It was hard for the affectionate brother not to see his sister as a woman when she made sounds for his massage. He supposed he only had himself to blame, knowing full well he'd put either of his sister's faces over Teija's sometimes, when he was relieving frustration into his less-than-elegant wife. Daunting, following her inner thighs with his eyes until the darkness provided by her belly stopped him from seeing more. Her certainty of the gender was touching. Neda has always been a good bet for a good mother. Marlon wondered how she might do if she didn't get to raise the baby.<br/><br/>The brother almost laughed when she reddened for the subject that she had started. Her change of focus was not as endearing. His eyes narrowed slightly at that. "He doesn't. And he doesn't have to. This is my girl." Marlon said about Father. It was important to him that Neda didn't think of Father as that much higher in the hierarchy than himself. People relied on Marlon, and most other men here fell in line when he wanted them to. Too often, though, he was reminded the respect ingrained in all of Father's children ran deep, like the rootwork of their veins. The son was of course as bothered by that as he was jealous.<br/><br/>Perhaps Neda noticed his drop in mood, and remedied it with her usual games. The world had been kind to Neda, and her personality fit well into the Commune, it had helped her be a rather cheerful person, if a bit naive. He smiled when she pushed her toe against him, and resumed his spoiling of her foot. "How about I don't tickle you?" he asked, hand not clutching her foot sliding past her knee quickly to grace and tap deeply on her inner thigh. It used to have her in loud laughing fits when they were kids. These days, he found himself wondering if she'd be so distressed by the forced laughter he could make her do unseemly things in exchange for him to stop. If he had the choice right now, he should like to try her full tits, and see what flavor her milk was. That'd be quite delicicious.<br/><br/>Marlon did treat his sister's foot gentler, but that didn't mean he liked Jordan any more than he had at the beginning of this. He frowned at the husband's behavior to his pregnant wife. He'd picked up on the man's dislike of women with child. It was offensive that it would extend to Neda. While Charlotte was good at caring for her children, she shouldn't be a replacement for the child's father. "I think you should be where you want to when you're carrying his child." Marlon didn't often miss a chance to discredit Jordan, even though he tried to be subtle about it. His child. The wording made Marlon sick.<br/><br/>Teija was a welcome distraction and he liked playing with her. He even abandoned his attention to Neda's foot so he could look at Teija's reactions. Her sound upon sitting was beautiful, and her tension was picturesque. For all the things that Teija denied him just by being the filthy addict that she was, she'd never been the kind of substance roadie that lost herself into the fumes and chemicals to the point where she couldn't give good anguish for his punishments. He had to apply himself not to laugh loudly when she giggled with Neda. It was almost touching.<br/><br/>With some well-crafted scheming, the cold-washed girl sat herself down on the other side of Neda, and he watched her circle the life inside his sister. He felt a little suspicious then, as though she was threatening his niece. Neda's kind words to what she assumed was Teija's greatest regret did strike a chord with the man. "Sure. She's not really fulfilling her role as a woman and wife otherwise." he replied to that and placed the foot back on the floor, sure to throw a quick glance up her skirt when he took the other and started working on it. He was worried Emma might have other sensibilities, she certainly had expressed as much during their talks, but had also seen genuine interest in becoming a traditional woman. She could not be worse than Teija, at least.<br/><br/>"Have you seen Ariela?" he asked. Emma's silence hadn't gone unnoticed. He was sure her pathology was getting the better of her now. It was usually their stillness that preluded their break. She hadn't had the last of her loud phases, though, even if he would like that. She needed to suffer so that she would know only he could save her. Emma was a good woman. She was meant for this kind of life. He just needed to be patient so he didn't spoil her.<br/><br/>Marlon decided he didn't want Teija that close to his sister right now, despite her good behavior, and pulled out a few bills from his pocket. They were damp after their bathtub games, but seemed to be wrapped around something. Teija would likely recognize it as some of the contraband she dealt with. He shook the cash for his wife to see. In their messy house, and with the light in his back, did he look like some kind of dark savior? "This is what you wanted, right?" he asked and touched the bills to his face, so she had to look at him.<br/><br/>"Would you like me to help you with this?" It would be mystifying to Neda as to why a grown woman like Teija, nomatter how unruly, would need help with putting money on her person. The pills in the little bag between the cash were a variety that did their best work on the bloodstrem if they were deposited through the back door. In the past, his wife had let him play like that if it meant a quicker path to her highs. It seemed she might have plans to leave, though, and he wanted to gauge which she'd rather.<br/><br/>She could have the money in her hand, if she wanted that, and if she'd for some reason choose the other option, he'd follow her into the other room and help her out, excusing them from Neda.