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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-02-28 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 25227
****** Brotherly Love ******
by Saklani
Summary
     Dean and Sam share one perfect night together. Sam wants more, but
     Dean thinks they have made a mistake which must never be repeated.
     Feeling rejected and alone, Sam spirals downward, while Dean watches
     helplessly. Can he save his brother or has their one moment of bliss
     ruined everything between them?
Notes
     I love underage and angst, so I persuaded Rini into writing this
     little tale of woe about Sam and Dean. Please enjoy!
***** Before Leaving *****
Dean watched their tiny, rented house appear in the headlights of the Impala.
With Dad in the driver's seat, he'd spent most of the week a passenger and it
grated on his nerves. John had given him the car almost six months prior, and
Dean already thought of her as his baby. But the sight of their place made a
knot grow in Dean's stomach, the tension he'd felt since before they'd left.
Sam was inside and at the moment, he was the last person Dean wanted to see.
Turning to John, Dean said, "I'm gonna head out for a bit soon as we unload."
John frowned a little at his eldest, wondering why Dean didn't want to run in
and check on his baby brother, which was usually his first response when they
returned, especially after they'd been gone for so long. Still, he had no real
reason to object, so he nodded and said, "You've earned it. That was a pretty
sweet shot you made to take out the last ghoul."
"Thanks," Dean smile was genuine, the pleasure of a good word from his dad
always making things better. "I'll go in with you and see if there's anything
we need and grab that on my way home." Dean knew he needed to see that Sam was
home and safe, before he could go out and relax.
John nodded, pulled the car into the driveway, stopped and hopped out, mind
already on cleaning weapons, getting a drink and then sleeping.
Sam heard the Impala pull in, pushed away from the kitchen table, where his
homework lay neatly, and raced out to greet Dean... and dad. His face glowed
with joy at having Dean back after two weeks away. He never liked being dumped
on his own, but he had missed Dean even more fiercely this time, since... A
blush lit his cheeks, but it was more desire than embarrassment. Dean was back!
Dean climbed out of the car, shouldered his bag and turned in time to see Sam
barreling toward him with a grin that split his whole face. He was glad to see
that Sam was alive and apparently all in one piece, but the look on his face
twisted Dean's guts harder than the anticipation of seeing him. Two weeks had
been too long and not nearly long enough. Dean hadn't been able to outrun what
had happened between them. "Sammy," he said, voice low and gruff, "grab the
weapons outta the trunk?"
Sam skidded to a halt, a little confused by Dean's lack of reaction, but nodded
once. "Hey, dad," he said to John, as he shouldered the weapon's bag out of the
trunk. "Hunt go well?"
John smiled for his youngest, glad to see a contented expression for once on
Sam's face. "Yeah. Everything good here?"
Sam nodded and said, "Yes, Sir, nothing at all happening around here. Just
school and stuff." He shrugged and began to heft the bag toward Dean.
John felt a second's guilt that Sam no longer even bothered to fake telling him
about school and then forgot as he turned his thoughts to the last hunt and
what came next.
Catching up with his older brother, Sam bumped Dean's arm companionably and
asked, "So, how was the hunt?"
Blinking at Sam, Dean responded without thinking. "Nasty bunch of ghouls, but
we roasted them. Pretty normal, though it took a bit of time to figure out how
many we were working against." Dean stepped away, frowning at how close Sam was
and that he asked about the hunt. Sam never asked. It was an unspoken rule: Sam
didn't ask, and John and Dean didn't talk about it. "School good?" he asked,
the habit of taking care of Sammy embedded under his skin.
Sam smiled and nodded. "Got an A on my history midterm," he said. "Not much
else going on, though. I mean... it's not hard or anything." He shrugged and
tilted his head to look at his brother with adoring eyes. "I missed you."
Dean waited until Dad was in the house before turning to Sam. "What the hell,
Sammy? Since when do you miss me? Or say it?" He blinked, freaked beyond
thought that Sam was acting out of character. It was all his fault; he should
have been stronger, should have said no and held to that decision.
Sam took an involuntary step back, stung by the words and the look on Dean's
face. "I- I'm allowed to miss you," he stammered. "It's lonely to be by
yourself for two weeks." He paused, eyes wide with hurt and gnawing on his
lower lip. "I didn't mean it was your fault or anything. I'm sorry if you don't
like me to say it... I won't again."
The look on Sam's face, the pain in his voice and eyes, left Dean feeling
hollow and shitty. He dropped his bag and pulled Sam into a fierce hug. Sam
hadn't meant anything by his words, and Dean was acting like an ass about them.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. Missed you, too... two weeks is a long time without your
smelly ass hanging around." He tried to tease Sam the way they always did,
apologize to Sam in the only way he knew how.
The hug reassured Sam instantly, and he wrapped his arms equally tightly around
Dean. He dared to press a quick kiss below Dean's left ear, since their father
was safely inside. "Need something to eat? I can make you dinner."
Dean shook his head and stepped back, eyes a bit wild from Sam's kiss. "Nah,
I'm going out soon as I get cleaned up and see what we need in the house." He
backed further away and grabbed his bag, turning toward the house and hoping
Sam would drop the subject. "Dad grabbed us burgers an hour ago."
"You're going out?" Sam asked, the hurt back in his voice and doubled this
time. "But I thought you'd want to spend some time with me," he whispered, even
as his mind whispered how stupid and needy he was.
"Sammy, I been on the road with Dad for a week. I wanna go out, let off some
steam." Dean sighed, rolled his shoulders and tried not to look back at Sam.
"Besides, I imagine you have some homework, and there's school tomorrow, which
you can't miss."
"Let off some steam..." Sam whispered and then said in a louder voice, "You
mean picking up someone to fuck."
Dean sighed, stopping in his tracks. "Yeah, Sam, I'm going out to find some
cute chick and fuck her tonight. As much as I can, and for as long as she'll
let me." There was weariness in his voice, pain for hurting Sam, and
resignation from knowing that this was best because Dean could never touch Sam
again. He should never have touched Sam at all.
Sam felt the bottom drop out of his world, as everything he had assumed since
that night just over two weeks ago- that perfect, dreamy night when Dean had
really shown him how much he meant- shattered into a million tiny slivers. "But
you- We-" He couldn't fathom it, couldn't believe that Dean meant what he said.
"I thought... why? Why?"
"It was wrong, Sam. Never should have happened. Won't happen again." Dean
closed his eyes, back to Sam to hide his emotions, though he knew his voice was
thick.
Sam's hands balled into fists, as the weapon's bag hit the ground with an angry
clatter. "It wasn't wrong," he protested, tears choking his voice. "It was the
rightest thing that ever happened to me, Dean. Please- please don't do this."
Dean swallowed around the lump in his throat. "Sammy," he croaked out, "you're
my brother. My sixteen year old, baby brother. What we did is wrong on so many
levels, Sammy, and you know it."
"I don't care," Sam said, unable to prevent the tears that now soaked his
cheeks and leaked down his neck to his shirt. "We're not hurting anyone, Dean.
I want this... so much..." He paused, staring at his feet. "You don't?"
"I can't." Dean's voice filled with pain, but he knew John would coming looking
for them and the weapons soon. Turning, he did his best to ignore Sam, lifted
the bag of weapons and headed inside. It killed him to leave Sam crying
outside, but Dean couldn't afford to be weak about this... Sam was at stake,
and Dean knew he'd get over it, probably quick and painlessly, once he really
thought about it.
Sam stood there, tears still running down his face, unable to move. A huge
chunk of his chest seemed to be missing, ripped out by Dean in a few careless
words. Dean didn't want him. He was all alone with nothing. Just an endless
life of hunting and being an outcast. Picking up people in bars to fuck.
Scamming his way along with false credit cards and backroom bar hustling.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
John looked up from the kitchen table when Dean came in, noting that he was
carrying the weapons. "I thought Sam was taking care of those," he said in a
displeased voice. "Can't that kid even be relied upon to help carry a few damn
bags inside?"
"Leave him alone, Dad. Please. I brought them in so that Sam could get back to
his homework." Dean placed the bag of weapons on the edge of the table and
sighed, Sam's homework had been shoved to the side of the table, likely not in
an order he needed. "Sam had a tough time with the both of us gone for the two
weeks." His voice assumed a note of pleading like it was hopeless to want or
expect either thing to happen. Dean took his bag to his and Sam's room and
rummaged in his dresser for a change of clothes.
John grumbled under his breath about Dean babying his brother too much. And
when Sam dragged himself in several minutes later, he barked, "You know, we
don't ask much of you, Sam. We let you stay here and do your schoolwork while
we hunt. So, you've got no excuse for slacking on the damn few things we do ask
you to do!"
He expected a smart response, or at least the defiance Sam usually displayed
when John snapped at him. So, when Sam gave him a blank glance, mumbled, "Yes,
Sir," stuffed his usually immaculate homework haphazardly in his bag and
wandered off aimlessly, he did not know what to think. But as often happened
where his youngest was concerned, he dismissed it as teenage hormones and went
back to researching the harpy he wanted to hunt next.
Sam headed for the room he shared with Dean, stopped halfway there, stared
blankly down the hall and then walked outside again. He dumped his backpack by
the door and wandered past the Impala and down the block, not really heading
anywhere, having nowhere to go.
~~~~~~~~~~
The next few weeks blurred by in a dreary haze of pointless, endless seconds
that dragged out into a never-ending future of 'who cares' for Sam.  He
wandered through them, letting his grades slip and spending less and less time
at home.  After a few days pleading with Dean and then watching him leave to
fuck random strangers, Sam gave up and retreated completely from both his
brother and father.  A normal day consisted of Sam saying less than five words
to anyone, most of them 'yes' and 'no.'  So, when the quarterback of the
football team propositioned Sam after PE, he blinked with surprise.  And then
said, "Why not?"    
 
Sam felt amused by how much time the jock took to warm up, sharing a couple of
joints and a lot of booze with Sam before being ready.  The fucking was just
that, fucking, but Sam managed to get off twice, thinking about Dean.  The jock
was nearly sobbing with pleasure when he finally emptied into Sam's ass, not
even a condom between them.  It was two am before the jock dropped him in front
of the dumpy rental house they were staying in, and Sam staggered inside, after
ducking a goodnight kiss.
Dean sat on the couch, a bottle of beer dangling from one hand while he stared,
almost blankly, at the television screen.  Every so often, Dean would look at
the clock, scowl and take a slug from the bottle.  Sam wasn't home yet.  Sam
never stayed out this late.  Dean was getting worried, but was determined not
to freak out just because Sam was late.  When he heard a car pull up outside,
Dean frowned and tipped his head back to watch Sam stumble in the front door. 
"Have fun?" Dean asked, valiantly trying to remain neutral.
The remaining buzz from the booze and drugs evaporated at the sound of Dean's
voice.  Sam headed for the kitchen and a glass or two of water, debating
answering.  Finally, he settled for his normal recent conversations with Dean. 
"Yes."  He considered that answer with a kind of cold amusement, as he gulped
down the soothing liquid.  Honestly, it wasn't really the truth, though he
hadn't had a bad time, either.  It hadn't really felt like anything.     
"A little late coming in, aren't you?"  Dean's voice was still level, mild,
while he waited for Sam to come from the kitchen.  There wasn't a need to wake
Dad, and Dean was determined to find out what the hell was up with Sam before
John found out.
Sam finished his water, rinsed the glass out and then walked to the living
room.  He didn't look at Dean directly, because looking at him hurt, and Sam
preferred his dull world to that, focusing somewhere over his left shoulder
instead.  "No."
"Sam, it's two am.  You never come in after midnight, and if I hadn't convinced
Dad that you were off studying, you'd be in deep shit right now."  Dean
glowered at Sam, finished his beer and plunked the bottle on the end table. 
"So, where the fuck were you?"
Sam shrugged and said, "You don't have to make excuses for me."  He rubbed his
face and considered whether to take a shower now or in the morning.
"Where were you?" Dean tried the question again, a slight edge to his voice. 
If he wasn't mistaken, Dean could smell sex on Sam.  And not girl, but guy. 
Not that it was any of his business, not really, but Dean always kept his eye
on Sam, and now, Sam was acting out of character.
"Getting fucked good, if you really must know," Sam said dully, picking at a
loose thread on one of the sofa cushions.  He decided to shower tonight and let
John yell if he wanted.
Dean gaped at Sam, shocked at the callous way his brother spewed the words
out.  He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of an
appropriate response.  All he could come up with was something that he knew Sam
might bristle at, as soon as he spoke.  "That your new hobby now, instead of
schoolwork?"
"Not really," Sam said, tugging more of the thread out.  He wondered vaguely
where Dean was going with this or if he even had a point at all.  What did it
matter what Sam did with his time?  Dean didn't want him- he ruthlessly
suppressed the surge of pain that tried to flood him- and he didn't exactly
need to worry about his education to hunt, so what was the purpose to this
conversation?
"The school called today.  Your guidance counselor is worried, Sam."  Dean took
a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "She said that you've skipped school
several times in the past few weeks and your grades have dropped dramatically. 
What the fuck is going on, Sammy?"
Sam blinked and then shook his head a little at Dean.  "Does it really matter?"
he asked with a rippling shrug of his shoulders.  "It's not like anyone here
cares about my grades."
"I care, Sam.  You've always been so good at school, always cared about it." 
Dean sighed, unsure of how to help Sam.  "Why don't you anymore?"
"Cause there's no reason to, is there?" Sam asked, rejecting Dean's mention of
caring with a sneer.  "It's not like I'll get to do anything with it.  Maybe
make some zombie smarter when he eats my brains..."
Dean blinked in surprise at Sam's bitter, negative attitude.  "Fine, Sam. 
Never mind. Just don't let Dad catch you skipping or failing.  He'll punish
you, and nothing I say'll help."  He pushed to his feet and stared at Sam. 
"Wash the stink of the guy's come off before Dad smells you." 
Sam finally turned his blank, cold eyes to Dean's and said with utter contempt,
"So, random guys can bareback me, and that's just fine, as long as dad doesn't
have to be bothered with it? Figures."  He turned and walked down the hall. 
Catching up to Sam in the hallway, Dean spun him around and slammed him into
the wall.  "You let him bareback you?  What the fuck were you thinking, Sam?" 
Dean was right in his face, about as angry as he'd ever been at Sam.
Sam's breath huffed out in a pained rush, but he stared at Dean without
expression.  "I was thinking I didn't really care," he said.
"There's one thing you don't fuck around with, Sam, and that's using condoms. 
Jesus."  Dean kept Sam pinned the wall, heart slamming in his chest and fear
lacing his body.  Sam was not this kid, was not the one who messed up like
this- not ever.  "Talk to me, Sammy.  What's wrong?  Why don't you care about
anything anymore?"
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it again with an audible snap.  He'd
talked himself blue in the face about this, in fact, he'd cried and begged and
pleaded until he didn't have a voice.  Why go over it again?  "There's no
point," he repeated.  "Won't live long enough to die of AIDS anyway."
Dean stared at Sam, long and hard.  "I know you're smarter than that, Sam. 
AIDS isn't the only thing you can catch.  Seriously, Sam, what the fuck is
going one?"  He wasn't about to let Sam pass, though Dean could smell the musky
scent of unknown guy all over Sam's body.  The fact that his brother let
someone fuck him twisted Dean's stomach into knots that he fought to relax.  It
wasn't his place to tell Sam
to stop or get jealous of someone else touching him.
Sam didn't fight Dean, allowing himself to be pinned without a struggle.  He
kept his gaze off his brother again, staring at the wall behind him.  "Can I go
now?"
"You don't care what I say, do you?  Just going to do whatever you want and get
hurt."  Dean shook his head and then let go of Sam, backing down the hallway. 
He didn't know what to do for his brother. For the first time, Dean couldn't
fix things because Sam wouldn't tell him what was wrong.
Sam shrugged and said, "You've got no call to talk," before heading toward
their room. 
Dean followed Sam into the room.  "What's that supposed to mean?  I'm not out
there trying to catch something, Sam.  Or fucking up my school work."
"Telling me that I don't care what you say," Sam said, digging through his
clothes for something to sleep in.  He chose an old pair of sweats and a t-
shirt, no longer bothering to try and entice his brother with a little skin. 
Sitting on the bed, Dean sighed.  He looked at Sam, really looked, and saw that
his brother had lost weight.  "Talk to me, Sammy.  Tell me what's going on. 
Why are you losing weight?  Not doing your school work?" 
"I'm not going over it again," Sam forced out, his teeth gritted to keep tears
at bay.  He grabbed a pair of boxers and headed for the door.
Dean watched Sam go, blinking at his brother and not understanding him at all. 
For the first time, Dean didn't get Sam.  He pushed off the bed and followed
Sam down the hall, just stopping the bathroom door from closing in his face. 
"Sam, talk to me.  Talk to me before Dad comes after you."
"Is that supposed to be a threat, Dean?" Sam asked, mouth twisting in
contempt.  "You really think dad gives a fuck about me, except to keep from
getting noticed?  Please.  I've outgrown happy fairy tales... only believe in
the nightmares.  I've got lots of those.  So, what's an extra yelling session
with the old man, even if he does smack me around?  I'm used to that."
Blinking at Sam, Dean saw for the first time that he really didn't know who Sam
was anymore.  He shook his head, sadness and hurt creeping into his eyes,
before he backed away.  "I had no idea you hated us so much, Sam."  His voice
was low, quiet and pained.  Dean fluttered his lashes down and turned away from
his brother.
Dean's pain didn't really make Sam feel any better, so he said, "I don't hate
you.  Or dad.  This is just the way things are, isn't it?  I've finally learned
better than to dwell on the crap I can't have.  To get hurt by all that
anymore.  No more whining about having to leave another school behind.  No more
getting attached to anything... or anyone.  Isn't that better for me?"    
"I knew you weren't happy with this life, Sam, but you never let it change
you.  You never let it affect you... and you do hate us.  If that's what you
think our life is, it's no wonder you hate us and it."  Dean shook his head. 
"I'll talk to Dad.  Maybe we can leave you with someone for your senior year. 
Then you can be yourself."
Sam lifted his head and considered this with actual interest.  "You think he
would?" he asked, focusing on Dean for a moment.
"Maybe.  I'll talk to him in the morning... you can live your life without
us."  The thought pierced Dean's heart, but he'd rather Sam go on with life on
his own rather than fall into whatever had taken him over recently.  "You'll
never have to bother with us again."
The door to John's room flew open, and he stuck his head out, barking angrily,
"Are the two of you done yet?  I'm trying to get some sleep here, so we can
pack up and leave tomorrow!"


Sam glanced at Dean and then at their father.  "Tomorrow?" he asked without
expression.
"Tomorrow?" Dean parroted the question. 
John scowled and folded his arms across his chest to glare at both his sons. 
"There's been a rash of deaths from what I suspect to be a harpy, and we can't
delay our leaving any longer.  I planned to have us pack up after Sam came back
from school, but since you two don't seem to be interested in getting any
sleep, you can pack up and be ready to go first thing in the morning."


Sam nodded at John and said, "Sure.  Why not?"
Dean blinked.  "Yes, Sir, we'll be ready to go at first light."  He knew he
could pack himself in an hour, not that he'd be ready to drive at first light
without some sleep.
John stared blankly at Sam, confused again by his youngest's acceptance of the
situation.  "Good, then.  Now shut up and go to sleep."  He turned and marched
into his room, slamming the door shut.


Sam smiled a little and said, "Well, I guess that settles what dad thinks of
my education."  He turned to enter the bathroom.  "But thanks for your idea."
Sighing, Dean watched Sam go into the bathroom and close the door before
looking at John's door.  He blinked, turned back to his own room, started to
pull his belongings out and put everything on the bed for packing.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sam leaned back in the front passenger seat of the Impala and watched the
scenery with a bored expression. He paid no attention to his father and brother
before they left, not caring about the hunt, so he had no idea where they were
going. The landscape held nothing more than a series of endless agricultural
fields with a smattering of sheep. Meanwhile, his brother played his music
endlessly... and loudly. Sam figured he was getting a preview of Hell.
Dean beat his hands on the steering wheel in time to AC/DC, taking a minimal
amount of pleasure in his music. Sam hadn't reacted to the loud music, and that
was enough to tell Dean that Sam really didn't care about anything any longer.
He'd been running their conversation over and over in his head, trying to come
up with the best way to approach their dad about dropping Sam off.
"Hey, can we stop at the next rest stop?" Sam asked. "I need to pee." He looked
around them and said, "Or maybe just pull over... well, anywhere, since there's
nothing but a million stalks of corn around."
"Yeah. You hungry?" Dean wasn't sure there'd be a rest stop at any point soon,
but he'd try to give Sam whatever he could, like he'd always done.
Sam shook his head and said, "Nah. Had a granola bar before. Peeing would be
good, though. Anywhere you can pull over, Dean... please." He grimaced a little
at his body's insistence.
Dean pulled the Impala over onto the shoulder, watching their father's truck
continue on ahead. He knew where the next meeting place with John was, but the
thought of being alone with Sam was not a comforting one.
Sam hopped out of the car, headed behind the corn and took care of business. He
backed up and sighed a little, rubbing his head. He wished he knew what to do
now. Without his connection to Dean, there really was nothing left. School
meant something only when he had Dean there to cheer him on. Since Dean
rejected him, there was no pleasure left in excelling at his grades. Hunting
had never been his thing, except that Dean was there to encourage and badger
him to do better.
Popping out the tape, Dean sifted through a few others before sliding Metallica
in and turning the volume down slightly. He tilted his head back on the seat
and closed his eyes, wishing he could fix whatever was wrong with Sam. But no
matter how many times Dean asked, Sam wouldn't tell him what was wrong, what
had caused the slide in his priorities.
Sam walked out of the fields and toward the Impala. He climbed into the car and
flopped in his seat, stretching out his long legs. "Thanks."
"Yeah, Sam, let me know if you need to stop or eat." Dean blew out a breath and
lifted his head. He rolled his neck back and forth, before putting the car into
gear and pulling back on the road.
Sam nodded and rubbed the back of his right calf, gritting his teeth at the new
pain of growing. He wondered if he was ever going to stop getting taller, since
he had already equaled and surpassed both his father and brother.
"You get any sleep last night?" Dean asked, looking into the rearview mirror
before focusing on the road ahead of them, wincing at the thought of all the
flat land to the next job.
"Huh? Oh, a little. No less than usual." Sam spoke without any inflection,
answering the question without expression.
Dean opened and then closed his mouth. As usual of late, Sam didn't want to
talk to him, and Dean didn't know how to get through to his brother. He sighed
and tried to lose his thoughts in the music, but with the volume lowered, he
couldn't ignore Sam beside him.
"You can turn the music up," Sam said, staring at the scenery again. "You never
like to turn the volume down."
Laughing without humor, Dean shook his head. "It's no fun if you don't care."
He shrugged and rolled his head on his shoulders again. So much of Dean's life
related directly to Sam, and what he would think or say or do. Dean had not
realized how much he relied on that to get through the days.
"Huh, you don't say," Sam said with a snort of non-amusement.  "How about
that?"  He  tapped a slow rhythm on his right knee. 
"Fine.  Whatever, Sam."  Dean turned the music back up, slid his sunglasses
over his eyes and went back to staring out the windshield.  If Sam wanted to be
a sarcastic ass, then Dean would just drive, do his best to ignore his brother
and try and figure out a way to fix whatever was wrong.
They drove in silence, asides from the blaring music, for several hours, before
pulling into an old truck stop for lunch.  Sam eyed the place, shook his head a
little and climbed out of the Impala.  As he headed slowly for the doors, he
caught a burly trucker watching him a little too closely.  Glancing over, he
dropped his head and gave the guy a shy smile, dimples winking.  And smirked
internally when the guy's face heated up. 
Dean walked briskly to John's side, leaving Sam to trail behind, since he knew
he'd not have long to bring up the topic of Sam.  "Dad?" he asked, quiet
strength in his voice.  "Something's wrong with Sam.  Very wrong.  I think we
need to leave him off at Caleb's or Jim's for a bit."  He knew that it wasn't a
solution, just a band-aid, but Dean needed to get Sam with someone he actually
liked and respected.
John frowned at his eldest and then glanced over to where Sam lagged.  "Sam,
get your ass over here!" he barked and scowled when Sam barely even glanced at
him.  "He seems to be the same pain in the ass to me."
Without ratting Sam out completely, Dean was stuck with only telling John part
of the truth.  "I think he's being careless... I know he had sex without a
condom, Dad, and he's not happy.  Can't you see how miserable he is... how it's
doubled in the last month?"
John's frown increased, nearly overwhelming his face.  "Without a condom?  I'm
shocked Sam had sex at all.  He's usually got his nose stuck too far in a book
to even care about other things."  He watched his youngest son stroll casually
across the parking lot, his face the usual blank, sullen mask.  "I'll talk with
him about the sex, but the rest is just being a teenager, Dean.  He'll get over
it."
Dean wanted to scream at John's blindness, wanted to tell his dad the truth, so
he'd know just how far off the track Sam had fallen.  But he couldn't and
wouldn't betray Sam that way.  Dean ran his hand over his face.  "I already had
the sex talk with him, Dad.  I'll try again and if it doesn't work, I'll tell
you, okay?"  He really didn't want another screaming matching that night.
John paused for a brief moment, his paternal instincts warning him that he was
making a mistake, but as usual, being a hunter concerned him first, so he
nodded and walked into the diner.  "Get your brother in here," he called back.
 
Sam gave the trucker a last look, knowing he would approach later, and then
walked over to Dean.  "Time for greasy hamburgers on coffee-stained tables?"
"Yeah, Sammy.  If we're lucky, they might have fried chicken."  It was an old
joke of theirs, but Dean did not know if Sam would respond.  So much of his
brother had bled away, so that nothing Dean said got a reaction.
"I'll settle for something not overcooked," Sam said with a tired sigh.  He
rubbed his right eye, which stung a little in the afternoon sun.  "Actually,
think dad would mind if I skipped lunch?" 
Dean, feeling guilty now that John would actually miss Sam, said, "Yeah,
Sammy, today he will.  I'll stop again later, if you want to get a salad or
something."
Sam raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of dry amusement, "You tried to
talk to him about me.  So, how did that go?"
"He said he'd talk to you, and I told him not to bother."  Since Sam was being
a brat, Dean figured he'd be blunt.  "I told him you weren't listening, that
you didn't care about anything, and he said you were just being a teenager. 
But I don't fucking believe it, Sam, because this behavior isn't you.  Not by a
long shot."  His stomach turned sour when he was reminded of the crap going on
with Sam, so Dean wasn't in the mood for lunch anymore.  What he really wanted
was to climb in the car and drive off.  But that wouldn't do any good either,
so he opened the door and waited for Sam to walk inside.
Sam studied him for a long time and said, "And you honestly have no idea why
that could be, do you?"  He shook his head in an impatient gesture, long hair
flopping about.  "You could leave me here.  Social services would come for me."
Dean shook his head.  "I'm not leaving you to social services, Sam.  You're my
fucking brother, even if you don't get what that means.  If you don't see that
you're the fucking world to me, then that's just something you'll never
understand.  But I won't leave you on the side of the road."  He hated that
they were standing in the entrance of a crummy truckstop, fighting about
something that neither of them could see the other side of.
A spark of anger ignited in Sam's eyes, and he surged forward at Dean, fists
clenched.  "Don't you ever say that again, Dean.  I'm not the world to you. 
I'm not anything to you, except some sort of burden you decided to martyr
yourself with.  And if you think that's the same thing, then you're the one
who'll never understand."
Grabbing Sam by the arm, Dean dragged him away from the door and the walkway. 
"How the hell do you know what you mean to me, Sam?  You've never been a
burden, not ever in my life."  He released Sam abruptly and shoved his hands in
his pockets.
"I know because you pushed me away," Sam said, voice tight and low.  He had
promised himself that he would never bring this up again, but he couldn't help
himself.  He stepped back, turning his head away and fighting for the calm,
blank facade he had perfected over the past weeks.
"I didn't push you away, Sam.  I just said we couldn't have sex again.  That's
not the same thing at all.  You walked away from me, away from being my
brother, away from my love."  Dean vibrated with anger, face heating at saying
all of those things to Sam, but he wasn't going to shoulder the blame, when Sam
had turned his back on him.
"You left me crying alone every night for a week," Sam snarled, "because you
decided for us both that it was wrong.  As if there was any fucking part of
this miserable life that's right!"  He turned his back on his brother and
walked away.  "Tell dad I'm not hungry."
Dean watched Sam walk away and then spun on his heel.  He entered the truckstop
in a cloud of hurt and anger, the emotions rolling off him
uncharacteristically.  Sitting with John, Dean ordered two hamburgers and fries
to go, as well as a couple of milkshakes and a soda.  He wasn't hungry, but
knew they both would be later.  "Sam's not hungry and neither am I, Dad.  I'm
just gonna grab him, and we'll hit the road again."
John looked up from his journal at his scowling son and said, "I'll take Sam
for awhile, if he's getting to be too much to handle, Dean."
Dean was half tempted, but didn't want to scrape the blood out of the truck if
he left Sam riding with John.  "Could we think about setting Sam down with
Caleb or Jim for the remainder of the school year?"
John set down the journal and really focused on Dean.  "You're serious about
leaving Sam behind somewhere?  You hate it when we go away for a few hours
without him.  Even for the most serious hunts."
"Yeah, I know, but if he were with Jim or Caleb, he'd be safe, and we could
call and check in."  Dean sighed and looked out the window to see Sam walking
near the trucks.  "Dad, I really think something's really wrong.  Something
more than being a teenager, and he won't let me help him fix it.  I think,
maybe, he needs some space."
"Or maybe we've spoiled him for too long," John said, tapping his fingers
impatiently on the table.  "Maybe what he really needs is to toe the line for
awhile, until he understands how much we've really been babying him.  A few
tough hunts, and he'll be back in order."
Dean shook his head, looked out the window and frowned when he couldn't see
Sam.  "I don't think Sam's going to toe the line, but maybe not being left
behind would be best."  Dean honestly had no idea and wasn't sure he could deal
any longer.
John read the tension in Dean's body and sighed, wishing his youngest had taken
more after his elder.  Dean had always fallen in line, loved hunting and obeyed
John's orders without question.  But Sam... he had never accepted their life or
his place in it.  "We'll see how he handles himself at this next hunt, Dean. 
If he seems off, then I'll call Jim and see if he can watch after Sam for the
rest of the school year."
"Thanks, Dad."  Dean smiled, a wave of relief washing over him.  He looked for
Sam again and was worried that his brother was not visible.  Thanking the
waitress, Dean grabbed the food she put on the table and nodded at his Dad once
he stood.  "I'll see if I can't get him to come around by the time we stop. 
Same plans for tonight?"
John nodded and said, "We've got another solid day of driving to go before we
get there, Dean.  If Sam does get to be too much, I'll take him for awhile." 
He returned to his journal, dismissing everything but the hunt from his mind
again.
Dean nodded, but knew that John was focused on the hunt.  He hefted the food
and headed back to the Impala.  The sun was hot while Dean crossed the lot, his
eyes scanning for Sam and not finding him anywhere.  With the state his brother
had been in, Dean knew that couldn't mean anything good.  Stowing the food in
the back seat, Dean locked the car up and headed toward the row of trucks,
where he'd seen Sam last.  At the next to the last truck, his stomach flipped
and heart sank when he heard moans.  Dean prayed fervently that he was about to
interrupt something that did not involve Sam.
Sam sucked on the burly trucker's huge, dripping cock with something akin to
dark amusement.  He had not given many blowjobs in his life, but he was a fast
learner, and mastered everything this guy seemed to like with little trouble. 
He'd waved off the hundred bucks the guy offered, willing to do it for free. 
Now on his knees, the guys pants sunk to his ankles, he slurped away with
neither glee, nor distaste.  The trucker, on the other hand, seemed to think he
was the second coming, groaning, moaning, growling and calling him a string of
names, including 'pretty little whore,' 'dirty boy,' 'sweetlips,' and Sam's
personal favorite, 'hot, fucking cocksucker.'  
When Dean heard a moan that sounded like 'dirty boy,' he frowned and rounded
the end of the truck.  He stared down the long space, the sight of rough, dirty
hands tangled in the strands of Sam's hair leaving him breathless in all the
wrong ways.  Dean closed his eyes against the sight, then steeled himself to
make a scene.  "Take your fucking hands off him!  Sammy, get to your feet and
get into the fucking car!  Now!"
The trucker started, nearly choking Sam, but Sam handled the hard movement and
continued to suck.  He saw no reason why Dean should interfere in his sex life,
especially since Dean picked up a new fuck buddy every night.  But the trucker
yanked away and began to scramble back into his pants, obviously unwilling to
face down an angry man with his cock hanging out.  Sam sat back and wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand, sighing a little. 
"Sam.  Get.  In.  The.  Car."  Dean glowered at him, still on his knees and not
remotely looking like he was planning on moving any time soon.  Shifting his
glare to the man trying to tuck himself in his pants, Dean clenched his fists
and advanced toward them.
Sam surged to his feet in a smooth motion and stepped in front of Dean. 
"You've really got no right to interfere, Dean," he said without expression or
inflection.  "You pushed me away, so any claim you might have had to getting
pissed off is pretty much gone.  And I'm not some little kid who doesn't know
what he's doing, so don't pull that brother crap, either.  He wasn't hurting
me.  He asked, and I said yes."  He shifted a little, a cold smile creeping
across his face.  "Besides, I'm only upholding the family tradition, following
in your footsteps." 
Dean grabbed Sam and pushed him to the side, glaring at his brother.  "I don't
give a shit how grown up you think you are.  You're sixteen, still a minor, and
that means you don't go around fucking or getting fucked by adults.  Got it?" 
He shook his head, his eyes flowing between sad and angry.  "If I thought you
were acting like an adult, Sam, I wouldn't have to chase you around, stop you
from doing this shit.  But you're acting like a spoiled brat, so you're going
to get treated like one."  Turning back to the trucker with a scathing glare,
he said, "You might want to be more careful who you pick up; sixteen year olds
can get you in a heap of trouble."  He started to drag Sam back toward the car.
Forgetting the trucker completely, Sam dug in his heels, dragging back on Dean
with every step.  He still didn't have Dean's muscle mass, but his added height
and weight did make him a difficult object to haul.  "A spoiled brat, huh? 
Because I wanted something for myself other than the chance to get ripped apart
by monsters, fucked by strangers and live in crappy motel rooms.  Well, now I
don't give a shit anymore, so I don't see how that makes me spoiled."   
"Jesus fucking christ, Sam."  Dean grabbed him with both arms, wrestling until
he had his brother pinned to the side of the truck.  "There are a number of
reasons that I said no, not the least of which are that you are sixteen and my
brother.  But you couldn't accept that, could you?  No, you had to sabotage
your life,
Sammy- throw everything away, destroy it all because I told you 'no' for the
first time in your life.  So, yeah, that makes you a spoiled brat."  Staring
into his brother's face, Dean knew that it was all his fault, that if he'd only
stayed strong, Sam wouldn't be this way.  He dropped his grip on Sam and
sighed.
"You're all I have... all I had, Dean," Sam said quietly, trying to force
himself to stay strong.  "I'm not daddy's little soldier, like you are.  I
can't be that... it's not who I am.  And it makes him love me less, even if he
doesn't want or mean to.  For one moment, you gave me what I want most, the
only time I've ever had anything completely... and then you took it away. 
Whatever your reasons, you left me nothing but the little scraps I've tried to
live off all my life.  And they're not enough anymore.  No more happy fairy
tales, yeah?  It's better to care about nothing than spend all your time
miserable."  His lower lip trembled, though he schooled his features with every
bit of his formidable will.  "I mean, really, what do you see me getting out of
life?"
"God, Sammy, I'm sorry I hurt you."  Dean hung his head, hands thrust into his
pockets and heard the trucker moving around uneasily behind them.  Lifting his
head, Dean glared at the other man and then looked back at Sam.  "Can we at
least talk more in the car?  Not here..."
Sam glanced back at the trucker and felt a little sorry for the other man, a
victim of his own libido and Sam's complete apathy.  That emotion, along with
Dean's visible hurt, pierced some of the armor around Sam's heart.  But he
didn't know what there was left to say.  "Yeah, okay."    
Dean turned and led Sam back to the Impala, hands still shoved into his pockets
and head hanging low, almost between his shoulders.  Once he was settled in the
driver's seat, Dean waited for Sam to join him.
Sam settled into the passenger seat and wordlessly picked up the paper bag of
food.  He dug out a burger, set it in front of Dean and then dug out another
for himself.  Taking a bite, he asked, "Is there something else you want to
know, Dean?"
"Why are you throwing everything else away, Sammy?  Why don't you want to study
anymore?"  Dean wanted to ask why Sam cared about him so much, but didn't think
it was an answer he was ready to hear. 
"When I'm done with high school, Dean, what do you picture me doing?" Sam
asked, forcing down another bite of his burger. 
Dean sighed.  "I kinda figured you'd go off and do something, Sam.  I have no
idea what, but I know you're not happy with this life.  You never have been." 
It saddened Dean, tore him up that his brother was so unhappy in the life that
made Dean happy.
Sam straightened up and looked at Dean, mouth slightly open.  "You expected me
to leave?" he asked.  "What about dad?  You think he's envisioning me just
taking off?"
"No, but you've never done one thing he's ever wanted, Sam.  I didn't expect
you to start when you hit eighteen."  Dean shrugged and scrubbed at his face,
before grabbing the other burger and forcing himself to eat.
Hurt by the words, Sam slumped back against the seat, burger forgotten.  "I've
always done what he wanted," he spat.  "Maybe not with a happy face and a 'yes,
Sir' the way you do, but everything has always been his way."   He stared out
the passenger window, hurting again and hating himself for letting Dean pull
down the walls he'd been so carefully constructing.
Dean sighed.  "That's what I meant, Sam.  You've never just done what he
wanted.  It's always been a battle between the two of you."  Leaning his head
on the side window, Dean closed his eyes.  "I've never wanted you to go, but
I've also always known that you were probably going to bail out as soon as you
could.  I just never expected you to do it early or in a way that hurt you."
"Then let me go now, Dean.  Cut me loose with social services, so you can never
find me again.  Forget I exist and just hunt the way you and dad want.  I'll
make my own way, without having to worry about disappointing you and dad or
having to choose between school and hunting.  No more fights.  No
more babysitting.  You wouldn't have to feel like you were going to do
something you might regret with me. Fuck, it would be awesome for you both.  " 
Sam gripped the seatbelt tight between his fingers.
"I don't want to let you go, Sammy.  Not now, not ever.  Fuck... you only hear
what you want."  Dean turned on the car and slammed it into gear before pulling
onto the road.  He wasn't going to give Sam the option of running away from
this.  "I never said I wanted you to leave, I just said that I'd come to terms
with the fact that you likely would.  Besides, do you really think either Dad
or I would be okay with you just out there somewhere?  Because if you do, then
you don't know either of us as well as you think you do."
Sam gritted his teeth as his head banged against the door and then carefully
buckled his seatbelt.  Stalemate.  Dean didn't want him to go, but he wouldn't
let him close, either.  "Are you happy now?" he asked, watching the scenery rip
by in an unpleasant blur.
"No, Sam, I haven't been happy in a long, fucking time, but no one seems to
notice or give a shit."  Dean bit his lower lip after he lashed out, cursing
himself for opening his mouth, but knowing he spoke only the truth.  He slowed
the car slightly, getting them back at the speed limit and trying not to take
his frustrations out on the Impala.
Sam turned slowly toward Dean, straightening in his seat and looking intently
at him.  "Why not?" he asked.
"Because you haven't really spoken to me or so much as looked at me in nearly
two months, Sam."  Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel, eyes glued to
the road.  "Because you were the one person in my life who was actually my
friend, and you haven't been that in awhile now."  What Sam hadn't realized,
and Dean simmered about that, was his misery had permeated every part of Dean
because Sam had pulled completely away from his brother.
Sam nodded and looked away from Dean again.  "It hurts too much to be around
you, Dean.  There's no more joy in it."  He shrugged and leaned back in his
seat again.  "Were you happy before that?"
"Before that?  Yeah, I was."  Dean's response was soft, almost despairing. If
what Sam said was true, then Dean would never be happy again.
"I'm glad," Sam said.  "I haven't been happy since I hit puberty and began to
think for myself.  Sure, there were good times, mostly with you, but nothing
that lasted."  He rubbed his legs in a reflexive response to stress.  "That's
why I've just given up.  I fooled myself into thinking I would be happy... with
you.  And I fell too far and too hard from that hope." 
"Please don't destroy your life because of me, Sam.  It's not worth it."  Dean
took the turn for the Interstate, easing them into the flow of the afternoon
traffic. 
Sam reached out and brushed his fingers over Dean's right leg gently.  "That's
where you're wrong, Dean.  You've always been worth it."  And he didn't say
another word the rest of the day.
~~~~~~~~~~
Sam walked quietly behind his father and brother, carrying a shotgun loosely in
his hands.  The dark pressed around them, only the rattle of a few tree
branches and the occasional cry of a night animal to disturb the night.  The
ominous atmosphere suited Sam's mood just fine.
 
Since his heartfelt discussion with Dean two days earlier, Sam had been doing
a lot of thinking and very little talking.  He followed his father's orders
without comment, not even the 'yes, Sir,' 'no, Sir' that Dean always gave. 
They sparred and practiced every night, but Sam's mind was conspicuous by its
absence.
 
He couldn't go on hurting Dean.  He loved him too much for that.  And it really
did make him a spoiled brat, if he hurt Dean because he wasn't getting what he
wanted.  In his heart, he knew Dean was just trying to do what was best for
him, even if Sam didn't agree with it. He resolved to try and act a little more
normally with him, and put a bit more effort into school, too, if only to keep
Dean and dad off his back. But he longed to be somewhere else, someone else. Or
not there at all.    
     
Dean followed behind Sam, taking in what he could of the deep dark around
them.  John led the way, the polished movements of his body a testament to his
marine training.  Dean often felt clumsy and awkward next to his father, but it
only pushed him to work harder and do better.  Sam, on the other hand, had
never engaged in their hunts, until now.  This time he was actually doing what
was asked and doing a better job of it than ever before.  But Dean could see
that his heart wasn't in it and that tugged at him. 
Sam stopped as John lifted his hand and indicated they were going to split up. 
He moved to the right, as directed, and headed deeper into the trees, now
alone.  Blowing out a long breath, and watching the mist trail out in front of
him, he wondered again what he would do with his life.  Nothing seemed to
beckon him at all-
 
And that's when the harpy swooped down from the sky and slashed him right
across the face.
Following his father's orders, Dean peeled off left from the group, taking one
last look at Sam before doing so.  He angled through the trees, eyes scanning
the dark night sky when a horrendous screech split the silence- coming from the
direction Sam had disappeared in.  Dean spun on the spot and started off a fast
clip to catch up to Sam.
Sam staggered back from the blow, blood gushing from his temple and blinding
him in the left eye.  He raised the shotgun and took off a chunk of the harpy's
right leg with a blast.  She shrieked again, the noise loud and violent, and
veered toward him.  Her wings directed her at falcon speed, and she slammed him
to the ground, gashing open his front from nipple to bellybutton.
Dean rounded the tree in time to see Sam get split open.  He lifted his gun
without thought and fired at the harpy, aiming for as much damage as possible. 
"Sammy!" he screamed, wanting and needing to hear something from his brother.
Sam heaved for breath in shallow pants, his body a mass of agony.  He dimly
heard Dean's scream, the shot and the harpy's answering shrieks.  Another piece
of the birdwoman blew away, in a staggering mess of blood and feathers, but she
wheeled again, seemingly determined to take Sam with her.  And as she streaked
toward him, her one remaining talon open, claws gleaming, he released his hold
on the shotgun, relaxed back and shut his eyes. 
"Sammy!"  Dean charged toward Sam and the harpy, shotgun lifted for another
shot at her, but he knew he'd hit Sam.  Instead, Dean dropped the gun and
launched himself at the harpy, knocking her off course.
John raced into the glade in time to see his eldest tackle a six-foot harpy to
the ground, her wings beating at him.  His youngest lay nearby, blood pooling
around him.  But the elder Winchester did not pause.  He drew his knife and
barreled toward Dean and the struggling harpy.  Grabbing her thrashing body, he
yanked back her throat and slit her neck, spattering them both with blood.
Dean lay panting on the ground, covered in blood and gore.  He took a couple of
beats, trying to regulate his breathing, before he climbed out from under the
harpy and went to check on Sam.  Sitting next to his brother, Dean ran his hand
gently over Sam's side and then shook his head.  "He looks bad."
John gritted his teeth and muttered, "Damn fool kid, what the Hell was he
thinking, taking her on alone?"  His hands trembled a little as he assessed
Sam's wounds, however.  "Call an ambulance, Dean.  We're not moving him."  He
began to work to stop the bleeding, focusing intently on his training to keep
under control.  "I'll move the harpy now and then burn her remains after they
pick the two of you up.  You remember our cover story for this?"
Dialing his cell, Dean hoped the ambulance would make it in time.  He'd watched
Sam, seen the split second his brother decided not to fight for his life, and
the knowledge twisted through Dean's gut like a knife.  He'd laid his brother
so low that Sam was willing to just lay down and die.  After giving the
dispatch the pertinent details, Dean hung up the phone and crouched next to
Sam.  "He gave up Dad, just laid down and was going to let the harpy kill him. 
Still think this is just a teenage thing?"  Dean couldn't help the bitter anger
that crept into his voice at the thought of losing Sam.
John frowned, insides gnawing on themselves, as he worked on his pale son.  "I
don't understand," he said quietly.  "I know this life is hard on him, always
has been.  But he's always had so much spirit.  What's changed to make him so
despondent now?"  //What did I miss?// he didn't say.


Dean bit the inside of his lip and turned his head away.  There was no way that
Dean could tell John what happened.  "Sam's given up, Dad."  The sound of the
ambulance approaching sent a wave of relief through Dean.

John looked up as the siren approached rapidly.  "Help me get this thing out of
site, Dean."  He grabbed Sam's shotgun and one part of the Harpy, moving to
drag her out of view.  "Remember, you and he were out here goofing off, you
heard him scream and found him like this.  There's been a rash of these attacks
out here, so nobody will disbelieve you, as long as we clean up well."

"Yes, Sir.  Sammy and I were fooling around."  Dean grabbed some other pieces
of the harpy and sent them flying into the woods, not willing to leave Sam for
long.

John hauled the body out of sight and covered it quickly, making sure the
police wouldn't find the remains.  He took Dean's weapons and said, "Take care
of Sammy," before disappearing back into the woods.

Dean sighed, crouching next to his brother.  "Yes, Sir," He breathed the words
out and stroked his brother's hair back from his face, tears streaming down his
cheeks for the brother who was ready to die.

Sam's eyes fluttered open on a groan, and he blinked a few times to bring the
person above him in focus.  He could dimly make out the sound of sirens nearing
them, but his focus landed on the wet leaking from Dean's eyes.  "Dean?" he
murmured.

"Sammy," Dean breathed out, stroking the hair back from his face and holding
his hand tightly.  "Help's coming.  They're going to take care of you."

Sam tried to breathe deeply, but his side burned like fire, so he settled on
shallow pants.  "What- what happened?"

"The harpy attacked you while we were out here fooling around."  Dean hoped
that Sam could get the subtle shift of the story..

The ambulance pulled up with a screech of brakes, and people were hopping out,
running toward the two brothers.  Sam managed a weak smile at Dean and mumbled,
"Fooling around's gonna get me killed," before the paramedics were there,
pushing Dean out of the way and working on the mess that was Sam.

~~~~~~~~~~

 
Sam woke up and blinked slowly at the bright, sterile room.  His mind felt
muzzy, a sea of pea soup and clouds, and he tried to remember what was going
on.  Moving his head, he saw Dean sitting in a cheap, plastic chair and looking
like the world had ended.  "Hey," he tried to say, but all that emerged was a
sick croak.

Dean turned his head to Sam immediately, reaching out to touch him and then
dropping his hands by his side.  "Sammy, thank god."  His breath came shaky and
soft, Dean's shoulders convulsing slightly, while he worked to hold on to the
sob that threatened to escape.  

Sam blinked dopily at Dean, trying to fathom what was so wrong.  He was in the
hospital, so yeah, that was bad, but not exactly unusual.  "Water?" he asked,
knowing he needed some to talk more clearly.

"Anything, Sammy."  Dean lifted Sam against his chest and then held the straw
to Sam's lips so he could get the water he wanted.

Sam sipped at the water, enjoying the cool down the back of his parched
throat.  He finally released the straw with a little sigh and shut his eyes for
a moment, pulling together some strength.  "I fucked up bad, huh?" he said,
voice still weak.

Dean choked on a combination laugh and sob.  He stroked Sam's hair and put the
water on the table before he pulled his brother against him.  "We almost lost
you, Sammy."

Sam sighed and allowed himself to snuggle against Dean, unable to resist the
comfort.  "'M sorry, Dean."  He fisted one hand in Dean's shirt.  "Didja get
the... harpy?"

"Yeah, we killed her before the ambulance came.  Dad burned her remains, while
I rode with you to the hospital."  Dean rocked Sam against him, stroking his
hair and holding him close.  Tears slid down his face and into Sam's hair, but
Dean couldn't bring himself to care.

Sam untangled his hand from Dean's shirt and touched the tears on his right
cheek, staring at them like they were completely foreign.  "'M all right, De. 
Why're you crying?"

"We almost lost you."  Dean rocked Sam tightly and then settled him back on the
bed, hand tangling with Sam's and holding it tight.  "It took them three tries
to stabilize you."

"Oh."  Sam tried to process that, but it was way too much for his overtired and
foggy brain.  "Sorry?"

Dean stroked Sam's hair until his brother's eyes slid shut.  "S'okay, Sam. 
You're alive; you're here.  That's all that matters, Sammy."

Sam sighed and fluttered open his eyes again.  "You all right?  Dad?"

"We're both fine, Sam.  Barely touched by the harpy."  Dean stroked Sam's hair
back from his face again and did his best to smile at his brother.  

"No more chick flick?" Sam asked, trying to lighten the mood and stop Dean's
tears.  Something nagged at the back of his mind, something important and huge,
but just out of reach.

Choking on a sob, Dean nodded.  "No more chick flick, Sam."  Dean stroked Sam's
hair again, hand rubbing again and again over Sam's head.  He needed the touch,
needed to know that Sam was going to be okay.

Sam pushed up a little, loving how easy and affectionate Dean was being right
then.  And that's when it hit him.  He gasped and jerked away from Dean, eyes
huge and full of guilt and shame and sorrow.  "'M so sorry, Dean.  I didn't
mean it," he
stammered.  "Just hurt so much, and I thought- I won't- won't do it again. 
Promise."

"Shhhh, Sammy."  Dean stroked Sam's hair and then lifted him up into his arms
again.  He couldn't bear to see Sam in distress.  "S'okay, now.  You're okay
now, Sammy."

Sam pressed his head to Dean's neck and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close
and holding on for dear life.  "I won't- won't act like that anymore, De. 'S
not your fault I'm twisted up all wrong inside."

Dean rested his head on top of Sam's and held him close.  "Shhh, Sam.  I just
want you to be happy, Sammy.  Just want you to be happy."  

Sam felt his stomach drop out to the floor and swallowed hard.  "Yeah, De.  I
know.  I'll try."  He allowed himself a few more moments of closeness, just a
few more and then pulled away.  He had to go back to being the little brother,
the one who liked school and uh- school and didn't fantasize about his older
brother.

Dean let Sam go when his brother pulled away.  He stroked over Sam's head again
and then sat back and clasped his hands together on his lap.  "The doctor said
you should be good to go home in a couple of days.  I convinced Dad to take us
to Pastor Jim's for you to recover."
Sam smiled a little for Dean.  "He's going to leave us for awhile, Dean?"

"Yeah, he's going to leave us with Jim for awhile.  At least until you recover
and maybe until the end of the school year."  Dean smiled at Sam, his hands
itching to stroke through his brother's hair again.

"You don't have to stay, Dean," Sam said, forcing the words out of his tight
throat.  "I know you'll want to be out there hunting with dad.  I don't want
you to miss that."

Dean shook his head.  "I'm not leaving you, Sam."  He smiled softly.  "If Jim
has local jobs I can do, then fine... otherwise, I'm not taking off."

Sam smiled more naturally at Dean this time, even though the thought of
spending all that time with him at Pastor Jim's alone was painful.  "I'll do
better in school, Dean."

"I know you will, Sam."  Dean couldn't help reaching out to stroke Sam's hair
back from his eyes.  "I know you will.  And I'll be there to see every
improvement."

Sam pressed into the gentle hand without thought, then widened his eyes and
pulled back again.  His wounds tugged at the sudden flinch, and he hissed a
little.  "What about dad?"

"What about dad?"  Dean asked, hand reaching out again to stroke Sam's hair.

Dean lavished him with such easy affection, and Sam's heart wept for more, for
the love Dean had shown him the one time before everything went bad.  But this
time, he didn't pull away, since Dean seemed to need the reassurance that Sam
was all right.  "He mad at you for wanting to stay?  Or at me?"

"No," Dean answered right away.  "No, Sammy.  Dad's not mad."  The fact was
that John was scared.  He was scared that he'd not seen what was wrong with Sam
until it was too late and scared that Dean wasn't holding it together in the
face of his brother's troubles.

Sam frowned a little at Dean's answer.  His father was never not mad at him,
especially not when he interfered with hunting.  "'M sorry for causing you such
trouble, De," he said, figuring his brother must have taken the brunt of John's
anger.

Shaking his head, Dean smiled at Sam.  "It's no trouble, Sam.  I promise, Dad's
not mad.  Not at you, not at me.  With the harpy successfully killed, we're
moving on to Jim's and then Dad'll be back in a couple of months."

Sam nodded, feeling small and worthless.  "Not just sorry for that, Dean. 
Sorry for everything.  Acting like a brat.  Refusing to let go.  Nearly getting
myself killed.  I shouldn't have done that to you... and dad."

"You're alive, Sammy.  That's all that matters to me."  Dean smiled at his
brother, love and affection shining in his eyes and mixing with the worry that
still settled in his heart.  

Sam nodded and then turned his head away for a moment to hide tears caused by
the gaze.  He forced them back, before allowing himself to look at Dean again. 
"What will you do at Jim's?" he asked, just to have something to say.

"Get a job, help Jim out however he needs."  Dean shrugged, not really
concerned with any details that didn't directly relate to Sam.  "We'll see what
is needed when we get there."
"We?" Sam asked in a small voice.  "You want me to help you with stuff?"  He
forced himself to smile at Dean.  "Aren't you going to miss going out and
hunting?"

"Maybe a little, but not enough to make me leave you behind, Sammy."  Dean
reached out and stroked over Sam's forehead again.  He was truly grateful that
Sam had survived the harpy attack and seemed to want to be better.

"Dean," Sam whispered, feeling pinpricks in the back of his eyes as his brother
stroked his skin.  "Please, Dean, I don't think I can be all right if you keep
being so nice to me."

Dean sighed and nodded, tears shining in his eyes, too.  He drew his hand away
and sat back from the bed, looking down where he clasped them between his
legs.  "I don't have to go to Jim's with you, if you don't want me to, Sam. 
It's meant for you to be happy."

Sam heaved a soft sob and reached for Dean's hand, unable to help himself.  "I
still want what we had that once, Dean.  I'm sorry.  I'll try not to anymore,
but you can't be so nice."

Nodding, Dean took Sam's hand in his and simply held it tight.  He knew what
Sam wanted, but Dean couldn't allow them to have it.  His mind was still
twisted around the wrongness of being with his brother.  

Sam took what comfort he could from Dean's grip and asked, "What are we going
to do, De?   I don't want to feel like this anymore."

Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times and then shrugged.  "We'll figure
something out, Sammy.  I don't know what, but something."  He briefly stroked
his thumb over the back of Sam's hand, but did his best to not be too
affectionate.  The last thing he wanted was to hurt his brother. "For now, you
need to rest again... the doctor won't let you out until tomorrow at the
earliest."

"Okay, De," Sam said softly, pulling his hand away and closing his eyes.  He
felt grateful to the drugs and weariness taking him back to sleep, away from
the pains of reality.

~~~~~~~~~~
Sam sat outside on the porch steps, backpack between his feet, and stared
blankly into space.  He had aced his math test, polished off his homework and
faced a long weekend with nothing to do.  He decided to spend it with Dean, but
needed to figure out what to do with him that wasn't going to hurt either of
them too much.  


Dean sat at the kitchen table with Pastor Jim, attention split between his
dad's friend and Sam sitting outside.  Sam had been doing better, getting good
grades again, sharing things with Dean, but there was a distance between them
that saddened Dean. Sam was pulling away for keeps.  He looked at Jim and
sighed.  "Thanks for letting us stay here; I think it's done Sam a world of
good."


Jim looked out at Sam with a sad smile and said, "He's a good kid, but sadder
than I remember him ever being.  I'm glad to give you both a place to stay,
Dean.  Perhaps Sam should stay on a more permanent basis."
"If Sam wanted to, I would certainly talk with Dad about it."  Dean scrubbed at
his face.  "I want Sam to be happy, and he seems to be doing better here."

Jim watched as Sam got up and started to come inside.  "Talk to Sam about it,
Dean.  And tell me what he says." He headed back into the church.

Sam walked inside, set his backpack down and smiled a little at Dean.  "Hey,
Dean."  He opened the fridge, grabbed some milk and poured himself a glass. 
"Got an A on my math test."

Dean grinned at Sam.  "That's awesome, Sammy.  Second in a row, right?"  He
wanted to reach out and pull Sam in for a hug, a slap on the back and a ruffle
to his unruly hair, but Dean was working hard to respect Sam's need for
distance.

Sam snorted and asked, "Want some cookies?  I made some last night."  He felt a
little silly admitting to having baked cookies, but he was trying anything to
keep occupied.  And nothing made days a little easier than some freshly baked
cookies.

"Sure."  Dean smiled again and got up to get himself a glass of milk to go with
the cookies.  The strain in their relationship was taking a toll on Dean.

"I could have gotten you that," Sam said, setting a tin of a variety of cookies
by Dean.  

Dean smiled softly.  "You were already getting the cookies."  He reached out
and ruffled Sam's hair slightly, before carrying his milk to the table and
sitting in his seat again.  "Anything you want to do this weekend?"

Sam flinched away from the touch and pushed down his instinctive positive
response. "Can we go to the park and play some ball?" he asked.  "Or maybe we
can give the Impala a wash and wax?  She deserves it, just having to sit around
all this time."

Nodding, Dean bit into a cookie with a quiet moan.  He washed it down with some
milk.  "Yeah, why don't we play ball tonight and wash the Impala tomorrow?  The
weather's supposed to be good, and I'm off work until Monday."

Sam asked, "Your job going all right?"

"Yeah, it's good.  Never thought I'd like construction, but with only the one
auto shop in town, there wasn't much choice."  Dean shrugged and finished off
his first cookie.

Sam swayed a little toward Dean, wishing he could kiss him and share the taste
of cookies and milk and Dean.  But he snapped out of it and stepped back with a
slight flush.  "I'm glad you like it," he said softly.  

"I like that it gives us a lot of time to goof off together, Sammy."  Dean
smiled and snatched another cookie, stuffing the whole thing in his mouth in an
effort to get Sam to laugh.

Sam smiled a little for Dean, shook his head and took another cookie for
himself.  "I can make dinner tonight, if you want."

Dean grinned at Sam and nodded.  "I'd like that.  You've gotten to be a good
cook, Sammy."

"It's a useful thing to know," Sam said, not adding that it passed the time. 
"And I have to try to get you to eat healthy somehow."

"I still don't know where you get the eating healthy thing, but at least the
food you make is awesome, Sammy."  Dean drank down most of his milk and then
wiped the mustache off with the back of his hand.

Sam smiled a little more brightly at Dean's manners and shook his head again. 
He turned to shut the tin of cookies and said, "Just want to make sure you live
forever, De."  He picked up his pack again.  "Should I grab our gloves and
stuff?" 

Dean nodded and finished his milk.  "Yeah, go ahead, and I'll just change and
meet you out front in ten."  He pushed back from the table, grabbed both of
their glasses and brought them to the sink.
Sam nodded and went upstairs to change and grab their gear. In ten minutes, he
trotted down the stairs, carrying two gloves and a ball, and headed outside to
meet Dean, who was already waiting for him.  "I got asked out today," he said
and then wondered why he brought that up.

"You did?"  Dean rolled his shoulders and tilted his head at Sam.  "Anyone
you're interested in?"  It didn't surprise him that Sam could be popular, much
as he might tease his brother about being a dork.

"She's really nice," Sam said, tossing Dean his mitt.  "Her name's Laura, and
she's in my AP history class."

Dean caught the mitt, slid it on and punched the palm a few times before
flexing it.  "Yeah?  She's smart then."

"I think you'd find her pretty," Sam said, starting to head to the fields. 
"Blonde.  Blue eyes.  Kinda tall."

Following Sam down the walkway, Dean shook his head in amusement.  "So a smart
hottie, then, Sammy?"
"Yeah, I guess," Sam said.  "I told her no."  He tossed the ball in the air and
caught it easily.  "She's nice, but I didn't think it would be fair to her."
"Because of me."  Sam was ruined because of him, because he'd lost control and
let them taste the one thing they never should have had with each other.  And
no matter what Dean did to make it better, he couldn't, not really.
Sam turned toward Dean, eyes wide and soft.  "Yes, because of you, but not just
because of that, Dean.  I've never been interested in anyone.  Even before. 
So, it's not your fault."  He wanted to touch Dean and reassure him, but he
couldn't do that anymore. 
Dean nodded, but didn't believe really Sam.  It was true that Sam never dated,
but his brother was shy around girls... always had been... and with their
travels, Sam hadn't had a chance at being around long enough to really try with
anyone.  "I wish..." Dean trailed off and shook his head.  "You sure you don't
want to go on a date with her, Sammy?  You can take the Impala after we get her
all nice and cleaned up."
Sam shook his head, but smiled at the idea of borrowing the Impala.  "Thanks,
Dean, but I wouldn't want to take a chance with your baby, anyway."  He
clenched his hand tight inside his glove, where Dean couldn't see, and forced
himself to say, "You should go out, though, Dean.  And when dad comes back, you
should go with him."
"We'll see, Sam.  Dad may not want me back on the road with him."  Dean wasn't
going to address the topic of going out.  "Do you really want me to leave,
Sam?"
"No," Sam said in a small voice.  He squared his shoulders, stood tall, and
continued in a stronger voice, "But you shouldn't let me stop you, Dean.  It's
not your fault, and you shouldn't suffer because of it.  Go out and have fun. 
Go back hunting.  I promise not hurt myself again.  I do."
Dean nodded.  "I believe you, Sam.  But let's cross that bridge when Dad shows
up again, okay?"  He nudged Sam through the entrance to the park and toward the
spot they used to play catch.  It reminded Dean a lot of his early teens when
they had uncomplicated fun together.  "You wanna run out, or me?"
Sam tossed Dean the ball and trotted out into the field on the opposite side of
Dean.  He stopped and waited for Dean to throw him the ball.  "I was thinking
of trying out for track," he said, needing to change the subject.
"Yeah?" Dean asked, throwing the ball to Sam.  The first few were always a bit
gentler, a bit lighter while he got used to the motion again.  "You've been
doing a lot of running lately."
"It helps me forget," Sam said, throwing the ball back.  "Helps me keep sane,"
he added in a tone only he could hear.  "These long legs have to be useful for
something," he said in a louder tone, trying to lighten things.
Dean laughed.  "Getting longer all the time, Sammy."  He threw the ball again,
with a bit more direction and a bit more strength, though they generally kept
the games fun and relaxed.  "I think it'd be good for you.  Bet you'll have
fun." 
Sam caught the ball and threw it back, still warming up his arm with easier
tosses.  "Maybe help me get some coordination, too," he said. 
"Keep the feet in line with the rest of your body.  Speaking of... how're your
sneakers holding up?  I imagine your feet must be growing like the rest of
you."  Dean laughed, shaking his head at Sam's growth spurts.
Sam glanced down at his old, ratty shoes and said, "I'd need track shoes."  He
frowned a little and looked up at Dean.  "Can we afford those?  I can work and
make the money up."
Dean shook his head.  "I'm making plenty of money right now, Sammy.  We'll go
get you some shoes this weekend, okay?"  Dean smiled at his brother, tossing
the ball back and rolling his head on his shoulders.  Anything he could do to
give Sam something, he was happy to do.
Sam dimpled for Dean, feeling warm that his brother still cared for him, even
if not the way he wanted.  "Thanks.  I'll probably need a uniform of some sort,
too.  Nothing much, just some shorts and a shirt, probably."
"We can get you whatever you need, Sam.  Really... anything at all."  Dean
returned Sam's smile, catching the ball as it came toward him before tossing it
in the air in front of him and then lobbing it at Sam once he'd caught it
again.
Sam threw harder the next time, letting the ball whizz from his hand.  "Dean,
the school counselor wants me to take some AP tests this year.  She says my
grades are better than good enough and that they'll help me with some college
courses." 
Dean nodded, another smile lighting his face.  For as much shit as he gave Sam
about his grades, Dean was damn proud of his brother.  "Yeah, okay... sounds
like a good idea."  The thought of Sam leaving for college twisted Dean up
inside, but he knew that Sam wasn't going to stick around forever.  He just
hoped that Sam could see how important that future was again.
"They're expensive, De," Sam said, reverting back to his brother's nickname. 
"Especially since I need to take the SATs this year, too."  He ducked his head,
feeling guilty about spending his brother's money on these things.  "I was
thinking I should get a job or something to cover them."
Shaking his head, Dean said, "No way, Sammy.  We'll figure it out, but I want
you to have the chance to do your best and studying is the best way to do
that."  As much as Dean didn't want Sam to leave him, Dean was determined to
help Sam have the life he wanted.
Sam scuffed his toe in the dirt and said, "My counselor gave me some college
information, too, even though I'm not scheduled to sign up for anything until
next year.  I think she was worried because I've moved so much that I might not
have another chance to get information."
Dean grimaced and kicked at the ground, too.  He'd never been as smart as Sam,
never wanted to be- had no interest in college at all.  But he felt bad that
Sam didn't think he should even bother trying.  "Well, let's take a look at it
all and see what you need to do.  Okay?" 
Sam nodded and threw the ball back to Dean, satisfied with the smacking sound
it made in Dean's mitt.  "There's no rush, De.  I still have a full year.  I
need to save some money for college applications... if I do any."
"Whatever you want, Sammy.  You know that, right?  If I can give it to you, I
will."  Dean knew that it was hard for Sam to trust or believe in him, after
everything that happened, but Dean willingly would court John's anger to put
Sam first. 
"I don't know what I want," Sam said, catching the ball as Dean threw it to
him. 
"But there's no harm in looking at all my options, huh?"  He paused and added,
"I was looking at joining the army or something, too."
Dean blinked, arms dropping to his side in shock at Sam talking about the
army.  Then he snorted.  "Well, that'd be a surefire way to get Dad's
attention.  I mean, I'm sure he'd be pleased that you'd consider that." 
Raising his arms, Dean waited for Sam to throw the ball back.
Sam chuckled and threw the ball back.  "Yeah.  I don't think I could actually
do it.  I'm not very good at taking orders, am I?  I ask too many questions. 
Never know when to keep my mouth shut."
"It's cause you think so much, Sammy.  There's a lot going on in your brain,
and you never have just been able to take orders, no."  Catching the ball, Dean
twisted it once and then tossed it back. 
Sam jumped up a little to catch the throw and fired it back at Dean.  "I wish I
could be more like you, De.  Not fight with dad all the time about everything. 
Make him proud."
Dean couldn't think of a response.  He and Sam were such different people, and
Dean chafed less under their father's rule.  Not that he didn't balk at things
from time-to-time, but Dean didn't mind taking orders and he loved hunting. 
"We're just different, Sam.  Sometimes I wish I'd been more like you, cared
more about school... or something else."
"No you don't," Sam said.  "It's one of the things I've always admired most
about you... how comfortable you are just being yourself.  Not longing for
anything more than you have."  He looked into the distance, watching a group of
kids playing, and wished he could be one of them.

"Well, I can help you have what you want, Sammy," Dean said.

Sam laughed without humor at Dean's words and shook his head.  "Apparently, you
can't."  He waved his mitt, asking for Dean to throw him the ball.

Dean sighed and tossed the ball back to Sam.  "I can help you get into college,
Sam, and that's something you've always wanted.  You said yourself that you
never saw yourself sticking to this life."

Sam caught the ball and tossed it back in one fluid motion.  He opened his
mouth and then snapped it shut again, knowing it was fruitless to rehash their
arguments. 
Dean didn't want him or didn't think it was right or whatever.  Nothing Sam
said or did would change that.  He rubbed at the healing area of scars on his
side.  "Well... thanks," he finally said.

Dean nodded, short and jerky, after he threw the ball back to Sam.  He was
still trying to figure his way around Sam and what Sam wanted from him -
besides the one obvious thing he couldn't give Sam.

Sam played catch with Dean for awhile longer in silence, before he said, "I
guess we should go in, so I can see what to make for dinner."  He tucked his
glove under his arm, trotted toward his brother and kept his eyes on the
ground.

Tossing the ball in one hand, Dean nodded and then caught it so he could take
off his mitt.  He wanted to wrap his arm around Sam's neck, drag him along,
maybe give him a noogie, but touching was off limits, so he settled for tapping
his mitt on Sam's shoulder.  "You sure you don't want to take Laura out this
weekend?"

Sam shrugged off the touch, frowned at Dean and countered, "Why don't you just
go out yourself?"  He turned his back firmly on Dean and trotted away, using
his long legs to good effect.

Dean watched Sam leave him behind and heaved a sigh.  He'd managed to make Sam
angry again, an easy enough thing these days, but especially for Dean.  He
followed slowly, hoping against hope that some day Sam would forgive him for
saying no.

~~~~~~~~~~

***** After Stanford *****
Five years later, Sam jerked awake inside the Impala, heart pounding as the
image of Jess pulling him into her grave slowly faded from his mind.  He rubbed
his eyes and shoved himself against the door, huddling as much as a six foot
five man could inside a cramped front seat.  He felt Dean's gaze on him and
refrained from snapping at him to keep his eyes on the road with difficulty. 
"I'm fine," he said instead, hoping to stave off the question.

Dean arched an eyebrow at Sam, opened his mouth to say something and then
simply nodded and turned back to the road.  He thrummed at the steering wheel,
the music flowing over him.  "You sure?"

Sam scrunched his face as if he'd just sucked on the world's sourest lemon and
leaned his head against the window.  "You really think we'll find John at the
coordinates he left you?"

"No idea, Sam.  I'd like to think so; he gave them to us for a reason."  Dean
sighed internally at Sam calling their dad by his name, but knew that the
breach in their family wouldn't be mended overnight.  He was already glad to
have Sam in the Impala with him, to see what his brother had grown into, and
was loathe to do anything that might upset him or send him running.

Sam tried to stretch in the car and scowled when he succeeded only in knocking
his knee against the glove compartment.  "Stop at the next rest area, would
you?" he asked, wanting a chance to untangle his limbs.  He cursed the four
extra inches that had turned most cars from a comfortable, if tight, fit to
agony.

Dean nodded, thumbed over his lower lip and blew out a soft breath.  "Yeah, of
course, Sam.  Keep your eyes open for another place, in case a rest stop
doesn't come up quickly."  He beat his thumbs on the steering wheel again and
bobbed his head.  

"I can't believe you still listen to this stuff," Sam grumbled, as Dean beat in
time with the pounding music.  He'd deliberately avoided all of Dean's favorite
groups for the last four years and had intended to do so for the rest of his
life.  

"Dude, they're classics."  Dean shook his head at Sam's disrespect for the best
music ever.  "You never could appreciate them."  

"Maybe if I hadn't had to listen to them continuously for seventeen years, I
might have retained some sort of stomach for them," Sam snapped and then heaved
out a long, hard breath.  "Just stop here."

Dean sighed, scrubbed at his face and then pulled the Impala over where they
were on the road.  "Some things never change, do they Sam?"  He shoved the car
into park and turned to look out his window.

Sam got out of the Impala in a smooth, fast motion and took off at a sprint,
right along the road.  His legs and arms worked like pistons, pushing him fast
and hard over the rough asphalt.  He didn't look back to see if Dean would
follow him, not really caring.  He needed the wind in his face, the ground
beneath his feet and his muscles straining with all their might.  Maybe then he
could blot out for a few moments Jess' face as she clung to the ceiling,
dripping blood and fire down on him.  Blot out the reality that he was stuck
again with Dean and hunting- the long, endless life that led nowhere.

Keeping his head averted, Dean did his best to not watch Sam running away from
him again.  He finally had to turn and look at his brother, the long, lean body
eating up the ground and leaving him behind again.  Dean let Sam run out a good
ways before he shifted into gear and slowly followed along behind him.

Sam's breath came in short, heavy pants and his side ached before he slowed to
a jog and then finally, a walk.  He had run a long way, the years spent in
track still holding him in good stead.  He'd bulked up a lot since his
sophomore year in college, but he'd also kept running.  Shaking sweat out of
his long hair, he glanced at the Impala, trailing just behind him and sighed. 
He needed to get back in, but he smelled like nothing pleasant.  Still, he
halted and waited for Dean.  

When Dean saw Sam slowing and then stopping, he pulled the Impala up beside his
brother.  He never knew how to relate to Sam, not after that irrevocable night,
but Dean was determined to reforge a relationship with him now.

"Pop the trunk," Sam said, pulling off his shirt and mopping off the worst of
the sweat.  He grabbed his duffle and pulled on a new one, before slamming the
lid closed again with undo force.  He sighed and leaned against the back of the
Impala, the old, familiar car, which he had hoped never to see again.  Sighing,
he climbed back into the front seat, wincing at how his legs bunched up. 
"Thanks."

"Anytime, Sammy."  Dean waited until Sam was settled into the car before
putting her back in gear and pulling back onto the road.  "We can probably put
another five hours or so on the road before we'll stop for the night.  Keep
your eyes open for somewhere to eat."

"Yeah," Sam said, tucking his head back against the window and curling up into
himself again.  He tried to tune out the pounding music and the ugly voice in
his head, telling him over and over that he'd killed Jess.  Killed his one
chance in life.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dean slammed his empty beer bottle onto their table with a hearty sigh.  "That
was a good one, Sam, even if we had to fly."  He waved a hand at the waitress
to get another round of beer.

Sam's glance flickered to Dean, and he nodded once, saying, "Yeah," before
turning away again.  Admittedly, Dean's fear of flying had given him a moment's
amusement, a pleasant change from his normal state of being, but that did not
do near enough to rate the hunt as good.  He eyed the burly guy at the bar,
wondering if his old tricks would still work well enough to get his ass pounded
in the back alley.  He hadn't done that in a long time, but he could use a
little dirty fucking.

Thanking the waitress with his usual flirtatious smile, Dean tipped back the
new bottle of beer and sat back in his seat.  Sam didn't seem particularly
pleased with the hunt, though Dean figured he was pleased that it ended well. 
Dean looked Sam over while his brother was staring at the bar.  Sam sat
hunched, hiding from Dean in a manner that frustrated him down to the soles of
his feet.  "You wanna play a game of pool?"

"I'm not very good at it anymore," Sam said, twirling his untouched beer round
and round in his fingers.  "You should go ahead.  Sure there's a lot of suckers
over there just begging to be hustled."  

"I wasn't talking about hustling, just a game of pool with my brother."  Dean
sipped the beer and then clunked it on the table.  Sighing, Dean scrubbed his
face.  "But you don't have any interest in even a moment spent with me... so,
fine.  I'll leave you alone and go try to hustle us enough money for the next
motel."  He pushed back from the table.

"You seriously aren't trying to guilt trip me, are you?" Sam asked, darkly
amused.  "I mean, just a game of pool with my brother?  Please."  He pushed his
beer away and leaned back in the booth, stretching out his legs with a relieved
sigh that he had some room now.  

Dean shook his head, sadness creeping into his shoulders, while he stood and
grabbed his beer.  "Not fucking trying to guilt you, Sam.  Just asked you to
play pool, but you go ahead and sit here on your own."  He turned with his
bottle of beer and headed toward the back area and the pool tables.

As soon as Dean left, Sam stood and headed for the guy at the bar.  He pulled
out his best shy grin, the kind that made his dimples canyon deep, and leaned
next to him.  In a few minutes, he had the guy practically eating out of his
hand, three years of Jess' steady company and love not having wiped away all of
the practice of the years before.  Sam leaned in to make the kill.

Nodding at the guys playing pool, Dean dropped some quarters on the edge,
lining himself up to the play the winner.  He leaned against the wall, sipping
at his beer and sizing up both potential opponents.  When Dean looked back at
the bar, he saw Sam heading toward the door with a rather large man following
behind him.  He narrowed his eyes.  Sam wasn't doing what Dean thought; he
couldn't be.

Sam didn't even glance back once he headed for the door, knowing he had the
other man following him like a puppy.  Finding a concealed spot in the alley
out back, he gave the guy some head, just enough to get him hard, before
turning around, dropping his jeans and saying, "Fuck me."  The other guy
fumbled on a condom, which amused Sam, but then gave him exactly the reaming he
wanted.  After, Sam tucked his uninterested cock away, zipped up and left
without a word.  He waited for Dean at the Impala, leaning against the shiny
black car and staring at nothing.  

Dean play the game of pool, winning by the narrowest of margins he had in a
long time.  He'd not hustled the other man, but came out fifty bucks ahead
anyway.  When Sam didn't return, Dean handed over the pool cue and sighed,
shrugging into his jacket before he headed outside.  Dean saw Sam by the car,
walked up to the driver's side, unlocked it, slid in and reached over to unlock
Sam's door without saying a word.

Sam flopped in his seat, his ass throbbing in a way that made him wince and
smile in the same second.  He leaned back and said, "I'll find us another hunt
tonight.  Wouldn't want to not have something else to do."

"You do that... how about after you've washed the smell of him off you?"  Dean
couldn't help the anger and pain in his voice.  But now he knew where he stood
with Sam, two steps lower than a random fuck.  But if that's what Sam wanted,
then Dean would just have to respect that.  He turned on the ignition, peeled
out of the parking lot and headed toward their motel.

~~~~~~~~~~
Sam tugged at his bonds and sneered at the false image of his brother in front
of him.  "You're a crap Dean," he said.  "Dean never whines."  

Dean looked at Sam and shrugged his shoulders.  "You don't have a clue what I
think, what I feel, Sammy."  He tested the ropes to be sure they held Sam tight
and then moved to straddle his lap.  "You have no idea how I've dreamt of you
over the years."

Sam stared into the false Dean's eyes without a flinch.  "Ok, don't really care
about the first and the second, you need to tone down the act.  You're so far
off base, nobody will believe you."

Laughing, Dean settled himself more firmly on Sam's thighs.  "See, that's where
you're wrong, Sammy.  People will believe me because I'm telling the truth." 
He smiled wryly and then shrugged again.  "Whether you believe it or not, I
want you.  I've always wanted you; I just had to do the right thing and tell
you no."

Sam leaned his head back against the pole and said, "Really?  Fascinating.  So,
that's why you're straddling my thighs then, Dean?"  He sneered the last word.

"Had to, Sam.  Past tense."  Dean shook his head.  "You usually listen better
than that."  Another smirk, and Dean reached out to push Sam's bangs off his
forehead.  "I don't want to say no anymore.  I don't want to know you're
fucking other people."

Sam snapped back from the false Dean's touch, wincing as he banged his head. 
"Well, this is awesome," he said dryly.  "I'm getting hit on by my false
brother."

"Why are you in denial over this, Sam?  Why do you think I have to be a false
me in order to want you... to admit to wanting you?"  Dean's eyes projected the
hurt he felt, his hand's dropping to his own thighs at the way Sam rejected his
touch.

"You're not Dean," Sam said, enunciating each word slowly and carefully.  "So,
this is all a bundle of fun, but is there some point to it?"

"The point is to tell you how much I want you, Sam.  To tell you how badly I
ache for you."  Dean almost pouted, pushing up onto his knees and reaching out
to touch Sam's cheek.  "I want you to know, to believe that I've always wanted
you and that I would do anything at all to have you again."

"Oh my God," Sam said with a groan.  "Do you want to fuck me, is that what this
is about?"  

Dean shook his head.  "I don't just want to fuck you, though that would be
nice.  I want you to be my Sammy again.  I want to have with you what I gave up
all those years ago."

"Is the part about not being Dean not penetrating your fake little skull?" Sam
asked with a sneer.  "Even if I believed you about Dean's feelings, I wouldn't
be with you.  You're not Dean!"

"I am as much Dean as he is, Sam.  I have all of his memories, all of his
thoughts and soon enough, I'll be the only Dean."  The shapeshifter Dean pushed
up from Sam's lap and stood tall over him.  "I really don't want to have to
hurt you, Sam.  I love you as much as he does; I remember every minute of that
night spent together.  Each of the touches burned into the fabric of who I am,
and I'd really like to do it again."

"So, you want me to what, go with you after you kill Dean?" Sam asked with a
sigh.  "You really think that's going to work?"

The shapeshifter shrugged.  "Why not?  I'm more Dean than he is.  I'm not going
to turn you away, not going to lie to or hide from you."

"Wow, you really are deluded," Sam said.  "I guess you're just going to have to
hurt me, despite your undying love."

"Why don't you want me, Sam?  Do you really not want Dean any more?"  The
shapeshifter blinked down at Sam, a frown marring his face.
 

Dean stood with his back to the wall, just around the corner from the room that
Sam was being held in.  He heard the last snatches of conversation as he
approached and couldn't bring himself to interrupt just yet- no matter that Sam
needed rescuing.

"You really are pushing it," Sam said.  "I'm not interested in discussing this
with a wannabe Dean.  Or a real one, for that matter," he muttered to himself. 
He'd barred, boxed, walled and barricaded his heart away from his old feelings
for Dean.  No monster was going to persuade him to open it up again.
 

The shapeshifter laughed and shook his head.  "You can pretend all you want,
Sam.  But you still want Dean.  You still want to feel him pressed against you,
fucking you, loving you."

Sam snarled and lunged against the ropes, the feel of them ripping into his
wrists not phasing him.  "If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me.  Or kill
me.  Whatever.  But shut up!"

"You do still want him," the shapeshifter chuckled, crossing his arms over his
chest.  "You just can't admit to it.  That's fine.  I'll bring you around."

Sam slumped in disgusted surrender and said, "You're just going to leave me
tied here until I admit to loving Dean, who isn't even you?"  

The shapeshifter laughed.  "I'm just gonna leave you tied here until I can kill
Dean, frame Rebecca and come back for you."

"Well, yeah, that ought to be effective," Sam said, though his heart beat
faster when the thing mentioned killing Rebecca.  He did care about keeping her
safe, as he had failed to keep Jess safe.

Shrugging his shoulders, the shapeshifter just smiled.  "Don't care what you
think, but you'll still be here when I get back and then we can work on
bringing you back around to loving me."
 

Dean knew he couldn't wait any longer, so he took a deep breath, shifted the
silver knife in his hand and stepped out around the corner.  "I think I have
something to say about that, asshole."
Sam kicked out when the shapeshifter turned toward Dean, catching him in the
lower leg, so he stumbled and shot into the ground.  "About time you got here."
Rolling his eyes, Dean grunted in Sam's direction and then moved to stand over
the shapeshifter. Dean watched his double roll over, while he reached into the
back of his jeans with his free hand to pull his gun out. 
The shapeshifter grinned up at Dean, despite his imminent demise.  "I was just
talking to little Sammy about how much we love him, since you're not man enough
to.  You should shoot yourself, instead of me, and let someone who's not afraid
to show how much he cares look after him.  Cause you're doing a pretty crappy
job there, Dean." 
"You heard Sam. He doesn't want you.  He might not want me either, but he
doesn't want you.  That doesn't give me much incentive to leave Sammy to you." 
Dean sighted the gun.  "Really wish you hadn't told him the truth, though I
guess it doesn't matter since he didn't believe you."  With that, Dean pulled
the trigger, shooting the shifter with the silver bullets- once in the heart
and once in the head.
Sam stared at Dean, his mouth open in shock.  He had been prepared to mock the
entire incident, tell Dean what a lousy copy the shapeshifter made of him.  But
this...  he wasn't ready for this.  "The truth?" he asked in a strangled
voice. 
Dean turned sad eyes on Sam and then tucked the gun away.  He moved behind the
pole Sam was tied to and slowly started to cut through the bonds, unable to
look at his brother.  Sam hadn't believed him about anything in a long, long
time, and Dean didn't really expect him to begin again now.
Sam hissed a little and rubbed to get some feeling back into his fingers, even
as he avoided the still bleeding cuts on his wrists.  "Are you going to
explain?" he asked, turning his head to look at Dean.
"Will you believe anything I say?"  Dean shrugged and then crouched by Sam's
feet to slice through the ropes lashing them together.  "You only hear what you
think you know is the truth, Sam.  Since I picked you up at Stanford, all I've
wanted is to be with you, however you would have me.  But you won't even play a
game of pool, or spend any time with me that isn't strictly necessary.  I get
it, Sam.  I get that you don't want me anymore, and I'm learning to live with
that.  Let's go make sure Rebecca's okay."
Sam staggered to his feet and began to tear up his shirt to bandage his wrists,
anger in his motions.  "Five years ago, I handed you my heart on a platter, and
you carved it up with a butcher knife and fed it back to me.  I haven't even
seen you in four years, so I'm not sure how I'm supposed to have divined that
you decided that 'hey, it's all right to fuck my brother, after all.'"  He tied
off the second bandage and headed for the exit, calling back, "And in case you
forgot, not all that many weeks ago, the woman I had learned to love fried to
death on the ceiling in front of my eyes.  So, I don't really know what you
think I ought to be doing now, man."  
"Playing a fucking game of pool with me, if I ask, Sam," Dean snapped back. 
"You know, I loved you back then, wanted to be with you, but I couldn't.  Not
while you were underage, and not when you had a chance at something more."  He
scrubbed his hands up and down his face.  "I couldn't forget Jessica, even if I
wanted to, Sam.  I saw you with her, saw how happy she made you... how happy
I've never been able to make you.  I get that you can't ever go back, that you
won't ever love me again.  And I don't blame you, but is a game of pool or some
time spent with me really that awful?"
Sam braced himself against a wall and shut his eyes, desperately fighting what
he already knew was a losing battle against his own feelings.  He loved Jess
with all of his heart that wasn't already given to Dean, no matter how much he
refused to let himself acknowledge that love.  And it had been pisspoor
compared to how much she deserved to be loved.  "You killed Sammy," he said in
a small, lost voice.  "You killed that pathetic kid who loved you with
everything he had in him, who wanted nothing more than your love and approval. 
Even if I know why you did it and can forgive you.  I never wanted to see you
or dad again.  I wanted to make it a clean cut, always scarred, but stitched
clean.  No more Sammy.  Just Sam." 
Sam never did answer his question, and Dean figured that meant the answer was
that it was that awful.  "Okay, Sam."  Dean sighed and offered Sam the only
thing he had to give him: a chance at the life he wanted without Dean or John. 
"I'll leave you with Rebecca and whatever I can spare, so you can start over
again.  I'm sorry that I dragged you back into this, sorry as I can be that I
didn't know to leave you alone."  Dean turned to look back over the room,
thinking he should remove the body.
Sam lifted his head and laughed bitterly.  "Start over with what, Dean? 
There's nothing left to start over with."  He pushed off from the wall and
looked at the dead shifter.  "Leave him.  Then everyone will think you're dead
and not be out hunting for you."
"What do you want from me, Sam?"  Dean looked at his brother with anguish. 
"When I ask you to spend time with me, you leave me to get fucked by other
people.  When I offer to let you go so that you can live without me around, you
sneer at the offer.  I can't do anything right by you, Sam, and don't know what
you want anymore."
"Sneer?  You think I'm sneering?" Sam asked, hearing his voice crack.  "I'm
dead, Dean.  I'm a walking, talking corpse.  My only plan for the future is to
hunt until I get myself killed.  Preferably as soon and painlessly as
possible.  In fact, if you love me, do you mind just putting a bullet through
my head? You'd be doing me a favor."
"I'm not going to kill you, Sam."  Dean shook his head, despairing that they'd
ever be close again.  He moved toward the exit.  "C'mon, let me take you to
Rebecca's.  We can make sure she's okay and then you can decide what you want
to do from there." 
Sam stared at the floor for a moment.  He couldn't believe how his brother had
handled his words, his confession that there was nothing left in his life. 
Turning his back and walking away, how alike the Winchesters all were.  He sat
down, unable to force himself to move.
When Dean got to the sewer exit, he turned to make a comment to Sam and saw his
brother wasn't behind him.  With a slightly panicked motion, he turned around
and strode back to find Sam sitting on the floor of the room they'd been in. 
Dean took several deep breaths and then lowered himself in front of Sam, just
looking at his brother.
Sam hunched his shoulders, face buried in his hands, and fought the sobs that
threatened to overwhelm him.  He felt Dean's presence nearby and longed for the
time when he could just lean into his brother and accept his strength without
complication.  And then he figured, fuck it, and let himself collapse into
Dean.
Dean wrapped himself around Sam, tugging his brother in as close as possible
and just holding him tight.  He didn't say anything, just hummed softly, much
as he'd done when Sam was a child.  Dean buried his nose in Sam's hair and
rocked him, one hand stroking up and down his back.
Dean's gentle touch and soft noises shattered Sam's defenses, and he found
himself sobbing in great, breathless gasps, unable to stop.  Tears streamed
down his cheeks and puddled in his neck, until he buried his face in Dean's
shoulder.  His hands grabbed tight to Dean's jacket, clutching the material as
if it were the only thing anchoring him to the earth. 
Heart breaking for Sam, Dean tightened his grip and rocked him slowly back and
forth.  He burrowed one hand in Sam's hair to hold Sam's head against his
shoulder while he buried his nose against Sam's scalp.  "Love you so much,
Sammy.  So sorry.  Sorry for everything."
Sam's crying finally slowed to a few random hiccups and then stopped.  He
continued to cling to Dean, unable to move away from the unexpected
support.  "I believe you." 
Dean wasn't about to loosen his grip on Sam.  Not any sooner than he had to,
anyway.  Besides yanking his brother out of harm's way, it'd been a long time
since he'd been able to hold him.  "Sammy," he murmured, eyes squeezing shut at
Sam's words.
"I need time, Dean.  Time to get over Jess and five years of hurting and
building walls to protect myself from you," Sam whispered.  "But I promise to
try.  To let this give me something to live for... but I need you to promise no
more chicks, to stay close and not let me forget you love me.  K?"
"Anything for you, Sammy.  Anything at all."  Dean stroked his hand up and down
Sam's back.  Though he wanted so much more, if Dean could just get his brother
back in his life -and not this shell-he would be well and truly happy.  He
pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Sam's head and squeezed his eyes closed
again.
Sam sighed and struggled out of Dean's arms.  "We shouldn't be caught here with
a dead you in the other room," he said.  He managed a little grin.  "Only you
would manage to get into so much trouble without it even being you."
Dean pulled a cocky grin out of himself and tilted his head at Sam.  "It's
cause only I'm that good, Sammy."  He winked, then dropped the facade and
stood.  Offering a hand to Sam, Dean hoped that they could move forward from
there.
Sam wrapped his fingers around Dean's and let himself get pulled to his feet. 
"Yeah, you really can be, De," he said and then turned to walk out with his
brother.
~~~~~~~~~~

Sam rubbed his cheek against the comforting warmth of Dean's t-shirt, soaking
in everything he could before they separated to sleep.  Not that Sam got much
sleep.  The weeks since their fateful encounter with the shapeshifter had not
been easy, exactly, but the tensions between them eased more with each passing
day.  Sam began to see the things worth living for again, starting with how
very much Dean did love him.  Their current arrangement was a perfect case in
point- Dean would never allow anyone else to cuddle up with him the way he was
letting Sam.

Dean lay, eyes closed and Sam tucked close to his body.  He stroked leisurely
over Sam's back with one hand while the other traced lightly over Sam's arm. 
It was a comforting, close feeling to have his brother curled around him, even
if Dean wasn't used to sharing space this closely with anyone.

Sam pushed his face deeper into Dean's chest and filled his lungs with a couple
breaths of Dean-scented air.  His hand on Dean's shoulder tightened and
loosened a couple of times, before he asked softly, "Do you think all
supernatural things are evil?"

"I don't know, Sam.  I mean, everything we ever heard from Dad is that they
are.  Every one is an evil son of a bitch."  Dean sighed and reached his hand
up to stroke over Sam's head.  "But Dad was wrong about a lot of things, and
there are some supernatural things that haven't seemed evil at all.  So, I
guess not."

Sam nodded a little and pressed into the gentle hand.  "Dean, I- I think I'm
having visions," he said.

"Visions?" Dean asked cautiously, fingers stroking lightly over Sam's scalp. 
"What kind of visions?"

Sam blew out a long breath and tried to press deeper into the protection of
Dean's broad chest.  "Before Jess- before she died, I dreamed of her burning to
death on the ceiling.  And not just once.  I ignored the dreams, thought they
were some sort of sick remnant from my previous experiences with the
supernatural, leaking into my normal life.  But then it came true... it's why
my eyes bled during the Bloody Mary thing."

Dean opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, but continued to stroke Sam's
hair gently.  "Sammy," he breathed.  There were so much in the sound of his
voice, but Dean knew that it was hopeless to apologize again- especially for
something he wasn't involved in.  "Have you had other visions?"

Sam nodded again, even more reluctant to talk about this, but knowing he needed
to say the words.  "I've been dreaming recently about... home.  Lawrence. 
About something in our old house."  He shut his eyes and shuddered.  "I'm
sorry, De."

Dean tightened his grasp around Sam.  "Our house?  I mean... how do you know? 
You weren't old enough to remember the place."  Dean turned his head and
brushed a soft kiss over Sam's hair.

"I have a picture," Sam said.  "There was something so eerily familiar about
what I was seeing, but it took me awhile to realize it was from the picture." 
He lifted his head enough to press a soft kiss to the line of Dean's chin,
wanting the closeness.

Dean leaned into Sam's touch, though he was careful not to push.  Instead, he
closed his eyes and let Sam guide their contact.  "What have you been seeing,
Sam?"
Sam rubbed his head on Dean's chest as he spoke, "Someone trapped in the house,
banging at the window.  And some force trapping her inside."  He tightened his
grip on Dean's shoulder and pressed closer.  "I don't know what it is."

"Do you think-" Dean paused and took a deep breath, fingers massaging at Sam's
scalp.  "Do you think this is like your dreams of Jessica?"

Sam considered and then nodded once.  "Yeah.  They feel the same somehow.  More
real than dreams.  Less real than being awake." 

Dean let Sam's words resonate around the both of them for a few moments while
he continued the massaging.  He enjoyed the moments that Sam let him be this
close.  "Well, how about we get on the road first thing and check it out,
Sam?"

"You don't mind going back to Lawrence, Dean?  I don't have the same memories
that you do... of mom and stuff, but I know you've never wanted to go back." 
Sam sighed a little at the idea of his brother going home.

"I don't want to go home, Sam.  No.  But, if you think someone's in danger,
then we go."  For Dean, there was no other option.  He couldn't possibly have
information, or potential information, on someone in danger, and not do
something about it.

Sam nodded once and then fell silent for a few moments.  "Do you think my
visions are evil?" 

"No, Sammy, I don't think your powers are evil."  Dean slowly stroked Sam's
back up and down.  He massaged at the base of Sam's scalp and held him close
and tight.

"I'm afraid of them, Dean," Sam admitted softly.  "They're a complication I
really don't need.  I'm screwed up enough."  He slid up to rest his head under
Dean's chin.

Dean closed his eyes and breathed out.  "I know, Sam, but it's not something
you can turn off, so we'll deal with it.  Right?"

Sam trembled a little and said, "I need you to help me, De.  I can't do all
this alone."  He let out a deep, slow breath.

"You don't have to.  Not ever again, Sam."  Dean breathed out, shaky in the
face of his uncertainty in Sam's trust and belief.  All he could do was to try
and prove to Sam that what he said was what he meant.

Sam nodded once and said, "I can do some research on the Lawrence area
tomorrow... unless you want me to start tonight."  He slid his hand down Dean's
shoulder to rub gently on his stomach.

Shuddering, Dean shook his head.  "No, Sam.  Not tonight.  Tomorrow is soon
enough.  Tonight we can just relax."

Sam smiled a little and said with a hint of warmth, "Do you want to do anything
else to relax?"  He lifted his head to smile sleepily at Dean.

"Are you not relaxing?  Do you need something else to be comfortable?"  Dean
breathed slowly in and out.

"Back rub?" Sam asked in his most pathetic voice.  He gave Dean the complete
forlorn puppy treatment.

Dean chuckled, rubbing his chin at the top of Sam's head before pressing a soft
kiss on temple.  "Yeah, you want a back rub?  I think I can manage that one."

Sam rolled off the bed, stood and headed for his bag.  He pulled out a small
bottle of massage oil, taking a deep breath to push back tears when he
remembered Jess using it on him to help relieve the aches.  Setting the bottle
on the nightstand, he shrugged out of his shirt, lay face down on his bed and
waited for Dean.  

Staying quiet while Sam moved about the room, Dean waited until his brother
settled on the bed before he pushed to his feet.  A slight adjustment to his
cock, and he moved to grab the bottle of the oil.  Dean opened it and drizzled
a decent amount up and down each side of Sam's back, before capping it and
tossing it on the bed.  He settled in and slowly stroked both hands from Sam's
lower back to his shoulders.

Sam sighed happily and settled deep into the mattress.  He allowed himself to
relax completely and said, "Jess used to do this for me.  My back aches a lot,
cause of my height."

"Yeah?"  Dean's heart twinged, both at the reminder of Jess and at the fact
that Sam suffered from back aches.  He stroked slowly up and down until Sam's
back was covered in oil.  Then Dean settled both hands on Sam's shoulders and
started a rhythmic, squeezing motion to try and relieve any aches. "You know
you can ask me for a massage any time, Sam."  His voice was soft, hesitant.

"Mmm," Sam said, the touch of Dean's hands warming more than just his back. 
"Wouldn't want to get too demanding, De.  I know you don't like chick flick
stuff."

Dean chuckled harshly, knowing Sam was correct.  "Yeah, but Sam, if your back
aches, I want to help you.  Okay?"

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of injuries to help each other with, if we keep
going this way," Sam said, slurring the words in his relaxed state.  He arched
a little into a particularly nice touch to his middle back.

Nodding, Dean stroked over the same spot a few times, enjoying the way that Sam
trusted him.  It was a good feeling, and one that Dean had missed.  "Probably. 
Just, ask if you need it, okay?"
Sam twisted his head a little to look at Dean through blurry eyes.  "You like
doing this?" he asked, voice soft, deep and mellow.
"Yeah, Sam, I do."  Dean bit his lower lip, ducked his head and went back to
working on a particularly stubborn muscle at Sam's lower back.  He could feel
that was where Sam carried most of his tension.
Sam groaned low and long as Dean dug into the worst of his aches.  He clenched
the sheets in his hands, finally regaining his speaking abilities when Dean
eased off again.  "You want to do this for me?"
Dean cleared his throat, his hands still working at Sam's tension spots and
then sighed.  "Yes, Sam.  I want to take care of you, to help you.  If you'll
let me."
Sam turned his head further, reading Dean's expression with cautious hope.  He
tilted his chin up and asked, "Would you like to kiss me?"
"Sam."  Dean's voice was hoarse, raw with emotion.  He stopped using the
massage as a distraction and rested his hands on the heated skin of Sam's
back.  "Please."
Sam nodded a little and said, "Let me turn over then, Dean.  I can't really
kiss you from this angle."  He smiled, soft and warm.
Dean nodded, not entirely sure he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating.  Pushing up
from the bed, Dean stood and stared at Sam.  "Are you sure, Sam?"  Dean didn't
know if he could handle having Sam change his mind or being upset by this.
Sam rolled on his back, propped himself up on some pillows and then chuckled
softly at Dean's words.  "I was the one who wanted it first, De.  And begged
for it many times."
"But you haven't wanted it for a long time now, Sam.  You'd hardly let me touch
you until recently."  Dean stood rooted to the floor when Sam reclined on the
pillows.  He ached to settle next to his brother, to take Sam in his arms and
kiss him.
"It's been weeks since I started letting you touch me again, De," Sam said,
watching Dean closely.  "Thank you for taking things slow for me.  I need more
time before we do much more, but... I want to sleep in your arms tonight,
okay?"
Dean nodded, not trusting his voice to answer Sam.  He blinked down at Sam and
then sat on the edge of the bed, still not touching, but close enough that Sam
could reach him when he was ready.  "I'd like that, Sam."
"You have to cross the divide, De," Sam said.  "Yours to end what you began." 
He titled up his head, closing his eyes and waiting for Dean.
"You asked if I wanted to kiss you, Sam, and I do.  But I need to hear from you
that you want to kiss me, too."  Dean slid closer to Sam, his hand coming to
rest in the middle of Sam's chest.
Sam caught the hand on his chest and twined their fingers together.  "Kiss me,
De," he whispered, angling his head forward.  "Kiss me and make me yours
again."
Dean's breath caught in his throat, and he leaned forward, brushing his lips
gently over Sam's on a sigh.  He kept it light, barely there, his fingers
clenching around Sam's.  When Dean pulled back, he smiled at Sam.  "I love you,
Sam."  Then, Dean leaned in again and pressed his lips more firmly to Sam's.
"Use my other name," Sam whispered, before tilting his head and parting his
lips to allow Dean as much access as he wanted.  He flicked his tongue along
Dean's mouth, seeking the taste of the one person he loved best in the world.
"Sammy."  Dean breathed the name over Sam's lips and then opened to Sam's
tongue.  He leaned closer, but kept himself braced over Sam so that his brother
still had control of the kiss.
The soft whisper of Dean's name for him, the one Sam allowed nobody else to
use, broke the last of the barriers to his heart.  As waters from a broken dam,
Sam's love for Dean flooded through him, until he felt suffused with it through
every pore.  He wrapped his arms tight around Dean and kissed back frantically,
the way he had their one night together.
Unprepared for Sam's enthusiasm, Dean groaned and sank into the kiss.  He
returned the passion with an equal amount of his own, one hand coming to rest
near Sam's head so he could stroke his thumb up and down Sam's cheek.  Dean
gave Sam everything and took back all that Sam was willing to give.
Sam felt tears drip down his cheeks again and cursed himself for a hormonal
idiot.  But he couldn't help them, needed the outlet, after all the emotional
twists and turns in his recent life. The kiss did not slow, however, and he
sank back into the pillows, pulling Dean with him.  "Say it again, De," he
whispered, pulling back a little.
Dean allowed Sam to pull him down, covering Sam's chest with his own through
the kiss.  He was helpless in the face of Sam's request and pulled back to
smile tremulously at Sam.  "I love you, Sammy," he whispered.
Sam kissed Dean again, holding him close and lavishing him with five years of
denied affection.  He finally ceased the kiss to pant for breath, but held Dean
close.  
"Why couldn't you have just said it then, jerk?"
"Because I didn't understand then just how little anything but loving you
really matters, Sammy."  Dean rested his forehead on Sam's, breathing in and
out as best he could while so close to Sam.
"We could have skipped all the middle part and just had this," Sam said,
running his hands over Dean's sides and back.  "I never would have left.  Not
ever, De."  He pressed soft kisses to Dean's cheeks, counting freckles under
his breath.
Dean's breath choked off when he thought of the years spent without Sam, of the
pain even when they were still together.  "I know, Sammy.  And I can't tell you
how sorry I am that I caused so much hurt."  In many ways, Dean was still
uncertain about loving Sam, but he could never stop and it seemed stupid to
fight any longer.
"You really did think you were doing what was best for me, De," Sam said, now
kissing down Dean's neck and lingering to make a small mark under his ear. 
"Made me love you even more, you idiot." 
Shuddering at the feel of Sam touching him, responding to him, Dean closed his
eyes.  "I really thought it was best."  He dropped his head to the side,
tilting so his throat was bared to Sam.
Sam pressed his face into the exposed length of Dean's neck and breathed out a
little sigh.  "'M tired, De.  Can we sleep like this?  I'll start some research
tomorrow.  Do you want to call Jo- dad?"
"Only if you want me to call him."  Dean turned his head and kissed Sam's
temple.  "We can sleep like this, or sort of like this.  I'm not exactly laying
down yet.  Give me a second?"  Arching his eyebrow, Dean waited for Sam to
release him so he could actually stretch out.
"This is about Lawrence," Sam whispered, "so I think he'd want to know."  He
kissed the soft skin beneath his mouth.  "I meant can we sleep tangled in each
other like this, not in this exact position."  He smiled and released Dean,
rolling off the bed himself to undo the covers.  He paused and looked over Dean
with a soft, wondering expression, before slipping under the sheets.
"I'll call Dad in the morning, while you're doing some research."  Dean
chuckled, blushing slightly when he stood and helped Sam pull down the covers. 
He hooked his hand in the back of his shirt and then looked at Sam.  "Do you
care if I take off my shirt, Sammy?"
"Dean," Sam chided softly, "do what feels natural.  I don't need you to ask
permission for everything.  I don't want you to."  He reached under the covers
and slid off his boxers, dropping them on the floor.
Dean blinked, the sight of Sam's boxers hitting the floor causing him to
swallow hard.  He nodded.  "Yeah, okay, Sam."  Tugging off the shirt, Dean
dropped it to the floor and then slid his boxers down and off.  He lifted the
covers and slid beneath them, laying flat on his back with his head turned to
Sam.
Watching Dean slide between the covers, Sam smiled and then scooted over.  He
rolled on his front, lying half on Dean, and settled his head next to Dean's on
the pillow.  "Night, De."
Dean curled his arm around Sam, not caring that it'd likely go numb, and
smiled.  Reaching up with his free hand, Dean turned off the light and then
turned his face to bury his nose against Sam's hair on a sigh.
~~~~~~~
Sam shut his laptop, stretched, stood up from the cramped motel chair and
flopped on the bed next to Dean.  He wiggled around until he found a
comfortable spot with his head resting on Dean's shoulder and one leg thrown
over his.  "Is that how you remembered her?" he asked.
"Pretty much exactly, Sammy.  I mean, she looked so much like she did when we
were little."  Dean held his arms up until Sam had settled against him and then
dropped them to curl around Sam's body.  He stroked slowly up and down Sam's
back with a smile.  "I wish you had memories of her; she was a great mom."
"She was beautiful," Sam breathed, scooting forward to press kisses to Dean's
jaw.  "I'm glad I got to see her.  What is your favorite memory of her?"
Dean chuckled and leaned into Sam.  "There are a couple.  When she was pregnant
with you, probably in the last couple of months, I couldn't really sit on her
lap.  So, I'd lay on the couch and rest my head on her belly.  She'd read
stories to us like that, letting me poke at her stomach when you'd kick or
punch."
Sam smiled at the image and slid his hand under Dean's shirt, resting it on his
warm skin.  "Did I kick and punch a lot?"
"Sometimes.  Usually when Dad came home."  Dean laughed.  "You were always
restless with his voice, but you seemed to relax when it was just me and mom."
"Was already fighting with him in the womb," Sam said with mixed amusement and
sorrow.  He spread his fingers and stroked over the soft skin protecting Dean's
stomach, enjoying the freedom to touch as he desired.  "Did you tell me
stories?"
Laughing, Dean nodded.  "Yeah, sometimes.  I'd tell you all about being big and
playing games and things like that.  I was convinced you were a boy, just like
me, though mom kept telling that you could have been a girl, too."
Sam laughed and lifted his head to kiss Dean more properly.  "You all right? 
Going home and all?"  He removed his hand from Dean's stomach to trace it over
the curves of his face, relearning every line by touch.
"As good as I can be going back to where it all started, Sam."  Dean sighed and
closed his eyes, leaning into Sam's touch.  He couldn't know what would have
happened, how they would have grown up if it hadn't been for the demon, for
mom's death.  No one could.  But Dean didn't want to look to closely at it
because he knew that he'd never have Sam this way in that world.
Sam tasted Dean's mouth with gentle kisses and said, "You're pretty relaxed for
me, De.  Just passively accepting whatever I'm willing to give you.  What do
you want for yourself?"
"I just want you with me, Sam.  I want to be able to look over in the Impala
and see you, want to be able to come back to the room and hold you."  Pretty
simple desires, but they were what Dean wanted most in the world.
"Make love to me?" Sam asked, nuzzling Dean's cheek.  He could not believe what
a closet romantic his big, tough, older brother had turned out to be.  But he
couldn't find it in himself to tease. 
Dean opened his mouth to ask Sam if he was sure, but then closed it.  Sam had
told him to stop asking, to stop second guessing everything.  "Anything you
want, Sammy."  He smiled and turned his head to brush his lips across Sam's.  A
few moments in, Dean pulled back and then rolled Sam onto his back.  "Love you,
Sammy," he murmured, before trailing a kiss down Sam's throat.
Sam laughed and held Dean tightly in his arms, cupping his head and pulling him
into a kiss.  "I meant is that something else you want, De," he said, "but I
think you just answered me."  He let Dean go back to his neck.
Laughing into Sam's throat, Dean closed his eyes and wrapped himself around
Sam.  It'd been a question, not an invitation, and Dean forced his body to take
a few steps back.  "Guess I did, didn't I?"  He pressed another kiss to Sam's
throat before resting his cheek on Sam's chest.
"Hey," Sam said, stroking Dean's hair gently, "do you want to make love to me
now, Dean?  Please just say yes or no, huh?"
"Yes, Sam.  God, yes, I want to."  Dean lifted his head against Sam's hand with
a soft sigh.
"Do you want to be in me, De?" Sam asked.  He rubbed through Dean's short hair,
but was otherwise passive, letting Dean lead whatever way he wanted.
Dean closed his eyes while Sam rubbed at his head.  He dipped it into the touch
and then forced his eyes open again to nod at Sam.  "Yeah, Sammy.  I do...
wanna be inside you again, so bad."
Sam smiled a little and nodded once at Dean.  "I don't know though, dude," he
said, lightly teasing.  "I think maybe I should be on top now, since I'm so
much bigger than you."
Laughing, Dean nipped the skin on Sam's stomach between his teeth.  "Yeah?  You
think that means you should top?"  Dean stroked his hands up and down Sam's
thighs, deliberately avoiding his cock.  "You are big, Sammy, I'll give you
that.  Some night, I definitely want you to fuck your way inside me, but
tonight..."  He trailed off and shook his head.  "Tonight I want to make love
to you, to make up for all the hurt."
Sam narrowed his eyes a little at Dean, wondering how Dean being on top equaled
that, but said simply, "I consider either way making love to each other, Dean,
not fucking."
"That's not what I meant, Sammy.  Just- let me do this for you, please?"  Dean
climbed up Sam's body, curling his hand around Sam's jaw.
Sam pushed up to kiss Dean lightly and covered the hand on his jaw with his
own.  "You want to do this for me?"
"For us, but yes, I want to give you this."  Dean brushed a light kiss on Sam's
lips in return.
Sam paused a few beats, studying Dean's face, before he nodded and lay back
again.  "Please, De."
Dean bent down and kissed Sam thoroughly before pulling back with a smile and
sliding down his body.  This time he didn't tease Sam, simply curled his right
hand at the base of Sam's cock and slid his tongue around the head.  Opening
his mouth, Dean suckled on the tip and then slid his mouth so slowly over Sam.
Sam groaned and pushed up a little into Dean's warm, talented mouth.  His
throat fell back on a deep cry of want and need.  Flashes of the other time
Dean had done this for him filled his mind.  He remembered how hard he had
fought not to come too fast and his utter failure.  He'd filled Dean's mouth
with seed before he could even get halfway. 
Groaning at the sounds Sam made for him, Dean worked his mouth up and down
Sam's cock with an enthusiasm he hadn't shown the first time.  He closed his
eyes, pulled up the shaft and hollowed his cheeks so that he could flutter his
tongue at the nerves under the head.
Sam keened when Dean targeted the sensitive areas of his cock, glad that age
had brought him a little more control.  He reached for Dean's head and then
detoured at the last moment to grab the sheets instead, not wanting to force
his brother to do anything other than he planned.  "Oh yes, De."
.   
Suckling at Sam for a while, Dean raked his free hand over Sam's stomach to
feel the muscles rippling and moving under his touch.  He loved giving Sam
pleasure, remembered the eagerness Sam had displayed so long ago and wanted to
feel Sam lose control like that again.  Dean sucked harder, head moving faster
in the hopes that he could make Sam come.
Dean was an evil master, driving Sam toward the edge much sooner than he
wanted.  The hand on his stomach soothed and excited him at the same time,
reminding Sam again of Dean's touch so long ago- gentle, yet thrilling.  He
arched helplessly after a moment of Dean's increased efforts and came with an
embarrassing speed and level of noise.
Dean sucked and slurped, swallowing everything he could get and then licking
Sam's cock clean.  He hummed softly, dropping his head to Sam's thigh and
kissing him there gently.  "God, Sam," Dean groaned, voice husky from Sam's
cock hitting his throat.  Digging his hands into Sam's hips, he levered himself
up and over Sam to kiss him thoroughly again.
"Yeah," Sam said in a dazed tone, before kissing Dean back.  He lifted his
arms, after extracting his fingers from the bedraggled sheets, and wrapped them
around Dean.  "I want to do that now."
"You do?"  Dean gave Sam another small kiss and then rolled to the side, head
propped on one hand while he trailed the other over Sam's chest and stomach,
unable and unwilling to stop touching Sam.
Sam turned his head to smile dopily at Dean.  "Mmmhmm.  I'd like to."  His
whole body felt heavy and contented from orgasm.  He reached out to brush his
fingers over Dean's face.  "In a minute."
Dean leaned into the touch, turning his head to kiss the tips of Sam's
fingers.  "You don't need to, Sam; you can just get some strength back while I
continue to make love to you."
Sam chuckled and ran his fingers over Dean's plush mouth.  "You don't ask much
of me, De.  Just want me to let you do everything."
"At least this time, Sam."  Dean smiled at his brother.  "Trust me, there'll be
plenty of times that I'll be a demanding ass about it."
Sam snorted and rolled over, facing Dean with clearer eyes.  "I didn't really
expect us to get here so fast, De.  Thought I'd force you to talk it over with
me first."  He shook his bangs out of his eyes and smiled, a tad shyly, at
Dean.
Dean chuckled softly, then leaned in and rubbed their noses together.  "We take
this at your pace, Sam.  You wanna stop here and now, we stop.  You need me to
slow down, change course, whatever- it's yours."
The affectionate gesture made Sam feel more loved than anything else Dean had
done so far.  He returned the nose rub and pressed soft kisses to Dean's
cheeks.  "I want everything with you, De.  I keep thinking of that other time. 
You were so gentle with me, even when I knew you wanted to thrust as hard as
possible."
"I didn't want to hurt you, Sammy.  Didn't want to scare you."  Dean kissed
Sam, full of gentle passion and love.  "We'll have everything, Sammy.  There's
no rush, just what we want, when we're ready for it."
Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and held him tightly.  "What do you want right
now, De?  You want to be in me, yeah?  You want to take me deep and slow."
Dean nodded.  "More than anything else I could think of, Sam."
"Yeah.  All right."  Sam moved on his stomach, presenting his ass to Dean. 
"Make it last, De."
Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, Dean opened it, slicked his fingers and
then paused.  Sam's tone of voice had been okay, but his words were a bit on
the fence.  "Are you sure, Sammy?"  The last thing he wanted was regret in the
morning.
Sam raised his ass in the air and waved it a few times.  "Come on, big bro,
make me yours," he said, batting his lashes like a pro.
Dean snorted.  He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Sam's lower back and then
spread his cheeks wide open.  Swirling one finger around Sam's hole, he took a
deep breath and gently pressed it forward, opening Sam up for him.
Sam yelped and then pushed back against the intrusion, forcing Dean in deeper. 
"Warm the lube next time," he muttered, working himself on Dean's hand.
Chuckling, Dean shook his head.  Trust Sam to be demanding.  Then again, Dean
loved that about him.  He pressed his finger slowly, but steadily deep inside
Sam.  "So tight, Sammy.  God... don't want to hurt you."  Dean slid the finger
out and then pressed it back inside. "Are you sure, Sammy?  I want you to be
sure."  He poised both fingers at Sam's hole, stroking the lubed tip of one
finger back and forth.
"I'm sure, De," Sam said, arching his ass even higher.  "Come on, I want this."
Pushing the fingers forward, Dean groaned at the sight of Sam's body slowly
opening to him.  He kept up the pressure until his fingers were as far in as
they could go, then twisted them gently and slid them back out.  Over and over
again, Dean worked Sam's hole until he felt it was an easy enough glide to add
a third finger.
Sam sighed and moaned and rocked for Dean, letting him open Sam up slow and
easy.  He knew Dean worried about hurting him, about damaging him in any way. 
So, he let his impatience die and continued working at Dean's pace.
Once Dean had Sam opened with three fingers, he slid them out, pressed a kiss
to Sam's back and then sat up.  "Condom or not, Sam?  Your choice.  I'm clean,
I promise."
Sam arched an eyebrow at Dean and said, "And you trust me, given some of what
I've been doing lately? Wear a condom, De.  I should get checked out later."
Dean had forgotten, in the midst of being with Sam, that his brother had been
behaving out of character.  Nodding, Dean stood and went to his bag, rummaging
through to find the string of condoms tucked in a pocket.  He tore one off the
strip and ripped it open, dropping the packet, while he walked and slid the
condom down his cock.  "Love you so much, Sammy," he murmured sitting on the
bed.  "Will you turn over for me?  Please."
Sam stretched a little and then rolled over to face Dean. He smiled up at him,
eyes soft and loving. Spreading his legs, he said, "All yours."
Crawling on the bed, Dean climbed between Sam's thighs and then up his body.
"Love you." He leaned down and kissed Sam before reaching down and guiding
himself to Sam's body, pressing gently inside.
"De," Sam said, letting his legs wrap around Dean. "Yes, De. Come on." He
pushed up into Dean and dug his hands into the covers.
Dean pushed forward, hips pressing into Sam. "On me, Sammy, put your hands on
me. I want to feel your touch on my skin."
Sam released his hold on the bed and wrapped his hands around Dean. He stroked
down his sides and back, as he thrust to match Dean's hips. "Please, De, take
me."
Smiling at Sam, Dean dipped his head and kissed him. He pulled his hips back
and thrust forward, pushing slightly harder than before, as he set up a steady
rhythm for them both.
"So perfect, De. So deep inside. Feels so good." Sam thumbed down Dean's cheek
and over his bottom lip. "Kiss me."
"Always, Sammy." Dean kissed Sam, twining their tongues together and keeping
his rhythm. Stroking in and out, Dean hitched his hips and tried to angle so
that he'd hit Sam's sweet spot.
Sam kissed back, accepting Dean's tongue in his mouth as easily as Dean's cock
in his ass. He loved the gentle rhythm, the deep strokes. Moaning into Dean's
mouth, he clutched his shoulders and pulled him closer.
Dean stroked one hand down Sam's side, over his hip and flank to his knee and
hitched Sam's leg up and over his own hips. He delved in for an even deeper
kiss, breaking only to suck in enough air to kiss Sam all over again.
Sam broke away from Dean's mouth and collapsed back into the pillows. He smiled
up at Dean, body still moving with Dean for both their pleasure. It was so much
better than sex he had with anyone, even Jess. "I love you, De."
"Love you, too, Sammy."  Dean rocked his hips, smooth and slow, in and out
motion.  It'd been so long coming for them, so far from a possibility for so
long, and Dean wanted to savor every moment.  He dragged Sam's other leg up and
around him, angling his brother's hips so he'd glide over Sam's sweet spot with
each stroke.
Sam smoothed his hands over Dean's ass and hips, feeling the muscles working
there, driving him in and out.  He moaned and threw back his head as Dean's
movements began to bring him almost constant stimulation of his prostate.  His
eyes fell shut, and he saw again their one other time together, remembered
pleasure he had never felt before or since.
Dean dropped his head forward, resting it on Sam's chest while pumping his hips
in and out.  He sped up, faster and faster, as each stroke of Sam's prostate
made his brother clench tight around him.  The pleasure spiraled higher and
higher, making Dean thrust harder and faster until he shifted slightly to the
side to slide his hand between them and grasp Sam's cock.  "Want you with me,
Sammy.  C'mon, wanna feel you come."
Sam shook a little and opened his eyes to watch Dean stroke him.  He responded
by thrusting even harder, words of pleasure and love spilling from his lips in
a constant stream, so nothing was distinguishable.  When he came, it was a
total surprise, as his body clamped down on Dean and splattered them both with
evidence of his pleasure.
Dean orgasm came almost immediately on the heels of Sam convulsing around him. 
He pulsed into the condom, silently cursing the need for it, but convinced
they'd do without soon. Sam would never be with anyone else again, and neither
would he. 
Sam rode out his orgasm and Dean's before slumping back into the bed with a
tired, completed sigh.  He stroked over Dean's face and back with one lazy
hand, content to just bask in the afterglow.  At last, they had found their way
full circle, back in each other's arms and hearts, where they had always
belonged.
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 news," Blanc gave everyone except Jaune a tremendously smug
smile before continuing, "But let's get you out of bed, we can't miss the
school trip to the bathhouse after all!"
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOODJAUNE, SKULLS FOR THE SKULLTHRONE!" Rouge yelled in her
sleep once again, followed by a sudden cry of anguish from both her, Verte,
Merron, and Noir. Vi and Rose awoke with a jump, and both moaning in pain
afterwards, holding onto their heads in an adorable mirror image.
"Shut up, please. I have a headache and I'm trying to sleep..." Vi groaned,
finally letting go of Jaune. He jumped up with a happy expression on his face,
not noticing the way Noir, Verte, and Blanc all stared at his groin where he
stood proudly at full mast behind his comfy onesie. Now that there was no one
to impede his progress with any one of his sisters and he had gotten a good
nights sleep, it seemed like he had a new road of possibilities had opened up
before him. And a bathhouse with Blanc sounded perfect for relaxing and getting
rid of all those horrible stress related cricks.
Hearing their mom call for them to get ready for school, Jaune hastily ran to
his room and threw on some clothes before he began following Blanc down the
stairs, though before he was even halfway down he turned around and ran back
up. He opened the door to the room where the rest of his sisters still where
and swiftly placed a soft kiss on each if their lips, throwing back a "Love
you! Get better soon!" over his shoulders as he ran back out the door down the
stairs to the breakfast table. He never noticed the dumb smiles covering his
sickly sister's faces as soon as he had kissed them. Even Rouge smiled in her
sleep as her motioned that she was crushing some great warlord's helmeted
skull.
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The walk to school was very peaceful and nice for both Jaune and Blanc, there
was no real rush and Blanc seemed content just walking hand in hand. When they
did get to school they were met with some weird looks, it wasn't often so many
of the Arcs were sick at the same time. Before parting for their different
buses that would take them to the bathhouse, Blanc pulled Jaune into one of the
janitor closets and pulled him in for a deep and tongue filled kiss.
He enjoyed the hell out of it. He gave her back as much as he could, touching
her all over, letting his hands wander over her breasts and behind in a few
quick gropes that rewarded him with soft moans, all the while his tongue danced
wit hers. Sadly, they had to break the kiss to come up for air and not a second
after Blanc leaned in for a new kiss did the field trip organizers start
yelling that it was time to board the buses. They left the closet after one
last kiss and made their way to the bus as fast as possible, both eager to
start relaxing together.
On the bus trip there Jaune sat by the window just watching the scenery pass
by, at least until someone seated themselves next to him, someone who he felt
he should remember. It was a girl who he vaguely recalled was in the same class
as him, but it felt as if he was forgetting something about her. She had kind
of tangled brown hair that went down to her shoulders, a joke compared to
Violet's and Noir's gorgeous hair, and a pair boring greenish eyes, pathetic
next to Blanc's or Rouge's endless orbs. Her face was just as boring and plain
as her eyes, not nearly as cute as Rose or as joyful as Merron, and her figure
was nothing impressive, Verte's curves looking far more appealing in his mind.
But there still was just something about her that was oddly confusing to him.
She turned and gave him a smile. A smile which he felt could be a bit brighter.
Like Rose's.
"Hey! I don't think we've officially met? I'm in your class." She said and he
suddenly froze. Her voice was... familiar. But again, it wasn't as good as it
could have been. Like Vi's. Jaune only gave her a halfhearted smile in
response, trying desperately to find just why she was making him feels so odd.
"Hey, do you by any chance like X-Ray and Vav?" She asked suddenly, and once
again Jaune felt odd. He felt he should be remember something about the girl
and X-Ray and Vav, but the only thing that came to him was memories of him
sitting in Noir's lap while watching X-Ray and Vav along with Merron and Verte
when they were younger.
"I love X-Ray and Vav." He said, keeping up the halfhearted smile. She seemed
to smile even wider at this, and something akin to excitement arose in her
eyes.
"Oh, that's cool! I was just wondering because I think I saw you looking at my
pencil case!" She said, and suddenly Jaune remembered it all and blushed.
"Yeah, it's a cool pencil case, I saw it and I was wondering where you got it
from."
"My mom got it for me on my birthday! I'm, like, the biggest XV fan evaaar!"
Jaune could only imagine how more fun it was to be with Rouge when she got
excited.
Jaune didn't feel like keeping the conversation going, but in the interest of
not being rude he did so. It turned out that she was a pretty cool person, but
he would have rather been hanging out with Blanc through the whole drive.
When they finally got to the Baigneur bathhouse Jaune was happy to see Blanc
again, but it didn't seem like the girl understood that he didn't want to talk
to her. She stayed within an arm's length away from him the whole time they
waited for the other buses to arrive. When Blanc saw the girl she was not
happy, the look she sent her caused a shiver to go up Jaune's spine.
He sent her back a look trying to convey that he wasn't happy with the
situation either, but it seemed to get lost in translation as Blanc huffed and
fell back into the crowd. He grew disappointed as he realized that it was a
very real possibility that he could be spending his time without her.
He was freed from his uncomfortable "prison" when they went to go change and
Jaune could finally think once again. He had to meet up with Blanc as soon as
possible and explain himself, the last thing he wanted was to make her upset.
He burst out of changing room as fast as possible, looking all around for Blanc
but only seeing what seemed like thousands of colorful heads of hair sending
him into panic. No matter which direction he looked he couldn't seem to find
her. Just as he was about to give up, he felt a strong tug on his and was
quickly snatched away and dragged off into a changing room by the very same
person he had been desperately trying to find, but one look at Blanc's eyes
made a seed of worry sow within him. She looked really angry at him.
"Blanc! There you are! Liste-!" He was cut off as Blanc push him up against the
wall of the changing room.
"Who was that girl? And why was she so close to you?" She almost snarled.
"I don't know who she is I swear!" He squeaked out, feeling himself shrink in
stature compared to the angry demon who had a hold on his arms. Why was it, he
thought, that every Arc woman got to be the most evil and terrifying entity in
the universe when pissed off? Especially in regards to jealousy.
Blanc's eyes softened a little and she let go when she realized how actually
afraid he seemed.
Somewhere back at the Arc house Rouge felt her misery senses tingle.
"Really? I mean... good. She's not nearly good enough for you." Blanc said with
a slight blush. Jaune just tilted his head at her sudden change in attitude,
which made Blanc giggle softly at how cute he looked when he do so, almost like
a dog. She gave him a quick kiss before pulling him outside and jumping into
the water with him.
What was a terrifying short moment dissolved to nothing under the welcoming
embrace of the water, and the fact that he was so near to Blanc, no matter how
scared he had been of her for a moment there, made it all the more perfect.
They splashed around in the water for a bit before Blanc motioned for him to
follow her as she swam away from the crowd of people also playing in the water.
They waded farther in to an area where they could be alone, and the two of them
sunk down into the water and let out sighs of bliss.
They stayed like that for some time, just enjoying the water and one another's
company. Their hands had stayed intertwined for the whole time, Jaune's free
hand on the back of his head and Blanc's on his chest as she laid on her side.
When it became clear to Blanc that everyone had wandered off and that they were
completely alone in their little oasis she got an idea. A dirty little idea.
She motioned for Jaune to follow her and lead him away to more raised
outcropping in the wall of the pool where they could sit with their legs only
halfway submerged. Though only Jaune sat, Blanc on the other hand stood before
him, lust gleaming in her eyes.
She gave him a deep kiss and ran her fingers down his stomach, wasting no time
before starting to rub him through his swim trunks. "Remember we have to stay
quiet..." she said after she broke the kiss. She quickly pulled down the top of
her bathing suit, revealing her breast to Jaune.
Jaune gasped out in surprise from the fact that she was even willing to do this
in public. She gave one last look around before pulling his swim trunks down,
revealing his erect member. She stroked him gently for a bit, letting him enjoy
the smoothness of her hands, before leaning in and placing a tentative lick on
his head. She licked up and down his member a few times before giving Jaune one
last sultry look. Jaune's hand found the back of her head as her lips closed
around him. He wasn't use to the feeling, and, bucking his hips up, his body
threatened to give into pleasure and finish much too soon.
Jaune had to bite his fist as he couldn't hold in a groan of pleasure when he
felt Blanc's tongue slither its way around him. He had never felt so good in
his life, or so he thought. He was proven wrong not a moment later when Blanc
started bobbing up and down on his shaft. He felt like he was in heaven as she
continued to suck on his cock, Blanc's mouth and tongue lost pieces of Eden
made for pleasure and pleasure only. He could feel himself getting close and
tried to tell Blanc to stop by tapping her head, but that only made her go
further. Suppressing her gag reflex, Blanc took him inside her throat as he
came.
It may have been short lived, but Jaune's heart was absolutely pounding inside
his chest as Blanc came back up for air. Jaune closed his eyes and leaned back
into the water. He just felt like floating. Like sleeping. Blanc smiled at the
now tired look on his face and felt like that was typical. Vi had stated before
that apparently all men got tired after doing anything of this sort. Though to
her knowledge she had only ever done this specific thing once before. She may
have had a bit more experience than her, but it was still not a lot.
Blanc raised Jaune from his partial slumber and pulled his swim trunks back
into him before anyone could potentially see him. And as soon as he opened his
eyes he was met with the sight of a needful Blanc.
"I made you feel good, Jaune... can you make me feel good too? Just like
yesterday?" Blanc wouldn't blame him if he said no, it was no big deal, but she
could deny how her heart fluttered when Jaune smiled at her and kissed her. His
hand went to her still exposed breast and she gasped into their kiss when he
pinched her nipple lightly. Feeling a little brave, Jaune released her breast
and put his arms beneath Blanc's thighs, hoisting her up to where he had just
sat.
He hungrily attacked her breast and Blanc bit her lip to fight back against her
moans. One of his hands found its way down to her still covered crotch and
started rubbing through the fabric of her swimsuit for a moment before moving
the cloth aside and sticking two fingers into her core. Blanc threw her hands
around his neck and bit down on his shoulder to not scream out in pleasure.
This all seemed to be something Jaune had caught onto very quickly, not that
she had any frame of reference but it felt like he was doing everything
correctly. Whether it was just him taking chances, guessing (educated or
otherwise), or if he actually looked up stuff she knew not. But dear Monty did
it feel absolutely amazing every time he graced her body with pleasure.
He moved his mouth from her breast and she gave a small sigh as his fingers
left her wetness. He leaned down and grinned up at her before hungrily licking
at her slit. She held back a more severe moan as he started fingering her as
well.
She hit her peak with a suppressed mewl of pure joy, riding the high for all it
was qorth. Jaune had only a second to regain his breath as he emerged from the
water Before Blanc's lips slammed against his and they went under with a
splash.
It was all risky business, and if Vi were there both of them knew she wouldn't
approve of any of this. For two completely valid reasons. But they had both
loved it. As they emerged from the water yet again, Blanc fixed her swimsuit
and both felt that they should spend the rest of their time there relaxing in
each other's presence.
***** Sixth touch *****
The days following his and Blanc's trip to the bathhouse were some of the best
in Jaune's life, if he was being honest. Had it not been for his sisters being
sick it would have certainly been the best. Going to school with only Blanc was
a fun affair, especially when they sneaked away during breaks to kiss in the
bathroom or a closet, but his home life was just as great. If anything, his
sister's' sickness actually helped their somewhat tense situation, they could
spend time together cuddled up in the living room watching movies together
without anyone giving anyone else the stink-eye, at least to his knowledge, and
now that Violet had joined in on their fun he got to experience the amazing
feeling of her kisses many, many times.
His oldest sister seemed like she wasn't satisfied unless his lips were on hers
and their tongues were dancing, but Jaune could in no way complain, it felt
amazing after all.
It was of course a huge jump from the way things used to be, and at first Jaune
thought that she would have a bit of trouble with doing things that she said
were "wrong", and he had for sure thought that she would be like the others and
not want to share, but she seemed to have no problem with the fact that the
others constantly wanted his attention. Not that he was complaining about that
either, it was just one less thing to worry about. And he was worrying about a
lot of things in between his little sessions with his sisters.
That's the calm moments felt incredibly amazing to be in, with his mind off of
the things that would normally break the sanity of someone so young. While the
time had been some of the best, after a while problems started to
arise. Big problems.
Jaune loved his sisters more than anything and he never wanted them to be angry
at each other, especially not over someone like him, so he did his best to give
all his attention to everyone equally. He tried to spend equal amounts of time
with all of his sisters while they were sick, but no matter how hard he tried
it just didn't work. And it made him tired, so very tired. All his free time
was spent with his sisters, and no matter how much he loved them that love
didn't provide him with enough energy to share with seven energetic people.
What's more, the emotional turmoil of having very un-familiar feelings for 7
sisters at the same time at the age of 13 was certainly creating a drain on his
mental state. Though Jaune didn't know this. He only knew he was getting more
and more tired and more and more confused about just what his feelings were. He
unconsciously suppressed as much of this turmoil as he could, becoming more and
more drained with every day that passed.
Vi and Noir were the first to notice Jaune's almost exhausted state when the
time finally came to return to school, and they quickly became concerned.
It was very plain to see that Jaune no longer enjoyed their activities as much
as he once did, and his homework was making him incredibly anxious. As the
others grew to notice these things as well it was decided amongst them all that
they would talk to Jaune and find the source of the problem, and they each
individually vowed, in their own way, to make sure he received help from them.
Vi was the first to ask.
It was on a Monday, one week after he and Blanc had gone on their bathhouse
visit, and Jaune laid sleeping on the couch in the living room, the tiredness
in his body finally making him seek out some form of energy retrieval.
Vi knew from the sight of him and his breathing that his sleep was neither
peaceful nor actually helping him, so she crouched down in front and gently
stroked his cheek to wake him.
"Vi...?" Jaune asked groggily as his eyes opened, quickly realizing that he
must have fallen asleep.
"Hey, sleepy head," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately. Jaune could
tell from this familiar action, and her not going for a kiss immediately, that
she wasn't seeking his romantic, or sexual attention, and this made him calm
down considerably. "You look tired."
"I do?" He did. She nodded her head sadly, noting the darkness under his eyes,
and the expression on his face that told of massive amounts of stress.
"You do," she started, still holding a hand up to his cheek. "What's wrong,
Jaune? Lately you seem to be so upset about something." He looked down at the
floor and away from her eyes.
"I-I'm not upset, promise." He said with a slight stutter, still avoiding her
Eyes. "I'm just... I'm trying to figure stuff out, but I'm not sure what to
do..." he continued quietly. "... I love you, I love you all..." his voice
started to crack as he finished, everything he had been thinking about suddenly
coming crashing down on him.
Violet didn't say anything for a moment, fighting an internal battle herself.
She couldn't believe how she could have been so selfish, how they all could
have been so selfish. They had only thought about how they wanted Jaune, and as
such had forgotten about Jaune himself. How could anyone expect a kid such as
Jaune to handle having 7 girls to split his beyond familial affections with?
He was only thirteen, he shouldn't have to go through such a thing without
help. He shouldn't have to go through this at all, she thought. But he was, and
there was nothing they could do to change it now. Jaune sat up and allowed her
a seat next to him, which she gladly took. In an instant he was pulled into a
warm embrace. It was something he hadn't felt in a while without being pulled
into a kiss, or initiating something less than platonic.
It was nice.
He pushed his head into her shoulder and sobbed as she stroked his messy head
of hair. "Shh... let it out. I'm right here..." that this was affecting Jaune
more than she realized was obvious. She didn't really know what to do. Well,
she did, but her sisters would never all agree to it. Noir might, but two out
of seven wasn't going to solve his problem. Things needed to slow down. Just a
tiny bit. And they all needed to stop fighting and just accept things the way
they were.
Noir stood with her back against the wall next to the door leading to the
living room with one hand covering her mouth as tears flowed from her eyes for
the first time in what seemed like forever. She wasn't crying because the
chances of Jaune loving her in the same way and as much as she loved him were
becoming smaller and smaller, she was crying because of how much emotional pain
she had put the person she loved most in this world through. She didn't care if
none of the others would agree with her, she would make them give Jaune the
space and time he needed if she had to.
She would help him too, she was going to make sure he got the rest he needed,
and, if it was necessary, the protection he needed.
First things first, she was going to have a little talk with Verte. They had
all been a little overzealous for sure, but Verte was the most needy out of all
of them. Running up the stairs with her heart set on helping her brother, she
dried her eyes before knocking on her bedroom door. It was flung open and the
sight of her sisters' bright, smiling faces made her feel slight regret for
putting this on them so soon.
"We need to have a talk," she said urgently. "I know none of you are going to
like this, I don't either, but right now I don't fucking care. Jaune is in bad
condition, and it's our fault. We've been hounding him for attention ever since
this... thing started and we've gone too far. Jaune needs to rest, he needs to
figure whatever the hell this fucking mess we've gotten ourselves into is. And
so do we. From this point forward we're helping Jaune understand this. Not by
fucking his Brains out," she sent a glare towards Verte and Rouge, "But by
giving him time to himself. Until Jaune is rested and understands what this is
none of us are touching him in a way that isn't merely to help him. Do I make
myself clear?" The room was dead silent for a moment as Noir finished her rant.
"Okay," came the answer from Merron. Noir had expected that. Merron's
affections for Jaune seemed to run deeper than all the other's did, whether
that was because they were twins or another reason entirely she didn't know.
But that was another one on her side. Looking around the room, all the others
were silent, hesitating to even open their mouths lest they fall victim to the
rage of Noir.
"Is... is Jaune really that tired...?" Blanc wondered carefully. She hadn't
seen any sign of something being wrong with during the previous week, had she
really been too focused on herself and how happy she was to notice the signs?
Noir nodded deftly, Blanc's gaze falling down on her now wringing hands.
"You can count me in," Blanc said after a small moment of silent thinking.
"If Big Bro really needs us to chill out, then that's fine with me. I refuse to
let him hurt himself just for a few kisses," Rose said loudly and proudly.
"Wow, Rose, that's really mature of you." Noir praised, Rose seemed to shrug it
off like it was nothing, and that they shouldn't be too surprised, but on the
inside she was beaming at Noir's words.
Noir turned her gaze towards Rouge and Verte, the look in her eyes clearly
telling them to not. Fucking. Argue. On this.
"B-but..." Verte started, her hands gripping the sheets on Jaune's bed tightly,
"I- we love him! That's not bad! Love is not bad, maybe I- we should show him
more of my- our love! That will fix him! I'll go do it right no-!"
Verte was cut off as Noir growled at her. Not in a playful way that she was
used to, but in a real, violent and downright vicious way.
"I mean, yes! Of course! I'll take it easy with Jaune, of course I will, it's
what he needs!" The docile state that Noir's growl left Verte in was alarming
to Rouge, who had once before seen the daemon goddess that laid underneath the
mortal flesh of the usually timid, green haired girl.
Rouge felt a sort of disappointment that Verte wasn't going to fight back, but
one look in Noir's eyes made her feel like she couldn't stand up against
whatever that strange, bright feeling in her heart was. The hate in her own
heart feared it.
Eventually she just rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, I won't touch him
either…" she said in an almost nonchalant way, "Until after he figures this
shit out at least..." she added quietly, a predatory grin spreading across her
face along with her final words. Jaune's ass was hers, but she didn't want him
to be sick, that would make him less fun to play with after all.
Seeing that everyone was on the same page as her put Noir's heart at ease. They
would all have to have a big talk when Vi got back upstairs from her time with
Jaune. It would be difficult, especially when talking of how to
actually help Jaune. She could feel almost all answers were more than likely
going to be sexual. But as long as they weren't greedy with pleasure, perhaps
that could work...
She shook her head. It wasn't time to think about anything other than how to
help Jaune feel better.
Back downstairs Violet felt like her heart was breaking over and over again.
She hated herself for what she and their sisters had put Jaune through. She
never wanted anything like this to happen to someone who she loved so much, she
had just wanted to be happy. She kept stroking Jaune's hair, his arms clutching
at the back of her shirt tightly, gently swaying them side to side. She wanted
him to let everything out, let everything that was causing him this pain wash
away so she could get him to tell her how he really felt about all of this.
The tears stained her pajama shirt a darker blue than it was before. "I-I j-j-
just want everyone t-to be happy!" Jaune said, sobs breaking the sentence
apart. Violet could barely understand him, but she pieced what he was saying
together well enough with what she could hear.
"I know Jaune. I know. And everyone will be. Starting with you." She kept up
the soft strokes, and the tight embrace, hoping that eventually he would quiet
down and get through the worst of the sudden sadness. And, eventually, he did.
Violet kissed the top of his head as his breathing slowly become more calmed
and his grip on her shirt loosened slightly. She kept his head against her
shoulder, but she could tell the worst had passed... or so she hoped.
"Feeling better...?" She asked quietly. Jaune merely nodded his head into her
shirt, tears still flowing from his eyes but at least he felt a little calmer.
"Okay... we're going to get through this, I promise, Jaune..." she continued
quietly. "Just focus on my voice..."
She whispered calmly into his ear all the while. Jaune had never before heard a
sweeter sound. Violet's voice was smooth, gentle. All of his sister's had
unique voices, but Vi's was his favorite. He remembered how she used to sing
him to sleep at night when he was little. Well, little-er. And how she used to
read books to them all before they fell asleep when they were even younger than
that.
That kind of stuff usually fell to her as the oldest when their parents were
busy, and she had always done so happily. Violet was always more comfortable
around family than she was anyone else. Jaune sometimes wondered if she had any
friends. It had never occurred to him to ask, even though he always saw her eat
alone in the lunchroom at school. And during their free periods he always saw
her off in the corner reading whatever book seemed to catch her eye, most of
which being non-fiction books about psychology to no one's surprise.
"Let's take this slow, okay, Jaune...?" She whispered into his ear. He nodded
in response. "We have all the time in the world, there is no rush..." another
nod. "When you're ready just say whatever comes into your head when you think
about us..."
Jaune answered immediately, "I love you... I love you all so much..." his voice
was barely audible, but it still made Vi hug him a little tighter.
"We love you too... does anything else come into your head...? Anything at all,
just let it out..."
"I-I'm... tired... I'm so tired... but I want to be with you guys..." another
sob racked through his body and Vi started stroking his hair again. She looked
up towards the door to the stairs and saw Noir standing there, tears clearly
falling from her eyes too. She nodded towards her and Vi mouthed a silent
'thank you' back to her as she went back to carefully soothing Jaune.
She crooned softly, offering every bit of sweetness she could in her voice.
Every motherly, sisterly instinct, and otherwise she had were put to use. "I
know Jaune, it'll be okay... we just dumped this on you so fast... but we're
going to slow down now, and we're all going to talk about this, together...
Okay?"
Jaune nodded once more, his breathing becoming even more calm and his body
relaxing. They sat silent like that for a while, Vi gently stroking his hair,
and before long Jaune fell asleep again in her arms. She let him sleep, his
body looking and feeling much more content than he was earlier. Carefully she
moved his body so his head was resting on her thighs, though his arms still
held onto her shirt.
He didn't twist or turn in his sleep this time, he just laid there, Vi feeling
his even breath against her thighs, but she felt no lustful emotions or
thoughts flood her mind. Instead, she just felt calm and happy Jaune was
feeling at least a little better.
Violet smiled at the peaceful expression now upon his face. But then, suddenly,
her smile disappeared, and she quickly sent a dark glare towards the stairs,
the sound of her sisters nearly running down them threatening to wake Jaune
from his slumber. Noir noticed the expression on her face and quickly motioned
for the others to slow down. And they all fell with a horribly loud thud.
Actually it was multiple thuds, all of which sounded like Armageddon was raging
outside.
Both Noir and Vi had to restrain themselves from performing mass fratricide,
Noir once again growling at her sisters' behavior. Jaune stirred slightly on
Vi's lap, but once she started gently stroking his hair and humming a lullaby
he settled down again.
Sparing another glance up towards her sisters, Vi could see all of them stand
up and rub their sore bodies, all the while groaning as if they were
experiencing horrible pain. One by one they poured into the living room and
gathered around the couch silently.
"I've told them about the situation." Noir whispered.
"Good. You all understand what this means?" Vi asked quietly to everyone
gathered. She received 3 determined nods in return and 2 reluctant ones from
Verte and Rouge. "We'll discuss this this more tonight, but for now let's just
let Jaune sleep. And that's not a request, that's an order."
"Yes ma'am," saluted Rose, who received an affectionate hair rustle from Noir,
which made her smile in the cutest manner possible and giggle.
Vi very gently picked Jaune up in her arms and held his head close to her
chest. She slowly and very carefully made her way up the stairs and into his
room, laying him gently on his bed and tucking him in.
She placed a soft kiss on his forehead before getting up and walking out of the
room, carefully closing the door behind him. She walked over to the top of the
stairs and sat down, resting her chin on her palm and sighing loudly.
"We fucked up..." she said to no one in particular.
"Yeah, so now we're gonna fix it." Noir's unmistakable voice sounded out from
beneath her. Vi looked down to her black haired sister meeting her gaze
meaningfully from her place on the bottom of the stairs.
"You and I are the only ones really understanding just how serious this
situation is, so we're going to have to be the most active." Noir said with one
of the most serious tones Vi had ever heard her use.
"Sis... we shouldn't even be having to go through this. This should never have
happened. I was ignoring my feelings for him, I had ignored them for several
years, and I thought I was the only one. But then Verte started acting weird,
and you two started getting so close, and I got so worried that something was
going to happen. And then it did. It's taken a long time, but it has. And we
can't take any of it back now."
Vi covered her face with her hands, trying desperately not to show just how
messed up she felt about all of this happening.
"Exactly, it has happened," Noir's stern voice once again sounded out, "So now
let's make sure it never happens again. I love Jaune, more than anything in
this world, and I know you do too, so now we're going to help him. We're going
to protect him. I know I contain my urges, and I trust that you, Blanc, and
Merron can too. I doubt Rose understands what's going on, but she's not going
to do anything towards if we tell her not to. What worries me, though, is if
Verte and Rouge can really restrain themselves. You know how Verte has always
been around Jaune, but now she's going too far, and Rouge is...
"Rouge." Vi said with a deadpan voice.
"Exactly." Noir nodded before sighing deeply and leaning back against the wall.
"You're all so young..." Vi started, rubbing her hands together nervously.
"None of you have gone all the way with him, have you?" Vi asked, hoping to get
the one answer she wanted.
"No, or at least I haven't. I don't think Rose has done anything other than
kiss him a few times, probably same with Merron, but Verte's gone a little
further. Rouge too. But you saw that. And Blanc's been really silent about her
experience in all of this. But I..." Noir's voice faded into silence. Hesitant
to say anything more.
"Sis?"
"We may have done a few things. But I swear it's never turned into us going all
the way." Vi nodded, feeling somewhat envious, but also relieved.
"No matter, I agree with you on having to protect him. If we're lucky we can
let him get the day off from school tomorrow to let him rest, but after that
he's going to have to go back, and we can't be with him at all times." She said
as she racked her brain for a solution to their dilemma.
"My grades are already bad as is, and I'm certainly willing to sacrifice some
more of them if it means Jaune getting better."
"We just need to give him some space. Maybe we can all sit with him at lunch,
but the sharing food has to stop." Noir pouted at this. Not really because she
loved sharing food with him too much to give it up, but because the school had
really good chicken nuggets, and Jaune always got the last of them.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell that to the others too... I need to talk to Merron
about lengthening her skirt again too. Jaune doesn't need anymore
distractions."
"One last thing though," Noir said as she pushed herself off the wall, "I know
this situation is crazy, but when Jaune understands just what this is and what
it means I won't "hold back". I want him, badly, and I will show him just how
much I love him. This isn't a threat, because I know you feel the same to some
extent, but I already don't like having to "share" him. I won't lose this to
any of you..."
"For Monty's sake Noir, he's not a prize to be won! If he figures things out,
good for him, but you should at least let him decide!" Violet was surprised at
her own outburst, eyes widening as she held a hand up to her mouth. "I...
sorry."
Noir stared at her for a moment, mouth agape, but eventually she sighed and
averted her gaze. "No... you're right. I just... I don't... I love him. I love
him so much it hurts when I think about him being with someone other than me.
He's... he's always been there for me, and I he's always come to me with his
problems..." she could feel her eyes starting to water for the third time that
day, but she quickly rubbed away any stray tears wanting to escape with the
back of her hand. "I hate the thought of losing him so, so much, even if it's
to one of you guys."
Noir gasped as she was pulled into a hug by an equally teary eyed Violet, the
somewhat random contact throwing her off. It wasn't that she had never hugged
Violet before, but it had definitely been a while. She returned the hug,
finding it odd that she was so readily accepting consolation from someone who
she could consider an enemy. But that wasn't true was it? She didn't want this
to tear their relationship apart.
"I understand how you feel," said Violet. "I feel the same way. But we can't
let it tear us apart. If we don't stick together, how can we ever help Jaune?"
Noir nodded as she hugged her sister back. She wanted to curse herself for
being so Montydamned selfish all the time. This was for Jaune, not for her.
Jaune wasn't "hers", despite how much she wanted him to be, he didn't "belong"
to anyone other than himself. They stood together for a while, just hugging it
out, but they broke apart when they heard a door opening upstairs.
They were just about to rush up and check if someone, *cough*Verte and/or
Noir*cough*, had tried to sneak into Jaune's room when Jaune himself stepped
out, groggily wiping his eyes.
When he saw them he gave them a tired smile, though it was broken as he yawned.
"Hi guys, what time is it...?" He asked sleepily.
Both Noir and Vi quickly made their way up the stairs and gently began guiding
him back towards his room. "Doesn't matter, you should sleep some more." Noir
said softly.
"Wait, what? Why? I'm not really tired anymore." They sat him down on his bed
and sat on both sides of him, trapping in between the two of them.
"Like I said, doesn't matter," Noir said just as gently as before. "Sleep. Vi
brought you up here for a reason." She and Violet pushed him down into the
mattress and he didn't even put up an ounce of a fight. Vi put a hand to his
forehead, and leaned down to kiss it. Noir would have freaked out if it weren't
obviously a platonic action.
"Just rest, Jaune, you need as much of it as you can get. If you're not feeling
tired I can go get the laptop and we can all watch X-Ray and Vav." At Vi's
mention of his favorite superheroes, Jaune's eyes lit up.
"Yeah! I'm not tired a allllllllll..." he tried to say excitedly, but he was
cut off as another huge yawn escaped his mouth and his pillow began suddenly
feeling extra comfy. "I'm just... gonna rest for a bit, but then we can still
totally Watch X-Ray and Vav, right?" He continued as Vi stroked his hair in
that special way only she could.
"Absolutely. Sleep well, Jaune." Noir wished him goodnight as well as they
watched him fall steadily asleep. Vi nodded towards the door, and as soon as
Jaune's breathing calmed the two of them got up and left the room, closing the
door behind them.
"You're a good big sister..." Noir commented, making Vi raise her eyebrows. She
hugged Vi, this time surprising her.
"I guess it comes naturally," she replied, ruffling Noir's hair.
"Let's talk to the others after dinner, and let's tell mom Jaune is doing
homework or something so he can sleep. We're all probably a bit drained after
all of this." Noir said with a giggle.
"Ya Think?" Violet laughed back, "We'll save him some food for when he wakes up
and then we can talk to him about this tomorrow morning." She finished.
"Sounds like a plan!" They both carefully walked down the stairs, feeling just
a little bit better than before knowing Jaune was safe and sound in his bed.
***** Seventh touch *****
Neither Blanc nor Merron wanted to be the one who pointed out the obvious, but
they also knew that if they didn't break the ice soon Jaune might stay
exhausted or worse for a very long time. Verte sat before them, in the same
place as Jaune had been sleeping, her face the very picture of unhappy. They
knew they were the ones who had to talk to her, Rose not really understanding
the situation, Rouge not caring about the situation, and Noir and Vi busy with
taking care of Jaune. They were going to have to do the impossible; make Verte
understand she couldn't help Jaune by fucking his brains out.
Merron sent Blanc a look. A look Blanc just wanted to ignore in fear of being
the target of Verte's wrath, but she finally returned it and understood exactly
what Merron was saying to her in that instant. "I'm too young to die, you do
it."With a sigh of displeasure Blanc got up and took a seat next to Verte,
whose eyes narrowed as she turned her head slowly to Blanc. All present held
their breath as her scowl turned worse every second. It was almost comedic how
dark her face could look when the shadows stretched out to cover it.
"Verte..." Blanc began.
"What..." Verte replied in a sinister manner, her voice seemingly altered by
the hate of a thousand tortured souls.
Blanc ignored the delighted sigh from Rouge, only hoping she didn't start
rubbing one out in the middle of the living room, and swallowed before speaking
again. "Look, I know you're not happy about this, trust me I'm not either, but
for Jaune's sake can you please restrain yourself?" Her voice was careful, like
she was navigating around landmines.
"Jaune will get better if I stay with him, I know it. My love will heal
him."Verte answered, her voice bringing a shiver down both Blanc' and Merron's
spines and another happy sigh from Rouge.
Rose shifted away from Rouge carefully.
"Sis," Blanc continued, "Jaune isn't going to get better unless we give him...
just a bit of space. It's not like we're going to stop doing things with him,
and it's not like our love means nothing." The light seemed to come back around
Verte's eyes for a brief moment, and Rouge leaned forward, quickly sending a
prayer to Chaos so that those shadows returned to blot out the light.
"Jaune doesn't need space... he needs love and care, and only I can provide
that!" Verte shouted, the shadows returning. Rouge bit her lip and fell back,
becoming lightheaded from the sudden increase in pleasure.
Despite her fear of this daemonic Verte, Blanc was starting to get annoyed. She
wanted Jaune to get better just as much as Verte and she was not risking the
health of someone so dear to her just because Verte was horny. "Verte, please
listen to me! Jaune needs to understand what our relationship is, he nee-..."
she was cut off as Verte's glowing red eyes locked onto her.
"Our relationship...? There is no our, there's only Jaune and me! I love him
the most and he loves me the most and he's not in a relationship with anyone
but me!" She roared, the malice in the air becoming too much for Rouge as she
started rolling towards the bathroom to fuck herself silly with her fingers
while thinking about her and Jaune ruling the world… as he took her up brown-
town...
Blanc didn't know how to respond. Of course she was angry that Verte would say
such a thing at all, but at the same time getting her more riled up would only
serve to make the situation worse (and make Rouge cream so hard they'd hear it
for miles). Very slowly, she took a hold of Verte's hand, and the shadows once
again receded partially.
"Sis, please. Understand how we feel about him too, understand that at least we
all care about him enough to want him to feel better, understand that you're
not the only one that has feelings for him!"
"I... but Jaune and I were supposed to be happy together..." the darkness
around Verte went away fully halfway through the sentence, and they could all
hear very frustrated growls coming from the bathroom.
Blanc knew there was no way she could talk from this point forward without
lying, because, to be fair, she felt like Verte too. She wanted Jaune for
herself and for them to be happy together. Alone. She didn't want to share
Jaune's affections deep down, but she was willing to ignore her own wants for
his sake, at least for now.
"I promise we'll work this out later, sis, but before that can happen Jaune
needs to get better. He needs rest and space, at least space in the romantic
way. If we help him it has to be platonic. No romantic kisses or touches. I
know it's hard, but let's do it for Jaune's sake, please?"
Verte stayed silent for a while until Merron sat down next her and took her
free hand. "We all love Jaune, so let's make sure he knows it by helping him
get better. We need to listen to Vi and Noir, they know the most about Jaune
and what he needs." She said.
Verte let out a sigh as the shadows receded from her face completely and her
expression shifted from indignation to defeat, her eyes misting over. "Fine...
I just... I want to be happy, is that so wrong? I want him to be happy! I want
to be the one to do that!"
Blanc had to suppress a grimace, Verte's words really tore at her since she
felt much the same. "Verte... we... this situation is odd already, but we can
make Jaune happy together, as a team." Blanc smiled at her green haired little
sister, but on the inside she wanted to kick herself for having to lie so much.
She didn't like lying in the first place, but having to do it at the same time
as she talked about someone other than her having Jaune's heart made her feel
sick to her stomach. She doubted any of them would give up trying to be the
oneto Jaune once he got better, even Rouge probably wanted her toy for herself,
but Blanc knew she could restrain herself until then.
"As a team... sure..." Merron hated the look on Verte's face. It seemed like
all the others were trying to make this somewhat about themselves. Merron
didn't even care if Jaune and her didn't end up together as long as he was
happy. She would feel the happiness too after all. But she could see how tense
the situation was for the others. Violet didn't care either to an extent, she
just wanted the situation to end. Noir cared a lot, but ultimately it was her
and the others that made the situation into something more than it really was.
Jaune needed space, he needed care, and you'd think that would be easy to give,
but everyone and their mother wanted Jaune to feel better but they wanted to
make him feel better alone. Well, not theirmother, or at least Merron hoped.
"Good, now let's get our Jauney back, okay?" Merron could practically hear
Blanc and Verte grind their teeth when she used the Word our, but they still
each gave her a nod of acceptance.
XXX
Later that night, while Jaune still laid sleeping and everyone else ate dinner,
Noir finally started to feel relaxed. It would be just her and Jaune home the
next day and that would make it so much easier to make sure nothing happened.
She didn't fully trust most of her sisters, aside from Rose and Vi, so she
would stay alert and protect Jaune if needed.
She kept a close eye on everyone's faces as they ate, attempting to read their
thoughts. Verte and Blanc looked the most grim, and Rouge looked as if she were
plotting. Noir ignored that though because she always looked like that.
Clair was terribly confused, to say the least. All of her children seemed to be
so quiet nowadays, so unlike the way things were before. It was more than just
a little disconcerting.
She nudged Tobias' leg beneath the table hoping that he would take the hint and
help her ask them about it, but her genius husband didn't even seem to notice
even as her nudging turned into kicking. She wanted to know why Jaune couldn't
come down and eat too, she didn't believe for a second that he was studying.
Meanwhile Tobias wanted to know why he was suddenly taking part in the most
aggressive game of footsie ever. He looked over at Clair and she gave him the
stare. He hated the stare. It was something that used to turn him on, now it
just made him afraid. He shrugged, signaling he had no idea what she wanted.
And meanwhile Noir was staring at them like they were insane.
Noir sighed and gave Vi a nudge with her leg, gesturing with her head that Vi
should go up to Jaune when she glanced up at her. Vi gave her a short nod back
and picked up a plate for Jaune if he was awake before excusing herself from
the table.
Clair looked after her eldest daughter before rubbing her forehead, once again
questioning why the hell she married Tobias in the first place.
"You okay mom?" Rose asked, apparently being more alert and aware of her
surroundings when food was on the table than Noir gave her credit for. All of
the table turned towards Clair as if they were deers caught in the headlights
of a semi. It was clear to Noir that they were going to start panicking.
Clair, thinking now would be as good a time as ever, let her hand drop from her
face and fixed her five remaining kids with a look. "Yes, honey, I'm fine. It's
you guys I'm worried about." Noir felt her blood turned to ice. If her mom had
found out what they had been doing they were in for the biggest punishment
since Prometheus.
"You're all so quiet, is something wrong?" Clair asked, letting the worry reign
clear on her face. Rose looked around at all of her sisters, seeing all of
their shocked and worried faces. Had they really made it so clear? Noir looked
the most scared, as if everything was about to come crashing down. Rose looked
back down to her food and continued eating, trying to ignore the sudden tense
atmosphere.
Blanc coughed into her hand and cleared her throat, her mouth feeling drier
than the Vacuo desert. "It's nothing really, right guys?" She asked her fellow
sisters with a nervous tone, feeling only slightly better when all of them,
including Rouge and Rose, nodded in agreement. "We're just tired, school's been
a pain lately. I've got that ince- that paper I need to turn in, Noir has a
combat class trial soon, Vi needs to finish planning her team's next mission,
and I'm sure Rouge, Verte, Rose, and Merron have something too."
"World domination." Rouge answered immediately, making everyone turn to her
with jaws to the floor. "What? Don't kinkshame me!" She grabbed her plate and
left towards the living room, planning to eat in peace.
Merron was about to speak up when Rouge stuck her head back into the kitchen.
"AND WE NEED MORE MILK FOR THE KHORNE-FLAKES!"
Then she disappeared again, leaving her family blinking in confusion.
Clair shook her head, since long having given up trying to figure out where in
the bloody hell Rouge got her insanity from, and pulled down a shopping list
from the fridge, adding 'milk' onto it.
"I'm just trying to get by with these STUPID CRAMPS!" Rose groaned, holding
back the urge to slam her head through the table. "Ugh..." all present girls
gave her a sympathetic look, and Tobias just looked away awkwardly, making it
very clear that he was just a dumb guy who knew next to nothing about women. At
least he tried. Verte patted Rose on the back, looking back to Clair.
"And I have a few assignments that need working on, the school is pushing me to
write even more essays about intermediate hunting techniques."
"And me and Jaune have this Grimm behavior project we need to finish before
next week." Merron finished.
Clair glanced at Tobias for a moment, and for once he actually understood just
what it was she wanted from him. "I need to have that talk with him sometime
soon..." he mumbled under his breath, trying to find a way to not crush Jaune
with the news .
Blanc and Noir shared a look, both curious about just what their father was
mumbling about, but Before they had the chance to ask Clair stood up and
started putting away her dishes.
Noir bit her lip, being still very much unclear about what exactly was going
on, but one thing was for sure, Jaune didn't need any more stuff thrown on him,
especially not by their parents, and she knew from experience that any and all
news given by Tobias was most certainly bad, and any and all news given by
Clair was most certainly good. It was just the way their parents did things
"Umm... dad? What are you going to talk with Jaune about? He's... been having a
tough time, I think he needs to rest." Noir prodded carefully.
Clair smiled at her, the caring nature towards Jaune Noir showed warming her
heart.
Tobias gave Noir a awkward look before turning to Clair to see if he was
supposed to reveal this or not. She shook her head.
Tobias gave Noir an apologetic look and left the table, making everyone shiver
and want to run immediately up to Jaune and never leave his side. Merron was
the first to leave, and before the others could follow Clair asked for help
with the dishes. Noir groaned, wanting nothing more than to sit with Violet and
Jaune and watch him eat.
Up in his room, Jaune still laid sleeping soundly in his bed with Vi seated on
the floor next to his head. For the past 15 minutes she had done nothing but
watch him sleep, gently running a hand through his hair and humming a soft
tune, while imagining what he was dreaming about anytime he made a little face.
She felt content like that, happy. She loved Jaune so much and seeing him smile
in his sleep was making her heart flutter like never before. She wasn't
interested in anything sexual at the moment, though she had never been a very
sexual person to begin with, she just wanted to stay in the calming and loving
aura her beloved brother seemed to give off.
The door handle rattled, signaling to Violet that someone was coming into the
room. She expected to see Noir, or a stream of her sisters, but she was
surprised by the sight of Merron coming in alone and sitting down next to her
and laying her head on her shoulder. "Merron...?"
"Jaune's very happy," she said through a smile. Merron had of course felt his
stress, but it wasn't a strong feeling for her. Somehow she had managed to
ignore it, but stress had never really gotten her down as it did everyone else.
Jaune was much more susceptible to the effects of it, it seemed. But now? Jaune
just felt happy. Even when he was sleeping she could feel it. Every single
brush of Vi's hand through his hair brought a wave of calming love.
She honestly had little to no problem with "sharing" Jaune anymore, as long as
he was happy she was happy after all. However, if she felt that he was unhappy
while being with one of them, then Merron would try to keep them away from
Jaune at all costs.
Though, apparently she needed to pay more attention to the feelings he sent
her. Jaune becoming this "broken" under her watch was unacceptable. She would
rather die than having him go through this sort of thing again.
"I think he'll be okay," Merron said. Vi looked at his smiling face again and
felt that Merron was right. "I think we'll be okay too," she said also,
suddenly wanting to get closer to Vi. She pressed her body into Violet's and
adopted a confused expression, suddenly feeling her cheeks heat up. She felt
she wanted to move even closer somehow, for some odd reason, but she held
herself back and instead gave Vi a hug.
"I think so too," Vi replied, not noticing anything other than the hug, and
returning it.
Jaune moaned in his sleep, and suddenly Merron knew why she was feeling like
this, she gave Violet another embarrassed look and suddenly pushed away from
her. "I uh, I think I need to gotothebathroomI'llberightback!" She yelled,
rushing out of the room, not even caring how loudly she did so. Violet raised
her eyebrow, but shrugged, kissing Jaune on the forehead and standing up from
the floor.
As she walked out from the room she ran into Noir.
"He still sleeping?" She asked, her voice sounding a little strained, a fact
Violet picked up on.
"Yeah, but I suspect he'll be up in maybe 2 hours or so, his body will need
food after all." Noir nodded, understanding the implication in her words.
"Don't worry, I'll stay up all night to keep a watch over him if I have to.
I'll make sure he eats something as soon as he wakes up."
There was still a clear strain on Noir's voice, and Vi really didn't like it.
"Good, you do that, but has something happened? You don't sound so hot."
Noir sighed, fiddling with a few strands of her hair, and looked past Vi into
the room. "Dad needs to talk to him apparently..."
Violet brought a hand up to her temples and groaned. "When is this going to
end?" Violet knew this was affecting only her, and so soon after it had started
it seemed to be getting massively more complex, but she trusted in Merron's
words for some reason. She felt that she was telling the truth. Maybe they
would be alright, there was only one way to know for sure, and that was to
wait. But the new news she had received didn't sound good, and she was afraid
it would be something bad. And judging from the look on Noir's face, it more
than likely was going to be...
"I'll... talk to them, get them to give Jaune space, at least for a while. Just
make sure he doesn't do anything strenuous tomorrow, especially not mentally,
and try to get him to talk about how he feels about all this. He really, really
needs to get this out. We both know I'm the one who knows about this emotional
stuff and I'll talk to him more when I get home tomorrow, but if you can get
anything out of him before that would be great."
"Got it, I'll make sure he gets better."
Vi patted Noir's shoulder before making her way downstairs as Noir herself went
to Jaune.
Noir sat on the edge of his bed and looked down at his sleeping form. Her heart
skipped a beat and a crooked smile made its way onto her face before falling
away completely and being replaced by a bittersweet one.
"I don't know why I had to fall for you... I don't know why the others did too.
But I swear to you, regardless of who gets you to themselves, you'll be happy…
but Monty... I hope it's me..."
XXX
The following week was one of healing, for both Jaune and his sisters. The day
after his breakdown Jaune stayed home, just like Vi and Noir had planned, and
was taken care of by Noir. They took it easy, just spending time together
playing videogames or reading, but Noir could easily tell Jaune was still very
tired. He fell asleep several times during the day and Noir did nothing to wake
him, even if it meant having to sit still for an hour or two doing nothing
because he was asleep on her.
She tried to get him to talk about his feelings, but his answers left much to
be desired. "I love you guys, all of you, more than anything", "I'll do
anything for you, what kind of brother would I be if I refused after all?", and
"I'm just tired, I'll be back in shape in no time and then I we can have fun
again" especially worried her.
Jaune seemed to not be listening to anything any of them said about not needing
to do anything, about him resting fully before they even thought about doing
anything that wasn't remotely platonic. But still he insisted "Just give me a
few, and then I promise we can start messing around". At this point Jaune was
much more educated about what they were doing. He knew that it wasn't normal
for siblings to do it, he knew it was considered taboo, and he knew the full
implications of it, the whole shebang.
Or at least that was what Noir hoped. If Jaune acted this interested in
"naughty stuff" only because he wanted to please them Vi would probably
explode. Along with Noir herself.
She had nothing against Jaune being sexually active, in fact she loved it as
long as he was sexually active with her, but if he didn't know just what he was
doing things were going to get real damaging real fast.
Though it was hard for her to deny, Jaune had grown extraordinarily fast since
they had started doing things. So fast it seemed like Noir was going to get
whiplash just thinking about it.
'Maybe,' she thought, 'Maybe Jaune just feels like he needs to grow up because
of what we've been doing.' The thought hurt. She didn't want this to make him
feel like he had to be more mature, he was still only thirteen, he had a long
way to go before he had to mature. Two years at least, that's how long she
herself had lasted before responsibilities came crashing down on her.
She looked down at her sleeping brother in her arms, and wondered why he had
requested that they lay in his bed to rest. It definitely wasn't the most
comfortable spot in the house (no, that belonged to the heavenly thing called
the couch in the living room, so soft and perfect...), none of their beds were
due to the money problem they had early on when they moved into their house.
But listening to the sounds he made, sleeping soundly, she didn't care, just
having him in her arms felt... wonderful.
And not in the platonic way she had promised Vi, no, this made her heart soar
with forbidden love. She wanted to kiss him and show him the most wonderful
things, but she couldn't. She couldn't and wouldn't risk hurting him. She
needed to restrain herself or else this whole healing would have been for
naught.
For Jaune was clearly healing, and that made Noir happy. He still slept a lot,
but when he was awake he was more attentive and not nearly as sluggish or
tired.
And with this alertness came the amount of homework he had to do decreasing in
size, and with the loss of homework came great joy and happiness and eagerness
to play video games with his Big Sissy. Noir saw nothing better than spending
time with him, even if it was eventually going to dissolve into a heated 1 v. 1
match in a supposedly co-op game.
That was the first 3 days, it was on the fourth things started to go... in a
different direction. Jaune had been allowed leave from the school after Clair
took him to the doctor when she had found out he had stayed home the day after
his breakdown, and for once Noir was happy about their mother's overbearing
tendencies.
On the fourth day Jaune and Noir had been seated on the couch in the living
room just like usual, doing some of their collective homework, when Jaune had
done something new. He had leaned up and kissed Noir, without any form of
prompt from her.
Her eyes widened, her heart skipped what felt like three beats, and she didn't
know what she had done to deserve it. After so long without any romantic
contact between the two of them, the kiss heated up almost instantly. Noir lost
herself into the kiss, swiping her tongue across his lip only seconds into it,
asking for something he didn't mind giving.
She pushed him down on the sofa, feeling a thrill going throughout her whole
body when Jaune's hands landed on her back, pulling her even closer to him.
This was the first time he had ever initiated a kiss with her, or any romantic
action for that matter, and had Noir been not been lost in the magic sensation
of his lips against hers she would most likely have noted how big of a step
this was for Jaune.
Jaune himself was feeling quite bold, a sudden rush of confidence and
happiness, unlike how he ever felt before. He knew what Noir liked, he knew he
could make her feel good. He pushed back at her, switching their positions so
that he was on top of her, and it was so unlike anything Noir had experienced
with him before, so different, but not bad. She felt she very much loved having
him in control.
Her lips quivered as his lips landed on her neck. "Oh Jaune~" she moaned,
wanting nothing more than for him to take her right then and there. But she
held back. She always held back. As much as she didn't want to.
For what felt like hours they did nothing but kiss and grind against each
other, Noir ending up feeling more aroused than she had in years. But still she
did nothing to escalate their makeout session into something more, she would
leave that to Jaune. When he was ready she would gladly show him just how much
she loved him, but she would wait until he wanted to go further.
When they finally pulled their lips from one another's for the last time it was
because Jaune was beginning to fall asleep in Noir's arms, otherwise she
doubted they would have stopped before their sisters came home.
"Still, maybe a tiny bit tired..." Jaune said, laughing in what Noir could only
describe as the cutest manner possible. She kissed him again and whispered into
his ear.
"It's okay Jaune... thank you, I really enjoyed that." She placed a kiss on his
earlobe and his cheek and then his mouth one last time before he actually did
end up falling asleep. She picked him up and brought him to his bed, where she
held back the urge to hug him until he exploded. She just slipped in next to
him again, and thought about all that Jaune- no, all that they had
accomplished. Jaune might have moved forward, but so did their relationship.
She didn't know why, or how, but she could feel it.
Noir felt happier in that moment than she had in her entire life as she
carefully hugged Jaune to her chest, giggling quietly as he nuzzled his face in
between her breasts. He was healing, their relationship was moving forward, and
for what seemed like the first time since this thing started Noir felt at
peace. She and Jaune were closer than the bestest of friends and something told
her that that meant a lot more to Jaune than she realized, and that that
closeness would influence his heart the most in the end.
Of course it would, she had no doubt in her mind. Especially when things began
to pick up. She had been doing things behind Vi's back, behind all of their
backs, and while she felt guilty about it, Jaune had initiated it all. So even
if she supposedly knew what was best for Jaune, she trusted his judgement, and
what he felt he was ready for.
Days 5 and 6 flew past in a blur of Jaune having to repeatedly tell his sisters
again and again that yes, he was better and no he didn't need to take a nap. It
was the weekend and the house was once again full of life at all times, but
still Jaune managed to get more kisses from Noir, even going so far as getting
to massage her bare breasts when they hid in the bathroom together.
He never told Noir, since he never really saw a reason for it, but he had
kissed Vi too during their night talks.
Violet always let him go at his own pace too, but still, he had never really
one anything with her. He had never gotten so handsy as he did with Noir. It
wasn't that he didn't want to, quite the opposite, but age was intimidating,
especially when he had asked Vi to teach him more about this stuff, and she
showed her knowledge and experience. How was he ever going to do well enough to
make her feel good? His mind was a whirl at all the possibilities that had
opened up to him, all the choices he could make, and all the actions he could
take... it was overwhelming.
But still oh so exciting.
He understood what they were doing now, what it was, but some things were still
unclear or downright confusing. He didn't see why he shouldn't be with all of
his sisters for example, he loved them all more than anything so why should he
limit that love to just one of them?
What's more, Jaune felt he wanted more of what he and Noir had done and what he
and Blanc had done, especially now that he fully understood what doing the
things they were doing entailed.
And there was one thing he knew he wanted to do with Noir with absolute
certainty. But now that he was much better, it was hard to find a time to even
think about it, much less initiate it. So he did the only sensible thing: asked
Noir to fake being sick with him so they could get one day away from school.
Just one, that's all he would need.
XXX
"Noir... I want to do more things... like we did before... but further... can
we?" Jaune's nervous voice tugged hard on Noir's heartstrings and his words
almost made her want to cry. Jaune wanted to be with her. He wanted her to be
his first.
At that moment, Noir didn't care what she had promised Violet, she didn't care
that Jaune was supposed to be resting, she just wanted to act. Jaune was the
one who had come to her, after all, he was the one who suggested going further,
that meant it had to be okay, right?
"Jaune..." she smiled, sauntering over to him by the bed. "We can do whatever
you want to..." Jaune's cheeks glowed a bright red at Noir walking, as he saw
it, sexily towards him, and he leaned in to place a kiss in her lips, being
unsure how to start something like this.
Noir returned the kiss with an enthusiasm Jaune had never experienced before.
His first kiss with Merron had come close but this kiss was much more...
hungry. It was as if Noir was suddenly begging him to take control. Like she
didn't want to be the one to initiate their next actions.
Their tongues met and Jaune put his hands on Noir's hips, guiding them towards
his bed. Noir happily followed his lead and when they sat down she pulled him
onto her, mewling pleasurably as he ran his hands along her stomach. Neither of
them knew fully what they were doing, but both of them really wanted this,
wanted each other, so they followed their bodies instincts.
With tentative touches, Jaune began working his hands up underneath Noir's
shirt, soon feeling the edge of her bra.
He snuck his hands around the edge to her back and undid her bra quickly with a
skill that completely surprised him and Noir both. She wasn't going to complain
though. He pulled the bra off of her from underneath her shirt and groped her
through her black tank top. She got goosebumps all along her skin and her
nipples hardened as she moaned into the kiss.
"Jaune," kiss, "I want," kiss, "to feel," kiss, " you inside me!" Her voice was
wanting as the kisses sent electrical fire all throughout her senses.
Removing his hands from her breasts for a moment, Jaune pulled off Noir's shirt
and threw it across the room before leaning in and kissing her again, his hands
returning to continue groping her mounds. Noir let out another deep moan into
their kiss at Jaune's apparent skill with her breasts, his fingers toying with
her erect nipples. Breaking the kiss Jaune moved down and engulfed one of her
nipples in his mouth, licking it hungrily just like he had done with Blanc.
Noir wondered silently if his skill came from the things he had done with the
others, and at that moment she didn't hate that thought as much as she thought
she would what with how absolutely amazing Jaune's mouth felt on her breasts.
He sloppily licked all over her goosebumps ridden skin and Noir grabbed into
his head, wanting to feel him even closer than was actually possible.
"Oh Jaune... yes..." she sighed in pleasure, her body heating up and her
nethers beginning to burn with a desire.
She was beyond overjoyed that this was happening, she had dreamed about it ever
since she and Jaune had shared their first kiss. Jaune peered up at her from
where he was practically attached to her chest, the obvious spark of lust and
love in his eyes making her entire body tingle with excitement. She tugged at
his head, pulling him up and smashing her lips against his, one of her hands
sneaking its way into his pants and grasping his erect member. Jaune's groan
made her smirk and she let her thumb wander to his head, rubbing it
aggressively, forcing him to break their kiss with a gasp.
She placed her free hand on his cheek and pulled him back in as she slowed down
to rub him at a gentle pace, a small dab of precum lubricating her thumb and
providing even more pleasure. Jaune kept groaning, his hands going back to
groping her breasts with fervor. He broke away from the kiss to utter only one
word, "... more..."
Noir was happy to oblige, lifting his shirt and pushing her chest against his,
the skin on skin contact making both of them moan. Leaving his lips, Noir
kissed her way down Jaune's chest, making quick work of the button and zipper
on his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. She grasped his cock
with one of her hands and stroked it gently, her other hand going down to take
care of her own pants. A small droplet of precum laid on his head, just like
the last time, but this time Noir leaned in and let her tongue lick it up, the
salty taste making her moan.
Based on Jaune's reaction to her tongue making contact, which was a groan and a
little whisper of her name, she figured that someone had already beat her to
this. Being a little upset at this, she pledged to make sure that he liked her
mouth better. She swore to make it happen. And so without hesitation, she
licked her lips and shoved the whole thing in her mouth, not finding it
particularly difficult if she breathed through her nose and ignored her gag
reflex. Jaune's hand found the back of her head, and grasping a fistful of her
hair she let him guide her up and down his shaft.
Despite what he may have wanted, Jaune couldn't help but compare the feeling of
Noir bobbing her head on his shaft and Blanc doing the same. Noir won easily.
Her tongue slithered around him, feeling like it was longer than he humanly
thought possible, and her small groans and grunts were music to his ears. Jaune
never wanted this moment to end, but he could feel himself getting close to
that odd but wonderful feeling he now knew was him cumming.
Noir felt him twitch in her mouth, and instantly she wanted to taste him again.
She remembered just how delicious she thought he tasted the first time around,
and she wondered what it would taste like fresh from the source. She eagerly
increased the movement of her tongue, and when she was pulled up again Jaune
released her head and threw his arms down to grasp the side of the bed. He came
in her mouth with a moan/grunt of her name, and Noir kept licking and sucking
until he was done. She pulled off his cock slowly, and swished his cum around
in her mouth, savoring the flavor of it. She swallowed what she could of his
load and went up to kiss Jaune.
He kissed her back eagerly, happy that their fun apparently wasn't at an end
yet. She climbed onto him and he could feel her wetness through her panties
against his legs. His hands Went back down to her breast, fondling them and
lightly tweaking her nipples.
Noir groaned at the contact, fighting back the urge to let her hand descend
into her panties. She wanted Jaune to touch her, it would be oh so much
sweeter.
Jaune kissed at her neck, an action she had never experienced before, but one
she fell in love with instantly. Jaune's lips and tongue struck at her
sensitive, pale skin and she felt the urge to rub herself intensify by an
insane amount. She was stronger than that, she told herself. Jaune kept rubbing
her right breast, but snaked his right hand down to her apparently extremely
wet panties, and one stroke against them made her body jolt up and her back
arch as she screamed his name.
"Yes! M-more! Oh Monty, please give me more, Jaune!" Jaune kept kissing and
licking at her neck while his hand rubbed up and down the outside of her
panties, making Noir writhe in pleasure. Her breathing came in short gasps and
when Jaune let his fingers dive underneath her panties and onto her clit she
couldn't hold herself back.
Noir came with a long, drawn out moan, her orgasm prolonged as Jaune kept
furiously rubbing her her clit, her entire body alight at his touch.
He removed his hand from her panties, slick with her juices, and greedily
licked his fingers clean, loving Noir's taste. When he was finished enjoying
her nectar, Jaune moved his lips to Noir's and gave her the sweetest kiss he
could before moving away and giving her a big look over.
She was a panting, writhing mess, still slightly spasming from her orgasm, and
her tongue was lolled out of her mouth. A line of drool ran from the corner of
her mouth down to the back of her neck, and she looked sufficiently please. But
still, Jaune wanted to take things further than ever before. He wanted to make
this a special moment between them.
"Noir... I want to take this slow, okay?" He asked in a small voice, shaking
Nor out of her pleasure induced high as he laid down next to her.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down on him, giving him a big
smile. "Of course. We'll go at whatever pace you want, Jaune. I love you." Her
voice was soft and quiet and Jaune doubted he had ever heard something more
Beautiful. They shared another loving kiss before Noir reached down and pulled
off her panties fully.
"I love you too, Noir..." Jaune said, hugging her tightly. Noir hugged him back
with just as much fervor, the mix of desire and love in her loins creating a
whirl of happiness throughout her entire being.
She helped Jaune discard the rest of his clothing before lining up his erect
cock with her slit, moaning lowly as he carefully rubbed it up and down her
folds, making sure he was as lubricated as possible before she lowered herself
onto him. If Noir had thought what he was doing to her before felt amazing,
this blew that out of the water completely. His cock hit every single spot she
loved going in, and when he was in fully she pulled him close and kissed him as
passionately as she could. Tears ran down her cheeks, not from pain, but from
the sheer happiness she felt at finally becoming one with her brother.
They stayed still for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being truly
connected, before Noir experimentally gyrated her hips against his, drawing
loud moans from both of them. The feeling of Jaune filling her up completely
was something Noir knew she could never re-create in a thousand years and she
loved everything about it. It was as if their bodies were made for each other,
like puzzle pieces finally being put together. For a while they remained like
that, Noir gyrating her hips against Jaune's, both of them completely satisfied
with the amazing feeling, and neither of them wanted to stop for a long while.
Eventually, though, Noir wanted more. "Jaune... please, let's go further..."
"Noir, I love you so much..." Jaune whispered to her as he started thrusting,
not being used to the amazing feeling surrounding him. Her pussy was like soft,
warm, wet velvet surrounding every single inch of his being, and he never
wanted to stop. Noir was too away from the world to answer, every single thrust
inside of her felt like Remnant had exploded, and it might as well have
exploded. She and Jaune were the only people in the entire world at that
moment, and she wanted to go even faster.
Despite saying he himself wanted to go slow, it seemed like Jaune threw that to
the Grimm as their pace increased, Noir coming down to meet his hips every time
he thrusted into her. Their moans mixed together as Jaune felt himself nearing
his limit.
Noir arched her back, fighting to regain cognizance as she too neared her
limit. Neither she or Jaune had used protection, and despite her heart
screaming that she wanted him to finish inside her, she knew that the risks
were too big.
"Jaune," pant, "You," moan, "Gotta," pant, "Pull out," groan, "When," moan,
"You," shudder, "Cummmmmmm!" Noir threw her head back and screamed as she came
again, her back arching even further and her juices splashing down onto their
hips as Jaune thrust into her one last time before he came too.
Moaning each other's name, the Arc siblings orgasmed together, Jaune pulling
out just in time, shooting his seed all over Noir's chest and stomach.
Noir collapsed next to Jaune as she came back down from her high, out of breath
but otherwise feeling absolutely amazing.
"Jaune?" She called softly, and when he turned to look at her his eyes full of
happy contentment. "It might be a while before we can do this again... do
you... want to take a picture?" Her cheeks turned bright red as the words
escaped her mouth.
Jaune looked down upon their bodies, both covered in sweat and other fluids.
"Okay..." he answered quietly, leaning in and kissing her softly. "I love you,
Noir..."
"I love you too, Jaune. I love you more than anything." She could feel tears of
happiness gathering in her eyes again and she did nothing to stop them, she was
just so damned happy.
Jaune got up off the bed and went for his phone. Noir trusted him to keep the
pictures safe more than she trusted anyone. She tried her hardest to give him
the sexiest look she could as he snapped a few pictures, and gave him a bonus
as she gathered some of the loose cum on her stomach and licked it clean. She
laughed at the awestruck expression on his face. He would never get over her
doing that it seemed.
Both exhausted, Jaune climbed back into the bed with Noir and both let out a
content sigh. They would have to deal with the fallout of their moment, but
that could wait, now they just wanted to relax cuddled up together. Noir placed
one last kiss on the top of Jaune's head as she pulled him against her chest,
one last thought going through her mind Before falling asleep.
'I won...'
***** Aftermath *****
Verte felt nervous as she returned home from school. Something had happened
while she was away, something big. But she had no idea what. She hadn't been
able to be with Jaune like she wanted to in what felt like forever and as such
she felt almost hyper sensitive about everything that concerned her beloved
brother. She opened the door to the house, took off her shoes and began
searching for whatever it was that was making her uneasy. It was as if some
form of power shift had happened.
She looked in the living room first, finding both Jaune and Noir laid out on
the couch, her brother resting his head in between his black haired sister's
breasts as they snoozed softly. She fought back the urge to strangle Noir,
carefully making her way forward to them and placing a soft kiss on Jaune's
cheek before she turned around and walked up the stairs, intending to search
through her brother's shared room…
When she entered the room, nothing seemed to be out of place. Indeed,
everything was normal. But Verte knew all was not as it seemed to be, and that
a terribly thorough search was in order - through Noir's shit of course. What
she found was terribly shocking: Absolutely fucking nothing!
"Goddammit I swear to Monty that something fucking happened while I was fucking
gone, and I could swear it has something to do with fucking fucking!" She ran a
hand through her hair as her heart pounded in her chest before a thought
entered her mind. Jaune's bed! Of course!
She ran to his bed and looked upon it, and sure enough, to her horror the
sheets were fucking clean and it was made perfectly as if he hadn't even been
in the fucking room all day! "AGH, okay, okay Verte, calm down... maybe your
sibling sense was wrong. Maybe Jaune's virginity is still yours for the taking!
Yeah, I bet this was all just you freaking out over nothing!"
"Nope." She jumped and turned, sending Noir a sinister glare at the horribly
smug bullshit grin on her face. "So, I've been listening to you go through my
stuff for like the past thirty minutes, sis. And I'm sad to say, you won't find
anything in here. But, I can tell you something that will make you lose it.
Because I did the opposite of that." Verte's stare grew distant and fear rose
in her heart.
"No..."
"Oh yes... I won."
"No...!"
"Jaune's virginity has been taken by me and my vagina."
"No!"
"You know his dick feels fucking amazing! It felt especially divine when he
came inside me!" Of course, Noir knew it was a lie, but god it felt so good to
see Verte's defeated expression grow into full on horror.
"NO! YOU'RE LYING!"
"Verte! I'm shocked you would suggest I would do something so vile just to hurt
my little sister's obsessive feelings." Had this been anyone but Verte, Noir
would never even consider being so mean to one of her sisters, but she found
Verte's "love" for herJaune downright unsettling. It was also Verte's fault
this whole thing became such a mess in the first place, had she left Jaune and
her alone Jaune would have never had his breakdown. Verte had hurt him, and
that meant Noir needed to punish her for it...
"GIVE IT BACK! JAUNE IS MINE!" Noir sidestepped Verte as she charged at her,
easily taking a hold of one of her little sister's hands and pinning said
sister against the floor with her far greater strength.
"Even if I could, demented sister of mine, I would never even consider it. Face
it, you lost. Jaune is your brother, nothing more." Verte snarled at her from
her pinned down position.
"YOU BITCH! GIVE HIM TO ME! HE IS MINE AND MINE ALONE!"
"For fuck's sake, Verte. JAUNE IS NOT AN OBJECT! HE IS A HUMAN BEING WITH
FEELINGS! FEELINGS HE SHARED WITH ME, NOT YOU!"
Verte could feel tears begin to well up in her eyes as her pure hate towards
her sister grew. "I love him more than you ever will..." she growled out
through gritted teeth as she struggled against Noir's grip.
"No. No you don't, Verte. I love Jaune, Violet loves Jaune, Merron loves Jaune,
Blanc loves Jaune. But you? You're just obsessed with him. You don't love
Jaune, you just want him..."
"Shut up... shut up... shut up... SHUT UP!" Verte screamed as tears began
flowing from her eyes. "I LOVE JAUNE! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!"
Noir was actually starting to feel pity for her sister. She was simply
delusional. 'Vi really needs to talk to her...' she thought grimly as she
released her crying, green haired sister. She felt angry at Verte, angry that
she was so fanatical about Jaune. They needed to all sit down and actually
figure this out, but Verte seemed so gung ho on taking Jaune that she stopped
caring if he actually wanted her.
Verte rushed from the room, taking the stairs three steps at a time and as soon
as she made it to the living room she was enveloped by a pair of arms she knew
very well and her head was pressed against a shoulder she had cried into
countless times.
"Jaune..." she croaked out.
"Woah, woah, what's wrong? I heard shouting? Why are you crying?" Verte didn't
seem to have the capability of answering him at all, and instead settled on
sobbing into him. "Verte? Come on." He had made a split second decision, but
seeing her face with tears streaming down it... how was he supposed to react to
that so suddenly after waking up? He grabbed her hand and led her out the front
door, taking off his hoodie and giving it to her. She gladly put it on, as she
was beyond asking questions at that point. She wiped her tears on the sleeve
and stayed close to him as he started out on the familiar route they used to go
walking on in the fall.
"W-where are we going?"
"Away from the house. Just for a bit. I know walking always calmed you down."
They stayed quiet as they walked for a while, Verte's sniffling or the leaves
crunching beneath their feet being the only sounds around them at first. Ten
minutes passed in what felt like a heartbeat and suddenly, at least to Verte,
they were out on one of the many meadows surrounding Ville, their house naught
but a spot in the distance.
For the entire duration of Jaune guiding her out here, Verte had kept a firm
grip on his arm, holding it to her chest with both of hers.
"You feeling any better now, sis?" Jaune asked as carefully as Vi had asked
him. "You don't need to talk about what happened back at the house if you don't
want to." He continued, letting his gaze follow the movements of the grass
gently touched by the wind on the meadows.
"... do you love me, Jaune...?" Verte whispered quietly before hiding her face
in Jaune's shoulder, dreading his answer.
"Of course I do, silly. I love all of you girls with all my heart." She felt
her heart fall when he said that. It had been the answer she was dreading. Not
"I don't love you,"but rather "I love all of you." Which meant she wasn't the
only one in his heart. Verte... started crying harder. For a small moment,
everything was quiet and the wind blew leaves across the ground. Then, Verte's
shoulders slumped. Her entire posture dropped to the ground, her arms going
limp, and Jaune could hear her sobs penetrate the world around him, changing
the atmosphere from one of calm healing to one of nervous sadness.
"Is that all I am to you? Your sister? I see the way you look at the others...
I see the way you look at Noir, and Merron, and Blanc, and Violet, I see it,
and that's not a look you give a sibling! It's not! You don't see them as your
sisters, even if you call them that! You look at them like their lovers! I may
not have the connection you have with Merron, or Violet's experience and
wisdom, and I may not have Blanc's honesty... and most importantly, I don't
have the bond with you that you have with Noir... but... I try Jaune... I try
so hard to get you to look at me like you look at them, it's literally driving
me crazy!I love you, Jaune! I love you so much it hurts whenever you don't look
at me in that way! I want you, I want all of you! But you gave yourself to Noir
instead of me! Why, Jaune!? WHY!?" Verte was shaking like a leaf, barely
staying on her legs. Her heart hurt like it never had Before and she felt
genuine hatred towards Noir for taking what was supposed to be hers. She just
wanted him to see her as a lover too, was that really too much to ask?
Jaune stared shocked at her sister. He had never seen Verte have a breakdown
like this, she had always been so stable and sweet. His thirteen year old mind
tried desperately to find some form of response to what she had just said, but
he had no idea what to do. He had never experienced something like this before,
it was completely and utterly foreign to him. He knew how to comfort his
sisters when they were sad, at least somewhat, but not when they were having an
emotional breakdown. Nothing in his mind had prepared him for this.
So he stopped thinking and just acted on instinct. He wrapped his arms around
Verte, pulling her against his chest as her legs fell out from under her and
they both collapsed onto their knees on the green grass of the meadow.
Verte didn't want to accept his love, she didn't want to accept the fact that
he was holding her in his arms only to hold someone else in his arms later. She
wanted the feeling all to herself so much that it felt like every single second
that she was being held was bliss and pain at the same time. Jaune knew now
what he could do to make her feel better, but it was the knowledge that he
would never do that that hurt so damn much. "I love you... I love you so much,"
she sobbed into his chest.
Brothers were supposed to protect their sisters, they were supposed to look
after them. In some cases that was flipped on its head, and certainly Jaune's
family was the latter case. His sisters had always looked out for him, what
with him being the only male in the family besides his father. Noir, and Violet
had always kept a close eye on him, more than the others. But he couldn't deny
that if it weren't for all of them he'd probably be getting bullied on a day to
day basis. Now though... it was his job to look after his sisters, right? It
had flipped again? But after being protected for so long, how was he supposed
to become the protector? Especially when the one thing he had to protect them
from was the love he felt for the others?
He ran a hand through her hair, and quietly whispered that everything was going
to be okay. Because that's what Violet had always done to calm him down. It was
all he had as an example, and he was already grasping at straws. It seemed to
work though, if only a tiny bit
.
"I lov-" Jaune was interrupted as Verte sobbed harder against his chest.
"NO YOU DON'T! NOT LIKE I LOVE YOU! YOU DON'T LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO NOIR OR VI!
IF YOU DID YOU WOULD LET ME LOVE YOU BACK!" She didn't want to hear it, it hurt
to much knowing that his proclamation of love wasn't real.
"Verte..." he whispered gently, "I do love you. I would never lie about that. I
love you just as much as I love everyone else." He placed a kiss on the top of
her head, just like Noir and Vi did so often with him, but he knew this wasn't
enough. He could feel it.
He just wanted everyone to be happy, why was that so hard? He didn't want his
sisters fighting over him, he loved them all so much, so why was it that when
he made one of them happy someone else got hurt?
"I'll do anything to prove it to you, Verte... anything at all..."
"You know what I want..." she cried. "You know what it is I want you to do." He
did know. And he wouldn't hesitate if that was what she really wanted. It's not
as if he hadn't thought of her in such a way before, especially since this
whole mess had started. If she wanted him to take her, then he would. He would
make everything perfect for her. He would try his hardest to make her the
happiest girl in the world if possible.
He couldn't think of the others right now, Verte needed him, and only him. He
would deal with the repercussions at a later time. "Of course, Verte... All you
needed to do was ask. But I can't swear off the others, I'm sorry but I just
can't. I'm... so sorry..."
If he couldn't give Verte what she wanted, how was he supposed to give the
others what they wanted? Verte was asking the impossible in wishing that
Jaune's heart would only yearn for her.
"Take me, Jaune... please..." she whispered meekly before leaning up and
bringing her lips to Jaune's in the most amazing kiss she had ever had. She
wanted Jaune to feel her immense love, all of it, but she would let him take
the lead. She asked for it, but she wanted Jaune to do it at his own pace.
For several minutes they just sat on the grassy meadow and kissed, Jaune's
hands on Verte's hips and on her cheek, and Verte's hands gripping his shirt
tightly. Soft moans and small grunts as the siblings' tongues touched and
explored were the only sounds anyone passing by would overhear.
They broke the kiss for only a moment, both taking a quick breath, Before their
lips were connected once again. This second kiss though, was a passionate one.
Still loving in every possible way, but Verte could feel the erotic nature of
it.
This time, Jaune noticed, it felt more natural than the other times. Verte was
the closest one to his age that he had gone further with than just kissing. Her
figure may have been the most developed, but her body matched his in size.
Their lips were a perfect fit, and when their hands intertwined they were a
perfect match as well. It seemed like this was something that was destined to
happen.
Their tongues fought and danced, gently and harshly all at once. Verte's breath
devolved into panting every single chance she got to breathe, and her heart was
beating so chaotically that she thought she was going to have a heart attack.
And wouldn't that be a story? Mom, Dad, I had a heart attack and died because
my brother was about to fuck me.
Jaune's lips moved from hers to her perfectly delicate neck, and she finally
let out a louder moan, one that anyone passing by wouldn't mistake as an
animal. One that could only come from pleasure. That one instance of him laying
a kiss on her sweet spot gave her more pleasure than touching herself ever
could.
In all honesty, the situation was perfect. The heat of their bodies protected
them from the breeze, and the soft, grassy meadow seemed so romantic. She
didn't care if anyone happened to see them, she wanted it there. She wanted her
first time to be somewhere as perfect as this.
"Oh~..." she moaned softly as Jaune pecked at her neck, the moan turning into a
mewl as he nipped softly at her throat. The pit of her stomach felt as if it
was on fire, and even the small act of kissing had started to dampen her
underwear. She could feel Jaune's love now, more than she had ever felt before,
and she knew that was the reason this felt so amazing. Her body was reacting to
Jaune's love, making her ready and even more excited about him taking her
completely. She felt Jaune's hands tug at his hoodie she was still wearing and
she lifted her arms up so he could pull it off her, showing the pure white
blouse she wore underneath it.
From Verte's throat and neck, Jaune kissed his way down to the first buttons of
her thin blouse. With dextrous hands born from many, many hours of playing
video games, he unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse one by one, each causing
more and more of Verte's fair skin to be revealed. When the last button had
left its hoop, Jaune kissed his way down his sister's collarbone to her plain
white bra, Verte shuddering and cooing softly beneath his touch.
He moved one of his hands up to her breasts, gently cupping it in his hands,
feeling much more confident than last time he had touched Verte's soft,
heavenly mounds. She moaned again and gasped as he kissed down the valley of
her breasts, massaging the soft yet firm orb beneath his left palm as he got to
the clasp holding her bra together in the front.
She let out a ragged breath as her bra fell from her chest, revealing her
breasts to Jaune once more. He pulled away and immediately put his mouth on her
right nipple, sucking and licking as if giving her pleasure was the only thing
in the world that mattered. She cried out, not used to the feeling of Jaune's
tongue slithering around her sensitive area. His hands had felt quite nice, but
that was nothing compared to this.
She put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him even closer, wanting to
merge together as one and become lost in a lover's embrace forever. He pulled
off of her nipple with a gasp and started licking and kissing his way down
further. He kissed around her belly button and stopped as he reached the hem of
her pants. He looked up at her with a sly smile.
Verte was more excited than she had ever been and her panties were practically
soaked through, but when Jaune's hands grabbed her hips to pull down her pants
she felt as if something was wrong. Her stomach started twisting as Jaune
unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper, the sight of him leaning in
and taking sniffing her soaked panties making her squirm in a odd way. She
felt... odd. Not long ago, as Jaune had kissed her, she had felt like there was
nothing more she wanted in the world than for him to take her, but now, as he
began pulling her pants down her legs, she didn't feel so sure. Jaune leaning
in and kissing her thighs, moist thanks to the leaking wetness beneath her
panties, should have sent her into an euphoric state, but with every kiss he
placed and with every inch her pants were pulled down made her stomach twist
and churn even more.
She wanted to do this oh so badly, but she felt scared. Of what, she didn't
know, she knew Jaune would never cause her pain in any way, only pleasure
beyond her wildest dreams, but something didn't feel right. It should feel
right. But it didn't.
Jaune noticed her apprehension, and he pulled away from her with a curious
expression on his face. He leaned back up and wrapped her gently in his arms.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly. Verte didn't know how to answer that. What was
wrong? Everything should be perfect. It should be, but there was something
making the moment something else. It wasn't really so bad, it was just...
something. Verte buried her head in his shoulder, and though her burning sex
was driving her crazy she did nothing about it.
"I don't know," she replied, still slightly panting and gasping. This was what
she had been wanting, this was what she had been dreaming of for so long. This
one moment was what she thought of every night before bed, as she secretly
rubbed herself to climax so she could wake up bright and early and get a good
start on the day. The thought of Jaune, and only Jaune, had constantly made her
happy and energetic during the mornings. He had been her stress relief for a
long time. So why now was she feeling such a thing towards the thought of him
eating her out?
"Do you... do you want me to stop, Verte...? If you don't like this, or if I'm
making you uncomfortable, just say the word and I'll stop immediately... do you
want to stop...?" he asked gently, but she couldn't answer right away. Did her
body want him to stop? Absolutely not, it wanted him to keep making her feel
good until she passed out from the pleasure alone. Did her mind want him to
stop? No, her core was incredibly lubricated, and, as such, any penetration, be
it with his fingers, tongue, or... member, Jaune made would feel far from
painful. Did she, her heart and soul, want him to stop...?
"... y-yes..." she said quietly, her voice sounding more like a whimper than
anything else.
She... she wasn't ready. Her body was ready. Her mind was ready. But her heart
wasn't. Despite loving Jaune so much, Verte wasn't ready for this.
"Alright, we'll stop," Jaune said, equally as quiet. He reached down and helped
her pull up her pants. He reached down and grabbed her bra, helping her put
that back on as well. Once she was fully dressed, they did nothing but lie in
that meadow together until Verte was ready to leave.
"I'm so sorry, Jaune, I thought I was ready."
"Don't worry about it, okay? It's alright. That doesn't matter to me, all that
matters to me is that you're happy." He kissed her on her lips softly as they
walked back home together on that old, familiar route.
"I love you," she said. She said it as if her mind were occupied and that was
all that she could reply with.
"I love you too, Verte." That made her smile. But her mind was still elsewhere.
She had to admit, she looked up to Noir in a way now. Even if the taunting she
had done was out of line, Noir was... braver than she was. More mature. She
didn't want to think that she hadn't been the one to take Jaune's virginity,
but she realized that somewhat, that didn't matter. She and Jaune would have
their time. When she was ready. Even if all the other's went before her. If she
waited, it would be all the more sweet.
She just had to be patient, and understand that Jaune's heart belonged to all
of them... even if that thought made her want to rip a few heads off. She
stopped, and smirked at the thought, before shaking her head and grabbing
Jaune's hand as their house got closer and closer.
***** Frustration *****
When Jaune opened the door to their house and she followed him inside, Verte
wasn't surprised to see Noir waiting for them. She eyed them both with an
impassive look on her face before sighing deeply and walking over to Verte.
Then she did something neither of them expected.
She put her arms around her little sister and hugged her gently, and Verte
could only stand still as a statue in her embrace.
"I'm sorry, Verte... I'm sorry about what I said earlier... I know you love
Jaune too and I was just acting like a jealous baby." Noir whispered into her
ear.
Verte knew Noir was sorry, she could feel it, but she could also feel she
didn't regret her words. Noir didn't believe she loved Jaune as much as she or
Violet did, and, looking back, Verte could actually feel that she was right.
"It's okay, Noir... I... I didn't think before, I was acting jealous too... and
possessive... and didn't think about Jaune as much as I should have..."
Jaune watched his sisters hug and make up with a big smile. Finally, it seemed,
things were on their way to get better for all of them.
"I think you should go and talk a bit more," Jaune said. "I'm not entirely sure
what happened, but... it wouldn't hurt to talk it all out, instead of just
apologizing about it. R-right?" Jaune had learned a lot about relationships,
and just what to do in certain situations since all of this had started, Noir
noticed. His advice was spot on, and she couldn't really argue with his logic.
She pulled Verte even closer.
"Yeah... if you wouldn't mind, sis, there are a few things I would like to talk
about." Verte just nodded, unsure if she really wanted to be alone with Noir
for an extended period of time. But it's what Jaune wanted her to do, so she
gave in.
"I don't mind." She gave Noir a small smile. Despite what was going on with
them all, she didn't want to lose her connections with her sisters. She was
conflicted on a lot of things, mainly how there seemed to be one choice she
could make in her head. To her, before, and even still, it was family, or
Jaune. And she knew now she could only make one of those choices, and the other
one had to choose her.
Jaune stayed in the foyer as Verte and Noir walked up to their room and he felt
a mixture of emotions wash over him. Relief over things becoming calmer,
contentment from what he had done with Noir earlier that day, and finally;
arousal. What he and Verte had started out on the meadow had made him excited,
but he hadn't gotten an outlet for that excitement, he still wanted to touch
her, or any of his sisters.
He let his hand wander down to the front of his pants and he could feel, and
see, his erection through his trousers, but he couldn't really do anything
about it at the moment. He hadn't really masturbated before, only once or
twice, but that hadn't felt nearly as good as when Noir or Blanc had made him
cum. 'I guess I'll just have to wait until it goes away...'
Long story short, Jaune's excitement didn't go away. All day he wandered the
house, talking to Noir or Merron or Verte, with a constant erection. He wanted
to reach out and kiss Noir whenever he saw those wonderful, soft lips of hers
move, he wanted to touch Verte's large breasts whenever she took a breath and
they moved a little, he wanted to run his hands all over the pussy and butt
that he knew laid underneath the formfitting jeans Blanc was walking around in,
and he wanted to tackle Rouge to the ground and kiss his way down her body as
soon as she sighed from having felt any suffering in the area...
Jaune felt horny, all day, and he could do nothing about it until dusk came and
everyone made their way from the dinner table. He picked up his plate and went
to place it in the sink when he suddenly felt a pair of arms encircle his torso
and a pair of lips kiss the top of his head briefly.
"How are you feeling, Jaune?" Vi's unintentionally sultry voice made a shiver
of delight course through his body and he pressed his back closer against his
biggest sister's chest.
"O-okay, I guess." It was exactly the response a thirteen year old in his
position would give. Violet didn't like hearing it, though, and pulled him even
closer.
"Do you need to have another talk?" She rested her head on his shoulder and her
hot breath hit his ear. Those talks had come in handy for the both of them. For
Vi, it was practice, for him, it was letting his emotions out safely. He
nodded, feeling that this could be his chance to let out how he had felt all
day. One way or another. "Alright. Right now?"
"If you don't mind." She kissed his head again.
"Of course not. Come on." He was whisked away softly as her hand found his. He
found a comfort in having his hand held by her, but the annoying erection that
kept coming back every so often was still bothering him. He cursed his hormones
and his age, and felt that if he didn't get some release soon he was going to
absolutely lose his mind.
They made their way to their father's office, Vi locking the door behind them
so no one would disturb them while they talked, and then she took her seat in
the comfy office chair their father had supplied himself with before turning
her full attention to Jaune as he sat down on the spare chair they had brought
when they first started having these talks. She smiled almost motherly at him,
and when she only got a nervous smile from Jaune back she realized something
was wrong.
Not once during their "counseling" sessions did Jaune act nervously towards
her, not after she had given him the okay on kissing her every once in awhile.
This was his safe place, and he knew this, so if Jaune was nervous or
uncomfortable here of all places something was certainly wrong. Very wrong.
Vi was about to ask if something was bothering him when Jaune cut her off.
"Vi... i-is it... c-can we k-kiss... just for a short while...?"
The smile returned, but no longer was it motherly in nature, but rather
lascivious and happy. "Of course, Jaune. Didn't I say that it was okay to kiss
me whenever you wanted?" Jaune walked up to her almost hesitantly, and ended up
in her lap. She leaned down slightly to kiss him, and immediately closed her
eyes. Her lips met his and she felt her heart flutter, like it always did when
she kissed Jaune. It was a soft, loving kiss, and it didn't last very long.
"I love you..." Jaune said, pulling away slightly, but going back to kiss Vi
without giving her a chance to respond. It was okay, he already knew she loved
him back. Her hand found his cheek, and his smaller lips posed no threat to her
tongue as it found its way into his. Her bigger, more experienced tongue always
won in their 'battles' but Jaune didn't mind. It felt nice to lose. Especially
against her.
His hands landed on her hips as her tongue caressed his. He loved kissing Vi,
she knew so much more about all the things they were doing than him so he could
always trust her to know when to take the next step, but tonight he was to
excited and horny to wait. He moaned into the kiss, Vi's soft hand still
stroking his cheek while the other played with his hair, and his hands moved
upwards, over her toned stomach and ribcage, until they landed gently on her
breasts.
As soon as Jaune's hands began moving up, Vi's senses went on high alert. She
was completely fine with some touching, she encouraged it even sometimes, but
coupled with the far more rapid pace that Jaune had today and how he had acted
earlier she felt it was best if she was cautious. Then his hands landed on her
breasts and she gasped.
Violet was not sensitive. Far from it, a lot of the time she couldn't get off
from just kissing and touching. There was one time, but that relationship ended
soon after, and she really didn't like to think about that. To get off Violet
REALLY had to work for it. Which made masturbation pretty boring, even if she
still did it for stress relief. That being said, Jaune's hands felt
extraordinary. Or maybe it was just because she was in the moment more than she
ever had been.
She didn't want to admit that she was enjoying this situation far more than she
ever thought she would. She had never really planned on going too far with
Jaune. Though she really didn't see him as her brother as much as she did
someone she loved, she was still conscious of their relation to one another,
and that, no matter how much she hated it, it scared her. But this... was fine.
She was fine with it. Jaune had been down in the dumps, all day from what she
had seen. And the fact that he was smiling into the kiss made her happy.
Because he was happy. If it took her body to do that, then she was fine with
it.
Their kiss was broken for a moment, a string of saliva connecting them as they
tried to smile at one another while breathing heavily, and Vi let out a
pleasured hum as Jaune's hands started moving more on her breasts. She knew he
had some experience thanks to Blanc, Noir, and Verte, but it still came as a
bit of a surprise just how good he was with his hands.
Vi's breasts were just a bit smaller than Verte, Jaune noted as he gently
massaged and fondled them and merely feeling their softness beneath his palms
made his erection almost hurt for how forcefully it was pressing against his
pants. He want- no, needed more... he had been excited all day thanks to Verte,
and now he wanted release, he wanted to give release.
"Big sis..." he whispered as he leaned in for another, more gentle kiss, "Can I
take off your shirt...? I... I want to touch you more..." 'I want you to touch
me more...'he didn't broadcast his last thought, still a little to nervous to
outright ask for something like that with someone other than Noir.
The question made Violet conflicted. Sure she was fine with it through the
shirt, but... "Jaune, I-" her response was cut short as Jaune moved her breasts
once again. "Alright," she consented. She knew that once they did this, once he
saw her, they would do it more than just this one time. If she did it once, it
was going to be made into a normal occurrence. Jaune pulled back from her
breasts, and she slowly, carefully took off her shirt, revealing her purple bra
to Jaune.
He didn't focus on her bra first, he focused simply on all the other parts of
her body that he had never seen before. All of the pale skin on her tummy, and
on her sides... her bare, perfect shoulders that her hair cascaded down in this
perfect lilac waterfall of beauty. His hands found her shoulders, and he traced
them all the way down her skin. Her skin wasn't as soft as, say Merron's, but
it was perfect still, to Jaune. His hands went from the sides of her arms to
her tummy, and then to her sides, and she couldn't help but let out a few soft
pants and moans at the way he was touching her.
He was being so gentle.
His touch was feather light as he trailed his fingers all over her now exposed
body, and instead of feeling ticklish, Vi only felt pleasure from Jaune's soft
ministrations. His touch, so loving and sweet, made fire erupt beneath her
skin. Fire that burned and burned, yet never caused any pain. She only felt
pleasure from Jaune's touch, and it was her turn to begin to feel excited.
"Jaune..." she moaned out, and a pair of curious, cobalt eyes met hers. Deep
within them she could see an ocean of love and lust just waiting to be
unleashed, and seeing it made her want to be the one to unleash them. She
hadn't felt this good since... him, and if Jaune was the one who could make her
body experience pleasure again she would be happier than ever. She stroked his
cheek lovingly before capturing his lips again as his hands continued their
exploration of her body. She felt him pull himself closer against her, his
chest pushing up against hers, and his hands began wandering her back. Another
moan escaped her throat, and Vi felt herself becoming more aroused with every
second Jaune's fingers were on her skin.
Her breathing got caught in her throat as Jaune finally unclipped her bra. She
said it was alright. She meant it. But... oh god, could she actually go through
with it?
"Are you sure that this is alright?" Jaune seemed to sense her hesitation, as
always, and she nodded. She was. She wanted him to see her. Because there was
now the desire in her to show him her whole body, and hear him whisper that one
word that she had longed to hear for so long.
Her bra fell, and Jaune's eyes widened at the sight of her. Her ragged panting
and the sweat that had gathered on her body when things started heating up...
her hair fell just above her nipples, now erect in her pleasured state. He
gently moved it out of the way and gave her a begging, no- pleading, look.
"Please..." she said. He dove down and kissed her gently in between her
breasts, right in the middle of her chest, and then moved to the left slowly
until his mouth was pressed against the spot she wanted it oh so badly to be
in. He opened his mouth and took her nipple inside of it as his tongue started
toying with it, and while she didn't feel a lot of pleasure from the action, it
still felt wonderful.
"Oh Jaune..." she moaned.
The taste of Vi's skin and her natural scent made Jaune all the more aroused
and, simply, happy. Just giving pleasure, knowing that his actions was why Vi
let out those wondrous moans, her beautiful voice almost quaking, made him feel
better than good. It made him feel amazing.
Just like he had done with Blanc, Verte, and Noir, Jaune let his tongue wander
all over Vi's hard, salmon colored nipple, pushing and prodding the little nub
to find out which action caused the most pleasure to his big sis. His free hand
was on her other breast, trying to imitate his tongue's motions, and when he
let his teeth lightly graze over the nipple on his mouth he was rewarded with
the most pleasurable mewl from Vi. He repeated the action and got another mewl.
He tried again while at the same time gently pinching the other nipple in his
grasp and a loud, shaky moan escaped his big sis' throat... a throat that
looked very inviting to Jaune…
He just couldn't help himself at this point. He needed to ask her soon, and he
couldn't sidestep around it. He was just too damn horny. He pulled away from
her nipple and went in to kiss her neck, and this action cause a much louder,
more pleasured moan to erupt from Vi. He took note. Her neck seemed to be the
most sensitive spot he had found so far. "S-sis..." he pulled away completely,
letting her catch her breath. Her hands had somehow ended up tightly wrapped
around him some time during, pulling him as close to her as possible.
"What is it, Jaune?" She asked as she finally managed to calm herself down.
"I want to go all the way with you." He buried his nose into her shoulder,
silently begging for her to say that they could, that they would. He wanted to
hear her say that she wanted him inside of her. He wanted to feel those
glorious lips of hers around him, he wanted to feel her tongue on his shaft as
she sucked him off. He wanted to feel the walls of her pussy squeezing him
tightly. But most of all, he just wanted to make her feel good.
Violet, meanwhile, was replaying his words in her head, and fighting against
herself in a war that she could tell she was doomed to lose.
She loved Jaune, she loved him oh so much, and she wanted him inside her, she
really, really, really did, she wanted it to be Jaune, and no one else, that
was the one that gave her pleasure... but they were siblings... she was six
years older than him, and she had far more experience when it came to the
effect of bodily pleasure on the mind... if she said yes, they would never be
able to stop themselves before Jaune was buried deep inside her...
She leaned down and kissed the top of his head, what was left of the rational
part of her mind trying feebly to find an excuse to maybe not go all the way,
but when Jaune looked up at her with those big, pleading, sapphire eyes of his
she knew there was no stopping them.
He leaned up to kiss her and she met him halfway, her hands grabbing hold of
his shirt tightly as they breathlessly broke apart. For a moment they just
stared at one another, Jaune's hands stopping their movements against her
chest, before Vi leaned down and gently put her forehead against his.
"Okay..." she whispered, "Let's go all the way, Jaune..." from the way Jaune
acted, she could guess he had already done this once with Noir, despite what
they agreed on, and she was going to have a talk with her sister once this was
over, but she as long as she provided Jaune with pleasure she couldn't care
less about not being his first.
Jaune screamed and shouted in victory on the insane, as silly as it was to get
so excited about something like this. But he would finally get rid of the
stupid erection that kept creeping back to him. He wasn't afraid now to go even
further, but he knew they couldn't do it on his dad's expensive chair. He
grabbed Vi's hands in both of his, and just looked into her eyes before placing
a gentle kiss on her lips and pulling her up off of the chair and onto the
couch that would be much easier to clean.
No one would interrupt them in here, they knew the importance of Jaune's talks
with Violet.
Outside of the room and across the hall, Merron was laid out on the floor of
the bathroom, gasping in pleasure as her body was just calming down from the
bliss she had just felt. She had been feeling turned on all day, and she
attributed that to Jaune, and she could safely assume that this meant he and
Violet were about to have some fun. She squeezed her legs together and her
tongue fell out of her mouth.
Back in their dad's office, Violet eyed Jaune happily as they both took a seat
on the couch, and Jaune didn't waste any time in pushing her back and kissing
down her tummy.
She let out a sigh of delight as he got down to her belly button, giggling
slightly as he traced his tongue around the little nub before he continued down
to her pants. She was ready for this now, her mind just wanted Jaune. She
wasn't a sexual person, her heart had always been a more of a romantic one, but
at this moment she was filled with lust. Lust for the boy she loved. Lust for
Jaune and Jaune only.
His nimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on her pants and
she lifted up her hips to help him pull them off. Her panties were already wet,
she knew, but seeing Jaune realize this too made her feel the moment was so
much more intimate.
"Vi... I love you..." Jaune whispered as he settled down between his sisters
strong, gorgeous thighs, her aroused scent making his mouth almost water in
anticipation.
"I love you too, Jaune." she replied softly, and let out a sigh as he started
to sloppily kiss at her slightly wet inner thighs. Her left, and then her
right, and then her left again, all the while creeping slowly up and up until
he got to the cloth barrier that was preventing him from diving into her. His
hands moved up to the hem of her panties, and slowly, he started to pull them
down. 'This is it,'thought Violet. 'After he sees me, there's no going back.'
With one quick motion, he pulled her panties down to her ankles, and he lost
patience at that, and was only able to manage getting them off of one leg
entirely before crawling back up to her waiting pussy. Violet was perfect. If
there was one thing Jaune had learned from Vi's teaching it was that all
genitals looked different. And her pussy, well, to be perfectly honest. It
was... pretty. That was what came to Jaune mind first. Like the rest of her
body, it was pretty, beautiful... pink, and perfect, and it looked absolutely
delicious.
It reminded him of a pink flower in a way. A delicate pink flower that he
wanted to taste, to worship. He spared one last look up at Vi's happy face, the
smile she gave him almost being as calming and peace giving as one of Noir's.
She nodded her head and Jaune closed the distance between himself and his big
sis' moist nether lips.
A loud moan erupted from Vi's lips as Jaune's tongue met her folds, his
practice with both Noir and Blanc making him feel more confident than ever in
his actions. He wanted to make Vi cum, he wanted to taste her sweet juices,
and, most of all, he wanted to give her pleasure. Slowly he ran his tongue from
the top of her pink folds down to the bottom, drinking as much of her juices as
he could. He quickly discovered that Vi didn't get nearly as wet as Noir or
Blanc, but the juices that he did make her release, especially when pushed his
tongue into her entrance, made him moan at the incredible taste.
Blanc had been salty, more sticky than either Vi or Noir, and Noir had been a
mix of both sweet and salty, but Vi was simply sweet. Her juices were nectar,
and Jaune couldn't get enough.
If there was ever a thing that Jaune could get addicted to, it was eating his
sisters out. The more he did it, he grew more and more in love with the taste
of each of them, and their scents, and the way they felt against his mouth and
his tongue. His erection throbbed in his pants, and he knew that soon, he would
have to pay attention to it. Soon. But right at this moment, Vi's pussy was his
main focus, and all of the moans, and happy squeals she was making because of
his tongue's movement.
Her hand found its way down to his head, and she started to caress his hair
gently, letting him know that he was doing better than her moans could possibly
tell him. She wasn't very vocal, but she tried to get her pleasure across in
other ways. Feeling his tongue lapping at her labia, feeling his tongue enter
her, feeling it flick across her clit every now and then; it was perhaps the
closest Vi thought she could ever get to a holy experience. "Please, J-Jaune...
don't stop... I'm almost there... I'm gonna cum..." her breathing suddenly got
harder and faster, and she called out his name more and more as Jaune tried to
speed up as much as he could, and ate her out with even more fervor. "I'm gonna
cum, hah, g-g-gonna c-cum..." her speech started breaking into nothingness,
phrases that made no sense and confessions that Jaune could barely make out,
but that meant he was doing everything right.
He closed his eyes, only focusing on Vi's scent, her wondrous taste, the
feeling of her folds against his tongue, and the sounds she was making. Without
sight he couldn't see the face of pure joy and pleasure she had, but to him it
was a price he was willing to pay. She was close he heard him yell so he was
going to make sure this was the greatest orgasm she would ever have. He moved
his hand up to Vi's entrance and gently pushed his middle finger into her folds
as his mouth clamped down on her clit, his tongue whipping back and forth
across the little nub and his finger gently pumping in and out of her.
"Oh Jau-!" Violet wasn't able to finish her shout as her body was seized by the
most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. She came, harder than ever, and Jaune's
tongue lapping up her cum as it flowed from her pussy made sparks jump
throughout her brain and the experience only lengthened.
She came down from her orgasmic high gradually, and Jaune only pulled back when
he was sure she was done. He crawled back up to her and kissed her like he knew
she wanted to be kissed. It was written on her face. "I haven't cum like that
in a long time..." he placed his forehead against hers and their hands
intertwined. "Thank you, Jaune... thank you so much." Of course, she knew what
she could give him in return. She pushed him back, and in the process took his
shirt off and threw it to the side. She laid him back, and suddenly she was on
top of him.
She kissed him passionately, and then pushed her way down, and down, and down,
just as he did to her, and then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them as fast
as she could. But when it came time to, she slowed down to pull them down. She
didn't know what she would find. Well, she did, but she didn't know what to
expect. Blanc and Noir had both seen it, both felt it, tasted it... but she
hadn't. Not yet. And she was holding her breath as she saw the tent that was
his boxers.
Memories flashed in her mind. Memories of him yet again, memories that she
didn't want to remember. Jaune had made her cum like she had when she had been
with him. But Jaune wasn't, and never would be him. Jaune loved her back, and
wasn't just using her. Jaune pleasured her first, and for that he deserved a
reward.
Very slowly she pulled down his boxers, the hem getting caught on his erect
shaft. She looked Jaune in the eyes, and she could see the anticipation welling
within him. He had been through this before, but... he was still excited. For
her lips, for her tongue. He was about to get his cock sucked by the girl he
loved, and the thought that that girl was her sent Violet's emotions whirling
violently. All of the good ones anyway.
She leaned down and licked the bit of his shaft that was exposed, and continued
to do so as she continued to pull down his boxers. And all the while she kept
her eyes up, and to the expression of pure pleasure and love on Jaune's face.
Finally, she got to his head, and she made sure lick it even more gently than
she had his shaft. Finally, she gave his boxers one good pull, quickly pulling
them down to his ankles. She very gently took his cock in her hand, and stroked
him slowly as she studied it, making sure she knew every detail.
It wasn't bigger than his, but she didn't expect it to be. Jaune was still 13
years old, still growing, and to her the size didn't really matter. She didn't
really care about just what Jaune did to her, all she needed to know was that
he was acting out of love rather than lust. That was enough for whatever he did
to be far better anything he had ever done. She slowly stroked him, reveling in
both the feel of Jaune's, her brother's, cock in her hands and the small sounds
of pleasure it forced him to release.
"V-Vi..." he whispered shakily, letting out a quiet moan as she moved her soft
hands up and down on his shaft, "I-I love you so much..."
Vi could feel more happy warmth spread in her chest. Just hearing Jaune saying
those three words, even if he had said them countless times before, made her
feel more pleasure than any sexual act ever could. It made her heart flutter
and soar in a way that made her completely ignore that what she was doing, what
they were doing, was forbidden.
"I love you too, Jaune," she replied, going back down and licking from the base
of his shaft up to his head. He bit his lip as she took his head into her mouth
finally, and swirled her tongue around him slowly. She moaned at his taste,
sending a pleasurable tingle up his spine. He was finally getting the relief he
wanted, and Vi was making sure it was every bit as fantastic as he had hoped it
would be. His hand found her head, and she giggled on his cock at the feeling
of his hand grabbing desperately at her locks.
"Violet..." Jaune groaned. Vi blushed. She had never heard him use her full
name in such a way. He sighed, and cooed, and groaned, and moaned, and every
time he did her chest tightened in a very good way.
Her hand found his testicles, and she massaged them gently as she continued to
lick and suck. She pulled off his cock and used her free hand to jack him off,
her saliva providing lubrication and allowing her hand to slide effortlessly up
and down his shaft. "Jaune..." she whispered. "It's okay to be a bit rough if
you want to."
"I-I don't want to hurt you..." they were both completely aware that there was
nothing Jaune could do that could hurt her, but Vi still felt a happy tingle
course throughout her body at the concern reflected within his voice. She
placed a lick on the bottom of his head as her hand continued to pump him up
and down, and Jaune couldn't help but throw his head back against the armrest
of the couch and groan loudly at the incredible feeling.
His hands once again found her purple locks and Vi happily let him push her
head down on his cock, easily taking him down to the base. She looked up at
him, silver eyes meeting cobalt, and then she started bobbing her head up and
down on his shaft, her tongue snaking its way around him while her hand not
playing with his testicles reached up to intertwine with his.
Despite his protest, Jaune knew that she wanted him to be rough, She wouldn't
have said that for no reason. He grabbed a firmer hold of her hair and started
to help her, pulling her up and down on cock in a semi-fast rhythm. Jaune shook
as he neared his end, but stopped when Vi tapped him on his leg. This, he knew,
had to mean stop. So he did. She pulled off of him and started to jack him off
again, this time at a quicker pace. She gasped as his cock throbbed in her hand
"Jaune, it's okay to get it all over me. I won't mind if you make a mess..." he
could hear the love in her voice, and it just made it harder to hold it in.
"You won't even mind if it's in your h-hair? N-Noir hates that..."
"It's okay, I promise..." the calm, loving smile she had at that moment was it
for him, he couldn't stop himself. He bucked his hips as he came, and Vi let
out a happy squeal as his cum landed all over her face, and even, as Jaune had
feared, in her hair.
The feeling of Jaune's hot, sticky cum all over her face and in her hair was
magical to Vi. She had made him cum, just like he had done for her just a few
moments ago, and now she was covered in her 'reward'. She brought up a finger
to her face, wiping some of the semen from her eye, and she caught Jaune
starting at her, panting still from his orgasm, as she brought that finger to
her lips. Jaune having his eyes on her as she tasted his cum somehow made the
whole experience even better, and Vi moaned in delight at the salty taste of
his seed. It was incredible, and she couldn't wait to get more.
"You taste great, Jaune..." she whispered sultrily as she wiped from more cum
off her cheek and greedily licked it off her finger.
Violet covered in his cum was one of the most erotic images Jaune had ever
seen, maybe even more so than the pictures of Noir he already had.
The sight really didn't help his situation, as his erection was still present.
Vi noticed and giggled. "Oh yes, I said we would go all the way didn't I? Hold
on just one moment..." she got off of the couch and made her way to their
father's desk, and upon opening the drawer pulled out a box of condoms. "I
don't think he'll notice one missing," she said. Jaune watched as she walked
back to him and opened the small package. She placed the condom over his
erection and sat back down beside him.
"You're so beautiful..." she giggled happily and leaned down to kiss him on his
nose.
"Why thank you, Jaune. You're not so bad yourself." He smiled goofily as she
crawled up to him, and placed her pussy up against his cock. She moaned,
realizing what she was about to do was quite possibly one of the worst things
she could do. But she didn't care. She wanted this, badly, and she knew they
were ready.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, moaning happily as Jaune filled her up
completely. The feeling of someone else inside her was something that Vi didn't
know she had missed until this moment. "Oh~..." she moaned as she continued to
lower herself, finally hitting the base of Jaune's cock and letting out a sigh
of delight. This wasn't just for Jaune anymore, she too needed this, even if
she hadn't realized it.
"V-Vi... it feels so good..." Jaune groaned, the feeling of Vi all around his
shaft being distinctly different than Noir had been. Vi wasn't as tight as Noir
had been, and not as wet, but it still felt absolutely amazing to Jaune.
She didn't respond, she couldn't. Her mind was just a haze of colors and
thoughts. She started grinding into him slowly, getting used to the feeling of
having something inside of her after so long. She had never been much for toys,
though she did have quite a few. Hardly using them was a blessing in disguise
it seemed, as the feeling was intensified from her not having felt it in a
while. She started to grind a bit faster, and her entire body heated up as she
began to pant. Jaune writhed in pleasure underneath her, moaning her name with
every single motion she made.
She was in charge now, she was on top, and she was going to show him just how
good sex could feel when you were with the right partner. Not that she didn't
think Noir was a good partner for him, but she wanted to show him more pleasure
than she ever could. She didn't mind sharing, but at that moment, she wanted to
be his only. She started bouncing slowly on his cock, making sure that he felt
every inch of her pussy surrounding him. "Jaune... it feels so good having you
inside of me..."
Jaune didn't answer, he couldn't answer, just like she had unable to. Finally
he was getting the release he had sought for, finally he could feel someone
else around his shaft, finally he could have sex with someone he loved dearly
once again. But he wanted to feel more of Vi, he wanted more contact. She
continued slowly bouncing on him as Jaune sat up and put his arms around Vi's
neck, making her meet his eyes before he leaned up and kissed her deeply and
pulled her down on top of him.
"Vi..." he moaned into the kiss.
"Jaune..." she sighed into the kiss.
They were connected in a way no brother and sister ever should, and both Jaune
and Vi loved every second of it. They let out a shared moan as Jaune began
meeting Violet's bounces with thrusts into her, making their hips slam together
with a wet slap and making the pleasure for them both increase dramatically.
"Oh... Jaune- I- I'm gonna cum again..." he started slamming into her harder as
she started to moan even louder than ever before. "O-ohhhh fuck, Jaune... I
want to feel you cum inside me!" He cursed silently, knowing that that was
impossible. Violet knew it was impossible as well, but she still said it,
because in that moment there was no condom in her mind, and the thought of
Jaune's cum filling her pussy made her even more hot. Vi made a small mental
note to start taking pills so she could feel it.
"I'm cumming, sis!" Jaune said, speeding up as fast as he could. There were a
few more thrusts, and then the both of them held completely still as their
bodies exploded in a mess of orgasmic shivers and frantic kissing. Jaune tongue
finally won against hers for the first time as her entire body and mind was
rendered useless from pleasure.
For several moments, they just laid there, cuddling in the aftermath of what
was a huge event. Violet realized that now things would be different for her
and Jaune. No longer would there talking sessions be filled with a few kisses
and hours of talking. In fact, the talking might take a back seat for a while.
She was okay with that now. Jaune had showed her true pleasure, and she wasn't
entirely sure she could resist feeling that again if he asked for it.
Knowing that something had to happen, she got up and got dressed quickly as her
still shaky body would allow before taking the condom off of Jaune's now
flaccid penis. She grabbed a few tissues off of the desk and wrapped it up in a
few layers before placing it in her pocket. She would have to dispose of it in
the trash outside, so no one would see it. She quickly helped Jaune up, and he
wiped his eyes before getting dressed himself. Violet sprayed the couch with
fabric refresher and flipped the cushions over so no one would notice. After
taking a big sniff of the room, she realized that all trace of them having done
anything but talk was gone, and she gave Jaune a bright, happy smile and a
laugh.
"Thank you, Jaune," she said, bending down and kissing him on the lips. He
returned the kiss and hugged her.
"You're welcome big sis." Violet walked over to the door and unlocked it. "I
think I need to uh, lay down a bit. Or something. I'll talk to you later, Vi."
She nodded her head and Jaune made his way out of the room, noticing that, this
time, things were a lot calmer than any other time he had done stuff like this.
There was no Verte yelling about his precious innocence, there was no Noir
acting over-protective, and there was no mischief and or mayhem in sight.
Rouge was probably bored out of her mind.
He made his way into his shared bedroom, and realized that it was empty. Verte
and Noir must have gone off somewhere else. He closed the door behind him, but
froze when someone knocked on the door to the bathroom connecting his and his
siblings' bedrooms. "Jaune," Rose's voice called from the other side. "Is that
you?"
"Yeah, it's me," he said. There was a small bit of silence on the other end,
and then a sigh. The door opened up, and Jaune no longer felt tired. Rose
looked like a mess. She was wrapped in her favorite blanket, and she had a bad
case of bedhead, like she had been asleep all day.
"Can we talk? About this whole thing going on right now between you and all of
us?"
He nodded and they made their way over to Jaune's bed, sitting down side by
side with Rose laying her head on her big brother's shoulder. He felt warm
against her side, like he always did, and she cuddled up a little closer to him
and smiled as his hand landed on her shoulders, pulling her against him.
"So... what did you want to talk about?" Jaune asked dumbly as he pulled Rose
closer to him, feeling a little lost. He knew Rose had figured out what they
were doing, she was very attentive after all, but after their kiss in the
library, which seemed such a long time ago now that he thought back to it, they
hadn't really done much. He hadn't touched her like he had everyone else, and
she had never asked him to. He could still recall the feeling of his lips on
hers, like he could with all his sisters, but other than that he didn't have
events between them that he could replay like he did with Noir, Blanc, and now
Violet.
"Did you... like it when we kissed?" she asked. Jaune really didn't remember
too much of said kiss, but he did remember the feelings that came with it. At
the time it felt great, like he was just doing his thing to make her happy.
That was the only intention he had for that kiss, was to get Rose out of her
slump. And that had ended badly. Spectacularly so, in fact. But he did enjoy
the kiss itself, if only because it took Rose's mind off of things.
"I did, yeah. Did you want to do it again?" Rose blushed, and curled up eve
closer to him.
"You know what? I don't know. I've only been thinking about it recently
because... well, you've been doing all these things with the others. And I'm
not too clear exactly on what you've been doing, because let's face it, our
parents suck at giving the talk, and school isn't really helping much. I can't
get my head around it." Jaune nodded his head in understanding. Rose had
trouble at certain subjects, and their parents were badat it. Hell, Violet was
to thank for his understanding of it all. "I... I was just wondering if you
could... teach me. Not now! I-I mean, unless you want to, I just-"
Jaune leaned down and kissed her softly.
She sighed into the kiss and offered no resistance, just enjoying the way Jaune
moved his lips against hers. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she was a
lousy kisser at best. Jaune was the first person she had ever kissed for
'real', but before that she and some of her friends had gotten together and
tried just touching their lips against one another's. Each and every person she
had tried it with had told her that they didn't think it felt as good as the
others and knowing that had made her sad. But now, when Jaune was kissing her,
thinking that she was a bad kisser was the farthest thing from her mind, and he
had said he did like their previous kiss.
Jaune didn't deepen the kiss and they broke apart after a minute of just
letting their lips move against the other's. He smiled down at Rose and she
blushed slightly but still smiled back.
"Of course I'll help you, Rose. What kind of big brother would I be if I
abandoned my cute little sister when she wanted help?" She giggled at his words
and leaned up to peck him quickly on the lips.
"Thanks, big bro. You're the best." 'And I know what I want to give you as your
birthday present now...'
It was still a few weeks off, but of course, that didn't matter. Rose was
already excited. The only thing she had to do now was decide on what to get
Merron, as well. "Do you think... we could kiss some more though? Just for a
bit?" He laughed, and pulled her close as he fell back onto his bed.
"Sure, lil sis. Anything you want." He placed a hand on her cheek and pulled
her into another kiss as she laid her head beside his on his pillow, and she
smiled into it. She promised herself then that she would get better at it, if
only to show Jaune what she was capable of. She had a goal now, she wanted to
impress her big bro. She wanted to wow him. So she deepened the kiss herself,
much to Jaune's surprise. He went with it, pulling her closer and placing a
hand on her side.
She seemed a bit more timid at that, but only pulled away with a gasp for a
second before kissing him again. She had never really felt so hot in her entire
life, and she didn't exactly know how to continue on with their fun. Jaune
licked her lips, and she let out a surprised squeak and blushed redder than
Rouge's hair. She let him in, timidly, unsurely, and let out a small moan as
her small tongue met his. She explored his mouth slowly, and realized that
Jaune wasn't moving his tongue a lot. 'Is he giving me a chance to
learn...?'She very carefully started to lick at his tongue, and then he moved
his slowly, gently, making sure that Rose remained in the lead the whole time.
They continued on for a few more minutes before Rose pulled away, panting and
red-faced, a string of saliva connecting their lips. "Th-that was amazing," she
said between her pants. She looked up to Jaune and saw the lustful look in his
eyes. It disappeared, however, as he shook his head slightly.
"You did a good job, lil sis," he said, affectionately ruffling her hair.
Below them, on the floor of the bathroom, Merron slept happily, her pants and
underwear completely ruined.
***** Exploration *****
Chapter Notes
     Maxaro: So, it's been a while since we last updated this thing, and
     believe us, we're really sorry about that. We kinda lost our
     "interest" and drive for this fic for a while, both of us feeling
     unsure as to where we were heading, but we're back now and we've got
     clear directions this time for all of you to enjoy. however, if you
     really want someone to blame for the lack of updates, it should be
     me, not Salter. I've been really stressed out over school, my
     emotional state, and just my life in general so I haven't had the
     energy needed to sit down and write with Salter, and for that I feel
     I should apologize. Sure, I can't decide how my brain will act in
     response to stress, but I still want to say sorry for the lack of
     updates.
     Please enjoy this newest chapter of our sin.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After Jaune and Violet's latest meeting, things started to return to normal in
the the Arc household. Jaune returned to school, along with all his sisters,
and things began to feel calmer again. Days passed without much incident and
Jaune felt that the tension he had felt building in the house was finally
starting to disappear, or at least hide for a moment. He was happy it was
seemingly gone and that his sisters were less hostile towards each other. Sure,
he had a mountain of homework waiting for him when he returned to school since
most of his and Noir's study sessions had ended with him either falling asleep
or them giving up in favor of kissing, but to Jaune that was a price he was
absolutely willing to pay if it meant his sisters weren't fighting.
When he returned to his classes he was met with quite a few questions about his
absence, though any answer he gave was either cryptic or just a flat out lie.
He loved doing things with his sisters. Kissing them, touching them, getting
touched bythem, it was all incredible, but he had at least partly begun to
understand that it wasn't what most people called 'right'. He thought it was
completely stupid, but Violet had been insistent on him not telling anyone
about anything they had been doing, and Jaune really didn't want to disappoint
his biggest sister.
Welcoming him back, with a big smile, was also that weird, kinda plain girl
that had talked with him on the bus all those weeks ago. Jaune still felt that
he should know who she was aside from her name, Amor, but something felt like
it was blocking the information. He had even asked Merron about it once, but
she had just told him not to worry about it and stop paying attention to the
girl. Then she had kissed him.
So Jaune decided to do just that, basically ignore the girl. And so far it had
worked pretty well. He just pretended there was nothing about her that rubbed
him the wrong way, even as he sat reading a history book... opposite to her in
the library.
Yep, there was absolutely nothing about her that made him feel weird or
awkward, in fact he felt quite comfortable sitting near her. He loved it when
she took his focus off of more important things with small talk too. Normally
he would be happy talking to anyone about X-Ray and Vav, but, for some reason,
Jaune just felt annoyance every time he had to look up from his book. His
studies were far more important for once, Violet had made that clear. She
wanted to see him excel in his studies, and that turned out to be the
inspiration he needed to try harder. After all she had promised him plenty of
'rewards' if he managed to get better grades than usual. He knew what that
meant, and he very much wanted those rewards. Perhaps more than anything.
So Jaune felt delighted when Amor left, she was getting on his nerves and he
wasn't sure just how long he could hold out without calling in reinforcement
from Verte. After their little incident, they had been a bit more close, and
she a little bit more accepting of the affection he felt and received from the
others. But still, she would gladly send someone away if they were annoying her
Jaune, and Jaune himself was well aware of that. He didn't know how many times
he found his hand nearly going for his phone in his pocket.
He looked over to Rose at the table across from his as a few more students left
the area, and she looked so frustrated yet again. It was like the last time he
had been alone with her in the library, except now he could tell her
frustration was from work more than it was from her new monthly pains. He
closed his book and decided to change seats. Walking over to her, the first
thing he noticed was that she was chewing on her pencil. The second thing he
noticed was that she was chewing it so hard that pretty soon she would end up
biting through it.
"You need any help?" He asked carefully, and Jaune could have sworn he heard an
audible snap as Rose jumped, biting down on her pencil hard, apparently not
having noticed him 'sneaking' up on her. She turned towards him after trying to
discreetly spit out the piece of pen in her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed
from a mix of frustration and embarrassment, but most, if not all, of her
irritation disappeared when she noticed just who it was who had startled her.
Jaune was standing behind her, smiling his usual goofy smile, obviously trying
not to laugh at her apparent fright, and Rose couldn't help but smile back at
him as she nodded and he took a seat beside her. The thing that had gotten her
so worked up was the algebraic formula laid out before her, the multiple
numbers and letters feeling like a whirlwind of confusion to the pink haired
girl. Rose Arc was many things, but good at math was not one of them, or at
least not this kind of math. Usually she would ask Violet for help with this
kind of stuff, but she would gladly take any help she could get, and she hoped
Jaune just being with her would make everything a little less annoying.
"What seems to be the issue here?" Jaune asked after a moment of looking at the
papers laid out on the table they were sitting at, hearing Rose sigh heavily
from beside him. He had never had much trouble with math, or any 'logic' based
subject, really, so he wasn't really sure just what it was Rose needed help
with.
"I don't know..." she groaned silently, fighting the urge just to slam her head
against the sea of papers. "I'm so lost I don't even understand how lost I am."
"Is it really that bad?" She sent him a desperate look, and felt the need to
bang her head against the table even harder than she wanted to before. "Um, I
can't really help if you don't know what the problem is." She let out a
conflicted whine, clearly not understanding any of the emotions she was
currently experiencing.
"What is math? Why must academics hate me so?!" She screamed. Quietly. Somehow.
She was in a library after all. Jaune bit his tongue to stop a slight chuckle
from escaping his lips. "I just... ugh! I don't know how to explain this, let
alone phrase the question I need answered. I just need a break..."
"Rose... If it's making you feel this bad, you can take one." Like a switch had
been flicked, as soon as the words had left Jaune's lips, Rose smiled and
pushed her work away from her, and it was clear to Jaune that she was
incredibly thankful for his suggestion. She reached down into her backpack and
pulled out her water bottle, and Jaune watched as she took a generous gulp.
"You forgot to drink again didn't you?" Rose paused and gave him a sheepish
look. She always did get so worked up over all the work she was given.
He smiled at how cute the look made her look and merely went back to reading
his own book while Rose slumped slightly in her seat, the breath she let out
being heavy enough to make the papers pushed away from her flutter slightly.
She really was tired, he realized, and he felt a pang of sympathy go through
his heart. He watched from the side as she shifted in her seat after a moment
of just sitting there limply, her mouth twisting into a small frown, and then
she she opened her eyes and sent him a look.
Jaune said nothing as Rose scooted her chair closer to his, the noise from the
chair's legs scraping against the floor making a few other students around the
library send them looks, but Rose didn't give a damn. She was tired and wanted
to rest for a moment, so she needed a good pillow. When her chair was touching
Jaune's she happily leaned against her brother's side, resting her head on his
shoulder as she let her mind escape from the horrible math infested world
before her. She knew she would have to go back to her work soon, lest she be
late for her next class, but right now she just wanted to relax a little.
The sight of the two Arc siblings sitting together like this was nothing new,
so none of the other students bothered to as much as look twice at the pair,
and Jaune was grateful no one was looking. He didn't like the attention and he
certainly didn't want to disturb his little sister.
There was something exceedingly comfortable about their position, though it
didn't look it to most. Jaune felt comfort in the fact that Rose was getting
some rest, and Rose felt comfort in the fact that she no longer had exclusively
math on her brain. That kind of stuff was never too good to focus on for long
periods of time, and she didn't like to strain herself. She had just been
feeling so pressured lately.
"Jaune, do you think... maybe you could teach me some more about... you-know-
what later?" He looked down at her from his book, and her eyes were sparkling
in a way. She always was undoubtedly the cutest member in the family, only ever
having been beaten in terms of cuteness by himself when he was younger. There
had been a period of time where all of his sisters dressed him in cute dresses
and put his hair in cute styles. Even he had to admit he looked adorable back
then. He wondered where those pictures went very briefly before focusing back
on Rose.
Now that he was older, she was the cutest once again, and he was just as weak
as everyone else was to her. "Of course we can, sis!" He ruffled her hair and
she let out a giggle. She closed her eyes and rested against his side once
more. It wasn't long before people started to leave the library to head to
their own classes or to just spend their break elsewhere, but Jaune had stayed
in the hopes that he would impress Violet. Of course, Rose was still with him,
napping against his side. He figured she could use more of a rest.
While Rose's breathing was calm and regular, she wasn't asleep. At least not
yet. She didn't doubt for a second that she could fall asleep against Jaune's
incredibly comfy shoulder, but she didn't want to risk it. She hadn't been
sleeping as well as could have recently, and if she fell asleep now she would
never fall asleep later tonight. So she kept herself awake by focusing on
Jaune's comfy shoulder. Now, thinking about such a thing might have made most
people sleepy, but to Rose it just made her feel excited. Because she was with
her brother, who she loved, and they were going to kiss later. Jaune was going
to teach her how to do kissing for real and she felt excited by the prospect of
feeling his lips against hers again.
'Come to think about it, he kissed me the first time here in the library... at
that table right over there... man, it sucks that Vi had to come and stop
us...' Rose thought as she opened one of her eyes and looked up at Jaune's
lips, the bottom one gently stuck between his teeth as he read his book.
Unconsciously, Rose let her tongue run over her own lips as she gazed as
Jaune's, feeling the same warmth she had felt when they had made out on his bed
a few days ago erupt in her chest. She knew that they couldn't kiss in public,
Vi had been really clear about that, but as Rose cast a quick glance around the
slowly emptying room she couldn't help the twinge of want pulling at her
insides. 'No one will notice one small one, right...?'
She pulled at Jaune's hoodie slightly, still as hesitant as could be as she
gazed around the room. There were a few students left, but all of them had
their heads stuck in their books and weren't paying attention. "What is it,
sis?" Jaune asked, looking down at her. He had thought she was asleep. She
grabbed a tighter hold of his hoodie and lifted herself up to plant a kiss on
her big brother's lips. Jaune had to freeze at the feeling, it having been a
few days since they had shared anything more than a tight hug.
His mind went completely blank and his lips went numb as if hers were coated in
poison. He pushed forward, unable to hold himself back from deepening her
simple show of affection. A simple, swift kiss on the lips wouldn't have been
bad if they had pulled away immediately after, but neither would have been
satisfied by that. Rose moaned as Jaune's tongue swiped against her lips and
her heart jumped as she feared someone had heard her.
They pulled away immediately and checked subtly around them, upon seeing no one
watching, they went back to studying. Rose to get her mind off of Jaune, and
Jaune to get his mind off of Rose. Of course it was never that simple. In just
a few minutes, they were the only ones left in the library. And they couldn't
hold themselves back anymore.
"Rose...?" Jaune whispered quietly, afraid that if his voice was anything but
silent they would be somehow spotted, even though they were alone, and called
out for kissing in public. He didn't really careif someone caught him with any
of his sisters, but he really didn't want to disappoint Vi after she had told
him so many times that everything would be better if they kept it a secret. His
whisper was answered by Rose with a nod as she stared blankly at her math book,
trying to think about anything aside from how much she just wanted to smash her
lips against Jaune's. "L-let's head somewhere more private..."
Once more, Rose nodded, though even as she and Jaune stood up from their seats,
excitement rushed through her veins. She took Jaune's hand in hers, squeezing
it lightly, and by it she let herself be lead further into the library, heading
into the back behind a massive bookshelf. They were alone now, but still they
felt the need to hide away before they did anything they could get punished
for. Now, though... now they were alone.
"Jaune..." Rose gasped as she let herself get pushed up slightly again the
bookshelf they were hiding behind. She was just a little shorter than Jaune,
neither of them having started their growth spurts yet, but still it felt like
her brother towered over her as she put her arms around his neck and pulled his
lips against hers. "Teach me how to kiss..."
He tilted his head to the side and she to the opposite side; their lips only
inches apart and decreasing as Rose's started to quiver in anticipation. In one
split second they connected and Jaune didn't let thing escalate for a moment.
In his experience, these things needed to be cared for, they needed to be built
up. You couldn't just jump in. It would ruin everything. The first time they
had made out, there was hardly any real tongue kissing involved. Rose was just
learning, so it was less passionate. She was testing the waters. And despite
how close they had gotten just a few minutes ago they still hadn't crossed that
barrier.
But Jaune couldn't wait to change that. He wanted to give Rose everything he
had given the others. He wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to taste her. She
moaned as his tongue made contact with her lips again, and this time there was
no pulling back, instead she opened her mouth to his and their tongues started
their duet.
She remembered everything she had took note of last time, and her tongue
immediately went to work. Jaune loved the feeling of her smaller tongue against
his, he loved the feeling of pushing her up against the bookshelf. His hands
made their way down her shoulders, and she gasped as his hands found her tummy.
When it came to kissing almost everyone else, Jaune had been the one on the
receiving side, only going along with Noir, Blanc, Vi, or Rouge's lead, but
with Rose it was he who was the experienced one. The one in the lead. The one
on top. And he loved the feeling almost as much as he loved the happy,
pleasured moans and whimpers Rose was letting out against his lips as her hands
clutched him tighter against her. "R-Rose..." he gasped out breathlessly as he
pulled back, much to Rose's dismay, to take a quick breath, but soon any
complaint his little sis had planned on uttering were silenced as he once again
kissed her and pushed his tongue into her mouth to meet hers. He wasn't really
that sure of what he was doing, not really having learned any techniques
himself yet, but from the way Rose moaned, Jaune suspected she still liked it,
so he just went along with whatever felt right.
His hands were traveling along her tummy and sides, hiking up her shirt as he
went higher and higher on her body until he reached her ribcage. They were
pressed flush against one another, Rose trying to pull him ever closer, and
Jaune could feel his pants begin to tighten as she moaned loudly when he sucked
gently on her tongue. He hadn't honestly planned on doing anything like that
when he pulled away Rose to this corner, but if she showed any signs of wanting
it too he would gladly comply... but then he recalled just where they were...
At school... in the library... with their classes having started a few minutes
ago...
They pulled away for one more breath, and Rose turned away from him for a short
moment, her face flushed completely. She was breathing heavily and she was
starting to sweat. "Jaune, I feel weird... is that supposed to happen? Is this
what being aroused feels like?" He grabbed her hands and squeezed gently.
"That's how Noir described it to me when I asked, she said it felt a little
weird at first for girls though." Rose visibly relaxed at his words and smiled.
"Do you want to keep going?"
"Yes, I think I can... get used to it." She took the initiative this time, and
pulled Jaune right back to her lips. He wasn't complaining, it meant she was
eager to learn everything she could. She had asked him to be her teacher, and
he wasn't going take that lightly. Jaune's hands once again started to hitch
her shirt up, this time even further. Rose didn't even think about wanting him
to stop. If her sisters had shown him everything already, she knew she could
to. And she really did want to show him, she wanted to see his reaction.
She wondered if that was okay...
"You can take my shirt off, big bro..." Rose mumbled into their kiss, and Jaune
gladly did so, revealing her small, pink bra to the world. She was blushing
more than ever at this point, her face as red as Rouge's hair.
"You look so cute," Jaune gushed, kissing her again more softly than before.
Even as her cheeks burned brighter at his words, Rose smiled at Jaune, letting
her own hands wander down from his head and neck to his shoulders, and from
there down to his sides, and finally to his crotch. She wasn't at all
experienced when it came to sexual stuff, she only knew what she had overheard
from when their mother talked to Violet or Blanc, but she still knew where a
guys penis was. Most likely, she had seen Jaune's before when they were
younger, and he had most likely seen her naked too, but Rose couldn't remember
any of that, so when she felt the tent in Jaune's trousers she felt surprised
at just how big it felt in her hands.
"R-Rose...!" Jaune gasped out, surprised at his little sister's forwardness,
not having felt her hand's descent while looking at her small but gorgeous
chest. As soon as he spoke up, Rose removed her hands, afraid she might have
done something wrong or that it had hurt.
"W-what? Did I do something wrong!? I'm sor-!" Before she could finish
apologizing, Jaune kissed her again, deeply, and moved her hand back to his
pants before he started to gently massage her still bra clad chest, his actions
causing a loud, surprised moan to reverberate inside Rose's throat. She had
never thought touching her breasts could feel so good.
Her hand on Jaune's crotch wasn't moving, and as soon as she realized that she
started making a small circular rubbing motion, just hoping that the simple
contact would feel good for him. He groaned into her ear and she knew it did.
The flame in her stomach grew intense as his hands continued their work on her
small breasts. She wasn't anywhere close to big, she was still developing after
all, she was just starting to go through puberty.
"Jaune I... I want more..." it was a simple statement, but it served to make
Jaune's erection twitch. Mostly because it was his little sister that had said
it. Rose let out a strained whine and decided that this wasn't going to be
enough. She wanted more for sure, and the only way she was going to get more,
she had managed to pick up from basic knowledge, was shedding more clothing.
"Help me take my bra off..."
Jaune complied without hesitation, any care about getting caught disappearing
like sanity around Rouge, and he moved his hands from Rose's breasts to the
clasp of her bra on her back, moaning as Rose kept rubbing his throbbing
erection through his trousers. He found the clasp to her bra quite quickly and
after a moment of distracted yet hurried fiddling, the pink bra fell from
Rose's chest, letting Jaune, for the first time in years, see his little
sister's small yet plump breasts and the dark, almost maroon nipples crowning
them.
Rose doubted that her cheeks could get any hotter or redder, but she refrained
from covering up with her free hand, keeping it around Jaune's neck as he
stared almost hungrily down at her boobs. She wanted him to see all of her,
even if it made her embarrassed, and from the way the trouser-tent in her hand
once again twitched she could guess he liked what he saw. And that thought made
Rose happy, that Jaune liked her body even if some of the other boys in class
teased her and called her ugly. It made her feel as if she was just as
beautiful and sexy as her sisters.
But she wanted to hear him say it too, so she could be sure he liked what he
saw. "Jaune... d-do you... do you like my boobs...?"
"I love them," Jaune whispered as he leaned down to kiss her again. "They're
beautiful. You're beautiful..." he moved down to her neck and kissed her skin
gently, making her heart thump fast and hard, and making her lose her mind. He
really did love her body, like he loved the others'. It made her feel so happy,
and so giddy, that Rose couldn't wait to show him the rest. But that could wait
for a bit, he was still too clothed for her own liking. She wanted to see him
naked too, even if the thought was a bit scary. She just kept repeating to
herself that it was like when they were younger.
She pulled up his hoodie, and he separated from her, helping her throw it off
along with his shirt. He wasn't anywhere close to the men she had seen on TV,
and in the movies, but she didn't even care. Here he was in front of her, and
he looked handsome, and hot, to her, and he was kissing her neck and making her
feel like she was the prettiest girl in the world, and she loved him all the
more for it. Her hands found his zipper, and he gasped a little as she pulled
it down. She was being so direct, but Jaune couldn't deny that loved it. She
unbuttoned his jeans and they fell to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers
with his jeans around his ankles.
If someone were to catch them now, there would be no way to explain this, but
for some reason, that made it better. Rose didn't care if someone caught them
for a different reason now. She wanted to wait until his birthday, but she
wasn't sure she could now, not when Jaune had turned her on so much. If that's
really what the feeling in her stomach was.
Rose leaned down and undid her own jeans. She had worn the most wholesome,
family friendly clothing imaginable when she started getting noticed by people,
but now she just wanted it all off. If Jaune was the only one to notice her,
she wouldn't care, she would love it.
Her panties were a pair of plain red ones she had had for a while, but to Jaune
Rose might as well have been wearing the black lace set that Noir had showed
him, he was too turned on to notice or care anymore. Anything even close to
Rose was sexy in his mind at the moment. What he did notice, however, was the
small, damp stain on the front of them. It was maybe the size of a small
marble, but Jaune now knew from experience just what it meant, and when Rose
caught where he was looking she became scared for a moment. Had she peed her
pants? In front of Jaune!?
Before she had a chance to say something, Jaune's hand landed on the stain and
a feeling like if someone had made 10.000 volts of electricity course through
her body met Rose's unprepared mind. She had in no way suspected someone
touching her pussy, even if it was through her panties, could feel so good, or
even good at all for that matter. It was a completely new and foreign feeling,
but she absolutely loved it and, as Jaune started to gently run his fingers up
and down her clothed slit, the stain began to slowly grow until it was the
width of two of his fingers. And then two and a half. And then almost three.
"Jaune!" Rose whined as Jaune stroked her panty-clad mound, his other hand
beginning to massage and grope her chest again. She could tell the stain in her
panties had become bigger ever since Jaune started to touch her and the amazing
feeling had begun to spread throughout her body, but she didn't feel at all
like she was peeing. And it certainly didn't smell like it either. This was
something else. Something good. "O-oh god, please d-don't stop!"
Jaune never planned on it, even whilst Rose stopped rubbing him, but he didn't
mind, the mere feeling of her warm, wet, clothed sex against his fingers and
the sounds emanating from Rose's throat were enough for him to remain rock
hard.
He kept on kissing at her neck and pushing her even harder against the
bookshelf as he rubbed her pussy, and the sounds of pleasure from Rose just
grew louder, and louder, and louder, until Jaune was sure that if anyone so
much as walked by the door to the library they would hear her, but he wasn't
scared. Classes were in session, and no one would ever be caught dead near the
library when they didn't have to be. Rose started to thrust against his hand in
time with his movements, and a mewl got caught in her throat. He moved her
panties to the side, but didn't bother to pull back and look, he would see it
all in due time. She moaned the loudest he had ever heard any one of his
sisters moan as his fingers made contact with her sensitive flesh.
Rose felt a pressure building, but it was a good pressure. She had never felt
anything like it before, and as good as it felt, it scared her. It scared her
so much when her knees buckled, and she felt like she was losing control of her
body. It was heaven but it felt so uncomfortable at the same time in the
position she was in. "J-Jaune I- oh, god- stop!" She nearly pushed Jaune back,
but he listened to her request instantly and she was allowed to breathe as he
moved away from her slightly.
"I-is everything okay?" Rose nodded slowly, feeling that she was recovering
from her mini freak out. She must have been about to cum, as it was apparently
called, she realized. But it felt so different from the build up... she bit her
lip and shook her head. She might have ruined the atmosphere by telling him to
stop, she might have ruined everything. She felt the feeling ebb away fast, and
she felt herself calming down completely.
"Don't worry about me, let's... focus on you." She licked her lips, looking
down at the surprisingly large bulge in Jaune's underwear. It might have just
been that her hands were so small, but, that didn't really matter. It was big
to her. Could she really do this? She had heard about it from her friends in
hushed whispers, she had looked it up on the internet and nearly got in trouble
looking at pictures. Did boys really like it?
Jaune's mind was wiped completely clean when he saw Rose fall to her knees. She
lifted some of her medium length pink hair out of her eyes, and smiled up at
Jaune as her hands found the hem of his boxers. She was certainly ready to face
this, it seemed. Inside, however, Rose was fighting a demon that she had been
fighting for a while now. One that held the mask of growing up. She really
wanted to be an adult, and this seemed like a good start, but... she knew she
was still a child. That knowledge was really the only thing holding her back.
How could she even hope to satisfy Jaune as someone older would be able to,
when all she knew was being young?
She steeled herself and shook her head, her hair falling right back into her
eyes as she pulled his boxers down all the way. She let out a shocked gasp as
she finally laid eyes on Jaune's cock. It wasn't as scary as she thought it
would be, and in fact, was kind of... hot? She subconsciously licked her lips
again as the heat came back.
She would try her hardest to satisfy her big brother, after all, she was still
learning. Surely he didn't expect her to be as good as the others? She looked
up at him with unsure eyes, and he nodded gently as her hand paused halfway.
When she finally grasped his length in her tiny hand, she let out a sharp
breath.
It was hot in her hand, and it twitched as Jaune let out a small moan of her
name. She loved hearing her name being said in such a way.
Gently, she ran her hand over his length, marveling at both the heat and size
of it. To her, it was massive, the biggest she had ever seen, but then again
she hadn't really seen any penises in real life before now. Aside from the
warmth and size, the thing that stood out most to Rose was the smell, the musk
coming from the hard cock in her hands. It was a pugnant but, to her, oh so
exciting smell. She couldn't help but take a long, deep breath, cementing the
heady scent deep within her memory as one of the most incredible thing she had
ever experienced. She closed her eyes and leaned in closer to Jaune's crotch,
unable to help herself, and gently nudged and nuzzled his cock with her face,
taking in breath after breath to feel more of the amazing smell. Then, as she
opened her eyes, her brother's shaft pressed lightly against her cheek, a stray
thought hit Rose.
'If just the smell is this good, just how delicious must the taste be...?' She
wondered as she looked up at Jaune once again, his face twisted in pleasure.
She loved seeing him like this, knowing that she was the one making him feel
good.
"Rose..." Jaune bit out again as the head of his cock twitched against Rose's
soft, pink cheek, her deep breaths causing hot air to blow onto him. A small,
microscopic part of him yelled at him for doing this. They were at school,
classes were underway, and yet here he was, with his little sister kneeling
before him and his cock rubbing against her face. That part, however, was
quickly squashed as Rose's hand began to move along his length, her small palm
working him slowly and gently.
"D-does it feel g-good, big bro...?" She whispered as she continued to rub her
face against him.
"It f-feels amazing," he said slowly as she added her second hand into the mix,
nearly cradling his cock in her hands as she pressed the side of his shaft into
her cheek. She adored the feeling of his hot flesh against her face, and
started slowly to jack him off at the same time. Jaune bit his bottom lip hard,
and tried to contain all of the sounds that wanted to escape.
"D-don't hold them in... please..." Rose pleaded when she noticed he was
becoming quiet, and Jaune complied, letting out another stream of words that
made Rose blush. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, lightly tracing
the tip of it against the side of his shaft as her hands continued their work.
She loved the taste too. She let out a few whines and mewls, knowing that that
would make it more pleasurable for him. He seemed to like the sounds when he
was rubbing her after all. "Big brother..."
She turned her head and started to suck where she was previously licking, and
Jaune couldn't help but curse at the amazing feeling of her soft lips and her
tongue. Rose had a habit of using copious amounts of chap stick and flavored
lip balm, and it made her lips feel heavenly against his cock. "M-more..." His
hand found her head, and her heart skipped a beat. He really was loving this...
loving her...
She slowly sucked her way to the head of his cock, and lovingly gave it a
gentle kiss, some pre-cum leaking onto her lips.
A low, delighted moan escaped her throat as the taste made itself known to her.
It was salty and just pugnant as Jaune smell, and Rose absolutely adored it.
She needed more.
Still taking deep breaths through her nose, Rose began to slowly and
tentatively lick at her brother's head, paying close attention to his urethra
since it was from there all his delicious precum came from. Every time a
droplet of said precum emerged, Rose quickly licked it away, moaning each time
she could taste the saltiness of it.
Jaune let his head fall back against the bookcase he was leaning against as
Rose licked more and more of his head, her hands still slowly stroking his
length. Something about the obvious joy Rose practically beamed out as she
serviced him made the experience all the more pleasurable for him, and Jaune
had to admit this felt even better than what Blanc, Noir, and even Violet had
done. Had his hands not been clutching the shelves of the bookcase behind him,
he would have surely fallen to the floor by now from the immense pleasure
alone, but, with how completely enraptured Rose seemingly was with licking him,
he didn't want her to have to stop just so he could sit down.
"Shooo ghood~..." he heard her moan against him, her lips slowly, but surely
closing over his head while her hands kept working diligently, and Jaune didn't
fight back the urge to moan and groan at all as Rose's soft lips made contact
with him once again.
"Fuck...! R-Rose...! You're i-incredible...!"
She opened her eyes and looked up to him, her eyes sparkling as she visually
beamed at the praise. Rose had to admit it, and she didn't care how dirty and
inappropriate it was; she adored sucking her brother's dick. She was in love
with the action, the taste, the smell of it all... it was just like sucking a
popsicle, which was now downgraded to the position of her second favorite thing
ever.
His cock was absolutely delicious to her, and his precum was such a delightful
reward. She couldn't wait for the real stuffthough...
She took more of him into her mouth, and he let out the most ragged breath she
had ever heard him let out before, and she felt so happy that it was she who
was providing him with so much pleasure. Having him in her mouth made her feel
such overwhelming joy that she was sure when they eventually did do more than
this, it wouldn't even compare. She would be glad if she could just suck him
forever and ever.
"Yhou tashte sho ghood, Jauhne~..." she whined against his head, and when he
looked down, she looked so needy. Like she was absolutely begging for his cum,
like she needed it more than anything in the world. He was going to give it to
her... really soon.
"Fu- I- oh, Rose, I'm gonna cum-!"
"What's going on here~?" Both Jaune and Rose's eyes shot wide open as the
telltale sound of Rouge Arc's playful voice met their ears and Rose stopped her
tongue, mouth, and hand's movements immediately. Together, they slowly turned
their eyes towards one of the ends of bookcase they had been hiding behind and
that was where they found the owner of the voice that had so abruptly stopped
them.
Standing there, with a big, almost predatory grin on her face was Rouge
herself, her eyes gleaming with both mischief and arousal. She had been
watching them for a while now, hidden away among the many bookcases that
surrounded them, and while she had certainly enjoyed every minute of it she
also felt that it had to stop. "Aren't you late for class, Rosy~?"
Rogue speaking up again broke both Jaune and Rose out of their horrified
trance, and they both let out high shriek of surprise and fright as they
quickly separated, Jaune falling on his butt leaning against the bookcase while
Rose quickly covered her chest with her discarded shirt. Their fright only made
Rouge smile wider and she let out a laugh at their behavior. She continued to
watch as both Jaune and Rose got dressed as fast as they could, Jaune's still
quite visible and unsatisfied erection only making the process harder for him.
When she was fully dressed, Rose ran like the wind away from her two siblings,
her heart beating like crazy in her chest and her cheeks as scarlet as her
sister's hair. Just why she ran she didn't even really know herself, but as
soon as she saw Rouge and she realized the position her sister had found them
in Rose's fight or flight instincts kicked in and she decided to 'fly'...
Leaving Jaune alone in the library with Rouge as she sprinted to her class...
"R-Rouge, what the hell..." Rouge laughed at her little brother's confusion. It
had all happened so fast, and the fear the two of them had felt was oh so
satisfying to Rouge. Jaune's heart rate calmed slightly, and Rouge felt a
little bit saddened by the loss of the panicked aura. She was a little bit
happy though, seeing as how he still wasn't fully clothed, and he didn't
exactly mind being in her presence all the while.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt anything~... It would really be a
shame if my little brother was left unsatisfied..." Rouge licked her lips as
she said it, her playful voice turning lascivious and husky. Jaune shivered at
the sound of it. "You know, while I was watching our little Rosy go to town on
your cock, I was thinking to myself; it would be such a shame if all of your
undoubtedly tasty cum went to her~."
She drew closer to Jaune, and smiled widely and mischievously. "O-oh, r-
really?" Jaune stuttered out, and she nodded and let out the most Roguelike
giggle he had ever heard, which was adorable as much as it was scary and
arousing.
"You don't have to get dressed Jaune..." she whispered as she pulled his jeans
and boxers back down to the floor and grabbed his cock, not hesitating for a
second before starting to jack him off at a decent speed, Rose's saliva helping
her hand slide across his shaft easily. As Jaune sat down and groaned at her
actions, she leaned in as close to his ear as possible. "Because, right now, I
want to make you feel better than Rose ever could~..."
Jaune could just barely think about giving Rouge a response before his legs
locked up and his hips jerked forward against her soft, quickly working hand.
The only handjob he had gotten before had been by Blanc, and it couldn't even
compare to this. Rouge's pace started off as decent, but it quickly increased
and the moans coming from Jaune's mouth only seemed to encourage her more. She
helped him sit down on the floor, not stopping her hands movements, and sat
herself down next to him so she could make sure none of Jaune's cum went to
waste once he hit his limit. That would be a crime worthy of a new end times.
"Don't hold back, Jaune... give me all your cum~..." once again, Jaune's hips
jerked, and his face twisted in pleasure, much like it had when Rose had been
sucking his cock. Rouge found his expression to be quite a pleasant sight to
look at while she worked his increasingly twitchy shaft, and she couldn't help
but lean in and kiss him on the cheek. He was her favorite human, after all,
and right now he was looking very appealing with his mouth hanging open and his
eyes shut tightly.
"R-Rouge!" Jaune moaned loudly, his mind becoming increasingly blank from the
pleasure coursing throughout his body, and it wasn't until he felt Rouge's lips
against his cheek that he opened his eyes. He knew Rouge was affectionate with
him, more than with anyone else, but she had never given him a kiss like this
before. Her kisses or hugs were always overwhelming for him, but this one was
soft, caring, and downright loving in a way he never expected from her. He
honestly didn't think Rouge had it in her to be this gentle, but that made the
feeling of her lips gently meeting his cheek all the more special. The action
wasn't crazy or fun, which was how he usually described Rouge, it was just a
gentle, loving kiss on his cheek.
"Cum for me, Jaune~..." the feeling of Rouge's soft lips moving against his
cheek as she spoke and the husky tone in which she said the words sent Jaune
ever the edge, and his hips jerked on final time as Rogue smiled widely. She
would get her reward now.
She held her free hand out and made sure that he came directly in it, thick,
white substance filling her within seconds. She cupped the hand tightly,
ensuring that none of his precious cum leaked out onto the floor. Jaune sat
panting, his mind completely blown at just how amazing Rouge's hand had felt.
"Oh! You came a lot, Jaune~! Good~..." Jaune watched as she moved his semen
around the palm of her hand with her fingers curiously. "It's a lot more gooey
than I imagined when watching porn!" Rouge chuckled happily, so unlike how she
usually was. She was so out of character right now that Jaune wondered if this
was actually how she was. Curious, and happy… and maybe only he got to see this
side of her? That thought made him smile.
She leaned down and licked at the cum in her palm carefully, and let out a
happy squeal as the taste made itself known to her tastebuds. "Yep, delicious,
just as I thought~! Though, it's your cum, Jaune, so of course it is!"
Jaune felt a blush rush to his cheeks. He loved hearing Rouge so happy and her
licking at her hand to drink all his cum was quite the enjoyable image, but he
still couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at that Rouge would loveto
drink something that had come from there on his body. He hadn't really thought
about it before with Noir, Blanc, or Violet, but all of them too had seemingly
enjoyed his taste. It was just that Rouge was enjoying it a lot more than any
of his other sisters.
Rouge just kept on licking her hand, the slurping noises her mouth made against
her palm as she happily drank all of the cum Jaune had rewarded her with being
very audible in the empty library, and when she finished and looked up at her
brother's heated face she couldn't resist giggling. He was looking very cute,
almost bashful while looking away from her face, and Rouge found herself
feeling even happier as she turned him to face her completely, leaning in so
that there was just a mere centimeter separating her lips from his. She usually
despised cute and cuddly things, she was a being of pure death and destruction
after all, but Jaune was the exception. He was not only allowed to look cute
without her destroying him, but she also actually liked when he was acting
cute. He was just special like that. He was her special little brother, and as
she hovered above his body, Rouge felt her chest began to feel odd, and the
urge to close the distance between her lips and Jaune's grew far stronger as
she thought about him.
"U-um... Rouge? Big sis? W-what are you doing?"
She didn't answer him, not right away. She just stayed completely still,
looking at his face. This period of inactivity was so unlike the Rouge Arc that
Jaune was familiar with, the Rouge Arc that was known all across town as a
crazy psychopath. Jaune never thought of her like that, but he knew everyone
else did. What he had just witnessed, the somewhat odd turn of character that
she had had when she found him and Rose, it just proved to him that she wasn't.
This Rouge was playful, sexy, and loving in her own way.
She finally made a move when the feelings inside of her grew to be too strong
for her to keep inside, and she did something new. Rouge had kissed him once
before, and she was very passionate, very fast about her movements. This marked
the second time they had kissed, and the second time she had made him cum for
that matter. But there was something different about this time, and he couldn't
put his finger on it. Aside from the fact that she was going slow and trying to
make it as sensual as possible, that is.
Rouge let out a moan as her tongue entered Jaune's mouth, and she fawned at the
noise of approval he made at his own taste. She was showing weakness, and she
knew it. Jaune was so special to her, but she always managed to hide it when
others were around by treating him the same as everyone else. She couldn't do
that now, not when they were finally alone. She didn't care if she was being
weak, she trusted Jaune not to tell anyone, and she trusted him not to betray
her. He could hurt her if he wanted to and she'd probably never even lift a
finger in retaliation, even though if it were anyone else she would smite them
where they stood.
She knew he wouldn't though... unless, of course, she wanted him too. That was
a fun thought.
She smiled into the kiss as Jaune's hands went around her neck, and Rouge had
to have mental battle with herself to stop herself from cooing at the soft
moans of approval he let out. She didn't want to risk expelling too much air in
a coo when she could instead just keep kissing her adorable little brother.
When she became the sole ruler of the wasteland she would leave behind after
destroying Remnant, just like the Chaos Gods had foretold, Rouge decided that
Jaune would be an excellent addition to her throne room. He could stand by her
side all day, just waiting for her command, and then he could kiss her as much
as she wanted... though she didn't like that plan as much as she thought she
would. She didn't want to keep Jaune as a pet or a slave, he was her special
human after all, he deserved special treatment.
'You'll get your own room, connecting to mine, of course, in my palace, and you
can sit on my lap while I remotely tend to the suffering of the planet... and
then you can be cute all day, and I can kiss you... because you're my special
little brother who I never want to destroy...' Rouge thought as she continued
to softly kiss Jaune, gently breaking it off after a moment so they could both
catch their breaths. She was basically straddling him at this point, just like
she had the last time they had kissed, but now there was no rush or heated lust
in the moment. This time it was something different, something that made Rouge
feel... happy as Jaune stared up at her from his position underneath her.
"W-wow, Rouge... that... that was amazing..." he sighed out after making sure
his lungs were completely filled, and Rouge smiled at him. Not grinned, not
smirked, not bared her fangs, but smiled. She leaned down and rested her
forehead against his for a moment, deciding to think about these weird new
feelings later, right now she just wanted to enjoy herself for a bit.
After a minute of just resting her forehead against Jaune's, the closeness
making her feel nice inside, Rouge stood up and pulled her little brother with
her, embracing him once they were standing. "You're special, Jaune, you know
that, right? You're my special human." She said softly, far softer than Jaune
had ever heard before from her, and before he could answer anything she placed
her lips on his again, the kiss feeling more passionate than the last right
from the start.
As much as it was more passionate and faster, there still wasn't any lust
involved whatsoever. As much as Rouge wanted to make her special human feel
even better, she was still aware that doing so in public would be considered a
bad thing by Violet. And she really didn't want to upset her sister, knowing
she would make it harder for her and Jaune to have more alone time. And Rouge
was certainly going to make sure she and her little brother had a lot more
alone time from now on.
She tensed up and pulled away from him for a small second and her face
scrunched up into a sour expression. Something was wrong, she could feel it in
the air around them. It was slight, but it was there. She shrugged and started
smiling happily at Jaune once more. "We have to get you dressed now, or we'll
get in trouble," she said softly, leaning down to pulling up his jeans and
boxers as well. Jaune grabbed his hoodie and put it over his head as Rouge
attached herself to his lips again.
He was already missing class, and she didn't care about Remnant's horrible
education system (she was, after all, smarter than anyone on the planet in ways
no one could ever possibly imagine), so she figured that this was as good a way
as any to spend the rest of their time together. It most certainly wasn't
because the fluttering in her chest was making her feel good, that would be
ridiculous. But the feeling she had felt earlier was getting harder to ignore,
and stronger too…
"Ja-une! Are you in here? The teacher was getting worried!"
Both Jaune and Rouge froze in their kiss for a moment when the sound of a
girl's voice reached their ears. Though the reason they were frozen was
different. Jaune was holding completely still out of fear, not wanting to be
discovered in such an 'inappropriate' position after Vi had told him to be
careful. Rouge, however, had another reason for being frozen.
While Jaune stayed unmoving, Rouge pulled back from their kiss and looked
towards where the voice had come from, her eye's glowing a dark, terrifying
red. She wasn't scared or worried at the moment, she was just furious. This
heretichad come to ruin her and her special human's moment, and for that she
had earned Rouge Arc's undying hatred.
A brown mop of hair turned around the corner of the bookcase and Armor
Whatsherface was suddenly staring at the two of them, Jaune going completely
red, while Rouge visibly began shaking with rage, not that the heretic seemed
to notice that as she stared at Rouge's special human in a way that made Rouge
herself feel even more angry, if that was even possible.
"There you are, Jaune! I've been looking all over for you, class started, like,
forever ago. Come on, we have to hurry otherwise teach' will be really angry!"
"A-A-Amor! H-hi! U-um... yeah, I-I'll be right there, I just g-gotta say goodb-
" Jaune tried to stammer back from his position practically in Rouge's arms,
but he was interrupted before he could finish by Rouge herself.
"I WILL SMITE YOU, HEATHEN!" Both Jaune and Amor jumped at the pure,
uncontained bloodlust in Rouge's voice, her tone almost sounding as if it was
made out of four monstrous voices instead of one (though technically it could
be considered five since one of the voices sounded kind of fat and just not
there in a way, and there certainly was a weird scuttling noise within it, not
unlike a rat, but it seemed really new and it was most likely was just a
technicality that no one really cared about because of some 41st millenium
thing). For once, Jaune felt genuinely afraid of his sister as she stared down
poor Amor, the girl's mind seemingly being slowly ripped apart by some sort of
'warp-storm' within Rouge's gaze.
Almost as quickly as Rose had been earlier, Jaune and Amor sprinted from the
the library, leaving behind a very angry and was craving Chaos goddess in the
form of Jaune's older sister. The last thing they heard Before they made it out
of the library's twin, thick, wooden doors was a scream of unending rage and a
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD-JAUNE!"
Chapter End Notes
     Maxaro: Reviews are, of course, always welcome.
     This chapter had been beta-read by LethalFate and myself. Thanks for
     the help, buddy!
***** Chapter 11 *****
Something was going on with Jaune. Or had just gone on with him. Merron could
feel it. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and there was a very
distracting ache slowly building between her thighs as she sat trying to focus
on her teacher's history lesson. She wanted to pay attention, she really did,
but with her mind so occupied with thoughts of Jaune and what he might be doing
she just couldn't. Her head just became filled with questions whenever she
tried to focus on anything that the teacher said.
 
What was Jaune doing? Who was he doing it with? Where was he? Why was he doing
this even though Violet had said they shouldn't? Was he even with one of them?
Had some other girl taken him away from them? Why wasn’t he with  her ?
 
Merron wasn't usually the jealous type, but when the thought of Jaune being
with some random girl and not her or one of their sisters emerged in her head,
she couldn't help but feel that black, dangerous emotion begin to bubble and
boil within her chest. Jaune wasn't theirs, he wasn’t anyone’s, and she'd been
one of the first to accept that, but still that didn't change the fact that she
loved him— alot —and she didn't want him to be with someone other than her or
one of their sisters.
 
'Please don't let it be that Amor girl...'  she thought unhappily as she rubbed
her legs together to alleviate some of the heat between them. Thankfully, for
her, that was the moment that both Jaune and Amor chose to return to the
classroom, only Jaune looking like he'd just been through something.
 
When he sat down next to Merron in his seat and gave her a slightly tired
smile, the brunette could feel her heart be filled with that special warmth
that only he could create within her, letting her finally relax. At least
somewhat. She still knew he'd done things with someone after all.
 
The feeling just grew more intense as she tried to focus harder on the words
coming out of her teacher's mouth, her chest tightening as she came to realize
who he had returned with and just what that could mean. Just because Jaune was
the only one looking flustered, didn’t mean Amor couldn’t have done something
to him. Though, if he really  had  done things with her, Merron was sure he
would at least tell them; or rather,  one  of them. She would have to ask
Violet, later, but for now all she knew was a fact. One, small, simple fact...
 
She had came in her panties, and it was Jaune's fault.
 
She wished she could say that he was directly responsible for it, but he
wasn't, and that really was the problem at the moment. Despite how petty it may
be, Merron couldn’t help but eye Amor with thinly disguised hatred, hoping to
all that was holy Jaune didn't notice. She felt the black feeling swell in time
with her heartbeat, which only seemed to grow faster and faster every single
moment she dwelt on the subject. But nothing seemed to take her focus off of
it.
 
Desperate for any sort of action, Merron thought about raising her hand,
leaving to take a bathroom break. Maybe the walk there would take her mind off
of it, maybe it would help her. However, in the end she did nothing, and just
sat through class staring with disdain at anything and everything. Sometimes
someone. Though never at Jaune.
 
She turned to look at Jaune as the bell rang and class finished up. He was a
lot more calm now, and from the looks of it he didn't seem to be very
interested in talking with Amor again. Indeed, the first thing he did after
packing away his things was run to Merron, a bright smile on his face as he
swung his backpack over his shoulder.
 
"You wanna get a head-start, sis? If we leave now we might be able to play a
few rounds of Underlook before everyone else gets home," Jaune said, a clear
hope in his voice that she agreed with him. Merron smiled back at him and
nodded her head.
 
"Of course, that sounds like fun," she agreed happily. But it was only in tone.
She could only stare at that smile of his. Thinking about how it probably
wasn't just her that could make him smile like that.
 
The trip back to their home was, for the most part, uneventful. At least for
one person.
 
For Jaune, there was nothing special about this walk. He'd done it hundreds of
times by now and he'd do it hundreds of times more, he was sure, and after what
had happened with both Rose and then Rouge in the library, he was glad things
were calming down. He needed to make sure to relax, even if he wanted nothing
more than to just have fun with his sisters, Violet had been very clear on
that. She'd told him that, on no uncertain terms, that he wasn't allowed to not
think about himself and his own needs—regardless of what they might ask of
him—and Jaune planned to follow that order. He never wanted to disappoint his
oldest sister after all, especially when she was looking out for him.
 
Merron, on the other hand, spent the walk fighting with her emotions and
thoughts. Her emotions and heart, only strengthened by the feeling of him
holding her hand while they walked, told her that she had every right to not
want Jaune to hook up with some random floozy like Amor, and that hating the
girl with an intensity that would make Rouge proud for clearly liking her
brother in a way similar to her was  completely  justified. Her thoughts and
brain, however, who were more pragmatic and sensible when it came to the
subject, didn't exactly agree. Which lead to an internal war. A war that would
have given Merron one hell of a headache had it not been for the miracle cure
that was talking with Jaune about anything. Just hearing his voice as he talked
about X-Ray and Vav made a ceasefire take place inside her warring self, and
she felt truly blessed to have someone as amazing as him as a brother.
 
In the end, there was only one thing that Merron's emotions and thoughts could
agree on, with some help from the area betwixt her thighs that was becoming
increasingly stimulated as her moist panties rubbed against her core; she
wanted Jaune. She wanted him to touch her, like he had everyone else. Like he
had someone today. She wanted to feel like everyone else had felt. Before, when
they had first kissed in the closet she hadn't been ready for something like
that , but now, after everything that had happened between them as a family,
that had changed. She was ready now. And even if Violet had said they should
try to figure things out some more before the situation became crazy again,
Merron felt a need that could be satisfied by one person and one person only:
 
Jaune Arc.
 
She just needed to talk to him about it... which she knew would be difficult,
considering how inexperienced she was regarding the subject.
 
Letting out an inaudible sigh, Merron resigned herself to not finding release
on this day, instead giving Jaune's hand a small squeeze as they approached the
driveway to their house and giving him a small peck on the lips before they
both walked inside and sat down to play Underlook.
 
XXX
 
Merron sat with her legs crossed and her arms folded underneath her modest
chest, openly staring at her brother from her place on the floor as he flipped
through his textbook with a sodden expression on his face. Whatever was going
on inside that mind of his she, she wanted to know. But she also felt like
asking would do nothing but ruin the comfortable atmosphere that held dominion
over the room.
 
Besides, it was probably just something having to do with school.
 
She looked back down to her own textbook with a small grimace. She didn't want
to work right now, she wanted to talk. She wanted to figure things out. She
wanted to focus on herself, and her own feelings, rather than focus on some
stupid schoolwork. Yes it may have been important, but she couldn't understand
half of it anyway.
 
She bit her lip and looked at the TV that was left on purely for ambience, and
smiled as an old familiar episode of a sitcom played on the screen. Life was so
much more simple in a sitcom. Everything was resolved in the end, and there
were never really complicated situations. If only life could be more like that,
instead.
 
She went back to staring at Jaune, wondering if he was having any more luck
with the work than she was, but thinking about him in general lead to her
thinking about other things. Namely, what happened in school just a few days
ago.
 
Her chest tightened for the umpteenth time and her hand went up to play with
her hair. She flipped her ponytail over the front of her shoulder and started
running her fingers through it as her breathing picked up.
 
Jaune seemed to sense her distress immediately.
 
"Sis?" he asked softly, straightening his back and getting up. He took a seat
next to her, and her fingers started running through her hair even faster than
before. "What's the matter?"
 
He got closer to her, his arm brushing up against hers. At the skin on skin
contact, Merron let out a sharp exhale of breath and tensed up, making Jaune
back away swiftly. She regretted it instantly. She shook her head and let out a
sigh.
 
"Jaune, I-..." she choked up, unsure of what to say next as her fingers finally
fell away from her hair, "I can't stop thinking."
 
"About what?" Jaune asked her, his voice still gentle, his hand shuffling
towards hers to give it what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. He couldn't
help much with what his dad always called 'girl problems', but he still wanted
to do something if his sister was upset.
 
"A-about..." Merron started shakily, seeking refuge in the feeling of Jaune's
hand encompassing her smaller one. "About what happened a few days ago... in
the library..."
 
As his sister's words met his ears and registered within his mind, Jaune's
expression turned downright ashen, his skill in the art of the pokerface being
nonexistent still. His mouth fell open slightly as he tried to come up with a
response, his mind becoming a disjointed mess when the thought of what would
happen if Merron told Violet what he'd done made itself known. He could just
imagine how disappointed she'd be in him if she found out, and the mere thought
almost made him panic.
 
"W-w-what are y-you talking about, s-sis?!" he tried to say in a even tone,
though it ended out coming out nervous and guilty. He'd always been awful at
lying.
 
"Please don't act like you don't know what I mean, Jaune..." Merron replied
quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest as her eyes became downcast. She
hated knowing that her brother was trying to lie to her, something he almost
never did usually. "I know you and someone else were having... you know,  fun
in the library that day. I just want to know what happened." ‘ Who it was
with…’
 
Hearing Merron's downright dejected voice made Jaune feel awful as he tried to
come up with a way to make everyone happy and Vi not disappointed in him. He
hated lying to people, his family especially, but what choice did he have in a
situation like this? What could he say or do to keep Merron from being upset
after all-...
 
Then it hit him. He got an idea. It wasn't the greatest plan in the world, but
he just couldn't stand to look at his twin sister looking so miserable.
 
With a sigh and another squeeze to Merron's hand, Jaune decided to tell the
truth, lest he make her even more upset. "I've kinda been teaching Rosie how to
kiss better, and we got a little caught up when practicing in the library. We
both started feeling funny and then things just kept going, but then Rouge
interrupted us and made Rose run away before she... well... she put her hand in
my pants. I'm sorry I lied! I'll do anything if you don't say anything to Vi, I
promise! Anything at all!"
 
"Jaune," started Merron in shock, not being at all ready for the sudden shift
in mood. She had only brought it up because she wanted to know what happened,
she hadn't expected Jaune to feel  guilty  of all things. In fact, she wasn't
even feeling upset anymore. Knowing it was Rose and Rouge, and not someone
else, it made her chest loosen, it made her feel less heavy. She wanted to
smile and tell him that it was alright, that he didn't need to do anything at
all because it didn't even matter.
 
But something stopped her.
 
Jaune’s promise...  anything at all  was... it sounded nice. To the part of
Merron’s mind that kept telling her it wasn't one of their sisters, that it was
just some other girl, it sounded absolutely lovely. She couldn't help but think
about that. About the things she could make him do. She wouldn't have to feel
jealous at all. She could feel happy, she could be the one he focused on for
once. They could connect—better than any twins ever had before.
 
They could do...  things. Incredible things.
 
Upon her fair cheeks, an intense blush broke out, and Merron had to resist the
urge to hide her face from Jaune's pleading eyes. She wanted to say that she
didn't know where these thoughts had come from, but she did know. They'd been
building inside her for a long time now, ever since she kissed Jaune in that
closet, and this most recent drama had only stirred up the thoughts more. She
was in love with her twin brother, she loved him more than anyone in the world,
everyone in their family aside from their parents knew that, and she really
wanted to make use of that anything he'd offered in a way she doubted he'd been
prepared for. Even now, her body was starting to heat up, and the emotions she
felt through her bond with Jaune only made that heat smoulder ever hotter. She
could feel that he really was sorry about having had to lie to her, that lying
to her made him feel like scum, and knowing that made Merron's heart beat
faster. It was just another example of how much Jaune cared about her—about all
of them.
 
Taking a deep breath as she finally settled on what to do, Merron let her
emotions take over fully. She wanted Jaune. Needed him. And, well, in a way, he
was offering to do things like what she was about to suggest, he might just not
know it.
 
"I promise I won't tell Vi anything if you do something special for me,
Jaune..." Merron said after one last moment of contemplation.
 
"Anything," Jaune replied hopefully as his eye shone with relief.
 
Once again, she blushed, before letting go of her knees and getting up off the
floor. She offered her hand to Jaune, who took it without hesitation, and
easily pulled him up. Though she didn’t let go of his hand.
 
“Come with me…” Merron said softly as her blush continued to bloom brightly,
pulling at Jaune’s arm to get him to follow her as she made her way to the
stairs, leaving their homework in the living room. They ascended the staircase
together in silence and made their way into their shared room without any
distractions along the way.
 
As soon as the door closed behind him, Merron let go of Jaune’s hand and leaned
forward to pull him onto his bed by his shirt. When her knees hit the edge of
the bed, she sat down on it and just continued to pull him in even further, so
that Jaune was almost on top of her, and kissed him. It wasn't a very intense
kiss, but when she pulled away from him, Merron could tell that Jaune might
have figured out what it was she wanted. There was a look of realization on his
face now, his mouth hanging slightly agape, and when she spoke up once again,
he was clearly listening intently.
 
"I want you to make me feel good, Jaune. Like what you and Rose did. And what
you and Blanc did. I want you to do, you know,  that  to me. Please."
 
The quiet, still slightly embarrassed, yet needy tone that Merron spoke in sent
a tingle up Jaune's spine, and while he hadn't expected  this  to be what she
asked of him in return for her silence, he would never so much as think about
turning her down.
 
"Okay..." he said just as quietly, smiling down at his twin sister, before he
was pulled into another kiss by Merron.
 
The kiss lasted all but a few seconds before Merron felt the connection she
shared with Jaune intensify the feeling it gave her; she felt her cheeks heat
up even more as she pulled him closer, the heat already making her hungrier for
the affection that he was so ready to give. Her hands found his sides and she
pulled him down closer as he deepened the kiss.
 
This was as far as they had ever gone before. Now they would be going further,
and thankfully there was no one stop them. Convenient family trips were great
like that. She grabbed him by his shirt collar and let out a whine of pleasure
as his tongue licked her lips. She permitted him entry immediately, feeling the
searing hot passion that he was radiating already across her lips.
 
Her lips weren't the only things burning with passion though, her stomach was
twisting into knots, she felt a bit like she was going to lose her mind; in a
good way of course. She ran her hands up his sides and let out a loud mewl of
happiness and ecstasy as his hands moved down to the hem of her sweater and
then went under, touching her bare skin, making electricity course through her
entire being.
 
"J-Jaune..." Merron moaned out, retreating from the kiss for a moment's
respite, allowing herself only a small breath before going back for more. Every
single moment that their tongues mingled was heaven of the purest kind. Her
hands went lower, grabbing Jaune’s ass as his hands went higher. She let out a
gasp onto his lips as his hands touched a certain sensitive spot near her
breasts.
 
"Sis, I uh..." Jaune started warily, pulling away slightly just to make sure
that she wanted him to continue on with his actions. The enthusiastic nod and
begging whine were more than enough for him.
 
Jaune had in no way predicted this would be where he'd end up when he sat down
to study with Merron only half an hour earlier, but now that he was here, he
was planning on making the most of it. Merron had already promised to stay
quiet about what he, Rose, and Rouge had done in the library, and he'd be lying
if he said he didn't like doing this with his sisters. Regardless of whether he
pleasured them, they played with him, or they experienced pleasure together,
Jaune had begun to fantasize and dream about doing these sorts of things more
and more recently. It just felt so good, and it made his sisters so happy. To
him, there was no better combination in the world.
 
Merron looked so cute as she laid beneath him, a visible flush of pink covering
her cheeks still, and Jaune could feel the effects kissing his sisters usually
did to his body, the slowly increasing size of the tent in his pants showing
his growing arousal. Right now, though, that didn't matter. Merron had told him
to make her feel good, and Jaune was going to focus on that and that alone
before he thought about himself. Now that he'd gotten the okay signal from her,
he felt more sure about what to do, all the training he'd gotten from Vi, Noir,
and Blanc paying off.
 
It was now his turn to lean forward and capture Merron's soft lips in a kiss,
his hands continuing to hike her off-white sweater further and further up her
developing body, the lack of a t-shirt underneath surprising him for just the
smallest of moments before he focused back on using his tongue like both Rouge
and Noir had seemed to like so much when he'd kissed them; and by the moan
escaping Merron's lips, he figured she liked it too.
 
Inch by inch, Jaune pushed Merron's sweater up, until, finally, he felt the
edge of her frilly, cream colored bra, and his hands could experimentally cover
the malleable breasts of his twin sister. Right away, he could tell that she
was bigger than both Blanc and Rose, but not nearly as large as either Verte or
Vi. She was right in the middle in terms of size, just behind Noir, but he
quickly got the thought out of his head, cupping Merron's soft mounds instead;
an action that provided him with another heavenly moan.
 
"You're so pretty, you know that?" Jaune half asked, half stated, making his
twin sister squirm a little under his touch. The look in her eyes edged him on,
and Merron herself, if she could have used her words in that very instance,
would have verbally done the same thing. She settled for looking desperate,
something he seemed to like, and despite the fact that this was more for her,
she wanted him to have just as much fun.
 
"Th-thank you..." she bit her lip as Jaune went back down to kiss her some
more, pushing more firmly against her breasts and feeling more like her bra was
starting to annoy him every second. He was so close to getting to feel her,
just one layer of clothing remained. But he couldn't really deny that that made
it better right now.
 
Just looking down at Merron; her sweater pushed up enough to hide part of her
blushing face in the collar of it, revealing her cute bra to the world, with
the rest of her clothes as disheveled as can be. It was an amazing thing to
see. Jaune pulled away, and just for a moment pulled his hands away too. She
sighed as he started to kiss her yet again, his hands going to her hair and
undoing her ponytail.
 
She had nearly forgotten about that.
 
He took just a minute to admire her as her hair fell down into a free flowing
mess against the bed. Their was just something about seeing her like this that
turned him on. She looked hot, breathing heavily and begging with her eyes for
something more, something extra. His eyes wandered all over her body, and they
stopped at her pants. Jaune smirked, and all the experience that smirk belied
made Merron pause.
 
He looked so fucking sexy smirking like that. She needed him to hurry, the heat
in her stomach was growing hotter by the second, and she was starting to feel
all...  squishy  down there.
 
This feeling of heat and warmth inside her was different from any she'd felt
when Jaune had been with someone else. It was far stronger than before and
something about it just felt more  special  to her, and it only took a moment
for Merron to come up with a reason that she couldn't help but think was
correct. This heat was special because Jaune had caused it  directly . He'd
brought it forth by touching and kissing her, not someone else, and that
thought made her heart flutter.
 
"Jaune..." she whispered breathlessly as she gazed up at him, a shiver passing
through her at the almost hungry look he gave her when his eyes met hers. "I
love you. Do you love me too?"
 
Her question made Jaune blink in confusion for just a second, his mind trying
to figure out if she was actually being serious. Regardless, he only had one
answer for her as his hands slowly ran down to the hem of her pants, his
fingers dragging lightly over her cute tummy on the way there. "Of course I
love you, sis. I love you more than anything in the entire world, I promise,"
he declared earnestly.
 
Merron smiled happily at those words, the feeling of warmth and heat inside her
only increasing as Jaune began to pull her trousers down slowly, stopping once
he'd reached mid thigh as her blush remained firmly on her cheeks. She opened
her mouth to say something, but before she could form the words, her breath
left her in a sudden gasp as Jaune's hands snaked around her torso, lifting her
up, and unhooked the clasp to her bra; subsequently causing the blush on her
cheeks to darken by several shades of pink. Instinctively, she covered her
modest chest with her arms, though when she felt Jaune's familiar, soft hands
land on her wrists and his heated gaze met hers, Merron let him easily pull
them away, revealing her to a boy for the first time in her life.
 
"I-I know they're not the biggest but-" she started to say before being cut off
by a small peck from Jaune. He didn't even need to say anything, and she knew
he wouldn't. She didn't need reassuring, the expression he held said it all.
They were everything he had hoped they would be, and even maybe more. She
started breathing a bit more softly. Her stomach still burned along wit her
cheeks but she was calm. "I need you," she said in a whisper. Jaune just
answered by pulling her pants down a little more. Not all the way, not past her
knees.
 
She gasped when his hands found the hem of her panties, not being used to
having someone touch her anywhere close to there. She flinched a bit, and her
body jerked in response to it, but having expected that reaction Jaune
continued along as if nothing had happened.
 
As Jaune pulled her panties down, he saw everything he expected to see. She
didn't shave, but she had only recently started growing any hair it seemed. It
was cute, in a way. Jaune loved it. As he pulled them down even further he held
in his breath, smiling as he slowly, inch by inch, revealed Merron’s cute
little pussy.
 
He could smell her, he could see her sensitive flesh shining in the light from
her arousal. It was so exciting just knowing that it belonged to Merron, and
that he was going to be tasting her. How would she taste, he wondered.
 
Upon looking up to her face, he saw she was covering it completely with her
hands. He couldn't see her eyes, her reaction. He wanted to though, oh so
desperately. He moved up closer to her, and kissed her hands before moving them
away slowly, seeing her wide eyes and letting out a satisfied noise. He could
see every emotion in them clear as day, and it was absolutely wonderful.
 
She wasn't nervous, or anxious, just stunned, and very happy.
 
"Sis, What do you want me to do first?" he asked with a small smile, not being
able to resist leaning in and giving her a soft, quick kiss before she could
answer.
 
"I-I'm not really sure..." Merron breathed out quietly, taking solace in
Jaune's closeness, the mere knowledge that  he  was here with her, that it was
he  who was going to be doing this with her and no one else acting like a rock
to keep her nerves from taking over again. She wasn't lying when she said she
needed him, there was a fire alight inside her now that would surely consume
her if it wasn't tended to. And the only one she wanted to tend to it was
Jaune. Him and him alone. Because, when it came to matters like this, he was
the only one Merron had ever loved.
 
"I'll do anything you want..." Jaune said back to her with a reassuring voice,
his smile not faltering in the slightest as he hovered over his twin sister's
beautiful body.
 
"I-I..." she started a little shakily, looking away from Jaune's crystalline,
ocean blue eyes. "I've never really touched a-anything down there… I just push
it against something... I wouldn't know where to start..."
 
The revelation caused Jaune's eyes to widen slightly, he was actually surprised
to hear that Merron was so green in the terms of pleasure. Even he had
masturbated before, even if it didn't at all compare to what his sisters made
him feel, but in the end he figured it didn't really matter. He'd picked up
enough from Violet, Noir, Blanc, and Rose to be able to do this without anyone
instructing him just what to do, or at least he hoped as much. He wanted to
make sure Merron felt as good as possible if this really was her first time
experiencing sex of any kind.
 
"Maybe just start with rubbing it...?" Merron suggested after a moment, only
now looking back to meet Jaune's gaze. "That's supposed to feel really nice
according to Vi."
 
Jaune only smiled a little wider before leaning down and kissing her deeply
again, his tongue dancing slowly around hers as one of his hands landed on her
chest and slowly wandered down across her stomach towards her heated, wet core.
 
She closed her eyes tightly as Jaune's hand grew closer and closer, squirming
about slightly as she anticipated the feeling. She knew only that there would
be a rush of pleasure. She had never experienced it correctly, she had never
had the fire burn this heatedly before. She gasped out as Jaune finally made
contact, the feeling being a bit more subdued than she had initially thought;
that made her sigh in relief. She could breathe through this at least. She
wouldn't always be a panting mess.
 
The kiss continued to grow more intense as Jaune slowly started to rub her
lips, dragging his fingers gently across her sensitive flesh. Her arousal was
so intense that he couldn't believe it - none of his sisters had been this wet.
She cried out in the kiss as he very gently spread her pussy open with his
middle and ring fingers, causing him to smile. She must have liked that a lot.
He took note and moved to kiss her neck. After all, you can't go wrong with the
classics, as he had learned. There were specific spots that always worked. At
least until he found those spots of hers that no one else shared.
 
Like that one spot from earlier, just below her right breast.
 
"Jaune~!" she moaned out loudly, almost musically as he moved to kiss it, his
hand still working her like she desperately craved down below. "Oh go-gosh..."
she slowly moved her head back and forth, shifting constantly as if she just
couldn't sit still. It was an impossibility. there was just no way she could be
expected to be stagnant at a time like this.
 
There was no urgency in Jaune's actions, no matter how much she squirmed and
writhed underneath her touch. To her, it didn't even remotely matter that, in
reality, her brother wasn't even close to what anyone would consider
experienced  at sex, or that the movements of his hand were novice at best.
Merron thought it felt better than anything in her life regardless.
 
From to bottom of her folds to the crown, Jaune rubbed up and down, no real
rhythm yet as he kept listening to Merron to see just where it seemed to feel
best for her, all his hours playing video games listening to the telltale sound
effects that heralded a grenade or special attack helping him find focus on the
small things that made his sister whimper and moan especially hard. Within his
own trousers, his cock stood as erect as ever, the head of his hard member
rubbing against the fabric of his underwear each time he moved his hips even a
little. It wasn't much, especially compared to what his sisters had helped him
experience, but it still served as a distraction from his mission; pleasing
Merron as much as possible.
 
As such, for just a moment, Jaune pulled his hand away from her folds, his
fingers glistening with her juices, causing Merron to whine at the sudden
disappearance of pleasure, but she quickly quieted down as she watched him
unzip his pants and pull down his trousers and underwear just enough for his
cock to be revealed to the outside world, before his full attention returned to
his sister and his fingers spread her lips once more.
 
Merron couldn't help but stare at her twin brother's dick. She'd seen it
before, of course, sometimes by accident when they were switching off who got
to use the showers, but never had she seen it actively  revealed  to her and
her alone. To her, it looked big, very big, though she didn't have any sort of
reference to compare it to, and the thought of it maybe going inside her was
creating a strange mix of trepidation and excitement in her mind. Before she
could focus on it too long, though, her eyes were involuntarily shut and a mewl
emerged from her lips as Jaune's middle finger pushed and rubbed against her
sensitive clit. The sudden surge of pleasure made her hips push against his
hand and her back to arch slightly, progressively louder moans escaping her
until they became loud enough for her to become frightened someone would hear
them.
 
It didn't matter that the two of them were home alone for at least another hour
while the rest of the family were out shopping for the weekend, Merron still
felt embarrassed about her loudness.
 
To abate this issue, she swiftly bit down on the bunched up collar of her beige
sweater, just in time for another bout of cries to be muffled as something wet
trailed up from the underside of one of her breasts.
 
Jaune's tongue.
 
Jaune himself was feeling more confident by the second as he only somewhat
clumsily continued to tease and rub his sister's love bundle, the utterly
unique taste of Merron's skin meeting his tastebuds as he slowly traced a line
around her invitingly erect nipple. He remembered both Violet and Blanc
enjoying this, even if he didn't really understand how the action felt good,
and from the, unfortunately muffled, gasp Merron let out he was sure she liked
it too. He didn't want to tease his twin for too long though, albeit
unintentionally at certain parts, so he moved his hand slightly downward—away
from her little clit—and began to slowly insert his middle finger into Merron.
Just like when Blanc had let him explore her pussy.
 
What Jaune failed to realize, however, was just how much age difference
mattered in these situation, and for the first time with any of his sisters, he
was forced to hear a  very  uncomfortable sound.
 
Merron crying out in pain.
 
It hadn't really been like this before, it had been simple and easy. He had
just inserted his finger (or otherwise) and then they both felt pleasure. He
had made his sisters feel good so many times in this way, and he was so sure it
would feel good for his precious twin sister.
 
But her cries were alarming, and they made him cringe in fear. Though, as soon
as she cried out, she went silent. There was only a small moment where they
both breathed in and out softly, and slowly. Jaune looked down hesitantly, and
jumped when he saw a bit of blood on his finger, and her vagina. It very nearly
made him pull out of her and call the whole thing off.
 
But the moan Merron gave when he tried to do so stopped him dead in his tracks.
It was such a sweet sound, and it couldn't have come from someone in pain.
 
"P-please, Jaune, please keep going. I'm okay, now, I swear, just... keep
going," pleaded Merron, her eyes sparkling with love and lust and everything in
between. "Just keep going, unless I specifically tell you to stop."
 
He couldn't exactly say no, so he continued; albeit slowly, and cautiously this
time.
 
He wondered exactly what had happened, and that's when it hit him. He had been
such an idiot to assume she was like the others. Violet had taught him so much,
how could he have forgotten such a simple design of the female anatomy? There
was a chance she wouldn't have one anyway, but the chance that she would have
one was still there. And because he didn't think before acting, he had hurt
her.
 
He could have made it painless, but he didn't. He hurried along recklessly.
 
Merron noticed his expression and brought a hand to his cheek, bringing his
gaze to her eyes as she smiled.
 
"I'm sorry, sis..." he whispered remorsefully, but Merron just shook her head
at his apology, guiding him down so she could give him a quick kiss.
 
"Don't worry, Jaune, it only hurt for a second, I promise. I'm glad... I'm
glad, if anyone, you're the one to break it." Her words made relief wash over
Jaune, and promised himself he'd make sure every move he made from here on out
would be as perfect as could be. He wanted to make up for making Merron feel
pain when he'd promised to give her pleasure.
 
Carefully this time, he pushed his middle finger into the warm, moist depths of
Merron's pussy, feeling her walls tighten and twitch around the digit the
further he went. He made sure he kept a close watch on Merron's face too,
stopping whenever her expression turned into one of discomfort, until he
finally had his whole finger inside her. It was a weird feeling for both of
them; Merron because she'd never actually pushed anything into herself before
and Jaune because Merron's insides were far tighter than either of Blanc or
Vi's.
 
One thing was overwhelming Merron's mind far more than it was Jaune's, though,
and that was the pleasure her brother's finger caused her. It felt amazing, any
pain being erased in a millisecond by the sweet sensations, and when Jaune
began to slowly curl his finger inside her, she bit down on her lip to silence
her moan of bliss before finding the collar of her sweater again. She could
only continue to moan as Jaune pulled his finger out of from her tight pussy,
scraping it lightly along her walls on the way out, while his mouth tentatively
returned to her left breast.
 
Despite his best attempts at only focusing on his sister, Jaune couldn't help
but feel his own need for pleasure begin to spike as he gently pushed his
middle back into Merron's warm insides, his own eyes closing as he took one of
her cute, pink nipples into his mouth, gently sucking and prodding at it with
his tongue. Almost instinctively, his free hand, which had up until now been
massaging the underside of Merron's right mound, moved downward and Jaune
didn't even notice that there was no long her a softness beneath his palm until
he felt his own hand close around the length of his dick, giving it a slow,
instinctive stroke.
 
He let out a soft groan again Merron's chest at the sensation, still slowly
fingering her, not able to bring himself to stop masturbating once he'd
started.
 
It was just too good, seeing Merron in this state, undressed, even partially
(which he had to admit made it so much more amazing for whatever reason), was
one of the best moments he had experienced thus far. Merron meant so much to
him; they all did, but she was always closer to him emotionally than any of the
others.
 
Anyone just looking in from the outside would say that he and Noir were the
closest of all the Arc kids, and while they certainly were the closest, they
were close in their own special way; and that was really how it was for all of
them. They all had their own special connections with one another, and the
emotional connection between Jaune and Merron was one none of the others could
possibly understand.
 
He’d never thought about or questioned it much growing up, he’d just accepted
it as a part of being twins, but now he understood just what  it  did. The
connection multiplied everything tenfold; the feelings felt, the pleasures
experienced. Being together seemed to increase the power over the odd
phenomena, and Jaune felt it for the first time (at least in a more clear, up
front way).
 
He felt his heart hammer in his chest, giving her nipple one last lick before
letting go of it, moving up her body, subconsciously licking his lips as he
leaned in and delivered the sweetest kiss he could to Merron's sweet, soft
lips.
 
"Sis... you're so soft down there..."
 
Something about the way Jaune said those words and then looked at her as they
broke their kiss made Merron feel a blush creeping to her cheeks, and she
averted her gaze from Jaune's cobalt eyes. It was... it was so strange and
amazing the things she was feeling right now. It felt so right, yet something
as small as a compliment from Jaune could make her feel so weirdly embarrassed.
Though that didn't mean she didn't love hearing him say it.
 
The sound of Jaune letting out a small groan made Merron's eyes turn back to
face her brother again and she almost let out a gasp at the way his features
were scrunched up in pleasure. At first she was confused as to what was causing
him to feels so good, but then her gaze lowered, and suddenly her blush flared
up again. Jaune was masturbating—his hand moving up and down his hard member at
a slowly building pace—Merron realized, and it wasn't until another cry of
pleasure left her lips that she understood just what he was masturbating to.
 
Her . The image of her writhing and crying out in bliss underneath his touch.
It was that made Jaune want to play with himself, even as he continued to
carefully thrust his middle finger into her, causing her own body to continue
being exposed to the almost overwhelmingly good sensations.
 
Merron wanted to say something at this revelation, anything, but she didn't
have the chance as Jaune's thumb brushed against her clit and her hips bucked
against his hand as more pleasure flooded her almost overloaded system. Jaune,
observant even whilst his own mind was filled with blissful feelings from his
ministrations to himself, noticed the response he got from his sister, and he
deliberately sought out the little button of sensitive nerves topping her sex
like he had before.
 
It was almost like an explosion when he touched, it was as if her entire life
flashed before her eyes, or like she died and came back to life in an instant.
It felt so absolutely wonderful that she almost came immediately. Jaune
touching himself just made it all so much more amazing, and she felt that he
didn't even need to put it inside of her right now. If he willed it so, they
would cum right now. She would buck her hips into the air and cry out his name,
and he would cum all over her.
 
All over her chest, her face, her hair; she would be so dirty, so messy, but
something told her it would feel so amazing. A part of her wanted him to cum on
her, anywhere, she didn't care as long as she felt it against her skin. They
could go all the way anytime, they had years and years together after all.
This... this was so much more special. At least to her.
 
"Merron... s-sis..." Jaune moaned out, increasing the pace of his hand as he
started to finger her even faster. His thumb suddenly stopped dead, as if he'd
lost all control of everything but his finger, which was still going in and out
like a piston.
 
"J-Jaune, oh god..." she cried as she replaced his thumb with her own hand,
running at her clit with an intensity and speed she never thought herself
capable of. Jaune bit his lip as he watched her hand move, the action being
more erotic than anything he could have ever dreamed.
 
With a loud, shuddering mewl, Merron finally came, her back arching against the
bedsheets and her bottom lips becoming trapped between her teeth on instinct.
The swirl of pleasure and other emotions surging through her mind was
incredible, far better than anything she'd felt through her and Jaune's
connection alone, and she was so happy that the first time she got to
experience all of this for real was with her beloved twin brother. As soon as
she'd reached her limit, Jaune had stopped thrusting his finger into her,
letting her ride out her orgasm all on her own, but Merron couldn't fault him
at all for that; he didn't know how to extend an orgasm after all.
 
With a pelvis still twitching against her brother's hand, Merron collapsed
fully on Jaune's bed, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she came down from her
climactic finish, her eyes opening slowly to look at Jaune himself as he stared
down at her with those almost shimmering sapphire gemstones he called eyes.
They were filled with many emotions; wonder, happiness, lust, but the one that
shone the brightest out of all of them was  love . And Merron couldn't feel
happier seeing him look at her like that.
 
However, she wasn't able to look at Jaune's entrancing eyes for too long before
they closed and he let out a shuddering moan of his own, Merron only now
remembering that he too had been on the edge of orgasm. It seemed like he'd
stopped himself from masturbating to ensure that she'd cum, but now he was back
to it again, his hand stroking his hard shaft at a rapid pace.
 
Leaning back and practically presenting her half-bared body to him, Merron
smiled at Jaune's pleasured expression, feeling excitement fluttering like
butterflies inside her stomach at what's to come, and when he finally jerked
his hips forward a little and pressed his chin against his chest, groaning
something unintelligible, Merron spread her arms slightly in an almost
welcoming gesture.
 
"C-cumming...!" Jaune managed to bite out just as he let a loose few sticky
shots of cum from his cock, the creamy, white substance landing on Merron's
exposed midsection and breasts - much to his twin sister's delight.
 
It was heavenly, the feeling of the warm liquid covering her chest. It was just
a bit odd, but Merron didn't mind, she got used to it quickly. But almost just
as quickly, the pleasure of the moment wound down and the two of them just took
the time to breathe and think.
 
Most of what filled Merron's head was  'I can't believe we just did that,'  and
a steady stream of  'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god'.
 
Jaune mostly just bathed in the afterglow of one of the most intense orgasms so
far.
 
When both of their heads cleared, they looked to one another and laughed. It
was genuine, joyful, so full of light and happiness that they could only smile
and laugh louder at the sound of the others.
 
When finally the laughter subsided and fell to silence, Merron licked her lips
and looked down at her chest, the look on her face making Jaune laugh just a
bit more.
 
"Got a tissue?" she asked, and Jaune got up to clean them both up.
 
He quickly pull up his pants again and walked downstairs to the kitchen,
fetching the roll of paper standing on the dining table, resisting the urge to
just run up the stairs before he was sure his legs wouldn't fall out beneath
him.
 
When he returned to his room, he could watch as Merron laid on his bed,
examining some cum she'd most likely gathered on her fingers while he'd been
away. She had a frankly adorable look of fascination on her face, and Jaune had
to fight back the urge to giggle as she smelled the sticky liquid. Slowly,
experimentally, she parted her lips and let her tongue run over the top of her
fingers, still unawares that Jaune had returned, and her expression suddenly
turned contemplative as she took in the foreign taste. It wasn't exactly what
she'd call yummy, but it wasn't that bad either. While having a very distinct
smell, Merron's couldn't really place just what Jaune's cum tasted like; it was
like a strange mix of bitterness and salt, but not nearly as yucky as that
sounded.
 
Her deep thinking was broken as she heard a shuffle from the door to the room
and she let out a tiny squeak as she saw Jaune standing by their dresser
obviously trying not laugh. A blush quickly erupted on her cheeks as she looked
away from her now openly giggling brother, not having expected him to return as
quickly as he had.
 
"S-shut up..." she tried to snap at him, but his giggling was just too
infectious and soon enough, Merron could feel her own laughter bubbling inside
her too.
 
As his amusement subsided, Jaune made his way over to Merron and handed her the
roll of paper, sitting down next to her on the bed as she began cleaning
herself up.
 
All he could do was stare at her with more affection in his eyes than ever
before. There was always something different about his sisters after they did
something. There was always a change in the way he perceived them. They weren't
like they used to be in his mind, they were more beautiful than before, more
lovely, and much more enjoyable to be around.
 
Just the look on Merron's face as she cleaned herself off, the tired look in
her eyes, the sleepy movements, and the fact that she was still so bared for
him; it was all so... wonderful. It made his heart rate speed up yet again. But
this time he felt no urgency, or want to do anything but look.
 
He always thought she was beautiful, and the few times she had talked about
boys he had always expressed that no boy would be good enough for her. Indeed
he even felt like he wasn't good enough for her. But that look in her eyes,
beyond the sleepiness. That was contentment, and when she had told him that she
loved him he knew it to be true.
 
As she threw the now dirty paper towel into the bin beside the bed, she looked
to Jaune before finally fixing her clothes. Jaune felt just a little
disappointed when she covered herself up, but he was sure it was uncomfortable
remaining so raggled and half dressed.
 
She gently grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close.
 
"Jaune," she said softly, "I want to cuddle, like when we used to share a bed."
Jaune just nodded at the request, not being one to deny such a simple pleasure.
Especially after the things they just did.
 
It had been a long time since they had slept together, it was always when they
were very little. When Merron had grown more independent, Noir had taken her
place. But now Jaune wouldn't be surprised if Merron joined the battle that
their sisters were fighting sometime; the battle to sleep in the same bed as
him.
 
They laid down beside each other on the bed and Jaune couldn't help but feel
how different this felt compared to sleeping next to Violet or Noir. Merron was
maybe only and inch or so taller than him next to the almost full foot and foot
and a half that Vi and Noir had on him respectively, so it felt almost odd
pulling himself close to someone without being the smaller one by far. It was a
good odd though, one that helped make all his sister all the more different
from one another.
 
Merron couldn't help but yawn as she pulled herself closer to Jaune, burying
her face in his neck and taking a deep breath of his unique smell; grass, old
wood, and something she would most likely never be able to accurately place.
She loved that smell. It made her feel even more  home  than she already was
inside their house.
 
"I really love you, bro... you're the best..." she mumbled happily into his
neck, moving her face just a little so she could place a kiss on Jaune's cheek
before going right back into  her  crook.
 
"I love you too," Jaune replied just as happily, hugging his sister closer to
him. They were both beginning to feel really tired, worn out after all they had
done today, but before sleep could overtake them, the sound of a car pulling
into their driveway made its way into their ears.
 
The rest of their family was back, they both noted, though neither of them
moved an inch from their cuddling position, not even when the front door was
opened and the familiar noise of eight new people entered the house.
 
"You want to move...?" Jaune half suggested, half asked as he continued to hug
Merron, his eyes closed.
 
All he got in response was a mumbled mess of words he took as a now, followed
by a slightly clearer "Not before dinner...".
 
Jaune had no problems with that.
 
XXX
 
It was with a slightly disappointed frown on her face that Clair began to
ascend the staircase to Jaune and Merron's room. All it had taken was one look
in the livingroom and she knew that neither of her children had finished the
homework she'd said they were supposed to do while the rest of them were out
shopping, and while she didn't want to sour the coming weekend by starting it
off with a scolding, she cared too much about both Jaune and Merron's futures
to let things like this slide.
 
"Jaune, Merron, I need to talk to yo-..." she began to say as she opened the
door to their room, but she stopped herself once she could see what was inside
the room itself.
 
No matter how much her sense of responsibility wanted to scold her children,
Clair couldn't help but coo at the sight of Jaune and Merron laying together on
Jaune's bed. They looked too precious for her to be mad at them right now and
she couldn't bring herself to make them separate when they were cuddling so
adorably.
 
"Stupid motherly instincts..." she chuckled to herself as she gave both Merron
and Jaune a quick kiss on the temple before walking out of the room and gently
closing the door behind her. "You kids will be the end of me someday if you
keep being this cute..."
 
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