Teija was a special kind of animal. While he didn't have much hope left that she'd change in any good direction, she could still have a purpose to him. Because she didn't learn in any capacity that helped him, she would always provide him with opportunities to punish her. It was not the give and take he'd chosen, but it wasn't without its benefits, either. Despite her pension for doing wrong, she'd not become apathetic to reprimand. That infused value to her plights, which he dealt out at his own leisure. He'd missed her, missed this in a way. The rattle of saliva and involuntarily contracted cartilage rings in her throat from his make-shift collar was quaint. It was her way of welcoming him home.<br/><br/>The relief in her breath when his teeth unclasped made him feel good about the pain he could deliver, and because she neglected herself so well, there was no real challenge in gathering her in the tub, sans her dirty panties and his own leisurely pants. Her fingers were as successful at freeing her neck as her expression was at earning her mercy from him. Teija's emotions were beautiful when they were squeezed out of her. The temperature of the liquid did what it does to anyone, and her intakes were glorious. He leaned into her hand when it came to plead and claw, as though she was petting him. It underlined the futility in her struggle, but also showed his appreciation that she'd try. Upon insertion, she started drinking water with her nose and wide lips, like he'd opened her face up from the opposite end.<br/><br/>He was becoming very enamored with her, and the things she let him have. Instead of dinner on the table, she served this up - her desperation, and the primal responses in her biology to his torture. All the flighty responses blossomed in her wriggling self when she was inhaling too much of the icy cold blanket. As the waterline tucked her in deeper, he set her free from the hose and even his fingers inside her. Teija could have all the breaths she wanted for a few seconds, before he lowered her by her neck again, this time with his fingers alone. Only the best for his wife. He was bent over the tub, and staring at her, her face now submerged as his other hand wrapped around the length she'd worshiped. She couldn't know how long he intended to make her his nordic nymph in the lake, but she would likely experience the juxtaposition of burning lungs and freezing skin.<br/><br/>Marlon was already feeling the reaching pleasure hold on to those familiar places below his stomach and electrifying his cock when he heard Neda's announcement at the door. His face wrinkled in annoyance and he took his cock-hand to his mouth, crossing his lips with a finger so Teija would know to be quiet when he finally let her go. "If you're good, I'll give you something special." he promised when she broke the surface on her own. The change in situation had already rendered him soft enough to be tucked back into his jeans.<br/><br/>He jogged out of the bathroom, leaving his pet-wife as sober as she'd been in days, he was sure, only to discover where Neda was going. She was quite the opposite image to Teija, with her idyllic way of dressing and waddling gate. His hands were still cold so he made sure to touch the low of her back when he lead her into a turn, away from the basement, back toward the couch where Teija had knelt. "Neda!" he said and hugged her. The bend of his body was necessary, not only because of their difference in height, but because he'd rather not brush his still showing state against her swollen belly.<br/><br/>He picked up one of his sweaters - likely a blanket for Teija when she slept wherever she wanted - and pretended to be in the first stages of putting it on, holding it over his tented crotch. "I told you not to come here." he said, warning but with the usual affection he reserved for her. One hand draped the sweater while the other, which had Teija's flavors and the scent of his cock still on it, moved her toward the sitting cushions.<br/><br/>She was usually so small, and now someone else had mixed himself with her. While she was beautiful like this, her brother honestly hated it. He was reminded of her belonging to someone else every time they talked, these days. He loved her deeply, but had been moved to wonder if she should somehow be taught how wrong it was that she'd be with anyone outside their direct family. Or him specifically. A little adventure like the one he'd given Teija would surely get her attention. He shook that out of his head.<br/><br/>"How are you? How's the baby?" he asked, still wearing the beads of playing with his wife on his long muscles. He was almost ready to lift the sweater. He tried to hold her attention, and fill the air with their voice, so Emma's pleas couldn't reach Neda. With all the things whisking up inside him metastasizing into a storm-system of sordid wants, he felt somewhat confused over what to feel about Neda here, with her swollen tits and glow. He felt violent, and he wanted to act on it through his brotherly smile.