemed to intertwine into a new theme, majestic and full of energy. Alex threw all his energy into his performance as it reached towards a glorious ending. When the piece ended, there was a silence, followed by a rousing applause and cheering. Alex smiled and bowed to the crowd. "Thank you," Alex said into the nearby microphone. "Enjoy the rest of the party everyone; I love you all always and forever." Alex glanced at the blonde as the crowd continued to enthusiastically clap. The woman smiled and moved an index finger slightly into her mouth, sucking on it. Amused, Alex happened to look over the woman's right shoulder ... and saw a pair of purple eyes in the darkness staring back at him in shock. Alex could not move and his heart seemed to skip several beats. He managed to force himself to do a quick additional bow, but when he straightened up to walk off the stage the purple eyes were gone. ******************** Lately, Daemon and Serenity had gone to the woods often to practice new archery techniques away from the always critical eye of the Master At Arms. Serenity enjoyed practicing archery as she seemed to have a natural talent for it. However, they both enjoyed practicing hand-to-hand combat skills the most. Lately Daemon made more of an effort to beat his sister using grappling and wrestling techniques. When she won, she would brag about her victories all day until he could barely stand it. However, when he would win a wrestling match, the reward he made for himself was to get to hold her down and gloat a bit over his victory, and after rubbing noses with her he would give her a quick kiss. He knew that he should not be taking advantage of her like this, but he it felt so right and exciting. Plus, she never did complain once. Sister/Brother Always/Forever Ch. 01 Over the years her body had lost the baby fat, and Serenity had become a beautiful 18 year old woman. Standing at 5'10", her long silver hair shined as it was set over her porcelain skin, and her cleavage had become the envy of all the ladies of the court. Her thin waist and athletic legs showed the results of the years of combat training she insisted on doing after the incident with the boar. The dress she had decided to wear for their day off from training was stunning. The light blue color was beautiful to see, and with the high waistline and beautiful material Serenity looked every bit a princess. What Daemon loved the most were her eyes. Though their parents and relatives also had purple eyes, Daemon and Serenity had a matching shade of dark purple eyes that neither their parents nor relatives seemed to possess. When she was upset, her eyes seemed as furious as a storm; when she was happy, her eyes radiated pure happiness. Daemon could stare into her eyes for days and be the happiest man in the world. Daemon had matured over the years as well. Serenity's breath would catch when unconsciously she would find herself staring at her brother wearing his usual attire: a light upper-body armor of black coloring with silver and red trim, which was worn over a black long-sleeved shirt. His legs were covered by his black pants and boots, where were protected by his silver lower leg guards that reached from his ankles up to his knees. He had become quite tall, with the top of her head coming almost to his chin. The wind must love his hair as much as she did, because it took any opportunity to have his silver hair be blown about in the breeze. His purple eyes held an intensity that only someone that has commanded armies and knights could possess; yet, Serenity relished that thought that when they were alone, his eyes could still give tender looks that she was the only person in the world that got to see them. His body had become that of a 21 year old man, with broad shoulders and strong legs. She knew from slipping into his bed during a storm, even at their current age, that his chest was solid and from his years of training, and his arms were strong from fighting with swords and shields. She never said anything and tried not to make any motion to indicate she was aware of it, but from waking up in the morning and feeling his hardened cock pressed against either her back or her stomach, she knew that he was very nicely endowed. He had turned into the perfect man for her, and now they were going to be dragged apart and she could not let that happen. Serenity had given Daemon her look that meant she needed to talk to him as soon as possible, and that afternoon they went into the woods to an area they used for private conversations. "I cannot handle this, Daemon. I do not care what Father told us this morning, I am not going to be shipped off to some country where I will probably never see you again and have to wait for some 5 year old boy to become old enough to marry me, all just to strengthen our family's military alliances!" Daemon sighed, "Do you think I like this situation? At least you get to prepare yourself to the idea of marriage; Father has me marrying the daughter of some Lord that is sailing in from across the sea. I literally will be seeing her for the first time when in 3 days she enters the room for us to say our vows." Serenity could not help the tears from forming. The emotions were so strong that she could not even form words. Daemon walked over to her, pulling her in close. "I know, Serenity. We knew from an early age that Father was going to arrange matches for us as he figured would be best. However, the thought of never seeing you again, I feel like I am dying inside." Serenity looked up, her purple eyes meeting his eyes. Serenity moved her hands to the back of his head, moved his head closer, and rubbed their noses together. "I love you always and forever, that is a promise," Daemon whispered. Serenity held in a breath as her heart started pounding. She did not even have to think about it, she realized that the decision had really been made a long time ago. This was the man that had protected her for her entire life. Here was the man that held her during storms and made the scary feelings go away. This was the man who protected her from that wild animal. This was the man whom she gave her precious first kiss. This was the man that she was in love with and would always love. Serenity kissed Daemon on the lips. Time stood still as all she was aware of was Daemon, the wind, the sun on their skin, and her fluttering heart. She could feel Daemon stiffen a little, as they had only kissed when she pretended to let him think that he had beat her easily at wrestling. Without thinking she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Daemon went very still, but Serenity was having none of that. Her tongue moved around his, playfully but with a sense of urgency, until he became responsive to her. She moaned instinctively as she felt his hands finding the small of her back and pushing her into him, her stomach aware of his hardening member pressing against her. "God, I want to be his so badly," she thought. She could feel the heat intensifying in her belly as his hands started to unhook the ties at the back of her dress. Serenity felt a little embarrassed, but she was not ashamed. This was her brother. She belonged to him and wanted him, and he belonged to her and wanted her. Daemon leaned his head back and looked as he slowly pushed Serenity's dress down until her ample breasts were bared to him. Serenity smiled, her cheeks fighting back the blush. "Do you like what you see?" Daemon needed a few seconds before he regained his voice. "Serenity, you look absolutely beautiful and stunning. There has never been a woman as perfect as you are, nor will there ever be." Serenity radiated pure happiness as Daemon bent down to kiss her neck, and then moved down to gently nip at her collarbone area. Serenity could barely think as there were a thousand feelings and emotions flying through her head. Daemon kept slowly moving down until he came to her right breast, where he deliberately started licking around the very edges of the breast. "I am going to go insane!" thought Serenity. She felt so warm that she wondered if she would get dizzy, but she was becoming even more aware that she was getting wet. Daemon was slowly licking in smaller and smaller circles, taking his time getting closer to her nipple. Serenity could feel the wetness growing between her legs. It was both embarrassing and arousing at the same time, and she could not figure out which she was feeling more. "Oh, fuck, you are driving me crazy!" Serenity uttered. Daemon chuckled, as he was going to take the time with her that he wanted, and that she was going to feel everything he wanted her to feel, when he wanted her to feel it and not a moment before. Serenity gasped as he finally got to her nipple; he started alternating between licking and lightly sucking on it. The feeling of his tongue on her sensitive nipple was starting to make her knees want to buckle, and she leaned into him so that she would not fall over. It was then that Serenity suddenly felt his fingers under her dress, gently tracing the slit between her lower lips. Serenity could not help but start moaning; everything felt so good! It was like her body was building towards something but she did not know what it was. Daemon looked up into Serenity's beautiful eyes, "I love you so much, and I love that you are so wet for me. It shows me just how much you love me." "You know that I ..... that I ...... ohhhh ...... ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as one of his fingers slipped a little inside her. She had never had anything inside her before, and feeling his amazing finger felt so good. It felt like she was being filled up in a way that she never knew that she always needed and wanted. "I ...... your finger ............ fuck ............ oh God!" she moaned as he started to move his finger a little bit in and out of her increasingly dripping wet pussy. Serenity could not think. She barely had the strength to continue standing, and her lower body wanted to grind into his finger so very, very badly. Her body was a fireball that was building to tremendous intensity. She opened her eyes at the sudden loss of feeling him touching her breast, and looking downward she saw him kneeling in front of her with his hands moving the skirt of her dress out of the way. "What are you doinnnnnnn ...... OH FUCK!" she exclaimed as suddenly she felt his tongue moving up and down her pussy. Serenity was no longer aware of the rest of the world, she was only aware of was his tongue. That glorious tongue of his that was licking her, licking her so good that she wanted to scream but somehow just barely managed to hold it in. Somehow he seemed to just know the exact rhythm to tongue her aching and wet pussy that would drive her absolutely insane with need. Then it happened. She felt his tongue make contact with the most sensitive spot on her pussy, while at the same time he gently but firmly moved two fingers inside her and began rubbing a spot she did not even know existed, much less knew how erotic it felt to be touched there. Serenity felt like she was becoming the sun, it was getting so intense! Too intense!! Way too intense!!! Any second now she was not going to be able to hold it in anymore! She felt like was about to explode into a million pieces! She grabbed his head and pushed it hard to her pussy, her stomach quivering with a desperate need for release. "Fuck me; please fuck my pussy with that mouth! I love you so much, so just fuck ...... fuck ....... please ...... fuCKKK ...... FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCC" ******************** With a jerk she sat up in bed. Her pulse was racing, and she did not even have to look or even wonder to know that her panties were absolutely soaking wet. Looking at her clock in the bedroom of her apartment, it was 3:00 a.m. Laura put her head in her hands. "After all these years, why did that dream come back?" Sister/Brother Always/Forever Ch. 02 I was so amazed at the response to the first chapter that I decided to write the next part of the story! This chapter will be dealing with elements of incest, fantasy, consensual fun, outdoor activity, and possibility of being caught in the act. All characters in this chapter are 18 years of age and older. While you can read this chapter by itself for the "good stuff", to get the most pleasure out of it I highly suggest you first read Chapter 1. If you enjoy reading this and/or want to read the next chapters, please feel free to give the story a 5 rating and leave comments! Also, if you wish you can also send me longer messages either by instant feedback or through the "Contact" portion of my profile page where I give more information on my writing interests in my biography. Enjoy!! Chapter 2 Daemon sighed and leaned his head back against the bathtub. What had happened a few hours ago had been the hottest, most erotic moment of his life. Kissing his sister had felt so unbelievably good. When he had licked her breasts and tasted her nipples, it took every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from ripping off her clothes and ravishing her right there on the ground. The taste of her juices in his mouth had turned him on to the point he was amazed his cock had not ripped out of his pants with how hard he was got. Serenity had been so wonderfully wet for him that he knew she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. The biggest exhilaration of his life had been watching her eyes nearly roll back in her head as her beautiful body spasmed out of control during her orgasm. Remembering those sensations in vivid detail made Daemon wanted to rub his rapidly hardening dick badly. It would not take even a minute to make himself cum, as worked up as he was feeling. "No," he decided as he stood up from his hot bath. "The next time I cum, it will be with Serenity." ******************** Laura sat down at a table outside the local bistro café. The lack of sleep last night made her not in the mood to dress up, so she decided to throw on some comfortable black yoga pants with a white t-shirt, a yellow hoodie sweater, as well as cute pair of running shoes. Laura looked up from scanning a menu to see Claire walking up and sitting down across from Laura. Seeing how cute Claire looked with her pink top matched with designer denim jeans and black boots made Laura feel even grumpier. Claire looked at her, eyes lifting. "Did you have trouble falling to sleep again?" "Yeah, something like that," Laura responded. The past few months had been a tough time for Laura emotionally. Her ex-boyfriend Lance had broken up with her 2 months ago, but it still hurt today almost as much as it had during their final argument. For days Laura had cried every night. Tears would also randomly appear at work, forcing Laura to run to the bathroom and lock herself in a stall until she could compose herself. The days of crying and trouble falling asleep got to the point that one day Claire had randomly shown up at Laura's apartment holding two suitcases and a pillow. For a week Claire made sure Laura woke up in plenty of time to get ready for work. Evenings were spent with them either going shopping or Claire taking part in Laura's kickboxing classes. Dinner would consist of awesomely bad take-out with the girls either sharing silly stories from their childhood or watching Sailor Moon episodes online. Up until she had that strange childhood dream last night, life was beginning to feel somewhat normal to Laura. Claire had been a better best friend than Laura could have ever hoped to have. The waiter came to take their order. Laura ordered a glass of a Beringer White Zinfandel, while Claire ordered the same as well as some chocolate mini-scones. Laura raised an eyebrow. Claire rarely ate chocolate; she would usually complain afterwards about how fat she felt. Chocolate mini-scones meant Claire was buttering Laura up for something. "So, how did things go with Chris last night?" Laura asked cautiously. Claire blushed. "It went really well! His reaction of seeing me wearing those cute white socks was priceless! I told you that my socks idea would be killer!!" Laura just managed to hold in a groan. Claire was the whole package: a great friend, honest, intelligent enough to get a Master's Degree in Art History from a European conservatory, and a great body. Why in the world Claire felt so insecure about herself that she felt very shy being physically intimate with a man, Laura would never understand it. Claire's current boyfriend Chris was pretty cute and seemed to be a really good guy. He actually could be a keeper for Claire. However, during their girl talks Claire made it seem like Chris seemed to share Claire's lack of self-confidence. As a result their unique attempts to increase the level of "kink" in their relationship usually seemed both a bit amusing as well as odd to Laura. The waiter came back, placed their drinks and chocolates on the table, and then went back inside. Laura took one of the scones and nibbled at it. Whatever this was about, it did not appear to be about Claire's relationship. Let's try Door #2. "What about work? I know how stressful starting up your art gallery has been." Claire smiled, "No worries with work, the show last night made the gallery enough money to acquire a few more paintings that I did not think I would be able to fit into the budget!" Laura racked her brain while trying not to instantly devour the awesome chocolates. Okay, let's try Door #3. "Was the newest Sailor Moon Crystal episode good? I have not had the chance to watch it yet." "It was really good! We should watch it together soon," Claire replied. Laura grew a tad apprehensive. Whatever this favor was, she was not going to find out just yet. Claire left some money on the table. "Let's head over to the gallery!" She leaned in and lowered her voice so that only Laura could hear her. "Also, you need to keep this our secret. Last night Chris said that he loved how cute I looked in those socks so much that he is going to indulge in one of my fantasies by doing a little striptease dance for me to the music of Miley Cyrus' Wrecking Ball!" Claire stood up straight and started walking out of the café area, a slight blush on her cheeks. Laura could not fight it; she face palmed herself and then stood to follow Claire. Once inside the gallery, Laura waited as Claire turned on the lights to the building. "So, are you going to confess and tell me what those chocolate scones were about?" "Well, before we did ... stuff, Chris was telling me that his friend Alex had seemed a little distracted after his performance last night. I asked him if Alex said what was wrong, and it turns out Alex thought he saw someone in the crowd that had purple eyes like he does. Obviously, I am pretty sure Alex saw you." Laura stiffened as memories of the gallery opening started to come into focus. It was true, most people tended to remember her looks. It was impossible not to notice the silver strands of hair that came down the right side of her face, which contrasted with her otherwise long black hair. No matter how many times she dyed her hair, the silver seemed to come back within a few days. Additionally, there were her purple eyes. As a kid Laura had asked her mother if any of her relatives had purple eyes, which her mother replied that no one in their family did as far as anyone knew. Last night had affected her in a way that she did not understand at all. It had started off fun enough, with getting to see Claire all dressed up and having a few men in the crowd flirt with her. Everything changed when Alexander Cross came on stage. He was tall and very handsome, which was blatantly obvious to all the women most of which started panting at the sight of him. What got Laura's initial attention were his eyes. She had seen her reflection enough to know that the purple shade of his eyes matched hers exactly. He even shared the silver strands of hair, though his silver hair strands were instead on the left side of his face. What had affected her most was when he said "I love you all always and forever." That struck a distant chord in her memory and caused her to completely freeze. Laura had started feeling overwhelmed, so she had gone straight to her apartment and then straight to bed. "Anyway," Claire continued on, "Chris was asking if I knew any women from last night that had purple eyes, so I told him it was probably you that Alex saw." Laura looked at Claire. "Okay, so he probably saw me. What about it?" Claire smiled and answered, "Well, it seems that you had quite the effect on him, so I told Chris that you were single and would totally love meeting Alex at this gallery tonight." "What????" Laura looked at Claire in disbelief. "Why did you say that? You know I don't care for blind dates. Besides, I am just now starting to get my head back into a good space. Plus, I don't even know anything about this guy other than he is a musician!" Claire grinned, "Come on girl. It is way past time you deserved to have a little fun. Do you think he is hot?" Laura glanced at the ground, trying not to blush. "Well, I mean, he is not bad looking. I suppose he is cute, if you like that moody rock star thing." Claire walked up to Laura with a determined look on her face. "That green dress you bought last weekend with your tan Jimmy Choo shoes and your Michael Kors purse. Don't even think of deviating from that outfit. Chris promised me that Alex will be waiting for you here at 8 p.m. sharp, so don't make me look bad by being late!" "Fine, fine," Laura muttered. There was no winning with Claire at times like this. "First, I am going home and taking a nap before getting ready." Claire smiled as Laura walked out the exit door. "You are welcome!" ******************** Serenity collapsed on her bed, forcing herself to calm down. "That was so perfect that I almost could not handle it!" she thought. She lay there for an hour, trying in vain to get some sleep. The fresh memories of Daemon were driving her crazy. Her nipples were getting hard remembering what his mouth felt like on them. Serenity shivered. Remembering his fingers playing and teasing her entrance, how demanding his strokes were. Serenity clenched her thighs together hard, as she was getting wet all over again. A moan escaped her mouth from remembering the feel of his fingers inside her, driving her beyond crazy. Serenity stood up. She needed Daemon again. She looked everywhere with no success. He was not in his chambers, nor in the royal dining hall or the training grounds. On a hunch Serenity went to the stables and looked inside. Daemon was busy brushing the hair of his black warhorse Tornado. For his 14th birthday, Serenity had convinced their father to let her pick out a horse as her birthday present to Daemon. Seeing the overjoyed look on his face when Serenity showed him his new horse had thrilled her. Daemon's armor and sword were placed on a table, so that only his form-fitting black long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black boots were left on. Seeing how gently he was caring for Tornado caused her heart to ache. A grin appeared on her face as a naughty thought entered her head. Thankfully all the squires were away eating in the kitchen, so she did not have to worry about anyone else catching her. With Daemon's back towards her, Serenity tiptoed into the stables and slipped into the stall where all the horse care equipment was kept. Pressing herself up against a corner, Serenity did not have to wait long until Daemon walked in and placed the horse brush in the proper place. He was so deep in thought that he did not even notice her standing behind him. Sneaking quietly up behind him, Serenity threw her arms around him. "I found you! I win the new hide and seek game!" Daemon startled for a moment, then shook his head and placed his hands on top of Serenity's hands. "Somehow, I was not aware that we were playing a game right now. But yeah, you found me. Now what does the winner get this time?" Serenity grinned. "That is for the winner to know and the loser to find out." Daemon started to turn around, but Serenity tightened her grip on him, forcing him to stay facing away from her. Serenity leaned forward and began placing small kisses on the side of Daemon's exposed neck. She could sense his breathing picked up a bit; he was becoming as excited as she was. As she started nipping at his collarbone, her hands started moving down his hard chest. She could feel him straining to let her stay in control. Serenity felt intoxicated in the knowledge that she had this power over him, that she affected this man just as much as he affected her. Her hands kept moving downwards until she could feel his hardness through the material of his pants. Serenity knew he was pretty large from when she would be pressed against him while sleeping in his bed when it rained, but now she could tell exactly how well-endowed he actually was. His member was straining against the fabric, making her feel very hot on the inside. She slowly moved her right hand under his pants, moving downwards until she finally had her delicate hand enclosed around his hard cock. He felt as soft as velvet, yet as hard as a rock. The smallest of moans escaped Daemon's lips, showing her that she was doing the exact things to please him. Serenity leaned her head against Daemons right shoulder as they both watched her left hand tug his pants down until his manhood was gloriously on display for her. Seeing how hard he was and still getting, Serenity gasped as a wave of wetness started flooding her pussy. His cock looked so beautiful, so manly, so Daemon. On instinct Serenity began slowly moving her hand up and down his cock. She had never done this before and wanted this to be perfect for her perfect brother. His body was beginning to tremble, and she could feel his cock pulsing in her hand. Daemon struggled for control. Everything felt so gloriously good. He had dreamt about his sister holding his cock for so many years, and finally it was happening. Feeling her hand working his cock, it took every ounce of control to not turn around and ravish her right there in the stable pen. His breathing turned into moans when he felt her left hand move down to lovingly hold his balls. Daemon hissed. It felt so amazingly good, he could not imagine feeling more aroused than he was right now. Her left hand was holding them in such a tender way that he knew she was showing him her love and devotion for his cock and his balls. Daemon could not help but gasp as her small hand moved up and down on his hard cock, over and over and over again. He wanted to fuck her so bad. Daemon felt the animalistic urge to claim her, to make her his and his alone for all time. The first drops of pre-cum were coming out of him and dripping onto her hands. Daemon was raging with desire. He brought his right hand up and backwards to gently but firmly grasp a handful of Serenity's hair, and directing her head he turned his own head to the right and claimed her mouth with his lips. Their tongues clashed, each of them staking claim to the other. Daemon's need threatened to engulf him as he could feel Serenity moaning into his mouth, clearly as aroused as he was. Daemon could not hold himself back anymore, as she was making his need skyrocket beyond control. With Serenity jacking his cock off relentlessly, his cock twitched uncontrollably as he suddenly came very hard. Daemon growled in her mouth as his orgasm ripped through him, his knees threatening to buckle from the sheer pleasure she was giving him. His hot cum rushed out in torrents and coated the hay on the other side of the stall. After a minute, Serenity slowed down and eventually stopped. Letting go of her hair, he watched as she moved a finger to her mouth and started licking his cum off of her finger. Serenity smiled at him. ******************** Alex woke with a start. He had only meant to rest his eyes for a minute after parking his car, only to experience yet another new part to that dream. What did it mean? These dreams were becoming more frequent and intense. "I must be going crazy," Alex thought. Alex got out of his car and began walking out of the parking garage which was located a few blocks from the art gallery. Why in the world Chris was so determined to make Alex go on this blind date at the gallery, Alex had no idea. It was not like Alex lacked for companionship when he wanted it. Chris had started to say something about Miley Cyrus, but Alex had cut him off and changed the subject. Some kinks were just too disturbing to know about. Alex continued walking down the street when suddenly he heard a woman's scream. It sounded like it was coming from the alley just a few feet ahead. Alex hurried and turned into the alley when he saw a man wearing old, tattered clothes holding a woman in a green dress in front of him; she was faced away from her attacker with one of his hand pinning her arms to her stomach and his other hand around her neck. "Your money, bitch. I want it right now and you won't get hurt!" Hey!" Alex shouted. The homeless man quickly looked at Alex and turned the woman slightly to keep her in between them. "Let the lady go, and you can have the money in my wallet. It's cool, just don't hurt her." At that moment the woman's eyes met his, and time stopped. Alex was not aware of anything but the pair of purple eyes staring at him. Alex could not breathe. For a moment they were the only two people in the world, and Alex felt emotions flooding into him that he was not able to describe. Then the world came sharply into focus as the man slightly tightened his grip on her throat. "Take your wallet out slowly and throw it over here now! Hurry before she starts to get some bruises on this nice skin of hers!" Alex started to get a strange sense of déjà vu as he took his wallet out. Something about seeing this woman trapped and in danger felt eerily familiar, but for the life of him Alex could not remember why. That is when he noticed that the woman seemed to be calm. Remarkably calm, considering the dangerous situation she was in. Alex held his wallet out in front of himself. He had to make the man get close enough to where Alex could rush at him and use his jiu-jitsu to make that man let go of her. "Here is my wallet, now let her go!" What happened next stunned Alex. The moment the man's grip loosened on her as he began to lean forward, the woman's right heel slammed down on the man's right foot while simultaneously her right palm flew upwards and stuck the man under his chin so hard that his head snapped upward, his grip on her completely gone. Amazingly fast the woman moved forward and pivoted to face her attacker. Her right leg immediately swung around in the air, and the pointed toe of her shoe struck the man on the left side of his head with such force that his head flew back to smack hard into the wall behind him. The man immediately crumpled to the ground unconscious. Alex stared, unable to move. From the technique she used as well as the stance she instinctively took afterward, he could tell she was trained in kickboxing. Alex watched as she straightened up and suddenly looked embarrassed as she looked down to make sure that her dress was covering her up properly and if her long flowing skirt or shoes had been damaged. "Miss, are you okay? Do you want me to call 911 for you?" Alex asked. "No thanks," she replied as she looked at Alex. "I am okay, really. A few scratch or two never killed anyone. I am actually running a bit late to meet someone, but it is just a short walk from here." Alex was not sure what to think. The woman had just been attacked and who knew what else if he had not shown up, and now she was worried about meeting someone? "Well, if you don't need an ambulance, at the very least I am going to walk you to wherever you are going. And I am not accepting 'no' as an answer, so humor me."