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      Published: 2018-02-26 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4672
****** Wishing They Never Left ******
by SaffyLee
Summary
     "Taking Control": Weiss is invited to return to Atlas by Winter and
     Willow.
     "Eternal Summer": Ruby and Summer take great pleasure in contests of
     one-upmanship.
     "Choice Gambit": After a bedside visit from Raven, Yang is left to
     decide how best to spend her convalescence.
     "Guilty Party": Blake returns to Menagerie for her father's funeral,
     and decides to take care of a grieving Kali.
     A four-part collection of multi-chapter RWBY stories, starring the
     main characters and their mothers. Features incest, futanari and
     breeding, as well as a host of story-specific kinks.
     All stories are unrelated to each other.
***** Taking Control, PT. I *****
Chapter Summary
     Winter Schnee confesses her true feelings to Weiss, her younger
     sister. Parameters must be shifted for desires to bloom, but both
     sisters are willing to be patient as they commence this bold journey
     together.
"Are you sure you can't stay longer?"
"I'm sorry," Winter Schnee said with a smile. "Maybe next time."
Weiss knew this answer was coming, but she couldn't help expressing her
disappointment. Her older sister laughed.
"Moments like this remind me of when we were kids," she said. "You'd always
pout whenever I couldn't play with you. Not that that ever stopped you from
chasing after me and hanging on to my every move."
Weiss was grateful that they had the dormitory room to themselves, if only so
her teammates had not been around to hear such embarrassing statements about
her childhood. Even so, she started picking at a loose thread on the blanket on
which they were sitting.
"It just sucks that I haven't seen you in forever … Now it finally happens and
what? It's out of nowhere at my school, and just for a few days? What is that?"
"I know it's not what either of us want, but we can't be selfish. My work is
important, as is your education. The situation would be different had you
stayed in Atlas, but I respect your decisions. And I'm proud of you for not
just going along with what Father wants. You've come to a place where you've
made wonderful friends and are doing good work."
Weiss felt the warmth bloom through her chest. Winter had always known what to
say to make her feel better.
"You pass," she said, feigning reluctance. "But promise I'll see you again
soon?"
"It's a promise."
What happened next was something that Weiss had never experienced in her
dealings with her sister.
A beat of silence passed, with the two sisters looking into each other's eyes.
Winter looked so calm, almost serene – so beautiful in the moment, sitting on
the bed across from her, a column of light streaming in through the window
behind her, making her eyes glitter and her white hair glow. It was an image
that set Weiss's heart ablaze, and she forced her eyes away, as if to take awe
or pleasure in that moment was so wrong.
But the slender hand of Winter came to caress Weiss's cheek. Weiss startled at
the contact, and almost pulled away, but then she saw Winter's eyes again, and
saw fear. Love was there as usual, but Weiss couldn't remember ever seeing her
sister as vulnerable as this. They were her own electric blue eyes, and yet not
hers at all. It paralysed her, and she did nothing to stop Winter from leaning
in and kissing her. When it happened, and she felt the soft lips of her sister
upon hers, she closed her eyes. 
Her mind screamed at her to wake up, to snap out of it – whatever it was. But
for a brief moment, she felt her heart pounding as if it would burst from her
chest. She felt something fluttering in her stomach. When Winter bit Weiss's
lip, she whimpered into the kiss and felt electricity race down her body.
Then Winter pulled away, and Weiss was dismayed to see her sister's shock.
"I-I don't know what came over me," she muttered, out of breath. "Weiss, I'm—"
"Don't say it," Weiss said.
"What?"
Weiss swallowed.
"You better not apologize after taking my first kiss. Even if you are my
sister, I won't forgive you."
Winter's face fell. She got up and shuffled over to the window, and when she
buried her face in her hands, Weiss thought she might even be sobbing. But that
would be ridiculous.
Nonetheless, Weiss was moved by seeing her reliable Winter look so shaken, so
small. She got up and joined her sister at the window, taking one of her hands
and squeezing. Still, Winter looked down at her own feet.
"Are you all right?" Weiss said softly.
It took Winter a long time to answer. But Weiss remained patient, content to
wait until her sister was willing to break the silence.
"I lied," she said finally, "when I said that I didn't know what came over me.
I wanted to do that for a long time."
She turned to Weiss and smiled, but it was shaky. Uncertain. Weiss knew that
this was a version of Winter that perhaps no one had seen, bar herself.
"I don't know when it began, exactly, having these feelings. But at some point,
I just really knew was that I missed having you in my life, and suddenly I was
thinking of touching you, and kissing you, and even doing … other things with
you. And just now, seeing you be so beautiful, I just felt like I needed to
kiss you."
Weiss smiled.
"That's very impulsive, for you."
Winter turned away again.
"Please, Weiss." Her voice wavered. "I know what you're doing. You're acting
cool with this, but I know deep down you think I'm the worst, and that I need
help."
"What? Of course not."
"Please, I don't want you to pity me. If you're going to reject me, then just
do it."
Weiss brought Winter's hand up to her lips and, without a moment's pause,
kissed each knuckle. At the touch, Winter gasped and looked at her again.
"I feel like somehow, our roles have been reversed," Weiss said with a smile.
"It's not like you to be so nervous. Or so ignorant – can't you hear me?"
She guided her sister's hand down to her chest, held her palm against her left
breast. Blushing furiously, she closed her eyes, hoping that Winter could feel
her heart. 
"I'll admit: I wasn't expecting this," she said. "The idea of us being together
is new to me; we're sisters. But ever since you kissed me, I can only think
about doing it more."
Winter looked awestruck.
"I love you," she said, as if no other words were needed.
                                    *******
It had been six weeks since Winter had confessed to her, and since that day,
they had been communicating regularly. Sometimes, they would chat about the
everyday minutiae of their respective lives. 
Other times were more serious. They were both still coming to terms with the
changed nature of their relationship, and reassurances about what they were
doing were welcomed by both sides.
One afternoon saw Weiss alone in the room when Winter called.
"Hey, you."
"Winter. How are you?"
"Off-duty. You?"
"I've got some time. I'm alone right now."
"In bed?"
Weiss perked up at that. She went over to her bed and sunk down onto it,
leaning back against the headboard and stretching her legs out. 
"Maybe. You?"
"Hmm? Let's see."
In less than a minute, Weiss's scroll beeped with an incoming media file. She
put her sister on speaker and opened it. She almost dropped the scroll when the
image loaded.
"Whoa," she muttered.
"Like what you see?" came Winter's voice. The picture she'd sent had been taken
with the camera positioned on her stomach. Winter was laid back in bed,
smirking down at the lens. Her hair was down, and the only clothing in sight
was a lacy, powder-blue bra that left little of her D-cup breasts to the
imagination.
In the past, Weiss had been foolishly jealous of her sister's chest. This
feeling was very different to that. She was now very aware of the fact that her
legs were slightly spread. Even though she was still dressed as usual, and with
the tulle in her skirt, the thought of being seen in such a position was
invigorating.
"Damn, Winter."
"Want to see more?"
Before Weiss could reply, another image came through. Another picture of Winter
in bed, this one taken from just atop her breasts. Winter was wearing lacy,
matching blue panties, and she'd even stuck her thumb in the waistband,
exposing just the tiniest extra bit of forbidden skin. Weiss ate up every
detail, from the curves of her sister's tits, to her toned abs, and to that
merciless panty shot.
She had to stop herself from drooling. Now she was itching to take off her
clothes, to join her sister in this state.
"How are you doing now?" came Winter's voice again, rasping through the speaker
and over Weiss's skin.
Weiss groaned. "You're killing me."
"Show me, Weiss."
That was all the permission she needed. She shrugged out of her bolero, and
fumbled briefly with the zipper of her dress before finding success. She tossed
her garments to the foot of the bed, and was left in her own light-blue
underwear. 
As she fumbled to undo her bra, she said, "I'll give you everything."
"No, don't."
"What?"
"There's a reason I left my underwear on, Weiss. I don't want us to see each
other – for real – until we can be together again. I want that to be special."
Weiss was equal parts touched and aroused by the thought.
"Is that so?" she said. "Tell me then: when we do see each other, and we do it
for real, what will you do to me first?"
Winter's breath hitched, and Weiss felt her nipples harden against her bra.
"Naughty girl – thinking we'll be starting with me doing all the work? I don't
think so. You're the younger sister, after all. Now, show me."
Weiss took her own pictures, copying the style of her sister, first taking a
picture of her breasts and face, then another looking down her torso. Before
she sent those two, she bit her lip. Would this be okay?
Before she could stop herself, she spread her legs wide and took one looking up
at her crotch.
"Hope you like it," she said as she sent the pictures to her sister.
"Oh, baby," Winter said with a huff. "Fuck me, Weiss, you're getting me so
wet."
Weiss chuckled. "I'm the younger sister, after all."
They continued like that, Weiss casting her aspersions to the side as she grew
more and more into what they were doing. Winter was happy to let her do the
talking, offering only words of encouragement and moans and gasps. 
Winter wasn't the only one getting hot. Talking like this was unusual for
Weiss, but she loved her sister and felt hornier than she could ever have felt
embarrassed. She felt herself, running her hands up and down her body. She
slipped her hands inside her bra, rubbing her small breasts and toying with the
stiff buds. She danced her fingers over the fabric on her crotch. She snuck a
finger underneath the hem, dared herself to touch her own wetness.
"How dare you," Winter said, "getting off to this without me. What sort of
closet slut are you? Get your hand out of your panties."
Weiss groaned, but did as her sister said.
"How do you feel?"
Winter was enjoying her control. Without a direct route to pleasure, Weiss
squirmed on the bed, trying desperately to get something out of the friction.
"Winter, p-please!"
"Please?"
Weiss pinched her nipple and cried out, "Please fuck me!"
Winter chuckled. "Take off your underwear."
Weiss obeyed. Within seconds, she was lying completely naked atop her blanket,
legs slightly open. She shivered from exposure to the air, and she became very
aware of her own body. Without a bra, her breasts were tiny mounds, capped by
her rock-hard nipples. Her crotch was clean-shaven, a practice she had kept
ever since she'd started growing hair down there. If she wanted to, she was
flexible enough to bend her legs over her head and see her pussy; she knew what
it looked like normally, the soft labia concealing everything. And she knew
what it looked like when she was turned on, glistening with moisture, the lips
spread and exposing her virginal pinkness.
"I wish I could see you now," Winter said. "That I could be there, together
with you. Close your eyes."
Weiss closed her eyes, and she imagined it. She thought of having her sister
looking down at her, of wrapping her arms around her naked form. She thought of
those boobs in her face, pressed against her own, their nipples rubbing against
each other. She thought of Winter's thigh between her legs, a trail of her
slickness shining on her sister's skin.
"I want you," she said breathlessly.
"Can you see me, Weiss? I want you to see me, to have me in your head when you
cum. You can touch yourself now."
Weiss spread her legs wide and immediately put a hand to her pussy. She wasted
no time with how she worked it, rolling her hips in time with each stroke of
her fingers. She found her clit and rubbed it over and over, relishing in the
sparks that it shot through her body.
Both sisters were moaning, calling each other's names.
"Weiss, you're going to make me cum …"
"Winter!"
A curtain of white hair closing off the world around them. Blue eyes shining
into her own. Lips hovering over her breasts. A tongue flicking out across her
nipples and dancing over her stomach. That body sliding lower and lower down
her own. Breaths ghosting over her crotch, teasing her slit.
Winter's moans and whimpers were like gold in her ears, even over a phone call.
Having that voice spur her on, with the fantasy in her head, with the pleasure
radiating in her core – Weiss couldn't take it any more. She cried out again as
she crested; her hips bucked as waves of pleasure rolled over her body.
She was barely aware of Winter on the other end of the call, crying out her
name as she also reached her orgasm. Weiss smiled as she came down, adding that
mental image on to the end of her fantasy.
In the afterglow, heavy breathing gave way to sharp giggles. Winter was the
first to speak.
"Wow," she said. "That was …."
"I love you, Winter," Weiss said. "So much."
Winter sighed, and Weiss could hear the smile when she said: "I love you too."
For a moment, they lapsed into a comfortable beat. As soon as their breathing
normalized, Winter spoke again.
"How much time have you got?" she asked. "I've got the rest of the day."
"Same. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Again?"
Weiss hummed.
"Are you sure you don't want to switch to video?"
                                    *******
A month after that phone call, Weiss was preparing to leave.
She read her note one more time, making sure she wasn't leaving behind any
unnecessary information for her teammates. Normally, she would have sat them
down to inform them of her departure, but the circumstances heightened
everything. She didn't want them coming after her, but she still wanted them to
know that she was happy. In the end, she felt she could get away with saying
that she was going to be spending the foreseeable future under the care of her
sister.
She had been ready to take off within five minutes of Winter's invitation
arriving on her scroll. She'd written a letter explaining that she had found
some extended time off, and was using it to return to Atlas for the time being.
Whitley and their father were gone, and their mother was as lacking in presence
as ever. She wanted Weiss to come join her back at the family estate, where
they could spend some real time together, without any interference. She had
also taken the liberty of arranging Weiss's transport from Beacon to the
estate.
She had signed the message off with, "Your loving sister, Winter".
Weiss left her own note on her bed. She picked up her bags and left without any
further hesitation.
***** Taking Control, PT. II *****
Chapter Summary
     New circumstances emerge in the world of the Schnee family, and
     Winter is eager to explore how they can benefit her budding
     relationship with Weiss. Meanwhile, their mother Willow enacts the
     next stage of her plan, and surveys the foundations that led her to
     this point.
Downtime was hard to come by in Winter's line of work. Opportunities where her
schedule lined up with Weiss's were difficult to come by, and there was less
time for actual bouts of phone sex.
That wasn't to say that they didn't make the most of their opportunities.
In what had been almost a month since their first phone sex experience, they'd
become more adventurous, adding toys and kinky talk to their play. Though
they'd held true to their promise of not truly revealing their bodies to each
other until they were back together, they still sent videos and photos to each
other – lingerie teases mostly, though Winter got a thrill out of seeing Weiss
cover her nude breasts and crotch with only her hands. Of course she had to
reply with some shots of her own.
In any case, Winter had been surprised when Ironwood had put her on leave.
Despite her desires and her relationship, she had not submitted an official
request; her work was still a serious matter. Ironwood simply presented it as a
reward for her efforts, expressing his gratitude, but Winter had been most
shocked when Ironwood told her that she didn't have to report back until they
needed her. She pointed out how unusual this whole scenario seemed, but
Ironwood gave her no further details – just told her to enjoy herself for as
long as she needed.
Ultimately, Winter packed her bags. Who was she to argue with free time coming
out of the blue?
With so much time suddenly on her hands, she was almost overwhelmed by the
possibilities. She could spend as much time as she wanted with Weiss. Perhaps
Ozpin could find some use for her at Beacon, and she could actually live at the
school. The thought of seeing Weiss every day, of being there for her important
milestones, of guiding her as both mentor and lover, was certainly enticing.
Or she could take Weiss out of Beacon. They couldn't get married, but Winter
wouldn't let that get in the way of a honeymoon. To travel Remnant with her
beloved sister, throwing caution entirely to the wind, the world their oyster,
and Weiss's pearl—
Lost in her fantasies, she almost missed the incoming call to her
scroll. Mother, it read.
Winter did a double take. 
"Winter," came the greeting. "I've heard from Ironwood about your leave
assignment."
"O-oh, is that so?"
Winter was thrown by the situation. She hadn't actually heard from Willow
Schnee in a long time, since she'd told both her mother and father that she
intended to join the military. She'd received updates from Klein, the family's
head butler, about the path that her mother had travelled down, turning
especially dire after Weiss stated her intentions to study at Beacon:
Alcoholism, seclusion, and a gradual ceding of responsibilities. Though she
hadn't heard from him recently either.
From nothing to this moment, with Willow clear in voice and knowing about her
daughter's movements just as soon her daughter knew about them herself – it was
all Winter could do to be on the receiving end of the conversation.
"I understand it's been a long time since we've spoken," her mother said, "and
you surely have questions. But I'm afraid I don't have long to talk. I am just
calling to invite you back to the estate."
The estate. Home. If this were any other circumstance, she would have
immediately refused. But she said nothing, and Willow spoke further.
"I also understand your reservations about coming home, but I would not be
bothering if there wasn't something important on the line. You see, I am now in
chief control of the company."
"W-what?"
"It won't be announced for some time, but the levers have already been pulled."
"Well … what about Father? And Whitley is the heir after Weiss – what does he
think of this?"
"We can discuss that when we're together. As well as a potential role for
yourself and your sister. I promise this, Winter – I am not like Jacques. If
you aren't satisfied with the potential arrangements, I will respect that. But
I would appreciate it if you came and gave it some meaningful discussion."
"This is … You understand, that this is very sudden?" Winter said, her mind
racing. This day was not letting up with its weirdness.
"Of course."
"Very well, then," she finally said, "since I have the time now. But what about
Weiss?"
"I will treat her the same as I treat you. But how about we discuss everything
first, just the two of us, before we consult her? Like I said, come back to the
estate. I will make all the preparations you require. I am your mother, after
all."
                                    *******
Willow Schnee hung up on her eldest daughter, and smiled at the stirring sense
of fulfilment the experience had given her. 
The determination to turn her life around had not come easy, at first. Addicted
to a veritable cocktail of antidepressants and alcohol, she had long resigned
herself to living out her remaining years as a failure to everyone around her;
a burnout who let the pressure of her surname overwhelm her after carrying it
all her life.
For her, the first step forward had come like a bolt from the blue. 
Normally, she cared not one iota about who the estate hired. But it was now
almost five months since the day that she had been introduced to Klein's latest
protégée, a demure and beautiful young woman who was roughly the same age as
Weiss. 
Willow had been interested in the young hire from the outset. First, it was
requesting that the girl would tend to Willow as part of her duties. Nothing
consuming, merely an opportunity for both parties to learn a little about each
other. She would tell the girl all about her daughters – where they were, how
much she missed them – and as time went on, found herself connecting these
anecdotes to her deeper emotions. She felt guilty for not doing more to keep
them in line, but she also felt that she had not been supportive enough of the
independent decisions that her daughters had been able to make in their
respective lives.
The girl would listen to with clear interest, curious to learn more about the
family she served. The more time Willow spent with her, the more she found her
own emotional state changing. She looked forward to every meeting, and would
consciously steal more and more of the girl's time. And not once did the girl
complain. To the contrary, it seemed that she too held similar feelings. Willow
rarely asked the girl about her own story, but the girl never showed irritation
or frustration with her mistress.
In the back of Willow's mind, the girl's actual name was there, somewhere. But
Willow had little interest in trivia. The more she spoke with the girl, the
more she wanted her in her life. The feeling the girl gave her was one of
contentment, of relief. Eventually, she relieved the girl of her other duties
and put her in the position of her personal attendant.
It was at that point she revealed the realities of her addiction to the girl.
She was nervous on the inside, but did her best to hold her calm as the girl
processed this revelation. She was expecting judgement, a disgusted rebuke, a
misguided proposal to "cleanse" the issue with the rest of her family.
But no. The girl had also remained calm, digesting the information and its
implications with slow nods and a gentle, encouraging look in her eyes. When
Willow stopped speaking, the girl simply took both her hands in her own, and
promised that they would get through it together.
Now, the idea of kicking her old addictions was trivial, whereas once upon a
time it would have felt like an impossibly tall mountain to climb. Since the
day of her revelation, she had not touched alcohol, and she'd gone off all of
those old pills.
She'd traded them for one new pill, in fact. It was a functional pill, a body
modification experiment from R&D, and a means to an end. It was a pill that
didn't mess with her emotions or her mind, and when she'd consulted with the
girl about it and the plans she had for it, the girl had wholeheartedly allowed
Willow to move forward with it.
In the months that followed, not once did they regret it. Even when the changes
started.
Willow's gaze raked hungrily over the girl sleeping naked on her bed. They'd
exhausted each other, as usual, but the girl had always been the first to fall
asleep – it was even easier for her in her current state.
When Willow first told her about the experimental pill, the girl had looked
amused, like she knew immediately what Willow was implying. And Willow had
worried that she was being too hasty. They had only known each other a little
while at that point, and had been lovers for even less time. But this girl had
seen more of her and her truth in the blink of an eye than her husband had ever
seen. She was certain that she wanted to be with this girl, and to give her
everything. It was just her luck that the girl accepted, and wanted what Willow
was offering.
Willow know that ending things with this girl would be inevitable. They both
did. She had made sure that they were on the same page before indulging in this
affair; once her daughters arrived, Willow would have little time to spare for
the staff of the estate.
And it would be sad, certainly. In the moment, perhaps the girl would break
down and lose control of her emotions. But ultimately, there would always be a
living, breathing reminder of their time together.
The girl rubbed a hand over her stomach, looking content.
Perhaps Willow had gone overboard, making this girl change her hair color to
white, and making her wear blue contact lenses – though as usual, not once had
the girl complained about it, or asked uncomfortable questions. But in
that moment, Willow felt such a mix of emotions that she thought she might
explode. There she was, looking at a girl who resembled her daughters, naked on
her bed, with a hand over her belly – a belly that would grow over the months,
bigger with the fruit of their affair.
But though she felt immensely proud of her consort and what they'd done
together, the fact that she – in Willow's mind, at least– had become a mere
substitute, a proof-of-concept prototype of what Willow knew deep down she
truly wanted, was inescapable.
Even now, as the girl stirred, and Willow kissed her breasts, laid a hand on
the swollen abdomen carrying their child, the image that got her cock hardening
again was of someone else.
"Mistress?" the girl said. "Do you want to go again?"
"Forgive me," Willow said. "Here you are in your condition, and I can't think
of anything other than fucking."
The girl smiled up at her, took Willow's revived erection in her hand and gave
the tip a kiss.
"Are you sure that's all?"
Willow chuckled. "Well, I would be lying if I wasn't excited about my
daughters' upcoming visit."
"I thought so. You don't normally get this hard again so soon."
The girl gave her mistress's length a quick stroke, before shuffling into a
better position on the bed. She opened her legs for Willow, showing off a pussy
still wet with cum. Willow wasted no time hilting herself inside, not even
allowing the girl to moan before setting the pace to a quick rut.
The girl swore, not expecting her mistress to be so fierce. But when Willow
eyes met hers, asking the question, the girl cried out for more, and faster. So
Willow obliged, relishing the sound of the tempo that their bodies created, a
steady beat of skin slapping skin, and the punctuation marks of voices trapped
in bliss and pleasure.
When the girl locked her legs behind Willow's back and cried out her orgasm,
Willow buried her face in the girl's neck, moaning as she fired yet another jet
of her potent seed deep inside her conquest. She shuddered as her cock pumped
and twitched inside those walls, as her wanting pussy ached and leaked with its
own arousal.
She could hardly wait for her girls to come home.
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