He wondered how she could protest so sweetly, like she was trying to siren call him into her. What a lovely way to play with your brother, he thought first, with all her meek protests that made her all the more delicious in his mind. But he remembered Albert, and how she'd invited him to take part of this too. It was not that she was't lovely, it was that she'd recognized it in herself, and wanted to share it for someone else's approval. It burnt the anger brighter in Cayn.<br/><br/>He gasped, awed when her beautiful breast was exposed with the ornamental support she'd chosen. Thoughtful girl, decorating herself. To think his innocent baby sister could think like that, using her prettiness as a party favor for others. It made him hate her a little, for being this cunning creature all this time, and he wanted to hurt her for it. This was all wrong - he thought that too - but it was she who'd led herself astray, away from him. He treated her rougher then, exorcising the weapon of his weight deeper. How frustrating, the woman she'd chosen to be.<br/><br/>"And I don't want to see you like this!" he replied, like he was slapping her back. It should be plain for her eyes, shouldn't it, with her ripped clothes and her preferred aesthetic peeking out, shapely tits that weren't more than concerning swellings last time he'd seen her through the bathroom door spring, and she'd laughed and closed it tight. But part of him wanted to have her exactly like she was. Beautiful enough to cause him a great deal of agony. This could all have been avoided if she wasn't so determined of sullying herself.<br/><br/>Her mouth was confused, and it helped his with its task. He thought it was her real side. Ah, that was it. He must help her, channel her. This bravery with her body could be turned into something good if it only was directed. He gave the pretty mouth and the shy tongue what it seemed to want on merit of its compliance. He'd made other girls dizzy  before, right in this hose. And two times in her bed when she was away. He should have suspected something about himself then, when he'd turned them to face down, and he'd held his breath and hidden in the back of their hair as he drove into them.<br/><br/>When her hands finally came to her defense it was too late, even to convince him she wanted out of this entanglement. She might not know, but he could well appeal to her body and win that deliberation. "Valeria." he breathed, and it was both judgmental and flattered, like she'd confessed her love to him with that little physical resistance. He was mad, of course, with all these mixing insanities, but he was connected to the moment like a beast is, and that let him see the animal things in her, too, at least if he got to write reality in the lucidity he saw.<br/><br/>He let her beat his heart for him, now that she'd broken it thoroughly. "But you wanted this." he said, collected like voices from the abyss are. How indignant, but he couldn't resist, pulling her bra down on the one side it was showing, to free her delectable orb. "Perfect." he breathed, because it was hers. Better than any of her false twins. He swallowed, and something recognized that this was wrong, that it was too far and too dark, to have Valeria while she was dressed in rags. But he had to now. She was still hitting him when the hand that had introduced itself to her best kept physical secret went to his jeans instead, and freed his waiting limb.<br/><br/>If she was being truthful about her newness, this was the first she'd seen. That moved him and he finally hooked a finger into the side of her panties. It took no effort to draw to the side until the lace gave, and she and nothing on her legs. Cayn got comfortable by pressing down to keep her pretty spires around him, leaving the final stretch of their coming union up to him and his hips. He kissed her again, with a slower, tender tongue. "You're beautiful even when you betray me." he said as he hid against her neck, and sampled his sister's inexperience by taking it away. As it is with large men and smaller women, it would be a rude introduction, despite his gentle. The way his mind was surging, and how love for her was poisoning and fueling him, he'd not be too gentle for too long, either.<br/><br/>"I know you're sorry." he whispered in huffs, face above her now, one hand on the bed for his leverage and balance, and the other simply laid on the tit he'd uncupped. Cayn shivered when he looked down at the beautiful girl. How could he ever have thought she'd only be his baby sister, when he'd always loved her like this.