He'd been eager for her eyes on it. Had it grown only to see if it could surprise her? Cayn only existed for Valeria, after all. It was a sweet thing, until she'd turned her back on that union with casual desires toward some other person that had not seen her grow up. It gave him a bit of satisfaction to hear her declare she'd not be connected like this to anyone, ever again. It was under addendum he stop, and not be the exception, though. He should have been happy then, saving the fruit of this trauma and hope that she'd stay true to her word, but he had more selfish directions to go. His madness burnt away her promise, that he would have loved to listen to before all this.<br/><br/>It flexed by its root when she turned her eyes down. Her next, intimate acquaintance, her farewell to herself as she was. But Cayn thought it was the greatest compliment that she'd look down, and took it as an innate willingness on Valeria's part, that she'd not fully learned herself. Doesn't a sister love her brother like that? Val shouldn't fight it so. She wasn't fighting Albert, after all, and he had much less claim. More blood rushed into it when her protests abruptly quieted, as though he'd unraveled her voice box with a tug of the breakable cotton.<br/><br/>Her gasp was not of disdain, he decided, but one of building realization. She'd been weary of jumping into the river from the rock they named after her at first, but then he pushed her, and she spend the better part of a summer day climbing and then leaping into the water. This was exactly like that. Careful Valeria. She needed him to look for the butterflies in her belly. That's what those other girls had been, so he could learn what felt good, and then show her. That's why she didn't need anyone else, now. Albert was a mistake, but Cayn had found it in time.<br/><br/>Cayn's hands held on to her when her head flung back, containing a bird who loved the sky. He almost chuckled at how much fun it was. She couldn't win over him when they roughhoused, and her body was moving a little like that now. The temperature of her folds and lips was amazing. She breathed beautifully, like she wanted him to know clearly he was her first. Dear sister with her body in uproar. He kissed her jaw gingerly, to soothe her from the newness. "Val..." he whispered, mouth large with breaths. Did she find it even a little redeeming that he was getting such pleasure? "y-you like it?" because she wasn't holding on to him with a dry inner. How strong he felt, when her folds became slick for him.<br/><br/>He'd tasted enough of her no-blood-ties twins to guess on what she was feeling. "Don't be so stubborn." he whispered into her ear. She might not notice, but his hands were not too oppressive anymore, and his body didn't press other than where they were connected, sometimes. He wanted to see if she'd run if she could.<br/><br/>He pushed himself a little higher, shoulders up, to look down at her as she was reshaped into a new sister. Cayn was a polite lover to anyone else, and had learned which ways to love in order to be appreciated. He gave her all that she could want, because he couldn't do anything else to soothe the novelty of first's pain. Her clothes were rags and one of her orbs were out, he'd left it so he could support himself against the mattress, and she was a lovely image of a spontaneous union. Still hungry for her love, Cayn took her hand and hung it around his neck.<br/><br/>There was still insult in him for her choice of lover, so she'd notice that when she was appeasing, and making pleasant sounds - whether by some drawn, true pleasure, or a sister's will to either be or seem agreeable - his hips were accommodating to her pleasure and novice, but if he found her unwilling, or uncooperative in his little pretend, the lancing would be ruthless and inconsiderate.