A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)
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				Title: <strong>A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 13:34:20</strong>
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				The family house was a proud one; a medium-sized house located near the center of London. But today, it is a house of sorrow, as men and women, dressed in black, mingle with one another, flowing around one another like a dark tide. The year is 1845; Victoria sits on the throne, and life has never been better for the middle-class Englishman, and it was one of these individuals that the crowd was here today to mourn. Thomas Wellbourne, renowned as a fine craftsman and inventor, had died just three days prior, and the reception was today. The coffin had already been taken to it's final home, and the rites had been performed. All that was left to do was celebrate the existence of such a fine man.<br><br>In the mix, however, was a gentleman who felt the pain of his passing more so then the majority; a young man called Micheal Wellbourne, the son of the deceased. He sat in an armchair, a glass of fine wine in one hand, as people flocked around him to comfort him. He appreciated the intent of these well wishers, but in all honest, he just wanted to be alone, away from all of this. But he recognized that he must be a good son, keep the Wellbourne reputation intact.<br><br>He did, however, eagerly await the arrival of his sister, who he had not yet seen through the mass of mourners. He hadn't see her for months until this tragedy, their educations kept separate from one another. Nearing the age of eighteen, he had a fairly powerful figure, made robust by his habitual walks in the mornings, the key to a creative mind, his father had always said, while the obvious side-effect of a well-toned form being no less of an advantage. His brown hair was cut fairly short, as was the fashion, and gave him an air of respectability in dealings with other people. Looking around, he continued to look for his Sister, while trying to maintain the facade that he was listening to whatever the grievers had to say. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 14:02:35</strong>
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				Cecilia Wellbourne dabbed her eyes with a small kerchief, her gloved hands hiding it within the pockets of her skirts. Her black dress swished respectively as she moved into the main room. Long brown curls were pinned up under the satin bonnet she wore, a netted veil covering her delicate features. Moving quietly into the room she noticed the eyes that fell on her slender form. A family friend walked over quite swiftly to offer condolences which Cecilia gratefully accepted, patting her hand warmly as her grey eyes fell on her brother. Biting back a sob she hurried over with tearful eyes. <br><br>Till now she had managed to keep her emotions in check quite well, it was hardly suitable for he girl to break down in social company. But seeing her brother the spitting image of their father when he was a young man...it was too much and she found the tears were too hard to hold back any longer. "Oh Michael...why does it have to be till now that we meet again?" She had missed her brother, having been sent off to a finishing school at 16 it had been almost two years since last they met. Their father had always insisted that education was the most important aspect of life, however her mother also understood the importance of social standing. So after being educated at home by her father she was sent away to learn how to be a lady of class, her rather regal demeanour giving evidence for this.
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				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 09:06:10</strong>
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				Micheal's ears picked up as he heard his sister, a kind of morose smile emerging from his lips. Turning to her, she was the very image of a mourner; her elegant black dress swirling around her, and a while bonnet obscuring her beautiful features. Even now, there were things that only siblings could detect; such as her change in posture. The two years in finishing school had changed her into a lady, and it was all too apparent now as she stood before him. Nodding to a few people in his company, he stood up, walking towards the young lady in black. "Indeed...It is a sad day when two siblings meet once more, after two years no less, at their fathers funeral. None the less, it is good to see you, Cecilia."<br><br>Seeing her sob, he couldn't help but feel sympathetic to her, a tide of sorrow sweeping over him as well. Opening his arms, he made to embrace her, gently rubbing her back as he did as an attempt to console her. "Now now, Sister...Don't cry. What would Mother think, mhmm? Two years to learn self control, and you're still sobbing!" He tried to laugh quietly at his own joke, but he found it was very difficult. Truth was, he could understand her pain entirely, and she was quite right right to allow herself the luxury of tears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 18:28:49</strong>
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				She was unaware of the others present in the room as her brother held her, she felt at home once more, something she had missed sorely in the past two years. Calming herself down to hitched breathing she placed her hand over her stomach as she stepped back, the corset she wore underneath causing her breathing to come off as more ragged than she would have liked. Smiling faintly at he brother's joke she nodded, a small curl threatening to fall loose from the pins. "Quite...seeing you just brought it all to the surface I suppose." Her voice was soft and quite, something else that had been taught, as a child she had been loud and raucous, keeping up with her brother, trying to make sure she too was counted for within the household.<br><br>Looking around at the various glances her outburst had received she blushes faintly. 'I shan't apologise...I think my tears are justified considering the circumstances." she said softly to her brother, well aware of the disapproving stare her aunt was sending in her direction. Bringing out the kerchief once more she tidied her eyes and looked intensely at her dear brother. "How are you? You seem so...distant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 08:27:58</strong>
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				"Mhmm...Well, I'd rather be in other places. I know I must remember dearest father, but here..." Micheal looked around cautiously, before continuing. "I am not familiar with even half of the attendee's. This is my fathers world, not mine, and although I may pretend I'm as good as the man who raised me, I can say for certain I am not; not yet, anyway." He sighed, looking to his shoes briefly, before looking back up again, to his sister.<br><br>She had changed, that was for sure. The way she acted, talked, moved...It was all different, albeit sometimes being the smallest of changes. Listening to her, he caught her ragged breathing, before briefly looking to her lithe, slender body, surprised that he could find it...Well, striking, to say the least. She was certainly slimmer then she was before she left, and that tends to suggest a certain thing."Well, sister...I did not know you were the type for corsets." He grinned, trying to change the mood for the better. "Another trick you have learned from school?"<br><br>As he smiled, a man in the crowd caught his eye. He looked professional, sharp features suggesting honesty, and sharp clothes suggesting wealth. Moving through the crowds, he moved his briefcase into the left hand, before holding out his right. "Hello there; You are Mister Wellbourne? I was your fathers lawyer...If you don't mind, we have things to discuss." He nodded warmly, before turning to Cecilia, too. "The lady must come too; I know this is unusual for legal purposes, but your father was quite clear about it in his will." He looked around, trying to pierce through the mass of people with his eyes. "Is there a spare room about where we can use?"
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 18:45:30</strong>
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				Her soft smile widened as he picked up on the corset. "Truth be told I loathe them. However to be a proper lady I must wear yards of pointless petticoats and lacings. I really don't see the appeal, I'd much rather dressing like the "uncivilised" and be able to breath properly." <br><br>Back at school she had often quarrelled and battled with her mistress over her clothing. She much preferred simple light dresses, with perhaps an under skirt. Or perhaps even a pair of bloomers. Yes, those were the current scandal amongst the girls of her age. She had been so tempted to purchase a pair to wear to lunch one day, but after a warning letter from her father that it might not be her best planned thought, she decided against it. He had however agreed that it would have been truly hysterical to see the faces of her mistresses and fellow girls.<br><br>As the stranger approached them Cecelia put on her bravest face, her brows kitting as he spoke. She was taken aback at the request for her presence, but knowing it was father's wish she relaxed. He had never moved to exclude her due to her gender, a quality many men she was introduced to lacked. Following her brother and the gentleman she nodded to those within the room as they left. "We can use father's study perhaps?" she knew it would be quiet, and she was sure that it would be acceptable for them to go to. Perhaps it was that she wanted to be surrounded by him once more.
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				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 08:53:37</strong>
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				"Yes yes! I'm sure he wouldn't have minded us using it." Michael said firmly, trying to conceal any joy or sorrow that may have swelled within him as a consequence of that choice. He had spent many a happy hour in that room, learning Mathematics, Natural Philosophy, English, along with the many other subjects that one must be taught to be a proper man of society. It had doubled up as a classroom for both Michael and his sister for the first sixteen years of their life, a decision their mother had always quietly disapproved of ("Separate schools for separate genders!"), but thankfully one that their father had always approved of, so that the siblings didn't ever become alienated from one another.<br><br>"Please, this way, Mr..." Micheal paused, unable to come up with his name. He should know this! It was something beginning with G...George, Geoffry...<br><br>"Mr Gordon Smith, at your pleasure." The lawyer smiled and offered his hand, which Micheal duly shook. "Don't worry, It's not the most memorable of names, and I have only been working with him since you two left for boarding school. Anyway, I believe the study is this way?" He smiled, and led the way, keeping a very firm grip on his black leather briefcase.<br><br>"He seems like a nice fellow..." Micheal said, smiling, before making to follow him, continuing to talk to his sister while pushing through the crowds. "And yes, breathing is one of those things which is most important to us as humans...Besides, two years apart hasn't been long enough to forget how "Uncivilized" you could be at times." He laughed softly, remembering how she would shout back in the days, eager to make sure she was counted with the men in all matters of the household.
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 21:13:47</strong>
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				She listened in silence as they spoke, following them to the study and her delicate hands picked up her skirts, squeezing between the guests as she tried to manoeuvre the nightmarish mourning clothes about her slight frame. Keeping her eyes down she knew many would think it strange for her to be following the gentlemen, what could they possibly have to say to her? But it was her father's request she be there all the same.<br><br>As they reached the dimly lit corridor she leant into her brother as he spoke, a soft smile crossing her face. "I was never very good at meek and mild was I?" laughing along with him she stopped herself, knowing that if she was heard it would be considered disgraceful in light of her father's state. Since that blasted academy her every move was scrutinised, was it proper? was she expected to say that? oh wouldn't it be splendid if that young man were to talk to me! Incessant and never ending gibberish filling her mind.<br><br>As they reached the study she slipped a gloved hand under the potted plant by the door, picking up a key and unlocking the door. "Father still hasn't changed" she added softly, the hiding spot having been known to her for years. She always suspected her father knew but never thought to stop her behaviour.
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				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 08:39:07</strong>
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				"Mhmm...Some-things never change..." Micheal said wistfully as Cecillia found the key from under the plant pot, smiling at her as she tried and maintain her sense of status. Bowing his head in thanks, he pushed the door open to be met with the dusty room from teir childhoods. Very little had changed in here, there were still two stools in the corner, the stools they would sit on as they learned about the world, and the desk was still in the same place; in the very center of the room, facing a wide, bright window.<br><br>The Lawyer ducked into the room, and he too must have caught some of the trappings that this room had, too. Having worked for Mr Wellbourne for two years, they must have come to know each other fairly well. With a cough, he recomposed himself, facing the two at the door. "Well...There's a reason I've dragged you up here. You see, although the entirety of the will has been sorted out, and the money and items placed either in storage or your private bank accounts, there is one thing in his will that he explicitly said you read. It's a task, of sorts..." He placed the briefcase on the desk, opening it with a dull click, before pulling out a piece of paper, handing it to Micheal.<br><br>He held it between him and his sister, and read it. It goes as follows.<br><br><div align="center">Hello there, children.<br>If you read this, then regretfully, I am dead. Believe me, I would have rather that it be different, for I certainly enjoying living, but one can't change facts. Be strong, and look after each other, for you will need each other more then ever.<br>There is one task I ask of you, in the name of your father. As an inventor, it's my nature, nay, calling, to research and built; to seek the unknown. To that end, I started building a device, a machine that will change the course of human development. However, if I am dead, I can obviously not continue it's construction. So I started a correspondence with a young man in East India, hoping that he will continue my work after I am gone.<br>Here is what I ask of you. Take it to him. Everything's already packed aboard my private airship, all it needs is a pilot. I'm sorry to be manipulative, but it's actually the reason I taught you basic flight maneuvers as children. In fact, a great deal of your education as children may prove in handy...Hold onto your learnings, my children, hold onto them, and shine like the gems you are.<br>The mans name is Franklin Weatherlook. Just head in the direction of East India, and you'll be fine.<br>Godspeed, and sorry to burden you.<br><br>Yours<br>Thomas Wellbourne</div><br>Thomas looked up at Cecillia, and blinked a couple of times, before a small smirk came across his lips. "I think you're going to have to loose the dress, sister...Our father has given us an adventure..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 18:28:47</strong>
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				As they entered the study Cecelia privately pressed the key to her lips, walking into the dusty room and moving to open a window to let in some air. Standing over by a book shelf she dragged her fingers over the volumes, the dust collecting on her fingers. Dusting her hands off she listened carefully to their father's lesson, no longer did tears fall, instead she was overwhelmed with a strange sense of peace as if she were truly hearing her father's voice speak to her from beyond the grave.<br><br>Smiling coyly at the two men she removed her gloves and placed them delicately on the desk. "Indeed, it seems we have a lot of work ahead of us dear brother." Grinning she removed her bonnet, the veil leaving her face to reveal the delicate features, those piercing green eyes, ever searching for any excuse for mischief and adventure. Patting down her hair she felt like a new reason for her life had been offered to her on a silver platter, knowing very well her stay at the Cheltenham's Academy for ladies would be over and a world of discovery had been laid out at the feet of her and Michael. "Thank you very much Mr. Smith, I greatly appreciate you coming out here to talk to us. But I can't help but wonder about this airship. Did father mention where he had it..uh..stationed?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 09:37:11</strong>
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				Micheal couldn't help but smile as his sister took off her bonnet, her beautiful features becoming once more apparent. She had grown in two years; not in size or in shape, but matured as a person, her sharp features now carrying the air of respectability and "properness"; But she couldn't hide her desire for mischief and her want for rebellion from Micheal, the glimmer in her eyes giving away her excitement, where other women would gasp, horrified that they might have to go adventuring! <em>That's what crazy treasure hunters do! Stay at home, and be an accountant!</em> He could imagine her mother saying, but he had cared very little for her mothers wishes for the last few years; it was her who separated the siblings after all.<br><br>The lawyer rummaged through his briefcase, and made a quiet cheer as he found a business card. Handing it subconsciously to the male in the room, Micheal then read it out.&nbsp; "Fleet mooring station; just west of London. Not too far. We ought to pack before leaving though." Micheal said, nodding to the lawyer, who in turn offered a small bow. "So...Is there anywhere safe from the reception where we can gather ourselves? Or should we stay here..." He rested against the desk, pondering. "What would Father say..."
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 10:24:15</strong>
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				<em>"What would Father say..."</em><br><br>Cecelia grinned even wider at this. Moving over to the third bookcase from the entrance door she let her hands stroke and examine the wood before finding just what she was looking for. "I think Father would say leave as soon as you can and make sure your mother doesn't know. "I love that woman but blast it she is a trial"" she added with her father's voice. Unhooking a latch hidden by a red cloth bound book she revealed an old servant's passage way that they had played in as children. The dark corridor lead to the kitchen where they would be able to get to their rooms without having to talk to any of their guests. Leaving would be fine provided they left once more through the servant's quarters. <br><br>Looking back to the room she smiled at he lawyer who had a true expression of befuddlement on his face. "I do apologise, it seems two years of finishing school has failed to rid me of my Father's enthusiasm. It has been a pleasure meeting you sir and if you don't mind going back out there and perhaps mentioning to someone that I broke down and fainted from sheer distress of the whole rotten thing, then perhaps they will be wise enough not to question our disappearance." She placed a hand over her waist, she was sure he would faint soon enough if she didn't get out of the wretched thing. The idea of a corset was to make the woman's body appear more desirable it was said. She personally believed all women's designs were thought of by men, heeled shoes to make it harder to run away, corsets so you couldn't breathe. All the more easier to keep women in their place she thought angrily. <br><br>Lighting a small gas lamp which hung on the inside of the passage, she looked into the darkness as she stepped forward. "Are you coming Michael?" she asked over her shoulder as she made her way forward, her mind itching to get tarted and head off to the mooring station.
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				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 09:04:00</strong>
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				He laughed as his sister imitated their father oh-so well, before nodding in agreement. "Then we leave! Enough said, lets get ready." He smiled as the "secret" passageway became apparent, his childhood rushing back to him in a wave of nostalgia, a warm smile creeping over his lips. Briefly, he turned to the hesitating lawyer, who was by now thoroughly confused. "I, too, thankyou for imparting you with this knowledge. I am glad such a solid man was chosen to be my fathers associate. Now...If I made be as blunt as to say, but I'm sure you heard the lady. Chop chop!" He grinned, patting the lawyer on the shoulder, feeling almost giddy as the open road beckoned to him, free once more of all these trappings of respectability. The lawyer bowed his head, and quickly left, shaking his head as he did so, bewildered at what these...Kids! These kids where about to do.<br><br>Taking one last look of the study, he nodded to his sister, and smiled. "What, would you think I would leave my sister to do all the work? I'm making sure you don't do this job too well..." He smiled, seeing some of the rebel inside her come back to the fore. "We <em>are</em> popping into Paris on the way there, no exceptions." With a chuckle, he followed his sister into the darkness below, the dusty passage now somewhat derelict. Noticing where her hands were, he sighed, shaking his head. Corsets...The bane of all nature. If he wanted a woman dead before married, he would have specified, and as such, he held the undergarment in little regard. "Sister, if you really can't stand that thing, make sure you take it off before you leave. I don't want to have to run to catch the next buss to fleet, only to find you behind me, passed out on the floor because of a ruddy corset." He smiled, closing the passageway after him, leaving them in the dark; but still very much able to navigate themselves through the tunnels.
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				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 18:24:38</strong>
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				The gas lamp flickered softly as they walked briskly...well, as fast as she could manage. "Ruddy corset indeed. Michael I can assure you, if it was't for dearest Aunt Emily I wouldn't have dared touch this corset. However I have some image to put across mother says, especially in public. Heavens knows what she means by that." She giggled lightly as they neared the end of the corridor, her heeled shoes clacking on the damp stone walkway. "Why Paris may I ask?" Her brows raised with ignited curiosity, her pulse racing from the sheer excitement of the entire situation. Trust Father to leave them one last adventure in his name.<br><br>Her hands fumbled about on the door, dainty fingers searching for the latch. "Blast this damned door. I could never find the blasted latch.", she muttered to no one in particular, crying out with triumphant glee as the door finally prised open. Turning out the gas lamp she grinned at her brother who was wearing the exact same ridiculous expression. She couldn't think of anyone better to share this trip with and she was sure they were going to get into a lot of trouble on the way...quite frankly a fact she wouldn't change for all the diamonds in Africa. Taking a long slow breath she cleared her throat as they passed through the kitchen, beaming at the old cook who she had always held in the highest regard, loving her cakes more than her own mother in some respects. Sneaking through the servant's quarters the two siblings finally reached their wing, Cecelia hardly hesitating before rushing to her room to get out of the miles of clothing. Opening her door a crack she called out to her brother, "Michael? Could you unlace me? I'm about 3 minutes from passing out I think." 
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				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 08:34:37</strong>
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				"Paris? Is it not obvious, sister? The sights, the sounds, the smells; there is not a larger bastion of culture in the world except Paris; barring London, perhaps." He grinned&nbsp; as you prize the door open unaided. It was almost as if he was watching from the sidelines, merely looking upon his body and his sister from some other world as the adrenaline rushed through them. They had done little exciting (Yet, anyway) but already, he felt electrified.<br><br>Nodding to the cook as they passed through the kitchen - Now really, there was no human, man or woman, on earth who could make a finer lasagna - he followed his sister to their wing. He made his way into his room, digging out a briefcase, and putting all matter of clothes into it; determined to be ready for anything. He paused somewhat, however, as you asked him to unlace her; it wasn't that it was rude, for there was nothing of her sister she hadn't seen before, but it had been so long since they had met, let alone helped dress. Regardless, he decided he couldn't very well leave the poor girl suffering, and set upon saving her.<br><br>Gently pushing his way into the room, he smiled as all manner of memories returned. Play fights, games of chase...Needless to say, she was more energetic then the typical lady of the house. Making his way over to her back, he started untying the laces, pulling them out one by one. "Sorry sister, they are pulled in incredibly tight...I'll endeavor to be as quick as possible, for I should dearly wish no harm towards you." He said it almost subconsciously, smiling as he tugged on the clothing, slowly getting it off her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 18:59:41</strong>
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				The room was bathed in a pale pink light caused by the drawn lace curtains which hid the view of the garden. The furnishings were of white wood and painted brass, the cushions and throws an assortment of lilacs and yellow. It was a truly feminine room, one which Cecelia had rarely let anyone enter. It was her haven and memories of childhood littered the place, including the porcelain dolls lining the shelf over her bed. There was also a rather well loved teddy bear with worn fur and a soft velveteen coat of royal blue which still, at the age of 18, Cecelia had not been able to part with.<br><br>Feeling her brothers fingers prise the laces which lined her backbone she gripped the brass end of her bed. "Oh don't worry about that, I'm a tough girl really." Letting out a relieved little moan she placed her hand over her stomach once more, the top half of her dress now hanging around her waist. she still had her chemise and under clothes on under the corset, but just the release of pressure on her ribs was enough for her. "Ad yes, they are rather tight aren't they. Apparently my waist isn't small enough." She tutted softly under her breath as the garment fell looser around her, her grip now leaving the bedstead to hold up her clothing. "Thank you. I see someone had the courtesy to bring up my trunk...I'll have to re-pack but I shan't be long." Smiling excitedly she gather up her clothes as he left, jumping from the confines of her clothing and flinging the corset to the darkest corner of the room, damning it to hell silently in her head. <br><br>By the time she had ransacked her wardrobe her trunk was filled with various dresses and other such things. They were mainly simple travelling clothes, but her girlish nature had prevailed, with a third of the trunk being occupied by basic jewellery, shoe and assorted hairbrushes and other trinkets. She stood in the middle of the chamber dress in a grey dress, a bodice covering her torso, yet she had dared to let her neck go uncovered having learning to loathe the itching of high collars and unnecessary buttons. The dress fell lightly to the floor, only a petticoat underneath so the material often grazed the gentle curve of her legs. The bodice itself was lined with a black trim, sleeves reaching to her wrist and cutting off. She pulled on some netted gloves from her youth, the fingers ripped off. She would always wear them whilst studying with her father and they covered her hands, skin peering through the black netting, yet her fingers and thumbs were still available to turn pages and grip the various implements her father would bring her to replicate. She re-pinned her hair into a low bun, her dark brown waves held up from her neck. She finished with a grey ribbon which she tied as a band to crosse the top of her head. Checking her reflection she opened her door and dragged the trunk out into the hallway, noticing her brother was already waiting outside for her. "Have you been waiting long? I've found getting ready is more time consuming lately."
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				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 09:17:20</strong>
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				"Not at all, sister. Only a few minutes at the most extreme of measures." He nodded, smiling. He had quickly finished his packing, putting all manner of bick o' brack that could be useful miles away from home, before closing up his briefcase, and walking out&nbsp; into the corridor. He allowed himself a moment to see what she was wearing; She looked far better without the corset, a free creature, not one of those skeletons gentlemen occasionally keep in the house. "So, we really mean business now, don't we? You've even found your studying gloves." He grinned mischievously, occasionally turning to the entrance of the child's wing, just in case someone should enter.<br><br>"So! We've managed to pack without alerting the greater amount of the party, so, time to leave in a similar fashion, I would say!" He said, nodding, "So, I think it's high time we used the servants exit to leave, and follow the alleyway to the carriage station.&nbsp; We could pick up a mode of transport there, and truly be on our way." He nodded sagely, turning in the direction of the exit - once more, through the kitchen - before turning back to his sister. "Got everything you need then? Or would you like a few more hours?" He winked, his giddy mood almost impossible to quench.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 13:37:39</strong>
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				Gathering her things she followed her brother through the children's wing and towards the kitchen. Lifting her head she already had a few unruly strands of hair breaking from the pins, but in all honesty she preferred it that way, as long as they were out of her face. Grinning she let out a girlish laugh and stuck out her tongue "There's no need to tease me!" <br><br>As they made their way through the kitchen Cecelia stopped to hug cook, kissing her on the cheek as they left. She didn't take time to explain where they were headed but she couldn't leave without one last hug. Cook must have known they were off fro the expressions on their faces from before...perhaps Father had already warned her. Pulling out a brown paper bag she handed it to Cecelia, the contents being some of her delicious cakes and biscuits for the journey. Thanking her one last time Cecelia headed out into the alleyway where her brother was standing. Waving the bag in the air she spoke up, "Cook gave us some sweet provisions. I think she even gave you some of your favourites. So are we headed to the carriage station? Do you think Mr.Smith would have thought to call ahead? Perhaps we should have thought of that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 09:10:59</strong>
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				Micheal grinned as he saw the paper bag, knowing that whatever was within it was definitely going to be delicious. "Mhmm, it's good to hear that someone has got us a leaving present. Such is the pain of leaving in secret, I suppose." He smiled, following his sister into the alleyway. It was dark, the two buildings shadowing the small access path with ease, but it was not too bad, and it was easy enough to navigate through it to reach an open boulevard, bright stone cobbles laid out over a fairly busy town square. On the other side of the square were several horses and carriages, waiting to take the gentry to wherever they will.<br><br>"Well..." He began, emerging from the alleyway as he did so, "I do not now. Maybe he has, maybe he has not, there is only one way to find out, I suppose." He entered the crowd with ease, slotting into the flow of the public as it gently pulled them over to the carriage station. As he got closer, the whinny of horses became much more apparent, the powerful steeds ready and waiting to carry them away. From the crowd, he tried to work out who was the person he'd need to talk to to order a carriage, and soon enough, he spotted a man wearing a grey wig. <br><br>"I think it's him." He whispered to Cecillia, nodding slowly. "Well, I brought a little money with me anyway, so I suppose it's not the end of the world if we must pay." He sighed, but still kept his imagination alive. After all, if his father had taken care of a massive airship to take them to india, then a carriage to get to the airship was just due course...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 18:55:57</strong>
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				"Cook always one to think of those things." She added softly, clutching the handle of her trunk a little tighter as they reached the more crowded area of the square. Cecelia breathed in the air, a tad foggy as was the norm in these times, steam and industry leading the way. As people milled about their business she felt a distinct chill. It was the sense of adventure..though perhaps more of a forbidden mission, making it al the more provocative to the young girl. She was safe in the knowledge that if any five individuals surrounding the siblings knew just what they were seeking to do, there would surely be uproar. <br><br>Walking briskly to keep up with her brother's fast pace she kept her eyes alert for any signs. Spotting the Carriage Master just a little after Michael she nodded and thought of the small purse she had somewhere. No, that would be best kept for later if in need of emergency. "It isn't too far to Fleet mooring, not even ten minutes I would think." she tried to retain the youthful optimism they had felt just a little earlier, the concept of money not even occurring to their wandering minds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 09:45:25</strong>
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				Hopping off the boulevard, he strode over to who he guessed was the owner of the carriage station, the older man with a flamboyant grey wig. Micheal smiled somewhat even as he coughed for his attention, unable to separate himself from the euphoria of this escapade. "Excuse me, sir. We would like to hire a carriage to Fleet Mooring station please. The name is Wellbourne." He nodded as the greying man looked through his register with a grim, buisness-like face.<br><br>"Well..." He began his voice deep, yes civilized. "A carriage there would usually cost a few shillings; however, it appears someone has already hired one out in your name, on a free to use basis." He nods, showing them over to a black carriage, two white stallions already being attached to it. "Please, enjoy your travel, the driver will take you to where you need to go.<br><br>Bowing his head, Micheal flashed a grin at his sister, a sparkle in his eyes. "It's like our father is watching over us from heaven. I wonder what other surprises he has for us on the way..." He smiled, before jumping up into the carriage, his long legs more then enough to clear the distance. Leaning down, he offered his hand to his sister, smiling. "Need a hand getting up, dearest sister?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 11:25:30</strong>
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				She could hardly contain her excitement as the Master explained the circumstances of the carriage. Nodding to him her eyes travelled to the white stallions, the sight truly taking her breath away. "It would seem so wouldn't it dear brother."<br><br>Walking beside him t the carriage the driver took care of their belongings, strapping them to the roof of the carriage whilst her brother bounded the large distance between ground and carriage.&nbsp; Pursing her lips she looked up at him and accepted his offer quite readily as she was sure she would have never been able to make such a jump herself. "Thank you Michael." she murmured, smoothing out her skirts once settled in her seat. Licking her lips in anticipated excitement she felt her feet tapping as a way of trying to calm her nerves. Grinning at her brother she even laughed as she thought to what it was that lay ahead of them. <br><br>As they drew up alongside the entrance to the station Cecelia took a deep long breath, hand over her chest as she tried to calm herself a little more. To the proper eyes of the public she must have looked ridiculous, her cheeks a little flushed and her hair falling from its pinning. She didn't care for the opinions of others, seemingly adopting the slightly chaotic nature of their father. "Quick can you help me down I don't think I can wait much longer..I may burst with excitement." she said, her eyes gleaming with the rush of adventure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 09:15:57</strong>
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				The journey had not been a long one, perhaps a little more then twenty minutes, and before they knew it, they were at the mooring station. Various airships had all been tied down to the ground with heavy weights, stopping them from being blown away by a fickle wind. Each one was a large air-balloon; a zeppelin capable of traveling vast distances regardless of the underlying terrain, their names written on the side in beautiful calligraphy.<br><br>Smiling at his sister, Micheal opened up his door, and leapt to the floor, landing with a soft thud, his entire body crouching to lessen the fall. Looking back up at Cecilia, he held up his arm, hoping that she would use it as support. "Don't worry sister, if you fall, I'll catch you. It's not too far a drop. Believe me, I think the fresh air would do wonders for your giddy temperament." He smirked at Cecilia, a gentle breeze toying with his hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 18:55:21</strong>
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				For a moment Cecelia paused. "I'm just concerned where the fresh air will be" she said quietly, thinking of a way to jump down without her skirts billowing up around her. Holding onto his hand the other held down the front of her skirt. Jumping down she let out a minor squeal as the hem at the back rose up, a gust of air rushing about her legs. Regaining composure she stood up to her full height, ignoring the quizzical look fro ma nearby steward. Looking to the harboured airships she searched for the one that might be their Father's.<br><br>"Did Mr.Smith say which one was ours?" she asked softly, her hair blown about her face as the wind whipped around her slight body. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 09:59:30</strong>
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				"Calm down, sister." He said, smiling, "No-one was looking...Although, they are certainly pleasant legs, for all its worth." He smirked, toying with his Sister, before looking around the dockyard, furrowing his brow, while trying to remember what it was called. Father had always mentioned it in passing, but they had never actually set foot on it; not for a very long time, anyway. "Hum...Something beginning with 'N'...Niarobi...Nebuchadnezzar...Ah! The Neptune!" He clapped his hands as he remembered then name, before walking alongside the airships, trying to find the named craft. With a gasp, he finally found it, and when he did, he was pleasantly surprised.<br><br>It was an advanced airship, the hydrogen blimp looming above over the sleek yacht below, easily big enough for four or five people to live. A gangplank was already set up, and attendants were performing final preparations, such as warming up the engine, and loading it with enough coal to last at least till they're in the continent.<br><br>"This is it, sister...She is is a thing of beauty, isn't she..." He nodded, having been taught about airships by his father. "I could fly that quite happily. Fly it all the way from here, free of these stuffy rules and obligations...And onwards to deliver whatever should be inside the cargo hold." He nodded, striding towards the ship, before stopping at the gangplank, with a mischievous smile. "Ladies first..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 21:02:41</strong>
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				Tutting under her breath Cecelia glanced around as she sorted herself out, following her brother; practically feeding off his excitement. "Regardless of the pleasantness of my legs dear brother...I think some stairs wouldn't hurt." Smiling at the steward she laughed easily and adjusted her collar. Hearing her brother clap she lifted her head up and squinted to see what he had found. Hurrying after him she was close to running, stopping abruptly as he stopped before the vessel.<br><br>Looking up she saw the magnificent exhibit of craftsmanship. "Oh...oh yes that is beautiful" she gasped, walking forward and unable to take her eyes off the airship. Holding onto the ropes that grounded the vessel she bit her lip in thought. "Yes...you shall have to fly it. I was never educated in flying! I shall be far too busy anyway." Shaking her head from her daydreams Cecelia walked over to the gangplank and nodded to Michael. "Why thank you brother." Stepping onto the wooden plank her tongue stuck out a little as she balanced, running up the plank she wobbled a little at the top and she skipped into the yacht. Looking around she grinned at the books and utensils that were being brought aboard she took off her bonnet and cast it away, s few more tendrils slipping free. "Yes..this is far beyond adequate. This will be just perfect.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 08:48:10</strong>
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				Smiling, Micheal waited for her sister to get up the gangplank, before following her, shouting after her. "Don't worry! I know how to fly these things...More or less." A smirk crawled across his face a he swung inside the ship, nodding in approval at the wood paneled insides. Taking a seat on a sofa - which doubled up as a stow away, naturally - he sighed contentedly, idly looking around at the airship. "Indeed, sister, I have an inclination to agree with you on this matter..." He nodded to his sister as she took off her bonnet, watching her cast it away carelessly.<br><br>"You're ready to Launch, Mr Wellbourne!" There was a shout from outside, and with it, Micheal stood to his feet, clapping his hands together with anticipation. Poking his head out of the top of the ship, he shouted back to the foreman.<br><br>"Start launch prep then! We leave immediately!"<br><br>About ten minutes later, the ship was afloat, maintaining a medium altitude over London as they gently bobbed over it. Still getting used to his ship, he didn't have as much time to enjoy the view as he might have liked, but none the less, with what glances he snatched, it was impressive. "Sister, I think you should see this view...It's terrific!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 22:17:09</strong>
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				Hearing the calls around the vessel Cecelia settled herself to continue looking about the items being brought onboard. As she felt the beauty lift off the ground she giggled, clasping her hands over her mouth. Smiling wildly she walked about checking everything was in place and taking a seat beside her brother as she laid out some maps and a book dedicated to India. gazing over the tome she ran her finger along the text, her mind whirring as she processed the information laid out before her. <br><br>Looking up from her books Cecelia lifted back her hair, tying it with a black ribbon as she stood up. "It's only London Michael." She said cynically, never having really been enthralled by the city despite the hustle and bustle that she craved.However her tone changed as she beheld the scene in front of her. "Oh..that's spectacular" she whispered, her hand reaching out to hold onto his arm as she felt her eyes widen with awe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 08:52:32</strong>
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				Micheal smiled, watching the effect of the cityscape wash over Cecilia. The sight of London was a potent one indeed, for there was no greater city in the world; nothing larger, nothing richer, nothing more influential, then London. He smiled, his sharp eyes spotting ants - no, people - walking along it's wide boulevards, his imagination wondering who these people where? Where were they going? What were they thinking.<br><br>Pressing a few buttons, the wheel barked a few times, the mechanism inside locking into place, before settling down. Letting go of the wheel, the ship began to steer itself, nudging gently in the right direction. "Auto-pilot, absolutely ingenious. Set a point on the compass, and it will continue flying in that direction until you retake manual control." He slipped his hand onto Cecilia's as he reclined in the driving seat, looking up to her sister. She really had grown now, her womanly aspects having developed most considerably, especially now the corset was absent. It was good to see her as a lady now, but at the same time, somewhat peculiar.<br><br>"So, have you thought about how you are going to cope with my presence all the way to India?" He laughed, a sly smile on his lips, "Ah...Just like the old days. Cecilia, I really have missed you. Two years of business college may not sound as intimidating as a all ladies finishing school, but I can tell you now, it is no more interesting. Facts, figures...And nothing to do..." He sighed, looking out the window again. "Much better to be up in the sky..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 22:35:15</strong>
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				Raising an eyebrow with curiosity Cecelia turned her head to her brother. "Autopilot? I shall have to find how that works." she murmured to herself, sitting beside her brother on the bench. She felt far more comfortable now she could dressed how she pleased, her newfound curves more noticeable now that she wasn't constrained by the corsets and bustles and crinolines that were required in civilized company. Leaning back she toyed with a loose ribbon of material on her bodice, laying beside her neckline.<br><br>Listening intently to her brother's words she smiled softly and gave his hand a squeeze. "I think I'll cope just fine. I have my books, I have the world at my feet and my best friend and partner in crime at my side throughout the most fantastical journey of my life.&nbsp; What more could a girl ask for?" she said playfully, even her language relaxing from the prim and proper templates she had ingrained into her. She had never been one for formalities galore "And don't call me Cecelia, you always used to call me Cissy, I prefer that I think. Business college sounds like a bore...all those dull men in suits and bowler hats doing dedicating their life to money...obsessing over the minuscule. No, I think I prefer being educated in the intricacies of soft furnishings." Joining his gaze she smiled at the horizon that lay before them. Looking at Michael she realised that he had grown up far more than she had thought in the past two years. He had truly changed from a boy to a man...and really quite an attractive man at that. She felt her face heat up at the last thought. Was that a reasonable thought to have for your brother? Of course it was...it was a mere observation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 09:19:26</strong>
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				"Alright, alright, Cissy it is then." He smirked, standing up so he could better face his sister, his brown eyes looking into yours. "It's just...Somehow...You're not that little girl I left behind two years ago. You're a woman now, in nature and looks, and I must say it's something that any man would admire." He was almost trying to justify his own thought, justify his glances at her figure; he just hoped&nbsp; she wouldn't find any illegitimate thoughts implied with his speech; for such awkwardness to hang in the air would be intolerable for the whole trip to India. That said, he couldn't help but steal a single glance to your neckline, distracted by your fumbling with the ribbon, trying not to blush as he did so.<br><br>"Well, Cissy, if we're going to do everything like we did as a younger being, free of the worries of society, then how come we're not play fighting yet?" He chuckled, gently tugging on her arm is if to highlight the absurdity - although, in his mind, he secretly wished to return to those days of carefree equality with his sister.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 19:27:51</strong>
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				Turning her face up to him as he stood a quizzical grin crossed her face. "And you're hardly the lanky boy I remember. Look at you! I used to be able to get my fingers to touch when I held your wrist" she showed him what she meant, taking hold of his wrist and failing miserably to touch her fingers. "It seems that you to have grown up into a young man." Standing up she did not meet his height...there were a few inches preventing them from seeing eye to eye. <br><br>The tug on her arm caused her to laugh softly, pulling her arm away from him. "Perhaps it's because you haven't been the incorrigible pain you always were. I only ever hit you for good cause." She said arching an eyebrow as she walked around him, tapping his shoulder playfully. "I can't help but notice the slight physical advantage you have over me now. Something tells me that my rather delicate frame wouldn't be much of a match for your uh..." she had lost her train of thought now, unsure as to the word she was thinking of. Pausing she bit her lip and furrowed her brow, shaking it off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 09:17:57</strong>
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				He smiled as you wrapped your fingers around his wrists, facing down to look at her delicate face. "Well, boys do have a tendency to do that, as do women I suppose. Doesn't stop us from being surprised when it does happen!" He smirked warmly, listening to you.<br><br>"My...Powerful physique?" He continued her sentence, chuckling warmly, looking down at his body before posing like a weightlifter, making exaggerated grunting noises for comic effect. He wasn't well built so much as he was just above the average, his walks in the countryside having built up his muscles slowly but surely. "Well, I never thought I did too much worth rousing your anger, a few stolen cookies here and there...Okay, and the time I pushed you into the pond." He laughed, remembering the memory very clearly in his mind as he made to sit down on the sofa, beckoning his sister to join him.<br><br>"So! Tell me!" He grinned, looking to Cissy, "Are you engaged to some dashing knight yet? Or did you manage to resist being indoctrinated into the finishing school cult of early marriage?" He relaxed, just hoping to make some banter, returning to normal matters of the day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 18:53:12</strong>
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				Rolling her eyes as he posed she laughed at the ridiculous show of "physical prowess". Yes, despite both growing up over two years he was still the silly boy she knew and loved. Playing with her hair her eyes glowered for a moment as he brought up the subject of the pond incident. At 9 years old she had been much smaller than her brother and had ended up with a ruined dress and a cut leg which in itself was something she could have lived with. However it was the scolding she received after letting a frog loose in Michael's room as revenge which had left a bitter taste in her mouth. "I still don't understand why Mother was so upset about the whole ordeal. I was bleeding and my favorite dress was ruined because you pushed me. Surely it only makes sense for me to exact some form of payment. It's not like the frog was dirty" she added under her breath.<br><br>Sitting down a little reluctantly she tutted to herself. "No, I am not. I made it very clear from the start that I would refuse any suitors, even Henry Fitzwilliam who I was told has some manor in Hertfordshire. It's horrible. They dress me up in all sorts of bizarre contraptions designed to shape my body to a more pleasing contour, whilst piling powders and creams to my face. Then once there is no longer an inch of skin showing they parade you about until some dashing young man steps forward. And then it is simply a matter of having to nod silently as they regale the stories about their rich uncle in France." Shaking her head she looked down to the ribbon once more. "Sorry...it's just that the last thing I want to do is settle into some loveless marriage with a man I detest...especially Henry Fitzwilliam!" Feeling the colour rush to her cheeks she rested her head on his shoulder like she used to when they were younger. "When this is over must we go back? I feel like perhaps society is better off without&nbsp; my unruly nature shaking up the promenades and dances."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 08:49:41</strong>
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				He paused, blinking at his sister. The idea of freedom had appealed to him, but never coming back? The suggestion felt odd, although not entirely wrong. He couldn't deny, he couldn't just go back to being an accountant, and she would either have to find some miserable suitor and have a very unhappy marriage. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he decided that leaving London in the past was, quite possibly, the best thing they could do. "You have a point, sister...But what about love? Romance? I doubt you'll find them cooped up with me." He smirked roguishly, shrugging somewhat. "And of course, stability would be an issue...I'm not sure where we'd be able to find a job."<br><br>"However..." He emphasized, looking to Cissy, "I feel it as much as you do. I don't want to return. Any wife I'd make wouldn't be anywhere near as fun to live with as you have for the last 16 years. She'd try and make me proper, and civil, just like how mother tried to constantly sway father's opinion..." He chuckled, watching as you gently fumble with the ribbon on your neck. "And then...Oh god no, accountancy! Never has there been a more boring profession one could actually enter." He sighed, remembering countless hours spent memorizing various tax laws and heavy mathematics. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 18:28:58</strong>
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				Lifting her head she giggled at his words. "Love and romance...yes, I would like those things...but I hardly think I will find either in London. We could start up a delivery business, roaming the world in our balloon delivering all sorts of bizarre contraptions to insane inventors. We could even just travel the world, visit the jungles and deserts." She smiled cheerfully and rested her hand on his thigh.<br><br>"Michael, I say this only because I am your sister...I hardly think any woman would be capable of living with you for so long, I'm quite certain they would go mad before too long. Which in actuality might spice up the marriage anyway." Rubbing her hand on his leg gently she shook her head. Discarding the ribbon, Cissy toyed with some of her hair, her eyes tracking the gentle movements of the atmosphere outside. "You have to do what you love, what ignites your imagination. I hardly think accounting could ever do that for you." Looking to him she smiled softly and rested her head once more on his shoulder, her hand still remaining on his leg.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 08:59:12</strong>
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				"You have a point..." He nodded slowly, smiling as you rest on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you, and gently brushes his fingers up and down your arm, enjoying the feel of your dress, and your skin below while his firm body wraps around you, protecting you almost. It was nice to be this close to his sister again. Although he could feel some degree of awkwardness inside him, he couldn't deny that there were few other women he would ever feel right being this close too. The hand on his thigh caused a warmth to spread over his body, and with a smile, he returned the favour, resting a hand on your soft leg.<br><br>"Do you really think I would drive a woman to the asylum?" He said with a smile, gently tilting his head to get a better look of you, "And if you're serious about jungles and deserts, you're going to need a more suited outfit then a long mourning dress...I'm not sure that would last very long in the wilderness of the world."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 18:22:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered at his gentle touch, enjoying the closeness they had always shared. Perhaps they had a rather unconventional relationship, being so close in age however meant that they had always been best of friends. Even at home hey would spend all their time together, building forts in the garden, studying mechanics together, even planning how best to irritate their cousins the next time they visited. Feeling his hand rest on her leg she barely tensed, seeing it as perfectly harmless. <br><br>"Of course I don't, I'm only teasing. As for my outfit I suppose you're right. Perhaps when we stop in paris we can find something more suitable for me to wear. What would you suggest?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 08:51:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I hear the Amazonians wear nothing more then a loincloth;&nbsp; indecent, to say the least, but I suppose whatever clothes you wear, the jungle shall tear them, so it may as well be something small and out of the way." He smirked, knowingly teasing his sister, while thinking of what else thinking of what else. "As for clothes for the desert...Well, we're heading to India, we shall have to see what they wear." He nodded sagely, before joining his sister in looking out of the ships windows. The city was turning into countryside now, buildings already becoming fewer in number and area.<br><br>He allowed himself a contented sigh as he watched the city slip away, all his worries and anxieties melting within him. "Yeah...We're staying up here forever...I have a feeling I could never return to London, not after this. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 18:46:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt herself blush at his suggestion of a loincloth, punching his shoulder in appalled shock. "Honestly, I don't know why you suggest these things. I don't know if I should like to spend forever up here with you now." Slyly grinning at him she bumped him with her hip, her eyes focussed on the beautiful greenery beneath them.<br><br>Perhaps they would travel for their days, living amongst the people, learning their culture and languages...what a wonderful life that would be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 08:56:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you know me...A mischievous trickster of the highest degree." He grinned as Cissy punched his firm shoulder, and bumped his waist, chuckling softly in response. "Oh well, I take it back then; no loincloth for you!" He smiled, looking at your form. "Although, in all seriousness, it would probably look pleasant on you...Humm, I wonder if the Amazonion's have dignity? Do you think they walk around in shame every day, or are their minds just programmed differently..." He wondered, gently stroking his stubble out of habit. Despite being a tricky youth, he had picked up a great deal of philosophy at his time at the school, anything to distract him from mathematics.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm going to take a quick explore of the ship. This is the only room I've really seen, and seeing as we're going to be here a long time, I think a miniature exploration is in order!" He smiled, getting up before his sister could hit him again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 18:54:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She tutted under her breath at his musings, although she found herself feeling a little heated under her dress at the way he was looking at her. surely this wasn't normal behaviour for a brother and sister. "Perhaps they see the loincloth as a perfectly normal way to dress. It is rather hot in Brazil." <br><br>She turned her head as he walked off, wondering about their sleeping quarters. "Michael...how many rooms does this have?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 08:47:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Quite possible, quite possible..." He mused, nodding his head slowly before shrugging. Oh well! Anyway, to your question, I do not know how many rooms this thing has, but I can only assume not too many, for this ship isn't exactly massive..." He looked around, and noticed three doors to the aft of the ship. One was the chamber room (Enough said), where as another was a study, filled with navigational charts, a desk, and a globe in the corner. The last room was the bedroom, which had a compact double bed built into the aft of the ship, it's white linen ready to be used.<br><br>"I...Er...Expect Father didn't really need a second bedroom." Micheal mumbled awkwardly, "And so must have converted the seccond bedroom into a study." He nodded decisively, before sighing. "I'll sleep on the sofa, this room is yours." He smiled, looking to his sister, putting an arm on your shoulder. "It is more befitting that the lady have the...More private quarters. Besides, can we really share a bed together?" The question was rhetorical, but Micheal could hear his own mind answer; as far as he was concerned, there was only a principle standing in the way. And he wasn't going to start groping his sister in his sleep...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>29-05-2010, 13:24:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Examining each room with great interest, Cissy took note of certain details and particulars, mostly enjoying the study with all its intricate maps and graphs. Of course upon reaching the bedroom she paused and sucked in her lower lip. "Don't be ridiculous Michael, I won't let you sleep on the sofa. It's far too uncomfortable and you'll get bent out of shape." Sitting on the edge of the bed she nodded. "This is large enough for two and we've shared far more than a bed in the past, lest you forget." She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to disagree with her. Standing up she leant over to straighten out the linen once more. "I know it's hardly proper but really you can't expect me to allow you to enjoy the discomfort of the sofa."<br><br>Seeing he was awkward about it she smiled warmly, holding his upper arms. "It's fine Michael, just relax!" Rubbing his arms she retained contact for perhaps more than was necessary, letting go with a slight blush.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 09:21:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Micheal smiled at his sister, before a gently placing a hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin, almost feeling the warmth of her blush. "There there, sister, no need to blush. After all, you've just stated that we're going to share a bed, you can't then blush after merely touching me." He laughs softly, a warm sparkle in his eyes. "Besides, you're absolutely right. Despite everything, there's actually very little in this world that, at the same time, we both care to remember, and that we haven't been together to see." <br><br>He nods, before looking back to the bed, letting go of you, and feeling much less awkward <em>after</em> touching her which felt perculiar for him. Taking a step towards the soft linen, he ran a finger along it, before pushing down on the mattress, checking the springs. Blinking a few times, he then hurled himself upon it, landing with a soft creak, the sheets rippling around him. "Yes...Indeed, most comfortable." He smirked, kicking off his shoes before resting his feet on the bed with a contented sigh. "Obviously, father valued comfort..."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 14:21:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecelia pursed her lips and looked downwards at her brother's voice, almost wanting to laugh at he silliness of her blush. "I suppose you're right there." She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the echo of his thumb across her cheek, the warmth left over across her cheek. She murmured, her face lighting up as he jumped onto the bed. Sitting at the edge she lay down beside him and did laugh this time, her soft voice filling the room. turning her head to look at him she grinned and nodded. <br><br>"Yes, comfort is essential it seems." she said, wishing she could change from the dress she was wearing. He was right, she would have to find clothes better suited for travelling, but with her mother in charge of her wardrobe was it any surprise she had nothing suitable? Leaning herself up on one elbow she looked down at him and giggled at the scruffy hair that now stuck up at all angles. Gently pushing some to the side she whispered to him playfully, "You look absolutely ridiculous, less time playing of beds for you I think."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 08:44:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alas! The childish glee of rolling in ones own bed is cut short by the serious sister!" He whispered back dramatically, leaning perhaps a little to close to you, her breath teasing your delicate face, before letting out a soft chuckle, obviously not being serious. "I think instead, this is a good time for you to start playing more. Cast of this crafted shell of control and order, and instead, embrace entropy with a wicked smile." <br><br>With a wink, he then picked up a pillow, and proceeded to softly hit his sister softly on the shoulder, rolling away to the far side of the bed before she could retaliate. "We have two years of childhood lost to our mother. This is Fathers true gift to us, I think. He's letting us live those years again, all over the world." He smiled warmly, still expecting her to grab the remaining pillow and pound him as he remembers all too clearly. Micheal was never very good at Pillow fighting, <em>could never hit a woman</em> he always said.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 10:36:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Serious? she froze at the word, hardly daring to think that that <em>hideous</em> school had had any effect on her. Squinting her eyes she pursed her lips, that devilish sparkle in her eyes as he continued, taken aback by the pillow to her shoulder. Slowly picking up her own she tutted. <br><br>"Oh Michael...those noble morals of yours never help you." she said playfully as she jumped at him, pillow swinging in the air and hitting his stomach with a satisfying -Thump-. "Because you really should know by now." she carried on, having managed to get him lying down with a series of hits to the shoulders and heads. He had blocked a few as always, but not really retaliated. 'Damn this skirt' she whispered as she sat atop him, her legs either side of his waist. "When the woman is me dear brother, either run or fight dirty, else you shall be sorely beaten." she said plainly, as if what she said were an obvious fact, as clear as the notes made from their father's books. Her hands rested on his shoulders to pin him down, her hair flowing over her shoulders from the sudden movement that her pins had not anticipated. The thought occurred to her that it would be best for her to get off of him now, the childish wrestling games they played as children could be easily misinterpreted as something rather more...devious, now they were older. But it seemed that she didn't particularly feel like moving, remaining a little too long straddling her brother.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 00:56:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out childish cries of pain as he rolled back and forth, trying to avoid his sisters blows. However, once pinned down, there was no way to escape her; yet, at the same time, part of him didn't want to. There she was, straddling his waist, her smooth legs gently bumping against his side, while her face looked down upon him with what he could only describe as a vindicated smile, her hair radiating downwards like rain on a dry day.<br><br>Shaking his head, he wrinkled his nose, trying to knock the hair out of his eyes, smirking slyly. "Either come closer, or move to one side...Your hair is behaving in a manner that would put a feather to shame as far as tickling is concerned." Although he knew he should feel awkward in this position, so close to his sister, he couldn't help but feel unworried by their stance; if anything, he thoroughly enjoyed being close to his sibling once more, feeling more at ease with himself.<br><br>Hesitantly, he raised his hands up her sides, careful not to ride up her dress enough to spook her, but enough to reveal her calves, before traveling up to her waist, resting there simply, enjoying her figure underneath his hands. "Remember, I think you'll find your the most ticklish one of us, and you certainly have the most to loose..." Suddenly, he started teasing her waist, tickling her as a warning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 12:12:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he tried to avoid her, slender fingers reached out and grabbed a handful of her locks, using them as a weapon to tickle his face even more. "Shan't" she stated clearly, enjoying this simple torture of her dear brother. Seeing that he was hardly distressed by her position relaxed her mind, realising that she need not worry about the propriety of their behaviour. <br><br>Feeling his hands run up her body did cause her to frown gently, unsure of what he was doing. She could feel the cool air on her exposed leg, something she had been forbidden from enjoying for two entire years. Swallowing nervously as his hands rested on her waist, their strong weight just noticeable under her clothes. It was reassuring, oddly enough, to feel his hands there. It felt...right. She couldn't place the word in her mind, but thoughts of vocabulary were soon dispelled as large eyes widened with horror as he threatened her. 'Damn you' she cursed under breath, squirming as e began to tickle her. "No stop it! Stop it!" she said, her voice distorted by the giggles that escaped her lips. Her hands feebly pushed at his, her legs automatically tensing and tightening either side of his waist. "Mercy!, mercy." she whimpered, rolling off his body onto her beck as she clutched her stomach. "You win." she whispered, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She knew she was vulnerable to his attacks now...she was curious to see what he would do next in light of their relapse into childhood games.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 09:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned, allowing himself a chuckle as he watches her sister roll off him, clutching her sides as he knocks the breath out of her. Continuing the game, he follows her, rolling on top of her, pinning her in a similar way in the same way that he had been pinned, just moments ago, except that his body was between your thighs, rather then on top of them. His face was close to hers, and it was at this point that he really felt unsure of what to do, his childishness leading him into a <em>very</em> compromising position.<br><br>"That should stop you for the time being." He said, trying to stay nonchalant as his strong body pressed against hers, trying in vain to keep the blush off his cheeks. He could feel her warmth wash over him, her breath teased the front of his face, and he the only thing he knew was that he liked it, even though he knew he shouldn't. Shuffling somewhat, trying to keep as much weight as possible off you, he then grins mischievously.<br><br>"Well, as children in this position, we used to say that the looser must accept a dare, right? If you care to remember the time you licked the goldfish, you'd find me to be true...So here's a dare for you, and I do wonder if you'll rise to it...Kiss me." He chuckled, wondering how his sister would reply, calling her bluff.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 11:52:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her giggling ceased as he rolled atop of her, her skirt precariously short now as it rode up her thighs whilst he settled between her legs. It caused an odd sensation in her stomach...was that..butterflies? Chewing her lip out of nervous habit she watched him carefully, those words sinking in very slowly. It was hard to focus, the weight of his body on hers, the rush of hot air as he spoke so distracting, she had forgotten how to talk.<br><br>She couldn't believe he brought up the goldfish. Yes, her face was crimson now as she realised her had trapped her. The goldfish had been a particular dare in which Cissy had since declared never would she refuse a dare or chicken out. Now, years later she was in a rather more dangerous position but still stubbornly refused to back out of a dare. "Fine." she whispered softly, eyes gazing into his as she tried to read his face, what was he thinking? He was too strong for her now, there was no way she would be able to escape him, so she would have to forfeit her victory and kiss him. Turning her head to the side she closed her eyes and breathed out before looking back at him and surreptitiously lifted her head, her soft lips pressing to his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 08:59:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned as she finally yielded to his dare, her soft lips pressing against his own. It felt good, Micheal decided, not just because he had beaten his sister, either. It felt...Right. Pleasurable, yet, at the same time, emotional, feelings previously unknown for his sister starting to bubble up inside him. Slowly, he put a hand on her cheek as his lips linger on yours for a little longer, before feeling it was right to part, his hand remaining.<br><br>"So, how did that make you feel?" Micheal asked, a toying smirk on his lips as he looked down on his sister. "I hope I haven't stolen your first kiss unknowingly...If so, well, I apologize. But only a little." He chuckled, his body still firmly pressed against yours, your warmth comforting him immensely. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 13:30:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It hadn't felt as wrong as she as expected. Instead she was pleasantly surprised at how good it had felt, oddly so. She was feeling relaxed with him, yet at the same time she was now very aware of the building heat she felt, the way her heart seemed to thump behind her bosom in excitement mixed with fear. Even the touch of his hand across her cheek left her feeling warm and soothing. <br><br>Resting her head on the bed she felt the colouring of her face lessen, the blush only gentle now. "It felt...I liked it." she said softly, wondering what he would think of her at the admission. Michael and her father had been the only people who she had cared enough about to worry what they thought of her. Now Father was gone she only had Michael and she didn't want him to think any less of her because of this. "And you're a thief and a cad." she added a little more confidently. It had been her first kiss, something she was quietly happy about. However the reasoning for his delight was confusing. She was feeling differently towards her brother, emotions surfacing she didn't know she possessed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 08:53:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then, I'm sorry to be such a bandit of your lips; but I still can't say I entirely regret it." Micheal said, his characteristic smirk on his lips. He ran a hand through her soft hair, continuing to absently explore with his fingers, while his eyes looked down his body, seeing your bare legs as the dress rides up around you, and his powerful midsection pressed against hers. "In fact...I don't know. It's as if these last few hours have been a revelation to me. To the extent you make my life empty." He nodded slowly, continuing to try and craft his words in his mind, as taught by the teachers at school.<br><br>Shaking his head, his eyes returned to yours, contentment clearly seen in his features. "Anyway, are you quite comfortable down there? It can't be entirely pleasant to have your brother put his weight on you...Down there." He blushed, his enhanced vocabulary not covering any bodily feature up from the ankles, and down from the neck, a life spent in blissful ignorance or strict chastity ensuring such words do not develop. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 10:58:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at his words, clearly she had not been alone in her enjoyment. This only went to further interest her and spark that flame of curiosity she had always possessed, though at this point in time she was hardly thirsting for knowledge of books, more so, it was knowledge of her brother and the new emotions she seemed to have developed for him. She moved her arms, letting them rest across his lower back for now as she shifted gently under his body weight<br><br>"I wouldn't say I'm uncomfortable...it's just a new feeling to adjust to." she was slow in her words, as if she were struggling to describe what she was thinking. Normally so eloquent thanks to her fine education, but being in this position with Michael seemed to wipe her mind completely of proper sentence structures. Truth be told she had never really been in such a compromising position with anyone, let alone her brother, so to say it was a new feeling was quite accurate. "Granted, it would be more comfortable without the skirt getting in the way." she said softly, eyes widening at what may have come across from her innocent observation. "I mean to say, that if I were wearing trousers...then..then it would be more..uhm." Her voice disappeared for a moment, her face flushed with embarrassment as the strange feeling in her stomach seemed to grow stronger. <br><br>She was afraid to admit it but there was something changing between the two of them. This was not the sort of thing that siblings should do, regardless of age. But she cast away those thoughts as she pulled him closer to her, feeling right in what she was about to do. "It felt better when we kissed." she said simply, lifting her lips to his once more. Her kiss was slightly changed, more forceful than before. It was not the hesitant and nervous kiss&nbsp; she had previously given him, this one was more aware...more wanting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 10:19:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Micheal let a soft purr rumble from his chest as he's kissed once more, this time her lips actively seeking his. The kiss fills his mind with all sorts of thoughts, some he understood, many he didn't. All he could decipher was an overwhelming need to close to Cecilia. After a good few moments, he pulls back again, one of his hands gently stroking her soft, delicate cheek, his eyes looking into hers.<br><br>"I understand entirely, don't worry. About the dress, I mean...If you want, you could take it off-I mean, only temporarily if you so desire, until I can find you some spare trousers..." He bumbles with his words, his heart hammering in his chest as the thought of his sister disrobing appears in his head. He tries to shake his head free of such lewd thoughts, but they continue to linger on, clinging onto his mind, that dress sliding off her smooth legs, her elegant back slowly revealed as the laces are undone...<br><br>He blushed somewhat, knowing that even if what they were doing was acceptable, what was in his mind certainly wasn't. Yet he could not deny the appeal of his minds eye saw, and what his real eyes could see. He could feel his arousal growing, and as much as he tried to fight it, he could feel his manhood start to grow, looking down in part shame and part curiosity. Half of him hoping she doesn't notice the growing bulge against her inner thigh, and the other half wondering how she'd react to it...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 11:39:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he spoke of her undressing her bodice seemed to tighten around her, her breath hitching a little in her throat. What was unfolding was not something she had ever thought of doing with Michael, and she was a little afraid of what might happen next. And yet...at the same time she was so very curious to see what <em>would</em> happen next. <br><br>Laughing a little at his mumbling and gentle blush she smile, feeling a little more relaxed at knowing she wasn't the only one who was nervous. "Well...perhaps you would help me then? It can be a bit tricky to do it by yourself you see." Why had she lied like that? she knew perfectly well that she was capable of undressing herself without any help. But her conscience had abandoned her and instead a small voice was encouraging her to advance, just to feel his bare hands on her exposed skin, to feel their heat, their soft touch.<br><br>It was then that she noticed the peculiar feeling on her leg, it was something he had never felt before. Looking down with him she frowned, the realisation taking a few seconds to settle in her mind and the processes to click. Lips parted in mixed shock and amazement. Being from such a proper upbringing no one had ever though to tell her what happened on the wedding night behind closed doors, but somehow she unexplainably knew what was pressing against her inner thigh. Before she could think abut what she was doing she gently pressed her hand to his manhood, delicate fingers feeling the strange bulge. "Is it...it is uncomfortable?" she asked softly, her large eyes looking to his with begging curiosity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 09:22:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He gasped, his eyes opening wide as his sister touched his most intimate area, a place no other woman had touched. He swallowed hard, unable to react for a moment as his body appreciates the touch of her slender fingers, feeling them push against his bulge. "I...Err..." He started, but words would not form. Slowly, in an attempt to break the spell Cecil had cast over him, he rolled off her, his bulge now clearly visible.<br><br>"Y-Yes, I suppose it is uncomfortable..." He said slowly, his typical choosing of words returning. "These trousers <em>are</em> awfully tight after all...I suppose your dress is little better." He looks up and down her body, his eyes noting how far Cecil's dress had ridden up, the sight of her pale, untouched thighs only driving him further. Returning his gaze to her face, he leaned closer, his lips achingly close to his sisters. <br><br>"If we are uncomfortable, I think it's time we readdress our priorities. Shame is no longer a problem, as is social ridicule. Comfort is now the only factor. So, if you would sit on the edge of the bed, sister, I would be more then happy to help you take off your dress." He smiled, working through his actions logically as ever, yet that mischievous grin remained, as if he full well knew what was coming, while his hands slowly caressed your body through the fabric, waiting for you to reposition yourself so he could access the laces on the back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 11:41:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could tell her touch had an effect on him, his member seeming to throb in response to her. she sat up as he rolled off her, a look of puzzlement on her face. Had she done something wrong? Perhaps she was not meant to do that. Certainly it was inappropriate for Cecelia to be doing any such thing as his sister. But they seemed to blurring that particular line. <br><br>Her hands rested in her lap as she sat on the bed, ignoring the fact that her skirt was high up on her legs and there was a great chance that Michael should see her undergarments. The white silk bloomers that graced her thighs rustled a little as she shifted, gasping under her breath as he leant close to her. she could feel his breath dance about her skin, the heat sending a rush of excitement through her body. "Okay." her voice was soft and quiet as fingers moved to support her as she turned her back to him, sitting side-saddle if you like on the bed. Buttons lined the back of her bodice, with a simple silk chemise underneath to maintain her modesty. Really there should have also been the lacing of a corset to consider but she had happily left that in her bedroom back in London. Her stomach flipped a little as she felt his hands grace her back, her right hand lifting up her brown waves of hair to make it easier for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 11:10:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding slowly, he positioned himself behind her, and undid the buttons of her dress one by one. Slowly, the white fabric of her undergarments started to reveal itself, her black dress falling away like some cocoon to reveal the slender beauty of his sisters figure. Unable to help himself, he started undoing the buttons in one hand, the other running along this now "Exposed" body belonging to his sister, running his bold fingers over the silk of her Chemise, gently teasing her stomach, before rising to her breasts, offering them a gentle touch in curiosity as his head brushed against the side of hers, his warmth radiating from his cheek.<br><br>Surely enough, the dress ran out of buttons, leaving it peeled around her waist, his other hand now meeting up with the other, wrapped around her midsection. He had never felt a woman quite so intimately now, and he was truly in uncharted waters now, his heart thumping in his chest as his rigid cock pressed against your her back, throbbing regularly through his trousers. "All done..." He said softly, smiling to her. "Just up to you to do the rest M'dear. Unless your undergarments are too stifling for you." He laughs softly, but he can't help but hope that this is indeed the case...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 12:11:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cecelia closed her eyes as she felt the tightly fitted dress loosen around her body, peeling away to expose her to the cool air that graced her skin. But that was short lived for she soon realised the heat from his hand travelling over her body, caressing her curves overneath her undergarments. As his touch rose to the curve and swell of her breasts she gasped, biting her lip as she tried to relax. but the heat from his breath and the closeness of him to her was intoxicating and she could tell her heart was beating faster than ever. <br><br>Licking her rosy lips she closed her eyes once more as she felt the hard bulge in his trousers press against her back, making his arousal known to her in a most physical way. Wavering hands rested on the clothing that hung about her waist, and she lifted her body a moment to slip out of the dress, allowing it to crumple with a soft thump onto the floor. "I...I suppose so." she managed, turning to face him as they sat on the bed now. Hearing the laugh she smiles, feeling some of the tension in her body passing, one hand reaching for the gentle lacing at the front of her chemise. Unknowing of what to say, she simply let actions speak for her, the delicate fingers pulling at the ribbon, allowing the front of the chemise to droop slightly, her other hand pulling at her neckline. The slow movements cautiously revealed her young breasts to him, heaving a little as her breath caught in her throat. Looking up at him she looked to gauge his reaction, to see what her might do now the silk had slid from her shoulders, baring to him her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 09:40:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Micheal swallowed as her Chemise sank from her shoulders, his eyes unable to help watching the line of silk slowly fall across her figure. Finally, the under dress had dropped low enough to reveal a large portion of her skin, her nubile, exposed, breasts heaving softly as her breath came in fits, the excitement obviously effecting her. He moved his hands from around her waist to ensure the Chemise fell to her waist, before resuming his tender touching, his fingers now brushing against her warm, bare skin. Once again, his hands wandered to her chest, but this time, they lingered, his hands cupping her bosom, and gently kneading them under his fingers.<br><br>"It's...You're beautiful." He managed as his eyes darted across his sisters naked body, savouring her soft, untouched body. His lips brushed against your cheek as he sought to show the affection through actions, now that words were rapidly failing him. He had always been taught that a woman who would readily undress herself in company, even for the final act in marriage, were dolly mops, and should be avoided at any cost. But now, with his sister before him, her nervous disposition quite obvious as she sat there without a top half to her attire, he felt less sure, certain that such disrobing was not a matter of decency at all, but rather, one of trust.<br><br>Smiling, he held his sister close, as if to console her, ensure her nerves were okay. "It's fine." He whispered into her ear, smiling happily. "You're the most beautiful woman I've met, and...Truth being told, your the first I have seen in such a disrobed state. However, should this moment be the last of my life, I would still say that my life had been lived well." He turned his head, hoping to look into her eyes, his typical roguish smile replaced with one of genuine affection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 11:16:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was trying to calm herself, her hands threatening to start shaking. It was so strange, for when they were galavanting about London, set on adventure and goodness knows what else she was bright, confident and a little head-strong. But now as she sat before him, exposed and bare to his caressing hands, she felt all strength seem to disappear. The severity of all this was sinking in and she realised this was truly a first for her, and if t was continuing in a similar fashion, it would be the closest thing to a wedding night that she may ever experience.<br><br>Hearing his gentle words gave her a rush of warmth, shown in her faltering smile as he explored her bosom. It was a strange feeling to one so inexperienced of such things and although he too seemed to be acting upon instinct, whatever he was doing was...really quite nice. She had, true to style gone against everything her mother had ever taught her and had willingly disrobed, but hardly because she was wanton. Michael was right in thinking that it was out of trust in her brother that she did these things. For no one else would have evoked such a reaction from her.<br><br>As he held her close she wrapped her arms around him, burying her head into his neck. His words consoled her, his embrace reassured her and she found her heart calming down a little, though she couldn't deny the newfound excitement of her brothers hands on her body, or the way her soft skin seemed to mesmerise him. Looking at him she smiled in return, this time with more assurance, softly kissing his lips as a way of thanks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 09:23:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at the young woman in his embrace, his arms wrapping around her, just as she wraps her arms around him. He was nervous, but her soft, naked body was intoxicating to him, his worries evaporating every time he glanced at her beautiful face, or her slim physique. Slowly, he pulled back, before looking into your eyes, a consoling smile on his lips as he tried to keep his sister calm, knowing full well the emotions that would be swelling within her; for he was experiencing them for the first time right now.<br><br>"Sister...It seems hardly fair that you place so much trust in me, and disrobe so willingly, while I not return the favour..." He nods, sure of purpose as he shakes off his jacket, and starts to loosen his shirt, his firm chest being revealed button by button until the white silk slides from his shoulders, pooling on the ground behind him. He now stands topless before her, a small blush on his lips as he realizes what he's just done. "Much fairer, would you not agree?" He nods, looking down at himself a little self-consciously, before leaning forward, offering you a peck on the cheek
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selene</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 23:02:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had hardly remembered that it was only her that had disrobed, being so wrapped up in what was happening. "Hardly fair at all." she murmured, covering herself for a moment with her arms as he stood up to remove his clothes. Her eyebrows rose as she watched the layers disappear and fall to the floor, revealing to her his firm torso, his muscles rippling slightly with each simple movement. <br><br>Spotting the blush she grinned, the words causing her to relax and laugh a little. "I would say so but I feel it's slightly more uh...taboo for me in this situation I think." Her arm still covered her porcelain bosom, turning her head a little as he kissed her cheek. It seemed they had gone past the point of no return and there was no logic in backing out now. they had embarked on this journey in search of discovery and new experiences, and it seemed that was exactly what they had done...thought perhaps in a manner they had no previously considered. <br><br>Sitting on her legs she looked at her lap and licked her lips in thought, and returned her gaze to his body unaware of the way she seemed to stare. Taking a deep breath she dropped her arms to her lap and shifted on the bed, heavy lidded eyes looking up to him as her hands stroked his chest, guiding him on the bed as she explored the feel of his body under hand. It seemed as if they had been created to oppose each other completely, his body firm and strong and hers soft and curvaceous. Her delicate fingers danced over him as she grew accustomed to this new closeness. there was also the thought in the back of her mind that she still wore her bloomers, something which she suspected would be exiled to the floor along with the rest of her clothing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Father's Wish (Tribalz and Selene)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 08:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she guided him down to the bed, a his chest tingling as she stroked him gently. He began to do the same, his own, larger, hands reaching up to gently trace over her body, unsure really where to stroke or pet. He knew he had an innate attraction to those soft, nubile breasts of hers, but he didn't know if the feeling was mutual, and so he remained cautious, letting only one hand gently play with it, softly pinching her tender peak.<br><br>The other hand sank down her body, stroking over her smooth tummy, and making soft circles around your navel. It was only when his fingers brushed against Cecilia's bloomers that he realized they were still on, his definition of unclothed being hastily re-written. He had never seen what lay behind the white sink of her undergarments before, and needless to say, he was curious; perhaps just as curious as she was about his "bump".<br><br>Smiling, he raised his eyes up to hers, and pulled your chin up with a spare hand, breaking her gaze from the rest of his firm body, his eyes twinkling with deviousness. "Well, we've come this far, so we cannot retreat on what has been done, but only proceed forwards...And for that, I think one last child's game is in order. I'll show you mine if I show you yours." He grinned, his fingers already pressing down somewhat on your bloomers, his eyes goading you on.
			</dd>
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