Cayn had been thinking about his mother's comment that turned into a pique about father. He'd smiled in his bed, wondering if he'd ever have that kind of lighthearted banter with Valeria. Growing up, Cayn was no stranger to teasing, and never really minded if there was a good laugh for everyone. Valeria wasn't malicious in heart heart, so sometimes it was hard drawing mischief out of her, but when she joined in on flinging wit, he knew she was truly in the moment. It had been true, too, what mother said about his guarding over his sibling. If he told her he'd protected her from someone who didn't have any business being with Valeria, Miranda might be proud. It was a very telling delusion, given the older woman had simply been talking about the ice cream.<br/><br/>His sister had been right to decline the scarier fare. A common trick to have girls cuddle up. There were stressful scenes in any picture worth seeing, so he knew how she liked to take advantage of the protection older brother offered, especially in his own bed. Perhaps she'd seen something in that, getting older, and that was why they didn't rendezvous like this very much anymore. While it shouldn't be understandable, it could be clear as to why Cayn was building expectations when she'd invited herself to his room after the days collision in hers.<br/><br/>So he'd stacked the deck a little. No horror, but a thriller. A bit of wild-card at the box office, and in the end it had earned more praise at festivals than it did money. He was proud to have found the quality he did. He'd thought a million scenarios by the time Valeria came in. Beautiful girl, tense where she sat. He moved closer and there was only so much bed, so if she moved away, she'd only get so far. He sat with her, their shoulder touching, and looked her over for a while. The lighting flattered her. He'd only seen her in daylight, lately. This was... a more intimate sister.<br/><br/>"This is a remake, but I like what they did." he said and kissed her cheek quickly before leaning forward and flicking the mouse.<br/><br/>He wrapped his arm around her to keep them tight for the artful credits over a dilapidated city landscape, and the focus on a woman. It was no surprise she had dark hair. Cayn whispered "Not as beautiful as you." to the only other patron of this make-shift cinematic salon. He kept his cheek on her head, like in the most intimate moments of their childhood, and watched with her as a first shy, and then awkwardly torrential affair grew on the limited screen. It would seem the makers had a vision, and the nude scenes were exposing and engaging.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he sought her neck out, and spilled kisses there. A natural reaction to what the leading characters were doing to each other in the story? He tried to pry her hands from her legs and lay her flat on the bed. How unfair, and how expected. If he could he'd steal her mouth again, he wasn't a poorly trained seducer, and wear her legs around his waist. The monster she'd encountered before woke up in the night, and wanted to greet her again.<br/><br/>His lips were always trying to convince her to engage, and if she did for any reason, they wanted to meet hers deeper. As it is with most loves, their evolution is based on a kind of dirtying of the original configuration. Cayn had loved her in this way for too long to understand that he should be calm about this. No anger to feed off this time, not yet, he was simply searching for validation, that his sister had him in her heart. His was a simple dog's heart, like she'd discovered. Perhaps not so pliable with punishment, but well controllable with rewards.<br/><br/>He wondered how savvy she was, too. He was giving her the kind of tenderness and firm that had melted chaste girls before. And his hands did love her, despite what they'd done earlier. Soon, if he could, he'd be on top of her, trying to kiss her like she was another copy of herself, but this time he didn't have to imagine her face on the inside of his lids. Fingers went underneath her shirt, one hand, and the other searched her hip, to push down her bottoms.<br/><br/>He laughed quietly when he heard mother's steps outside, and grinned at Valeria, making a tight circle with his mouth to signal the pertinence of being quiet. He wasn't much ashamed of what they were doing, but it was recognizable to the dark giant over her that they might not want dear Miranda to hear them. In the end, it worked out to his advantage, when a sinister plan rolled behind his forehead.<br/><br/>"Should I call her in here. We'll give her the good news." he turned slightly to the door, and parted his lips as though he was going to shout for mother to come in and see. Would Valeria want to shut him up?