There had been a bit of satisfaction in the boy when he heard her protest to his accusation of how the family favored her, and how it had ruined her. It was his fault too, wasn't it? In many ways, if she was spoiled, he'd been the foremost contributor. And he'd loved it. Maybe he took some comfort in knowing at least that was as it had always been, her aversion to ever being a brat. It had been the beginning of his thaw, and the first step toward forgiving her. But that inward benevolence had been null when he discovered the folded-shut wrapper.<br/><br/>She was singing unsteady, feeding him platitudes on his way to her. Of course she'd draw on whatever lessons everyone tried to teach them. He didn't know it in the fray of his broken heart and rising hunger for reclaiming her, but her little excuses were sweet because she was frightened. It wasn't like Halloween when he'd startle her at any corner, to see her jump and then laugh and slap his shoulder, it was primal instead, when she acknowledged with her failing voice that he was a threat to her. Why is that so important to the male animal? Why was her stutter so incredibly addictive? He'd not truly bullied her before, even if he liked her distress when he tickled her too much.<br/><br/>It fueled his determination when she fled to the wall. In his mind he was only making things better by teaching her a lesson of propriety, but his heart and tongue were hotter because she was defenseless. There were times he'd felt the ghost of this, when she screamed merrily, and retreated to her room and bed to burry herself when he was playing some fantastical antagonist, and she believed it too well. His beloved baby sister, begging him to see reason while she was caught under him now.<br/><br/>The skin he relieved from the dress was daunting, and the way she felt hot under him, as he pressed against her to keep her where she was - it elicited the correct, honest response in him. A slight change of density, pushing against her thigh. Even the untouched Valeria would know what that limb wanted.<br/><br/>"Yet?" he breathed to repeat the damning thing she'd said. He should have rejoiced, even the unreasonable parts of him that though she owed him her continued purity, but her admittance made it all real. She had thoughts of becoming more than his little sister to some filthy stranger. Her compliance and offer confused him, because it made his guts want her more, and it made the back of his face throb with more anger.<br/><br/>She wanted the phone now. And even as she pleaded, obviously to appease him - she would have said anything, could have said anything - she still stipulated that there might be a later occasion when Albert would come, and they might have use for the damned black little envelope. His shivering wrath stopped, because it had solidified. His eyes weren't bent open as before, lashes settled into a more common expression, but the color was still black. "No." he said, and it was hollow. He threw the wrapper to the side, like it had been the evidence she needed to defend herself again, and she'd failed.<br/><br/>"Do you like him, Valeria?" he knew the correct pronunciation of her name, but usually rushed it out of affection and familiarity. Now he took care to feed her every syllable. "Do you love, Aal?" Albert's name was not  given the same treatment. Cayn pulled her dress slowly, and the tear opened up further until it was half off her body. He tossed the piece he had after the condom. His chin trembled when he looked down at her, and a lonely tear rode the side of his nose. She was absolutely stupefying, a radiant thing. And she'd thought to give it to someone else.<br/><br/>He coughed and it cleared his eyes finally, as though he couldn't bare to think about her betrayal anymore. Eyes warmed when he descended on his favorite person. He laid on her, and started stroking down her side to peel down her underwear from her hip, like it was the most natural affection he could offer her. "You wanted to give it to him, Val." he whispered in disbelief as he placed a suspicious peck on her cheek, and kept his face there, against her, seeking comfort and her scent. Cayn didn't have the patience to roll her panties further than her knees before his hand went up again to cup her where her thighs met her torso. He gasped in awe at her heat.<br/><br/>"Y-you can't." he decided as he placed his weight more central over hers. He kissed her deeply, lewd, to find her tongue with his while a finger searched between her folds. He was starting to tremble again, anger returning. "You're so inconsiderate, Valeria."