For a moment, Vay was completely disarmed—the door swung open and suddenly Belle was squeezing him in her naked arms; he could feel the press of her supple breasts against his chest, and his biology started to respond. It was a delicious embarrassment; his face flushed red. Her scent was intoxicating, enough to overpower his senses while his consciousness was raked across the threshold of the bleak cold outside, and the inviting warmth inside. In that moment, Vay felt his troubles melt away.<br/><br/>Then, logic clicked in.<br/><br/><em>Okay, what the fuck? That was crazy. Time to put on the game face then. </em><br/><br/>‘Whoa, hey! I love how you’re all cheery!’ Vay replied happily. With one hand dragging his rolling bag, and the other carrying his gym bag, he wasn’t capable of returning her hug. Instead, he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. That seemed good enough for the occasion, given that he loved European culture. That's what he thought, anyway. The French were funny people, kissing everyone on their cheeks.<br/><br/>As he stepped in and dumped his bags on the floor, he could tell Belle was naked from the waist up; he didn’t have to look down, however tempting he found it. He wouldn’t know how to handle himself if he began checking out his own little sister’s body. That would be awkward. Too taboo. Too weird, and yet…<br/><br/><em>Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down…</em><br/><br/>Vay looked down.<br/><br/><em>Fuck!</em><br/><br/>He had caught a glimpse of her breasts. Any other girl would have been great, but he was slowly violating his principles, and he had just gotten here. He wasn’t sure if he could take much more of this. His sister was standing there, nearly naked and sucking a lollipop while he tried to focus on anything but her body, or the oddly attractive little mannersism she'd make from time to time. Where the Hell was his dad? At least he wouldn’t be tempted to look at his man-meat. That’d be just gross, on many, many levels.<br/><br/>-Cake<br/>