<hr/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">nor·mal·i·ty</span></span></strong></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://wmfeeddotme.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/stephen-james-mens-health-spain-april-2015-photo-shoot-003.jpg?w=438&amp;h=575&amp;crop=1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Name: </strong> Revelin Towler<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Subdued <br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong> Mid-Week|Fall Term|Late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Autumn<br/><strong>Other:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">No one in school knows Autumn. No one knows that she is Revelin's sister.</span><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Incest</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">The Towlers didn't do "kindly" smiles; not to strangers and definitely not to each other. But when Revelin and Autumn were alone, he knew the ones-- the smiles that belonged to him. He admired this one silently, like he did the others. All the while, unaware that behind his tough looking exterior, his eyes were giving away his gladness. <br/><br/>Revelin's hands left Autumn's pale, willowy neck. They skimmed down the contour of her back, and joined together in a clasp of intertwined fingers. She had already closed the space between them. And distracted as her kneading hands were, Rev managed to catch every word she said about her dull professor. He was about to weigh in on the subject. Even jokingly suggest that she transfer schools. But mid-laugh, Autumn's lips and teeth caught him between a rock and a very hard place. Now it was his eyes that were closing. <em>His</em> throat let out a low hum. His hands parted. Quickly finding her hips, where he held her roughly. <br/><br/><em>“Want to come with? I promise I can make it worth your while~”</em> She said. And he knew that she could. His lip curled up in a crooked smile. He walked them across the aisle and pressed her against the large support pillar, between bookshelves. An alcove of sorts. He didn't mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did. It had just been so, so, soooo long. One of his hands slipped back into her dark tendrils of hair. He coaxed her head back, to catch her ear, where he whispered, <strong>"Where am I <em>coming</em> ... exactly?"</strong> <br/></span>