His shoulder was warm against hers, and by this point in the entirety of the hectic day, Valeria was well acquainted with lips pressed to her cheek. It seemed a favorite gesture of her brother’s. He did it before, in the past, but very rarely. Funny how one moment could completely alter the course of behavior.<br/><br/>“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” She spoke up absently, not paying much mind to the arm that pulled her in close. The opening scenes were rolling and her attention immediately darted to the screen to gaze upon the camera shot of a broken world. It was not a title she was acquainted with, but could vaguely recall nominated at the awards one year; some thriller about an apocalypse or something. Better than horror, she concluded, as she finally managed to relax into the warmth Cayn provided.<br/><br/>As children she had taken comfort being secure in his protective charm, big brother always there to drive out the monsters. Ease her immature fears of bad guys in movies coming to life. Now that their relationship had twisted, however, Valeria was trapped between the emotion of tense comfort and nerve - thoughts she ultimately kept to herself. They watched together for a while and she took no pleasure in the more lewder side of the film. Those scenes were a bit more graphic than she’d preferred, something almost erotic in nature, and probably what may have garnered it the praise it had received. She found it rather quite distasteful whereas dear brother…<br/><br/>“C-Cayn,” was the only word she could utter, caught up in the surprise of his hot mouth scorching down her throat, an erogenous zone for how sensitive the skin was. It was distracting to know it was him, but his experience shocked pleasure through her veins and Valeria’s body reacted to the physical caress despite initial repulsion. The movie was riling Cayn up, wasn’t it? Rousing him to want to create the same sounds that came from the actors on screen? Unfair, in all honesty. Valeria had still yet to recover from the first assault earlier that day.<br/><br/>There was not much she could do against the much stronger sibling as he pried her open to drag and stretch her across the mattress. She was tired, bruised beneath the shorts and almost resigned to fate. Panic was on her mind, and though struggling against the unwanted intimacy was at the forefront, Valeria was worn and hurting. The protest she managed was a quieted sigh as her bare legs were grabbed and knotted coyly about his narrow hips.<br/><br/>With his waist in close proximity to hers, she nervously cast her eyes to the pair of boxers; weary to find if the front tented outwards. Did the erect flesh ever ache bound in cotton, straining at its restraint like a beast in its cage? She knew what the male form looked like beneath his clothes, and with her brother’s epitome a reference, considered if Albert looked any different. Would he have been just as lengthy? Reddened with blood, thrusting vainly to the exhausting finish line of relief to leave a bloodied mark the same way Cayn had done? It was hopeless curiosity. Albert would not be let anywhere nearby as long as he was around - knight in shining armor saving the damsel from distress.<br/><br/>It was unfortunate he didn’t realize that her only distress was himself.<br/><br/>She shuddered against his touch, lids to her eyes fluttering to a close when Cayn’s warm palm ghosted up the flat plane of her stomach. It was like a burn against her skin as fingers drew close to the ample mound of her chest, the other appendage fumbling to pull the shorts from feminine hips. Valeria wanted to be vocal with complaints until brother laughed and she realized mother was lurking down the hall, dread filling every fiber. His taunting only made her all the more fearful.<br/><br/>Desperation was immediate upon catching the sly look on his boyish face. No. She wouldn’t allow him to signal the Orville matriarch. In some cases it probably would be best he foretell about their little engagement, for once their parents found out, it would probably all end. But at the same time, the humiliation and disgust would be mortifying. The entire family would be shattered and because she did not want their worry, she grabbed Cayn’s jaw with shaking fingers and kissed him.<br/><br/>To shut him down she melded their lips together, pushing back his tongue to prevent him from spilling their unlawful union. Threading her slippery organ against his was easy, the way Cayn’s mouth was already parted. Valeria was in a compromising situation enough as it were, trapped beneath her brother with his hand up her shirt and the other pushing down her barrier, and even if it could be played off as a ‘game’, Miranda would know all too well what position they were locked into.<br/><br/>A man only rested between the legs of a woman if he was aching to sow. She’d be able to tell what her blasphemous children were up to at the nocturnal hours.<br/><br/>From her place outside her son’s bedroom, Miranda was pleased to pick up on the sounds of laughter. She had departed from her husband’s side, leaving her book on fictional romance to wander through the house to soothe a parched throat, and drifted by Cayn’s room out of habit. Ever the doting mother, ensuring her children were in their places at night. The lamp was on from what she could glimpse from the crack beneath the door, the sliver oozing out a warm orange glow. Summer days were for staying up late.<br/><br/>But she was unaware of the situation in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Valeria was desperate to keep Cayn quiet, swallowing his words in her mouth when she started to fist her hands into his tank top; inevitably drawing him to her bones. Dainty hands drew small circles, and she gently rubbed at his chest with all the coquettish charm of a girl trying to distract. Everything to soothe him into complacency.<br/><br/>“Don’t, Cayn.” She whispered against the backdrop of the movie, almost drowned out by the lewd moaning of the affair that was reaching the end just as theirs begun. “Please, I’ll give you something if you stay quiet, just don’t tell mom.” Her lips pressed against the side of his jaw, now, and as she sucked gently at the skin, the angle of her hips changed. Despite it flaring up pain she stroked friction against his sensitivity. “Anything… anything. It’ll be a reward.”<br/><br/>One of her hands descended to tease lightly at the waistband of his boxers, making a point to not travel any lower in case she coaxed the beast out of hiding. Valeria was still a virgin in many ways when it came to the bedroom, and though Cayn may have taken her first, a lot of inexperience loitered. She had never handled the male organ before. Catching a glimpse of it during their initial collision was the first step despite most of it having been sheathed to the hilt in her flesh, and she lacked knowledge everywhere else.<br/><br/>She was determined to keep to her word, however, if he refused to utter the details of their current predicament. Whatever he wanted, she'd comply - for better or for worse.