Cayn seemed to realize, a part of his mind that wasn't tampered by a seed of corruption, that all of this was wrong. Valeria could see it, some dim spark behind his eyes that was both confused and split by some broiling anger, and hoped she had reached an inner conscience. Couldn't he notice how ill-conceived of a sight it was - her pale body stretched out half-bare below him, black hair a tarnished halo above her head? How the blood between their veins alone ran much too thick and familiar? But the light she saw in his gaze was too faint.<br/><br/>With dread rising in the back of her throat, darling sister became aware it was already too late to pierce through dear brother's better nature. The darkness of a male beast's most primal instincts had taken him over, leaving her staring back at an animal with fear in her eyes and a wordless plea pressed against swollen lips. She struggled weakly against the fingers that latched onto the side of her ornamental bra and pulled down, the sudden exposure of air against her formerly covered asset fracturing a shiver up her spine. Pink, rigid, it stood out against the background of pallid skin that had never been seen by a foreign gaze. It was supposed to be Albert that had the honors. But no. It was Cayn instead - tearing away at her barriers to rip apart the purity she had held onto for so long.<br/><br/>"Cayn... please I-" She had to fight through the hitching of her lungs, squeezing out words between the beginnings of a sob. Shaking fists battered vainly against the flat plane of his chest. "I don't want this anymore. I<i>never</i>want this again! Just don't..." Valeria was unable to finish the sentence. The blasphemous cacophony of jeans zipping down and popping open stilled her tongue, and she was able to bear witness to what was to break her.<br/><br/>As very young children they had bathed together, goofing around in the tub before they became too old for that kind of behavior. She barely could recall the memory, but what hung between his legs now was much more larger and developed then what originally occupied the space in his boyhood days; currently stiff and rigid with the blood that only promised regret. How many other girls had felt the anxiety clawing at the back of their brains? It was a thought best left devoid of an answer for she would not get too far with mortification eating at basic composure.<br/><br/>Valeria's cries of disdain and fear were ultimately silenced when her lacy white panties were discarded to the side. She was completely left open, no longer a fragile barrier barring the throbbing appendage from claiming her maidenhead. It was difficult to move, to breath, as her brother pressed down with his weight and settled between her legs, and she could not help the gasp that escaped her clogging throat when the head of the snake rubbed friction against her weeping jewel. Even if she could buck him off, unhinge him from her squirming form, he was a strong young man. Always has been. It would be easy for him to tackle her back down like he used to when they were play fighting; wrestling on the carpet under their parents' watchful eye. This was anything but playful.<br/><br/>Tipping her head back, she attempted to pry away from the softer kiss he awarded her, but up against the tousled covers and her brother's body, there was no distancing herself. Valeria was forced to hear the hiss in her ear, and knew, when Cayn's face buried into the slender curve of her unblemished throat, he was eager.<br/><br/>The friction it caused when it slid into her was a rude call to attention and there was no stopping the convulsion of breath it forced from her. His initial entry was uncomfortable, painful in the way an inexperienced woman felt as her virginity was slowly stripped. It may have been gentle, but with each successful press of his hips, Valeria felt herself slowly coming undone. The tempo was achingly slow. Despite her brain screaming from the depths that being bedded by Cayn was so hideously wrong, the body was a bit more easily persuaded.<br/><br/>She had to desperately hold back the threat of the sigh that choked up her throat.<br/><br/>"No, this is wrong. Why... why are you doing this?" Her voice eased out, mingling hot and airy against the panting that came from above. The black mane of hair was turned to the side so witnessing the flushed face of her brother was out of mind - she did not want to see him pleasuring himself in her. His shuddering could be felt all the way down through her tight heat and she knew with sick revelation he was enjoying this. The snake's head pulling back and forth against the inexperienced walls, keeping in time with the thumb that stroked across her one exposed breast lazy circles that sent shudder tremors through her stretched out being.<br/><br/>Albert was a figment in the back of her skull.