<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Great Room, upper balcony<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around seven in the evening, Friday<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Artemis and Lux<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/>She was bold, this one.  Took many liberties where others might have been shy or self-conscious.   Apollo forgave her this because she simply didn't know any better; she didn't know them yet.  The nature of their...relationship, their arrangement in this place, hadn't yet been defined.<br/><br/>Still, he felt it was best to set some ground rules, to let the toy know what she was getting herself into.  If she didn't like it, well, she was always free to walk away and no harm done.<br/><br/>He reached out, and very casually grabbed ahold of Lux's wrists as she reached out to touch them, to caress their cheeks, to run her fingers' through Artemis' hair.  "You are very bold, little mouse," he said, holding her hands captive.  Gently, yet firmly, he pulled her hands down.  "My sister likes you.  She rarely allows anyone to take such liberties."<em>Oh, yes,</em>said his smirk.<em>You heard me correctly.</em>He watched Lux's reaction carefully.  Would she register some expression of shock at the admission?  Would she register disgust?  The way she reacted to the knowledge that blood siblings were so openly sexually active with each other would dictate the nature of their three-way relationship.   If she quailed, if she balked at such a simple taboo...well, perhaps they could always look for another toy.<br/><br/>He drew Lux's left hand to his mouth, and kissed her fingers.  "Let me tell you how things are going to be.  If you consent to be our toy, you will be just that--a toy.  We will use you entirely for our own pleasure," he said, letting her fingertips ride on his lips.  "We will do as we wish with you.   You will be our living, breathing, human sex toy."  One eyebrow arched.  "Our pet, little mouse.   But in return for pleasing us, for surrendering to us--we will bring your most depraved fantasies to life."  He grinned, a Cheshire cat grin full of teeth.   "You will experience such pleasures as you have never known.  But we will always, always be in control.  Do you understand?"<br/><br/>He released her hands,  and leaned back into the sofa.  He wrapped his arm around his sister's back as she curled against him, folding her easily against his chest.  From the way she did--and the way he wrapped his arm around her, his fingers stroking lazily up and down her spine through the robe, almost as an automatic response, as if it was second nature--it was clearly obvious that the twins were used to engaging in such blatant displays of comfortable public affection with each other.<br/><br/>"Do you have anything to add, dear sister?" he crooned, drawing out the word "sister," somehow managing to make it sound lascivious.  Also implicit in the question was the suggestion that anything Artemis said would trump anything he did.