The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)
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				Title: <strong>The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 02:01:31</strong>
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				Lance Corporal Edward Fleming looked over to the Private giving him a ride home, he liked he military. It had done a lot for him, made him into someone that wasn't afraid to stand up to a bully, or stand tall in a crowd. A Man that girls looked at and liked what they saw, and men looked at and admired. Granted, the SAS uniform that graced his broad shoulders tended to do him all sorts of favors. But being in the military wasn't the highest paying of jobs, and he'd seen some things in Iraq that still gave him nightmares. Having a buddy die in your arms does a lot to sober you up about a war. And having people at home hackle you when you get off a plane after going to fight for them also demoralized him a bit.....so it had been a phase of his life, and now to move on get a better paying job and enjoy it more. He also looked forward to seeing his family, he hadn't seen his sister since she was fourteen. Damn, most of the teen years were already under her belt while he was gone. Than of course Mom and Pop....wow. He chuckled and the private looked over to see what was going on....their was one thing he was going to miss..."Eyes on the Road Private!" he snapped his head back....bossing new recruits around was still fun.....23 and in the military....still a young man with a mean streak at heart. He shook his head and did managed to thank the lad as he dropped him off with his military bags......he looked up at the Two story and knew something was up, or his parents had changed. The drapes were shut, and their were no cars in the driveway. He looked down the street and instantly recognized 4 different vehicles belonging to family friends....he smiled and shook his head heading to the door with his bags. <br><br>He stood a good 6'1 the average size for a special ops man. Granted when he left he'd weighed in at about 170...now he was a good 220. Lean mean British machine.....with his Mothers dark raven hair and his fathers steel gray eyes he was every bit a masculine man. Not a boy anymore......he walked to the door and rang the doorbell wondering who'd answer it, or if he'd have to open it himself. He still knew where they hid the key....but for the moment he stood their in the cool morning sun in his Formal Attire, waiting for his family to show up......any minute now....
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 15:45:27</strong>
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				Years, many had passed since Abigail saw her brother, and little contact she had with him during his time in Iraq. The odd telephone conversation, and the few letters written did little for their relationship, and now he was coming home; a stranger Edward would be, yet not. It was an odd thought, but one that loomed in the young woman's mind as she tried to puzzle out how different he would be, and in not succeeding at that, she made herself a G&amp;T giving little care that it was only the tenth hour of the day.&nbsp; As she raised her glass to her lips, she soaked in her surroundings. Her parents were busy, chatting amongst close relatives, and the few friends that Edward had remained in contact with including his girlfriend. Abigail frowned and swallowed her G&amp;T in two or three gulps. The wench, she knew, had been flirtatious with other men, but Abigail didn't know how to tell her mum not to invite her, and too, perhaps she and Eddie had an open relationship. Whatever the case may be, it was not Abigail's place to say anything, and so she did not. She just silently loathed the cow.<br><br>Amongst the clucking and chattering, Abigail was the one whom heard the soft chime of the doorbell. For a moment or two, she paused to wonder if anybody else heard, and on seeing how her family was absorbed in becoming reacquainted with one another, the girl left the room and padded to the front door. Her footsteps were light upon the oak floor, practically silent as she weaved about the furniture, and the two sleepy dogs whom barely shifted as she walked past them. Master Jigs was her beloved bulldog, and Winston, the liver and white English Springer Spaniel who was a constant companion for her father. &nbsp;“Lazy useless beasts,” she muttered and stopped before a wall mirror to check her make up and clothes.<br><br>In her earlier years, Abigail would never had been caught in dresses or skirts, but of late she had taken a fancy to them. Her hands, thin and adorned with several rings, smoothed out the retro 70s mad red plaid dress that barely fell below her upper thighs; the black tights clung to her long shapely legs, and covered her decently, but she knew the littleness of the dress, as lovely as it was, irritated her father to no end. Perhaps her father knew that she had taken to wearing dresses because of Peter, a mate of Edward's whom she was now dating and had a close relationship with; her virginity was lost to Peter, and she loved how his hands roamed over her legs absentmindedly, affectionately,&nbsp; lustfully, when she wore skirts and dresses. She smiled at the idea, and a flush of colour brightened her skin as she remembered last evening. The scent of Peter, his Escada fragrance, still wore on her skin and blended with the Chanel perfume she wore. A silly smile crooked her lips and she did a quick examination of her makeup. <br><br>Her eyes, she knew, had a little bit too much black kohl around them, at least for the morning, but Abigail enjoyed the look of smoldering bedroom eyes, and cared little what others thought. The blue of her eyes were crisp and vibrate, rich in hue when they were heavily accented, and vainly, she adored that. Her fingers wiped a smudge of lipstick away, a rich pink hue, yet subtle against her pale skin, and then she tucked long strands of her hair behind her ears. The mop of hair fell below her shoulders, barely, and it was dyed the colour of chocolate with brilliant burgundy and pink throughout; she took a flat iron to it that morning after she had made Peter breakfast. Satisfied with her appearance, Abigail opened the door.<br><br>Edward was standing there, in uniform, an hour earlier than expected. She stepped out onto the cobbles, closing the door behind her, and she glanced at her watch. One hour earlier than expected, and no doubt her mother was at fault for this, being excited that her little boy was coming home; she had worried about him over the years, and it aged her around the eyes. &nbsp;“Oh, Edward!” She practically whispered, and draped her arms around him surprised at the mass of muscle that the clothing hid. &nbsp;“It's so lovely to see you,” she breathed out and kissed his cheek and then peered at him. Her hand playful hit his chest. &nbsp;“And don't you dare leave me alone with them again! Mum insistently chatters like a bird about any topic in her mind, and Da is a bit of an orge!” She laughed out, affectionately caressing his arm, and squeezing his hand. She stared at her older brother, barely recognizing the man who stood before her. &nbsp;“Christ, you're lovely to see again.”&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 21:55:45</strong>
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				The man smiled as the door opened, his eyes expecting to see his Mother or Father greeting him. Think of the surprise when his baby sister came to the door and opened it for him....well one quick look over her and his mind instantly knew that he would never think of her as his baby sister....at least not when she was dressed like this. When he had left she had been a lanky mess of arms and legs, lost in the world of puberty as many girls at that age were...but she had most assuredly filled out. And her legs were sure to make most men stare...and it bothered him that he caught himself wondering how smooth her skin was. Damn, leave her a tomboy and come back to a minx. Twas the way of the world he supposed. When she looked over him he smiled broadly and spoke in a tone that she'd never heard him use, he'd never been much of a confident child. But now he oozed it. "Hey sis." <br><br>He was pleasantly surprised when she draped her arms around him in a hug, and his well muscled arms circled her by the waist and lifted her up for a few seconds in a brotherly hug. When she kissed him on the cheek he kissed her on the forehead remembering how she always used to fret about finding a boyfriend....he got the distinction that she wasn't quite as worried about that anymore. He set her down and acted like he was wounded when she hit his chest. "Well good grief lass, if I had thought that Mum and Da would drive you crazy I would have valiantly stayed home and protected you from the utter madness that is they, But honestly. I do take after Father, so in all fairness I'm sure it will be worse now that I'm home."&nbsp; Edward felt her hand on his arm and hand, but didn't put much thought into it, he was just happy to be home. When she spoke again he had to chuckle. "Yes we both of changed quite a bit, it's good to see you again sis.....now what is going on here anyway. Mum never parks her car down the street, last time she did that was for a ......ahhh" He grinned. "I'm here before I'm supposed to be aren't I?" His devil may care grin and the sparkle in his eye suggested he was thinking of getting into some mischief. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 22:56:31</strong>
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				Edward's embrace was kind and warm, a sliver of what he truly could have given her, yet he probably feared crushing her lithe curvaceous body. She guessed him to almost be a hundred pounds heavier than her, and all solid muscle from what she could feel of his back and arms, even his hands. Abby stepped away from him then, only by inches, and the girl folded her arms underneath her youthful and perky bosom, holding herself, to stave off the chill of the damp morning. It had rained during the night, and the early morning, and not surprisingly, coldness could still be felt in the air.<br><br>She looked at their mother's car parked down the road, following her brother's line of sight, and on hearing the last of his words, Abigail lightly wrinkled her nose and gave Edward a quirky grin. &nbsp;“By an hour,” &nbsp;she told him and lightly laughed. &nbsp;“Mum must have wrote the time down wrong when she was last speaking with you,” She leaned in close to him then, and bit her lip. &nbsp;“Or maybe you told her the wrong time altogether? Hmm?” &nbsp;She smiled at him and put her hand on the doorknob. <br><br>&nbsp;“Well, there's little point of standing out here looking daft. Best we go inside so you can have your cheeks pinched by Aunt Betty,” Abigail said and opened the door, but not before she took his hand in hers. &nbsp;“Mum even invited some of your mates.”
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-08-2007, 23:22:24</strong>
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				In his full formal gear, and being a soldier for that matter, the chill was of little concern to him. He hardly noticed the weather unless it went below 40 or above 90. But here in England once it hit 90 people started to panic....he chuckled when his suspicions were proven correct. His mother wasn't the best when it came to covert things.....but when accused of leading mum astray he acted distraught. "Me? Lie to mum, now it's you that is being daft." But the thought of being pinched by Aunt Betty did make him shiver a bit. That woman just didn't know personal limits....and he wasn't 4 anymore......<br><br>He let her lead him inside and smiled, his next question was fairly obvious..."Is Samantha here too..." He hadn't seen here...and her letters had grown less and less frequent as of late. He suspected she had grown hopeless towards the end of his Tour and was glad to get the chance to fix their relationship, of course he didn't know that she was already sleeping with someone else.....another friend of his....who was here at the party....and was frenching her in the anteroom right next to the door......She'd feel him tense in her hand. And he let her go. They both noticed him at the same time, but he was ignoring Edger, he had just lost any relevance in this house..."Edger....leave now while you still have a hand to open doors with...." Being SAS made that threat a distinct possibility. And he wisely muttered a word to Edwards Ex-girlfriend and retreated out the back door. <br><br>Edward shook his head slightly when Samantha started talking. "no....you could have written a Dear John letter....that would have been cruel...but this is inhumane. You don't get to speak. You can just go....Obviously you care so little about me that you are willing to make out with your new boyfriend at my welcome home party......so just go follow him out...don't talk with me again....." He spoke with conviction and anger, his skin flushed with the temper that the military hadn't drilled out of him, and the look in his eyes left the other woman with enough of a mind to leave while she still could. <br><br>"Sis.....don't tell mom I'm here yet....I'll show up in a hour like i guess I should have....I need a minute....." And he had been betrayed by two friends, by the end of the day it would be 3...after all his Best Mate was dating his baby sister.....thats always a nono....and so he headed up the stairs and went into his bedroom, laying on the bed in full uniform...silent tears trailing his cheeks....he'd been planning to marry her...had all sorts of dreams....damn that bitch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2007, 02:48:28</strong>
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				It was not how Abigail envisioned her brother being told about Samantha, and had Abigail knew that Edger was involved, she would have said something to her mother about not inviting them, and the reason why, however, that was now being thought in retrospect.&nbsp; The situation was a mess, a disaster really, and as Edward addressed both Edger and Samantha, Abigail stood in his shadow with down cast eyes, drifted into a sense of disbelief, and absentmindedly, her hand wandered to her brother's back. Tenderly, soothingly, she rubbed his shoulder in a gesture of comfort; the muscles were already tense and tight and worsened as he spoke to her. <br><br>&nbsp;“Of course, Eddie,” was all Abby could manage to say, her voice eerily quiet, and with grave sadness, she watched her brother disappear up the stairs. For a moment Abigail stood alone in the anteroom. She thought of her mother's efforts to put the small gathering together, all the times that her parents fussed over Samantha and gave Abby little praise or attention, and now with her brother devastated, or at least she assumed that, the young girl opened the front door and slipped outside.<br><br>With great strides, she walked after Samantha. &nbsp;“Listen hear, lady, I want a word with you!” &nbsp;Abigail called out, pointing a finger at Samantha. A well of loathing and anger seeped into her mind and body, boiling her blood. She noticed Samatha trying to ignore her, but it would not work. Abby was a stubborn girl, one full of determination, chance, and was rather unpredictable at times. Before Samantha could reach the safety of Edger's car, a posh little mini Austen, Abby reached her and slammed her into Aunt Betty's car. Samantha winced in pain.<br><br>&nbsp;“What the hell sort of game are you playing at? Do you have no self respect or self worth? That's my brother you just hurt back there, and in our house carrying on with his mate!” Abigail spat out. Her brow wrinkled with disgust for the woman.<br><br>&nbsp;“It doesn't concern you, and Eddie should have known that--” Samantha's words were cut off by Abigail.<br><br>&nbsp;“Should have known what, Samantha? That while he's serving his country, the world, really, going through God knows what in that God forsaken country, that you're behaving like some back street slapper? You've got nerve, you cheeky lady, and if I ever, ever, see you 'round here again, I'll see to it that I knock your face in! Do you understand me?” Abigail said, her words threatening, and although she appeared to be a slip of a girl, she was a bully on the field hockey and football fields. Samantha only nodded her head.<br><br>&nbsp;“Right, Abby,” Samantha said, and a coy little smile appeared on her face. Abigail let Samantha take three steps away from her, and then, with an unexpected graceful quickness, Abigail leaped forth, spun Samantha about, tugged her blouse over her head, bent her over and drew her knee into Samantha's unblemished face.&nbsp; Samantha started screaming, her high pitched squeals pierced the air, and Edger slipped out of his car and charged forth. <br><br>Abigail simply raised up Samantha's head, and looked at her broken nose, and the blood that leaked from it which smeared over her pretty face. &nbsp;“I hope we have an understanding,” Abigail said, and pushed Samantha into Edger's arms.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Get the hell out of here, Edger, and take the tart with you.” Abigail said, and turned to leave the couple on the street.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>20-08-2007, 07:00:45</strong>
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				In his room he looked around with a small sad smile, a punching bag in the corner he used to paste bullies pictures on...back when he was the wimp....the nobody....the one who had somehow landed the cheerleader with his lovely eyes and charming wit....the bitch. He thought about pounding the bag a bit, but he was still wearing his dress uniform....and as any soldier knew that was something to baby...for sure. He shook his head in silent agony....man. First he had to deal with the fact his sister was all grown up, now he had been betrayed by two friends..at the same time no less.....ugh. And he had been looking forward to coming home? He shook his head and took a towel from one of his drawers and dried his face...totally unawares that his sister had just when downstairs and given his ex-girlfriend a broken nose.....he looked at the clock and than simply sat in his computer chair....sitting down and deciding to look at the video that he had made with her, one of her giving him head....he shook his head. She had always been a slut, she had been fanatical for sex, she had begged him at times for it. He debated whether or not to delete it...but he was a bit of a pack rat...besides which it was a arousing video, and it was nice to have something to slam her with should he ever wish too........<br><br>Soon enough it was time to appear, and so he shut down his computer and headed downstairs to meet his sister, awaiting the grand reunion that was sure to occur. Hugs from female family members, and pinches from Aunt Betty..., handshakes from the men...hopefully a good time. He knew that he wasn't the charming happy young man he normally was...but come now, only one person in the house would know unless she told another...and he still had one more thing to look forward too.....<br><br>(Short post I know, and I figured that Video might be found by her before they get going...and it could be a long one, one to get her thinking that way...or not just a maybe)<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2007, 17:48:40</strong>
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				When Edward made his grand entrance, family and friends flocked to him, hugging him, clapping his strong shoulder, and only Abigail noticed his changed facial expression which was now somber, but he tried to make an effort. Abigail did not rush over to Edward, letting their relatives fawn over him, and instead she and Peter looked to be in a conspiratorial conversation, alone in a corner, that was somewhat animated with hand gestures.&nbsp; It had been obvious, if Edward noticed them, that Abigail confided in Peter about Samantha, about the incident that occurred between the girls outside, and too, it might have been obvious that the couple were close; Peter's hand lingered on the small of her back, gently stroking her. Abigail had wanted to tell Edward of her relationship with Peter, but every time they spoke on the phone, she became too much of a coward, and a letter did not seem appropriate. She had practically begged Peter not to mention it to him, wishing the news come from her, and Peter had sighed; arguing with Abby was taxing, and all he could do was light a fag and finish his pint.<br><br>&nbsp;“You are a very wicked girl, Abigail Fleming, and I've a solution for that,” Peter teasing said, his words but a whisper in her ear. He pecked a kiss onto her head, and glanced at her family who surrounded Edward. &nbsp;“Go and say a proper hello to Edward before your parents become suspicious.” He told her, and nudged her off towards the crowd, delivering a playful slap to her thigh. Abby glanced over her shoulder at Peter, and wrinkled her nose at him, but a silly smile graced her lips.<br><br>Abigail weaved a path towards Edward, skirting Uncle George who liked to pat her bottom a tad too often of late, and pushing past Aunt Betty who looked as if she were ready to pinch Edward's cheek once again for good measure. Safe in Edward's presence, Abigail gave her brother a smile as her thin delicate arms encircled him. This time she said nothing, but her hug was more tender, and she stroked his short hair with an affection that was to comfort him. &nbsp;“I love you.” Abby managed to say, and kissed his clean shaved cheek before breaking the embrace. Her blue eyes soaked in her brother's image, and then she wiped the trace of lipstick from his skin.
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>20-08-2007, 19:45:45</strong>
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				Edward was indeed buried in well wished relatives and friends, hearing endless praises of his willingness to defend his country....and a few more quietly spoken curses that he was supporting such a stupid action. A quick leer from him typically silenced that line of conversation faster than a ray of sunshine on a typical English day.....however for the most part it was indeed a lovely welcome home, it would have been bloody perfect......but the betrayal did damper his spirits somewhat. And it was obvious to anyone who knew him, but they were kind enough not to ask. He heard all sorts of stories, from his sisters hockey and football, apparently she had the "attack" genes that had made his father famous in his high school and college football games. Whereas he Edward had only found it after he had joined the military.......And alas Aunt Betty got her cheek Pinching in, grabbing it when he had bent down to give her a hug.&nbsp; He briefly recalled a SAS instructing never to open yourself to a enemy attack...and was amused that his training was now kicking in during family situations.....<br><br>However that training also made him catch something quite.....unsuspecting for him. The special ops world taught you how to read people, but even without the training he would have seen how his Best mate was treating his sister....and knew that was no way to treat your best mates sister.....the bloody wanker was sleeping with her.....he looked away when Peter looked his way and said something, thankfully missing the flirtatious touches.....that may have sent him over the edge...and as it was he'd be having a talk with Peter for breaking some rather well know rules regarding best friends....<br><br>When his sister came over he changed his demeanor, all for her. Even back when he had been a wimp he had protected her...on one occasion surprising the whole middle school she'd gone too by beating up her bullies older brother who had come to school after he had....well beaten up her bully. He'd played water polo of all things....so he had never had much of a upper body compared to some kids....but his legs were so taunt they used to be made of Iron it seemed. Used to amuse him when his young sister would punch his legs just to prove to her friends that yes, her brother had thighs of steel. He shook his head at the memories happy ones.....he hugged his sister and felt the peck on his cheek and her hand in his hair, her whole aura warming him greatly......on a whole, even with the drama....this place was sure a hell of a lot better than war.....
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 02:59:22</strong>
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				&nbsp;“I hope that you'll be able to stay home for awhile,” Abigail began to say, but was cut short by her mother whom draped her hands idly along her thin shoulders. She gently squeezed her daughter's shoulders, and leaned in close to her and Edward.<br><br>&nbsp;“of course he's staying for a bit, darling, aren't you, Edward?” She said, her voice low; the scent of gin perfumed her breath, yet Edward did not reply. Truly, her mother made more of a statement then anything, and with a crooked eyebrow, their mother gently shook her head and more specifically, tugged her earlobe sharply.&nbsp; &nbsp;“And I just had our neighbour 'round here, telling me of your behaviour out there on the road, lady. Honestly, if this family cannot start acting like civilized beings, well,” Their mother stopped talking for a brief moment and shook her head again. She gazed at Edward and stroked his cheek. &nbsp;“Samantha was here, my darling, but I fear your sister chased her away. If you want to slip out and see her, we'll understand. Why don't you go and see her, dear. You'll probably catch her at the hospital or ring her mobile.” The mother clucked her tongue then and gave Abigale a dreadful stare. &nbsp;“You, girl, belong in a zoo, behaving the way you do, honestly.”<br><br>Abigail feigned innocence. &nbsp;“Mum!” She exclaimed, but could hide the hint of laughter in her voice. She watched her mum step closer to Edward, lovingly looking at her son, and again, she stroke his cheek.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh! I almost forgot!” Their mum wheeled about on her heels, and quietly addressed Abby. &nbsp;“Betty and George are staying the night, and I'm giving them your room so best to stay at Peter's tonight. I'm sure he won't mind.” She laughed then, placing her hand on her chest and looked at Edward. &nbsp;“I thought your father was going to collapse when he caught the pair of them at it in the front room! Honestly!” <br><br>Abigail dropped her mouth open with astonishment, and swatted her mum on the arm. &nbsp;“Mum!” She squeaked out, and gestured to her brother. &nbsp;“He didn't know! Peter and I haven't told 'im!” Abigail said, her voice in a low hiss.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh, Abby! He would have found out within minutes anyways! Give over, girl, honestly,” Her mum turned to Edward. &nbsp;“I suppose she could fair worse, but still, it was unexpected.”<br><br>&nbsp;“I'm still here, Mum!” Abigail said, and in exasperation, she walked away from her mother and brother. She went to pour herself another G&amp;T, and then went into the kitchen, out the back door for a bit of peace away from everybody. It was not how she wished Edward to learn of her relationship with his best mate.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 03:52:26</strong>
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				Edward knew of course his Mother's vice regarding drinking, he had lived hear not too many years ago...granted he didn't expect her to be semi-wasted already...and of course he simply had to shake his head as his mother predictably brought up Samantha.....the woman had adored her like a daughter. She had thought she was the one...so had he...he sighs rather hard. Although he did send his younger sister a secret grin when he heard that she might be found in the hospital......that was rather amusing to him. He piped in too in razzing his sister..."Ya, she should be locked in a cage......With the key swallowed." He decidedly dodged the little swipes his sister made at him for that comment....what came next wasn't unexpected...but just as unwelcome. <br><br>Hearing the Peter and his sister were together was just as unwelcome as he knew it would be...the fact that his sister wasn't comfy in telling him proved she felt guilty about it...as well as she bloody should. He shook his head..."No mum, she can sleep in my room tonight. I'll take the couch......" His mother just seemed to shrug, she was half drunk and happy her son was home. She wasn't in the mood to say no...and he knew from the stories his father told that when he was younger he had used that to his own advantage quite often...so had the kids in fact...just for far different reasons.....he watched his sister walked off and he sent a look at Peter and mouthed <em>outside...now</em> than he headed for the back door. <br><br>Once Peter was outside he felt the urge to slap him..."Peter....my baby sister....dammit..." He shook his head in disbelief. "I told you to cover her ass not fuck it you bloody wanker." He was quite pissed. And wasn't thinking very straight. Granted he had violated a old old code. You never date your mates sister without asking first, and you don't hide it for fucks sake. He listened to whatever rebuttal his, soon to be, ex-mate brought forth...and threw the idea about to thrash him just for the hell of it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 15:28:24</strong>
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				Abigail found a place of solitude in the back gardens. She lounged underneath the shade of an oak tree with the damp grass prickling her back, and as she stared at the heavy thick branches of the old tree, she could smell the light fragrances of the perennial beds near her. The scent of lavender floated in the cool air, and with that, she tried to relax, but all the while she cursed herself for not telling her brother about her relationship with Peter. She sighed as she recalled her mother's words. &nbsp;“How could she be so loose tongued?” Abigail muttered, speaking to herself although it looked as if she was conversing with the tree. &nbsp;“I know! I know! It's the gin.” Another sigh came from her, and she turned to stare at the house wanting to damn all those within it, but then again, it was the nature of her family. <br><br>Dysfunctional and strange they all were, her relatives, in their own way. Mainly, they were harmless, always trying to help even when it was unwanted assistance or uncalled for, and one could never stay mad with them for long even when offense was taken.&nbsp; It was simply in their nature. Peter, too, blended into their family well and perhaps it was because he had been close friends with Edward for many, many years and knew the dynamics of the Fleming family. Abigail knew not. All she knew was that when she and Peter were caught in the front room, exposing more than their relationship, her parents eventually accepted that she was sexually active, and there were worse men to be bedding their daughter than Peter. <em> “Well, at least he has a job, a decent one at that...</em>. It was all her mother could say, but her father did not speak to her for almost a fortnight. <br><br>Abigail frowned at the memory. It was something that just happened between her and Peter, something unexpected, a natural attraction between them, and it could not be helped. Her frown grew as she saw Edward step outside with Peter.&nbsp; Edward looked gravely serious, and Peter looked quite casual with a cigarette between his fingers while holding a half full pint glass. She propped herself up onto her elbow and studied the men, wondering what they were speaking about, and she could only guess that it was about her relationship with Peter. She collapsed onto the damp grass with a slight groan that befitted her mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>21-08-2007, 20:07:15</strong>
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				Peter of course was calm, and really not caring about his mate going wacko. Yes Edward was a great guy...but when it all came down to it a guy will always choose his girlfriend over his best mate. After all, Edward wasn't sleeping with him......Yes yes Edward I knew this, but she came onto me man....and I had a moment of weakness..... Which was a bold faced lie, granted she hadn't been coerced into it she hadn't tackled him and forced him either.......although that did bring back some lovely memories of Abby dancing for him, and he closed his eyes and smiled that smile that all guys knew.....bad idea in front of Edward....<br><br>Edward listened to Peter....and shook his head in disgust. He was lying straight to his face, he knew Peter could have said no. And that would have been that. And he doubted Abby was the type to stalk a guy until he slept with her. No, Peter had wanted it. He shook his head and looked over at the guy, watching him with anger as he calmly took a sip of his drink and had a smirk on his face.....he was thinking of his little sister, probably nude...doing something lewd.....he felt a full body shiver as he could perfectly well see Abby's long legs being bared deliciously slowly during a striptease.....he mentally berated himself and turned his attentions to the guy who was soon to be on his "Kiss my ass" list. "Peter......I can't exactly go and tell Abby to not fuck you, hell if I did it'd Probably make it worse. Make it more taboo more fun for her. But I swear to God if you EVER..." And he said that loud enough for Abby to hear him. ..."...harm her....if I ever have to comfort her at home because you did some boneheaded thing I will come after you and I will make you wish you were never born..." Now he was up in Peters face...and had the satisfaction of seeing just a bit of fear their. He'd never seen this side of Edward before, only people who had were his squadmates and those who were dead......<br><br>Peter was quite pale at this point, seeing as he knew the stories about the SAS as well as the next person. Perfectly merry folks they were. God help you if you pissed them off however....which as seeing Edward was in his face he knew he had......granted he still didn't care...now he was just a bit afraid. He just wanted to go home with Abby at this point and have her relax all his troubles away...she was very good at that.....Alright mate alright cool off will ya.... He sounded just as nervous as he was........<br><br>Edward knew Peter better than anyone, had been there when he'd first gotten high, had his first beer....crashed his first car. He'd even been an eyewitness to a date-rape. Which at the time had been bad, but when he had talked to the girl later it had turned out to be a fantasy of hers anyway......but still....he didn't trust Peter....he was a ok guy for a friend....but not for his sister. Edward turned and stormed off.....suddenly glad he hadn't been armed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 00:29:59</strong>
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				Edward's few words rang clear in the air, and made Abby sit up under the tree and watch the two men, two friends, exchange words. Then, with suddenness, Edward left, dismissing himself from Peter's presence, and in return, Peter simply lit a cigarette, and leaned on the railing to the back porch. He looked very long and lanky in the morning sun regardless of the bulk that the navy v-neck sweater had given him, but all the same, Abigail thought of him as handsome. His free hand ruffled his short dark hair, and he turned to glance at her, and she noted the faint smile that curved the lips she so enjoyed kissing.<br><br>The young woman bound to her feet, and walked across the damp ground; the dew made her tights wet, and bits of mowed grass speckled her back.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Should I even ask what you two were talking about?” Abby asked as she approached Peter. She too leaned on the rail, and then stole his cigarette for a quick drag, but he snatched it back quickly.<br><br>&nbsp;“These,” Peter stated and held the cigarette up before her, &nbsp;“are not for you. A filthy habit, as your mum would say, and I don't need them or your brother having a fit if they see you smoking. I won't be blamed for that habit, so, it's best you don't start.” Abby was about to interject, but he pointed his index finger at her. &nbsp;“I mean it, lady.”<br>Silence then fell between them. She stared at the periwinkles below; they roamed over the landscaped bricks to haunt the grass, and Peter stared at her.<br><br>&nbsp;“I should have told him about us, Abby, from the beginning, but being a man, he'll soon forget about any errors of etiquette.” Peter mumbled to her, and gave her a sideline glance, more of a leer. &nbsp;“Did you enjoy last night? Like being teased like that?” His voice was barely audible, and he smiled when Abigail could only nod.<br><br>&nbsp;“I could barely walk this morning.” She whispered and bit her lower lip. Her face flushed red, and she opened the back door. &nbsp;“Perhaps if I speak with Edward,” Abigail began, but she saw Peter's look of indifference, and she could only smile at him. She had to find Edward, had to explain to him, make him understand...yet why she had to justify her relationship with Peter to him, she didn't quite understand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 00:45:18</strong>
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				Edward meanwhile had gone into the house and talked to his Da and Mum ever so briefly, explaining that he doggedly tired from the long flight home. And seeing as most of the people in the room were their friends not his, well they understood and told him to enjoy his nap. Not that he thought he'd get to sleep. His sister would see him head for the stairs in a glimpse through the back window before actually opening the door. He headed directly into his room and within moments had his dress uniform on his bed, and more precisely off him. His shoes were lined up against a wall, his socks in a drawer properly folded and his dress shirt was hanging in the closet. He was now in a pair of black boxers and hanging up his dress uniform. He'd left his door open as only family came upstairs unattended....well until recently. And he wasn't quite concerned with anyone peeping through his second story window.....<br><br>When his sister did catch up she'd see the rear view, and the boxers were a tad too small so the view was good indeed...if one were inclined to think that way. His back was broad and very defined, muscles seemed to ripple as he brought his hands back from hanging the uniform....and if she dared look lower she'd see a very tight butt.....and of course very strong legs....as he turned, of course military style, the view got even better. His abs were, well a definite six-pack, his pecs were well shaped and big...and those arms looked strong enough that if he put his mind to holding her down....well it would seem that he would no longer have any troubles. It used to be when they wrestled that she'd be slippery enough to get out of his grasp....no longer it seemed. It was only at that moment he noticed her however....whom by now would note how the lanky boy who had left England from war was no longer lanky....at all. <br><br>"Christ Abby...." He muttered as he grabbed a towel from his rack, she was the only family member whom he regarded chastely...and until recently he had believed it too. But at the moment old habits died hard, for she was still 14 as far as his mindset was concerned...."What do you need sis?" He asked quietly as he went to go put on a pair of more modest shorts.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 02:57:20</strong>
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				For the most part, Abigail mastered moving silently about the house. She knew which floor board squeaked, the loudness of the squeak, the windows that made too much noise when hoisted open, and the doors that creaked from the hinges that longed to be oiled. All of that knowledge gave her freedom to roam through the house late at night, sneaking out and in, having a life lead to the fullest instead of obeying the curfews that her father tried to reinforce. In the upstairs darkened hall,&nbsp; where the blinds were opened in the stairwell, yet with the window being a northern exposure, it let little light inside the home, there Abigail stood watching her brother undress. Little did she realize that she had originally stopped to ponder her words that she was going to say to him, yet on catching sight of him, his body, those firms abs, his sun kissed skin, she found herself lost in thought. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. Her breathing deepened as it did the night before when she was becoming aroused by Peter, his tongue gliding over every of her body, teasing her...<em>teasing</em>.<br><br>Her brother said something, addressed her, and did so with surprised. In her stupor, she saw him snatch a towel, and it triggered her to release her gaze, her thoughts; very much so, Edward was a stranger. When he left home, he was all legs and arms, or so she recalled, and now the man whom stood before her was different, self assured, and she could tell that by his stance, and his voice. She shook her head, stepped into his room, and closed the door behind her, latching it shut. &nbsp;“I'm sorry. I didn't mean,” She licked her bottom lip as she stumbled for words, and feeling heated, embarrassed, she glanced away. &nbsp;“When you left home, you were all limbs, and now, well, good gods, man!&nbsp; I'll have to beat the girls off of you if they see you like that! You're gorgeous.” She half smiled and half laughed, and she sat down on the edge of his bed and picked at a fingernail that had broken from raking down Peter's back a tad too viciously.<br><br>&nbsp;“So, I think we need to talk, don't you?” Abigail said, glancing up at him, trying to approach him, the topic, as an adult instead of a child. She learned much over the years during his absence, and she believed herself to be somewhat more mature then some of her age. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 03:29:38</strong>
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				He pulled on his shorts as his sister sat on his bed and spoke, batting girls away my eye....he had just broken up with the only girl he'd ever had sex with....he wasn't going to be looking. At least not for a while. "Well sister...they don't exactly train you at the SAS to get girls you know...every one of these muscles has saved my ass...but thank you for the compliment. I'll send you the calender soon." He was being sarcastic, and she knew it. "...and as far as girls go I'm going to lay off looking for a new girl for a while...." If he only knew. He grabbed a T-shirt and threw it over his head. However it only made it worse as the shirt was his old size, now it was a second layer of skin...."Fudge..." He muttered, next item...shopping. He sighed quietly and stood in front of her, ever trained to have the advantage in any situation. <br><br>Whens he spoke about needing the talk he couldn't help the words as they came from him, evil spirited and sarcastic. 'oh about what sis, the fact that while I was away fighting for our freedoms you decided to start fucking my best friend, seemingly have been doing it a while, didn't utter a word of it in your letters, or those far flung phone calls, didn't tell me at the door and instead had to hear every ugly sordid little detail from mum.....Ya I suppose we should talk about that...." Venom dripped from every word, and if she was looking for approval she wasn't going to find it. He may have been a tad childish in his reaction. But dammit he was her big brother and that man was not the one for her...he just wasn't. Da had sadly always been away in his own little world and Edward had always been the one to cover his sisters back. When his country had called he had gone, and when he wasn't watching her back his best friend had moved it....man he wanted to wring that guys neck.......<br><br>He shook his head and moved to the window, not wanting to see her face....he'd made her cry with a tirade like this before. Back when he had told her he was going to make sure that she couldn't hang out with a certain crowd at her school, and he had too. She had bawled at him, he had no right to control her...on and on...he had hated the tears...but had felt justified when that group had been arrested for smoking pot....but dammit....he had always looked after her best interests...and now this.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 05:13:15</strong>
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				Abigail bit her lip. Her teeth pierced her skin, and a trickle of blood darted down her unblemished pale ivory skin and the pain of that prevented her from crying, almost. Her eyes watered, and she did her best, her very best, to concentrate on not having that lower lip quiver for if it did, certainly, she would yield to her emotions and sob uncontrollably. The words Edward spoke were vicious and cruel, crass to an extent, and that reaction was the very reason why she never could muster the strength and bravery to confess her heart to him. She sniffed, and rose to her feet, padding lightly&nbsp; to the door wanting to escape and she stood there struggling to unlatch it. Moments later, she succeeded and opened the door, but before she left, she turned to look at him.<br><br>&nbsp;“Your reaction is the very reason why I was scared to tell you.” Abby said, and wiped a stray tear that dared to escape her eyes that were welling up with tears. She sniffled, and choked back a sob. &nbsp;“I'm going to forgive you for that crass and vulgar outburst, Edward, and I do so only because I do not understand what you have been tormented with overseas. I am certain that you have changed as a person, grown in many ways just as I have done. It is something that we both must accept, Edward, but neither are we required to like it. All the same, you could hold a civil tongue in your head.” She parted then from his company, lightly closing the door behind her, and she fled to the safety of her room.<br><br>Luggage belonging to Uncle George and Aunt Betty was placed neatly near her computer desk, and not&nbsp; disturbed by it, Abigail curled into a ball in the midst of her bed and wept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 08:24:54</strong>
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				He never moved from the window, never looked to her, he never even responded to her words. He let her leave. Her judging of his friend was based on what he wanted to show her. Peter knew it, and so did Edward. Granted.....he was sure at one time or another Abby could have said the same about Samantha...and she would have been right. One of his more clear insights of the day....he couldn't expect Abby to trust him on Peter until Peter messed up on his own. He knew his mate far better than she, for months, even a year or so he could be a perfect gentleman. Get his girl to the point where she was willing to do things for him....and than he would ask too much...and when he didn't get what he wanted he got violent......<br><br>Edward knew he had caused his sister to cry...and why wouldn't she? He had been a pig in his response to her. It helped not in the least, not that explaining it calmly would have either...she should have told him...whether or not he would have liked it....he could have called some other mates...made sure the the relationship didn't get too far...now it had and he knew....knew she was going to get hurt...Just like he had. Dammit to hell......he moved from his window and to his bed looking up at the ceiling as if the answers he needed were written on it. But alas no answers came, he was left with a distraught sister who was fucking his ex-best mate and would sooner or later be hurt by him.....unless she was the lucky one...but the way he had been so.....peaceful in his confrontation with Edward.....no....he didn't care what I thought....he doesn't you.....and he will care about Abby as long as she does what he wants....the day he gets bored with her.....<br><br>Getting up from the bed he headed for the punching bag, seeing as it was located against Abby's wall she could hear him take out his frustration on it...he thought of all his troubles on this punching bag...and he was taking them out...taking them away...purging himself...but it wouldn't help...it never did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 15:44:01</strong>
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				Abigail heard the movement in Edward's room; the creaking of the floorboards groaned throughout the upstairs even though his footfalls were silent. The soft punches on the bag began, and as Abigail cried and sniveled, as her face became marred with blackened tears, the girl wondered whom Edward was thinking of when he struck the bag with his meaty fist. The thoughts only made her cry more, and she pulled her feather pillow over her head to dampen the '...thump...thump...thud...' sound that was dull and repetitive. It was then that she closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself; her tummy began to ache from the beginning violent sobs, and then a slight scream came from her. <br><br>Abigail felt a warm hand roam on her leg, and the pillow was plucked from her grasp; startled, she was, yet on seeing Peter, seeing him settle onto her bed, the girl sat upright and buried her face into his shoulder seeking comfort from him. His hand stroked her hair, drifted down her back, and then upwards again. &nbsp;“He was so mean, Peter.” she whispered through the choked sobs, her upset state of emotion gradually calming.<br><br>&nbsp;“Sure he was, love,” Peter murmured into her hair, kissing the silky tresses. He tilted her face upwards so that he could look at her face, and he sighed on seeing the black streaks down her cheeks from her make up. &nbsp;“He's your brother, and he feels disappointed in you, Abby. You should have told him about us, plain an' simple, from the beginning.” Peter softly chided, and brush a tear away from her cheek with his thumb.&nbsp; &nbsp; “He'll come around, Abby, and all will be well between you an' 'im. He's just worried, pet.”<br><br>&nbsp;“I've ruined your friendship with him.” Abby hoarsely whispered, and wiped her cheek. She saw Peter's smile, his shrug of his shoulders, and she felt his pecked kiss on her cheek.<br><br>&nbsp;“Abby, some things are worth the risk of a friendship,” He tapped her nose with his forefinger, and rose from the bed. &nbsp;“I've got to go to work, love.” He murmured and checked his watch. &nbsp;“I'm expecting a shipment, and Gillian has the afternoon off. She called this morning, while you were in the shower, about her damned dog needing to go to the vet or some daft thing like that. Christ.” He said, and ran his hand through his hair. <br><br>&nbsp;“Do you want me to come in? I can take her shift.” Abby offered. She enjoyed working at the pub, and it was her first job; Peter had given her that opportunity even though he was hesitant about it because of Edward. That was almost a year ago, and their relationship soon started afterwards: too much gin for her, and one too many whiskeys for him, a confession of feelings, a kiss, and they woke in the morning curled up on the little sofa together.<br><br>&nbsp;“No. Best you stay here and make amends with Eddie. I'll give you a ring later,” He brushed a kiss across her pink stained lips, and slipped out of her bedroom. No doubt, he darted down the stairs before Edward saw him, and shortly afterwards, Abigail heard the sound of his car, him leaving her in this nightmare, alone. <br><br>She sighed, one that was long, and she took some time to herself. She still heard the soft scuffing of the punching bag, and annoyed with that, she went back to Edward's room. She didn't knock, not forgetting to, but deliberately not affording him the respect or time to prepare for her entrance much like their mother. Still, she stood silently in the doorway, and let his muscular image burn into her memory. <em>Gorgeous.</em> Perhaps it was wrong for her to think of her brother in that manner, yet they were practically strangers now; wanton women would be, lustful, desiring him, and the damn fool just didn't realize that, and it somewhat amused her. She licked her lip, and again, she closed the door behind her and stepped lightly towards him.<br><br>&nbsp;“I hope you aren't thinking that bag as me,” Abby murmured, not quite in jest, and caught Edward by the upper arm halting his next punch. The muscles of his bicep tensed under her touch, but she moved closer to Edward regardless of his feelings, his emotions, and she eventually leaned against him, forcing him to stop the boxing. Her small arms curled around his torso, holding him, seeking comfort from the man she disappointed, her brother. &nbsp;“Do you still love me, Edward Fleming?” Abby asked, and gazed up at him; he could hardly neglect her now and the misery of his harsh words were more than apparent on her face. &nbsp;“Please, Edward, don't be cruel to me.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 19:11:02</strong>
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				When Abby spoke he shook his head. "I've told you more than once over the years that this bag would never represent you Abby...." <em>Peter on the other hand....</em> He felt her soft hand on his arm and sighed ever so quietly. His arms falling from his poised position. He looked down at the girl as she pushed herself against him, all too aware of the woman she'd become. He felt more than that however, as he saw upon her face the anguish that he had caused. And her next&nbsp; would words cause agony in his heart.&nbsp; Samantha had been his girlfriend, but in so many ways Abby had always come first to him.....<br><br>".....Abby....."He began at a lose for words, the mere fact she even doubted his love for her hurt him far more than anything he'd gone through the last few years..."...I'll always love you, Just because I don't approve of what you've done doesn't mean I won't be here for you....." <em>Ready to punish Peter when he breaks your heart....</em> He added mentally wishing there were some way to spare her that pain...granted he'd pained her enough as it was right now on his own. The man lifted her sister off the ground, his hands on her upper legs, and she'd note how easily he carried her to his bed. To sit down and hold her against him. <br><br>"...Abby, you've done a lot of things over the last few years that I'm sure I wouldn't like...and I know I've done things that you would despise....." But that came with being a soldier and that was not something he would share with her. But I'm not going to drift away from you just because of something you've done...." He almost said wrong, but somehow he caught his tongue and replaced it with a less scolding word....."....that I don't like...." He kissed her tears softly away on her cheeks. He remembered a time where she used to run in here after some negative event or another and seek comfort in his arms just like this, as if he alone could calm her wounds...mental or otherwise. He wished that it were so now, but how easy was it to heal wounds of your own making....not easy at all he was afraid...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-08-2007, 23:27:48</strong>
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				After soothing words, words that brought some comfort to Abigail, Edward lifted her up into his arms, and did so with ease and grace. She felt his strength within his arms, all muscular now in comparison to his teenage years, and they curled around her tights, caressed her shapely long legs that were nothing but firm slender muscle. Soon, she crumpled onto him as he sat down on the bed, and as he spoke to her, words that must have been difficult to a degree, she buried her head against his shoulder and nestled on his lap. Her little plaid skirt was far too short to sit on, to properly cover her bottom, and her bare tights felt silky against his warm body. Her long legs dangled on the bed,&nbsp; &nbsp;and a shimmer of silver could be seen through her tights; a delicate ring that she purchased in Edinburgh two years gleamed on her one right toe. She wriggled them as she had always done when something pleased her, and mending the harsh words spoken between the siblings pleased Abby.<br><br>The warmth of his kiss, one that was tender and endearing, one that tried to heal her pain and hurt, made Abigail smile, faintly. &nbsp;“I have changed, Edward,” She whispered to him, and rubbed her eyes that were sore and bloodshot from crying. &nbsp;“and, yes, so have you. It is quite obvious, I think.” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in his arms revealing the curvature of her neck, &nbsp;“and whatever those changes may be, they need to be accepted.” &nbsp;Abigail slipped off of Edward's lap and she knelt before him, taking his hands in hers. <br><br>&nbsp;“I don't want to lose you as a brother, Edward, nor as a friend especially over something like this, yet if you cannot accept me and Peter as a couple, it will strain what little relationship we have left. Please try, Edward, for me.” She quietly pleaded, and then raised his hand to her lips, and kissed his palm. &nbsp;“Please.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 00:43:27</strong>
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				It was very hard to ignore those legs.....very hard. Here he was sitting on a bed with his 18 year old sister draped across his laps in something that was...very provocative. Ugh. Talk about things that shouldn't happen. He did note her wriggling her toes, and knew that to be a good sign. It was nice that something about his little sister hadn't changed. Having a hot sister is such a terrible burden....but he comforted her the best he could. <br><br>When she moved to the ground he was granted a view that was interesting to a degree, sadly his mind was headed south....he quickly smushed his train of thought lest he think of something that would arouse him. Last thing he wanted her to see was him getting a hardon while she was being sincere....he listened to her, and when she finished he placed his hands on her cheeks. She'd hear his voice strain as he spoke, as the words he was going to speak were going to be from his heart..."Abby.....accepting you as a couple is rather mute at this point. You don't want my acceptance, you want my approval...and I can't do that...something..." He stopped and bit his lip..."Abby...this relationship isn't going to last.....If Peter were the guy you thought he was I wouldn't have a problem with it. You've know him all of what a few months...maybe a year? I've know him since middle school....I know him better than he knows himself. Please.....I can't accept it...but be careful..." He knew she was going to cry, to hate him for these words......but he rarely ever lied...least of all to her.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 01:07:33</strong>
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				Even though tears welled in her eyes, a smile blossomed on Abigail's lips. She keep her brother's hand close to her face, her cheek resting in his calloused palm, and she sniffed for a moment. &nbsp;“Do you think that I am that daft to believe that Peter is going to madly fall in love with me, ask me to be his bride, get married and have a happy ever after,” her voice trailed into silence, and she shook her head. She draped her arms on his well roped thighs, propping herself upright, leaning close to her brother in his too small of a clothing. &nbsp;“I know that is not going to happen. You never marry the first person you have a crush on, at least that what Mum has reinforced in me over the last few years.” Thoughtlessly, her fingers stroked his thighs, toying with the scattering of leg hair. <br><br>&nbsp;“He treats me well, Edward, and different then the blokes my own age. I can't quite describe it, and I'm quite sure you don't want me too.” Absentmindedly, her fingers roamed and played with the edge of his black boxers; the tips of her fingers slid underneath the material, twisting it, untwisting it, feeling, and all the while she intently stared into her brother's blue eyes. &nbsp;“Perhaps you are right in worrying for me. I don't know, but time will tell, and if I am being stupid and foolish, you can remind me of it when it's been proven. You can say 'I told you so'. Fair deal, Edward?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 01:30:37</strong>
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				It pained him to hear those words from her lips....if she knew it wasn't going anywhere why bother to stay.....she knows...he's going to hurt her....yet she doesn't leave? He watched her as she used his thighs to prop herself up, he being far too aware of where her hands were located...and what she was doing with her fingers......"well....mum was right on that account for me anyway...." He smiled sadly at his sister as she continued. And she didn't need to describe anything as far as Peter was concerned. The lad had been sexually active since he was 15, he knew every part of a womans body. Edward would admit, if drunk...that most of what he knew about sex was owed to Peter. And while Edward considered himself a semi-talented lover he knew Peter was in a class by himself....so he was sure he made her feel quite good...and as far as his facade...well Peter knew how to turn on the charm when he wanted too.....<br><br>He stared right back into her eyes, and was noticing the fact his boxers were twitching.....she was playing with his boxers now? Good grief....but when she spoke he could only numbly agree. "Abby, You know me better than that. When the time comes I won't do anything than offer a shoulder to cry on....on that I will call a fair deal sis..." He wasn't particularly pleased with that but what else could he honestly do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 02:09:45</strong>
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				A sweet yet not so innocent smile played across her pink stained lips. &nbsp;“Perhaps there will be no need of a shoulder to cry on, Edward.” Abigail whispered, and used his legs as support to stand up. &nbsp;“But all the same, I appreciate your kindness.” She brushed a kiss across Edward's cheek, and gave his hand a squeeze that was light and endearing. She moved inches away from him, and sighed. &nbsp;“You should have your nap, Edward. You look terrible.” She said in jest, and caught a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby mirror. She frowned at her appearance, and opened the door to leave. She would have to cleanse her face, put some new make up on, and make an appearance at the gathering downstairs. She dreaded that idea, or more or less, the idea of being near Uncle George and his too familiar pats, glimpses and touches, yet no one else seemed to notice except for her; the summer months were the worse when their pool was open, and they used to come for weekend long visits: Uncle George would leer at her then and make her feel uncomfortable as she strode around in her little bikini.<br><br>&nbsp;“I'll speak with you later then,” Abby said, her voice quiet, almost withdrawn, and she stepped out of the room. She could hear the laughter and voices below, on the main floor, and she lingered in the hall upstairs. She didn't want to be alone, yet she didn't want the company of the people below. She sat on the steps and listened to the inane chattering.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 02:22:28</strong>
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				He somehow doubted that her leaving Peter would be anything but heart wrenching. Peter had never left a girl in anything but tears....except for the very few times a girl had left him first. Edward sighed and smiled at his sister as she kissed his cheek, and than made the comment on his appearance. His day hadn't really gone that well...granted she hardly looked any better. But he wouldn't say a thing, she'd catch it on her own. Which she did quickly enough. "When Uncle George tries to grope you just slap him. One or two public slappings made him stop with Samantha...." She wasn't the only one who noticed, he gave her a small smile as she left. "I'll see you later sis...."<br><br>Once she left he looked at his bed which called invitingly too him. He stripped from his shirt and boxers and crawled into bed...planning to have a long peaceful....nap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 04:58:51</strong>
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				The morning stole into the mid afternoon. Abigail had found herself dodging Uncle George's too friendly and too familiar pats, with no one in particular noticing, and eventually her mum and Aunt Betty decided to go shopping; her father then retired to his study, and this left her alone with Uncle George. He decided to occupy her bedroom, and little could she say, after all, her mother offered her room to him and Aunt Betty, but she loathed the idea that he was probably snooping through her underwear drawer. The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust. <em>Why the hell can't we have a normal family and pleasant gatherings?</em> Often she asked herself this, but never could she find an answer, and probably because there were none. Again, she frowned.<br><br>Alone, she was, once again, and seeing how the gloomy clouds of morning dissipated , and the sun brightly shone, for once, the pool looked inviting. She stole upstairs, treading lightly, avoiding those squeaky floorboards, and when she noticed her bedroom door open, she stole a glance into her bedroom. Uncle George had a lace panty, a little thong, in his grasp and he was resting on her bed. She shook her head, practically shivering with disgust and loathing, and she padded to Edward's room where she kept her spare clothes. ...He was away for years, and seeing how his room was unoccupied, Abby made use of his closet space, and there she kept her clothes of the latest fashion including spare undies, and luckily, bathing suits.<br><br>She hoped that Edward was asleep, but if not, she was sure he would not deny her privacy to change into a bathing suit. Deftly, with nimble and talented fingers, Abby opened the door to look at her brother peacefully asleep. A smile crept over her face, and she entered his room, or her second bedroom over the last four years. In the quietness of the room, she began to undress. Her dress she slipped off with ease, revealing her soft pale white skin, flawless, creamy, and the curve of her breasts were covered with a black seamless bra that accentuated her ampleness. Her fingers curved around her tights, rolling them down, and the coolness of the air caressed her warm legs. Only then did she glance at Edward, making sure that he was asleep, and on seeing him not stirring, she slipped out of her bra and thong, revealing her full feminine curves, and the flatness of her taut belly. She dressed that body then in a bikini, one that was navy with little white polka dots, and frankly, the suit always reminded her of undies. She stifled a giggle.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 05:38:11</strong>
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				Edward was blissfully asleep, his slumber being both deep and thankfully dreamless. Right now the last thing he needed was his mind going over the things he'd learned about this very morning. He rolled and tossed in his sleep, never having been one to stay still while in slumber. By the time she was in his room he'd become half-uncovered, his chest and one leg exposed. Thankfully he was covered....for the moment. She was silent enough that she got into his room, and into her cloths without too much trouble. In fact she was even able to dress without him even stirring. However....when she stifled her giggle...it wasn't quite enough. <br><br>He groaned in his sleep and rolled in her direction, his body propping slightly towards her. The blanket balanced as it had been on him slid off him to the other side of the bed. Before her she was graced with the entirety of her older brothers body. And if what she had seen earlier had been anything now it was far worse...as nothing was left to the girls mind....except perhaps in what positions his body would look in best. He looked peaceful, her giggle having not been enough to stir him from his slumber....merely disturb it slightly....at the moment she could escape without him even knowing she was there.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 07:19:41</strong>
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				Abby became aware of the sudden movement in Edward's bed as she was twisting her long locks of hair into a ponytail. Curious blue eyes stole a glance, and her mouth fell agape. She shut it but not before she gasped. &nbsp;“Good gods!” she whispered, mortified, yet whether or not she was mortified because her brother was naked, or because she flushed with heat, she knew not. She looked away momentarily not knowing what to do, but something deep within her made her peep once again at him and although she should have felt shame, she just couldn't. She simply told herself, convinced herself, that the stare was in appreciation of the human body, that and the fact that she had only seen one man naked before, which was Peter, and he certainly was not as muscular or tanned. &nbsp;“Wicked wicked girl!” She whispered, scolding herself. She shook her head and snapped out of her stupor, and unseemly dark place where her mind slipped.<br><br>She closed her eyes, all but for a moment, and then gingerly padded over to the bed. Gently, she lifted the linens, all the while holding her breath as if it would disturb him, and she covered his lovely body. Gaining composure, and gathering her common senses, Abby leaned over him and lightly kissed his forehead. &nbsp;“Sleep well.” She stroked his hair then, and thought that it must have been a hellish day for him. First Samantha, and then his disappointment with her and Peter even though Peter was a decent bloke and treated her well. She just didn't fully understand the male logic and thought process.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 07:53:34</strong>
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				Edward slept soundly through her covering him, unawares of the show his little sister had gotten...or of the thoughts that she had though when she saw him. He moaned ever so softly as she kissed his forehead, rolling back into his pillow as she stood there. As if becoming aware through some extra sense he opened his eyes. He looked up and saw his sister looming over him....'Abby...?...." He mumbled as he pulled himself up in his own bed, keeping his covers up. He was quite mindful of that it seemed. He patted the bed next to him, motioning for her to sit if she wished. <br><br>It was only than he noticed that she was wearing a bathing suit, a nice one at that....showed her curves very nicely indeed. He shook those thoughts away and looked to a pile of clothes&nbsp; on his floor...last time he checked he didn't wear a bra...."...You changed in my room? You had clothes in my room?" He looked up at her suddenly suspicious. Wondering whether or not she'd been on his computer....where a few nc-17 media files of him and Samantha were, or his magazines...or even his Journal from the past....no this was Abby...she'd never do that...right? He sighed and rubbed his eyes. 'What can I help you with Sis?" He asked quietly, wondering briefly what time it was. A quick check of the clock fixed that and he pondered if he would have to borrow a shirt from dad to go shopping....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 15:36:46</strong>
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				Abigail sat on the edge of the bed, where Edward had patted, and soon she found herself lounging on his bed that felt warm from the heat of his body. Her little toes poked at his chest, at those well roped muscles, as she stretched across the bed awkwardly resting on his one leg, but it didn't seem to bother her nor had she paid heed to how she lounged. The swimsuit, that tiny little garment that decorated her voluptuous body, moved with her and exposed most of her hip, the firm muscles of her lower body, the curves, and too, the swell of her breasts that teasingly peeped out of the garment.&nbsp; A smile curved her lips that were no longer adorned with a sheen from lipstick, but were natural, a soft pale pink. She wrinkled her one eyebrow, curiously, at Edward when he asked his questions, and giggled at groggy state.<br><br>&nbsp;“You were gone for four years, Edward. Certainly, you must have realized that I would claim part of your room, the closet and the third drawer down of the dressing table; the one that had those interesting magazines in them with the naked women.” Her smile broadened just as it did the day she accidentally discovered the 'gentlemen magazines'. She browsed through them, curious as to how men viewed women, what they desired in a woman, or rather what they wanted in a woman. It was the first time she saw a woman fully sexualized, became aroused herself as she glanced through the pictures, became educated, and she never fully understood why a woman would wish to keep a little line of pubic hair on her while everything else was shaved or waxed. It had prompted her, at a young age, to rid of it, that excess and annoying hair and she personally adored the smoothness that it created. She laughed in earnest. &nbsp;“Don't fear, my dear brother, I saved them for you.”<br><br>Abby pressed her cheek against the blanket, and felt the hardness of his leg underneath it. &nbsp;“Aunt Betty and Mum are shopping, thinking that you might need a few things including clothes, and Da is busying himself with work and Uncle George,” Abby's voice grew silent, and she moved closer to Edward and eventually straddled him without much thought as she had done in the past when she was young, and needed to tell him a secret rather desperately, something, a tidbit of news, that she never wished to share with their parents or her friends.<br><br>Facing him with a silly grin on her face, trying to control her laughter, she leaned to whisper in his ear. &nbsp;“He is in my room now, and he has gone through my underwear drawer!&nbsp; I am&nbsp; bound to find some missing by the time he leaves.&nbsp; It happens every time, Edward! Every time he and Aunt Betty visit! Such a disgusting old man.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 18:21:12</strong>
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				<em>Did she have any idea what she is doing....</em> He had to wonder as she settled herself on his leg. Balancing her light body with the foot against his chest. Quite a view, his sister in a bikini in the position....he mentally berated himself and rubbed his eyes. If she kept this up he'd have to resort to masturbating. Which he viewed as a sign of weakness, can't get a girl to take care of it for you so you have to resort to this? It seemed to say. Granted not every guy on the planet had a sister who's legs alone would get a guy hard.....not to mention her smooth taut stomach and the lovely breasts she had.....or that gorgeous face with those perfect kissable lips....<em>Stop it! Your acting like Uncle George!!!</em> <br><br>When she spoke of claiming part of his room as his he frowned, and his frown deepened as she spoke of the gentleman magazines. He had given his sister access to that, who knows what things she had seen. Ugh! "...Uh....thanks. Until recently I didn't have a need for those...." The rest was left unsaid, with Samantha around sexual satisfaction hadn't been a issue...he blushed remembering how Abby used to complain about the headboard hitting her wall.....<br><br>His thoughts thankfully went off that track as she spoke of Mum and Aunt Betty and he was glad they were going shopping. Granted their sense of shopping wouldn't suit him....granted.....walking around in a shirt that didn't accent every muscles would be nice. "...Well at least I'll have a shirt that doesn't look like a second skin...." Than she decided to straddle him. He grew uncomfy as she did that, and she might notice it. <br><br>But he had to chuckle as she told him of Uncle George..."How Ironic you and Samantha have something in common. She hated that old fart..." He chuckled quite a bit and was thankfully oblivious to how she rubbed against a certain part of him......although she stayed there he would start to worry about becoming aroused....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 20:09:28</strong>
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				There was that cow's name again <em>Samantha</em>. A smirk appeared on Abby's lips as she recalled the tart's bloody face. It had been a long time coming, that broken nose, and there was something satisfying in knowing that her small perfect nose was no longer small and perfect. Abby wiggled on her brother's lap, inching closer to him, barely was there any distance between her feminine form and his masculine one. <br><br>&nbsp;“Besides you.” Abby added and brushed a stray piece of lint from Edward's bare chest. Her fingertips barely touched his skin, barely glided over his warm flesh that was divinely tanned, and she had to control herself from deepening the stroke. She shook her head once again, pushing those thoughts out of her mind. The dark burgundy locks glided over her exquisite face, Abby's features not beautiful, not like that of Samantha, but boldly striking, and sensual, one in which drew the attention of men, and women. Her lips parted, and her tongue delicately licked her bottom lip.<br><br>&nbsp;“When I was fifteen, and staying at their house, Uncle George and Aunt Betty's,” Abby fell into a silence, and for a brief moment, she simply stared at his chest and then met her brother's gaze. &nbsp;“He caught me in a terrible lie, and gave me a right proper smacking on the bare. It was so humiliating, Edward. I can't ever recall earning one from Da, Mum yes, but not Da.” Abby smiled then, one that was a little bit too sad, yet it made her more attractive, those pouty downcast lips. &nbsp;“It's when it started, really, him wanting to touch me. Everybody is oblivious to it, save for you and Sam, but now, at least, she is saved from his grubby paws.” A faint laugh came from her, and her smiled widened. &nbsp;“I can honestly say that I don't lie to him, not anymore.” A hint of a blush brightened her cheeks. The only other person to have reddened her bottom, and truly liked it, was Peter, and somehow she never minded his playfulness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 20:28:41</strong>
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				<em>Stop wiggling dammit....</em> He though desperately, not particularly wanting to give anything away be moving...or having something poke her. He willed his thoughts on Uncle George and that, go figure, was a fairly good deterrent. He wasn't the most attractive man and Edward was very very straight.....he chuckled at Abby hoping she stayed still now. "...Well if I counted myself I'd just sound odd." His gaze fell to his chest as she picked the lint off him, feeling her fingertips brush his skin ever so softly. <br><br>But her gaze was distracted from that as she shook out her hair, and that of course drew his gaze over his face. Not a outstanding erotic beauty like Sam had been. Samantha had always oozed sexuality. Abby was more feminine, Samantha had just looked her part...a slut. She couldn't pull off innocent....Abby on the other hand he knew from first hand experience could quite well. He followed her tongue and wondered how that might feel on....he banned that thought from his head and thought of Uncle George again....damn it all.....<br><br>He listened intently to her story, glad to be distracted by anything, even his uncle at this point, to save himself from the humiliation of his sister sitting on his crotch. Did she even notice....ugh. He couldn't help but also wonder what the view would be of her over his lap.....he'd always enjoyed giving a good spanking, made him feel powerful. And men always loved that. Well most men. "Neither do I, but I don't need to lie often. Well, I'm back just hang around me and I'll ensure that his hands stay where they belong.....mine on the other hand..." <br><br>He gave her a evil grin and started to tickle her sides, his powerful arms keeping her easily within his grasp. She'd be able to escape as he couldn't stay decent for too terribly long while trying to hold her under his tickling....but he did try his best. And he was a lot more successful at it now than he used to be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2007, 21:50:04</strong>
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				Abigail wondered what Edward's comment meant for a moment, and her mind slinked into a devilish thought, and a thought that made her scarlet cheeked for one ought not to think of their sibling in a desirous way. As she saw a smile play across his lips, she too felt his arms around her, and his fingers dance over her soft skin tickling her. She gasped and wiggled, squirmed to ease his hold, but he had grown in strength, and his arms held her neatly in place so she had to endure his torment. She reclined her head and stared at the ceiling in a fit of laughter; her long neck was well exposed, the curve of her shoulder, and her flat belly grew tight as she struggled to breathe for a moment. &nbsp;“Please, Edward!” Abby giggled out, breathlessly pleading to him. She pushed weight down onto his pelvis, and it occurred to her then that the only thing separating the two of them was a flimsy sheet and the little bit of material of her bikini. It made her heated, and she tried not to wiggle further. Instead, she leaned forward and rested her head against his shoulder as she succumbed to another fit of laughter.<br><br>The position did not help. She was perfectly formed to his chest, and the flush of heat, something that denoted an arousal within her, made her aware that the bikini bottom was becoming damp. She groaned, trying to calm herself from the laughter, from her feelings that should not be there; her breath came in short pants, and the warmth of it caressed his skin. &nbsp;“Please stop, Edward! This is completely unfair! I'm at your mercy. You are far stronger than I,” The words came between laughter and short breaths, and she raked her long nails down his shoulders, and over his ribcage. Drawing herself close to him, to his face, she whispered against his cheek. &nbsp;“Please.” before&nbsp; her lips kissed him there.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 00:16:11</strong>
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				He should have known better than to tickle her, should have known that she'd be wiggling all across his groin. But of course he'd seen a chance and taken it...and now was paying for it. His groin stiffened quite readily from the sight of her flesh so bare. The bikini did nothing but to entice him further, make him wonder what was beneath....thankfully she moved her weight to his chest which restricted further contact from her lower body...but still....the damage had been done. He heard her words, the word please only spurred him on, and so he did that, tickling her where he knew she was very ticklish.<br><br>But as she spoke a second time, this time with a kiss on his cheek and a, as far as he was concerned, very pleading "please" and he let her go. Suddenly instinctively knowing that something wasn't right....<em>No shit sherlock you got a woody while tickling your little sister.....</em> He had noticed her blushing but had attributed that to the tickling and hadn't thought at all that she was being betrayed in much the same way he was. He stayed silent for a moment trying to will his erection to go away, if she dared to look she would see a tent in the bedspread. Barely there...but there none the less. <br><br>"Well, apparently you can't escape from me anymore...I'm harde...." He paused for a moment before finishing the word, obviously concerned about something, in this case his mind had caught a relation of that word and his erection right now and that wouldn't do at all. "...I'm a bit stronger than I used to be...." <em>Would have been better just to say harder to beat Edward...</em> He berated himself, a sigh escaping him as he looked away....how had this happened....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 02:02:05</strong>
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				For a moment, one brief moment, she swore she felt a hardening between her legs poking at her from beneath the sheet. It was one that was similar when she teased Peter, a stiffening penis growing erect, but with her own emotions, her feelings that should not be, she disregarded it. She was warm now, and a slight bead of sweat darted from her hairline, curved around her jaw, and slid over the youth breasts to disappear inside the bikini top. Slowly, she exhaled through her mouth, and she glanced at her brother, stared at him questioningly as the heat of her body, that arousal state, tried to coo, tried to be suppressed. She timidly looked away, rather awkwardly, and her eyes found that space between them, those two youthful bodies, and her stare drifted downwards past her little bikini bottoms that were damp to that sheet. It nagged at her mind, but certainly, it could just be a natural reaction of being a male. <em> He would never....</em><br><br>&nbsp;“Edward?” She barely whispered, her voice low, and a little bit too sultry. It was a voice she reserved for pillow talk, or naughty telephone conversations that she had with Peter, and on occasion, other male friends, sometimes female. It all depended on the situation. Her hand sought his face, and delicately, she cupped his jawline with her palm and turned his head, gently, and forced him to look at her. &nbsp;“Edward?” &nbsp;She stated, and leaned close to him, close to his cheek so that she brushed a light kiss upon him, the light growth of stubble. Known for a possessed wickedness, or so Peter always said, so her mother always said, Abigail murmured in his ear a sweet nothing, daring to risk, daring to ruin her beloved relationship with him if she were wrong. &nbsp;“Do you want me, need me, to pleasure you? It'll be our little secret.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 03:56:52</strong>
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				Edward knew the moment her voice hit his ears something was off, she'd never spoken to him in such a ...sexy way. And when those words continued, followed by her coming close to him...kissing him on the cheek...and when those final words were spoken he knew what was going to happen...what he wanted to happen...what he wished wouldn't happen.....he looked at her, an obvious lust and need in his eyes....as well as a anguish. <br><br>"...Abby..." He mumbled softly, a pained tone in his voice...."...I can't ask you.....your my sister..." He seemed so lost in the moment, in emotions in feelings that he couldn't finish statements right. He was flushed, not just his face. But eve his skin was a slight red from the thought of his sister anywhere near his erection.....and it of course merely grew harder in response to the thoughts that she would now have no doubts as to what was poking the sheets....he looked away from her at that point....<br><br>Edward knew he wanted his sister at that moment, he wanted her in every which way....and the thought both excited him and disgusted him. He was her protector, her older brother...and he shouldn't be thinking of using her to sate his own erotic lusts....and yet here she was offering to sate some of those lusts right now...he was so lost....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 06:36:24</strong>
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				With sadness, Abigail watched Edward search for words, watched him stammer out sentences that had no real beginning nor an end as he struggled with demons that were now apparent. It was just not her having those wicked thoughts that loomed in the dark crevices of her mind, and to a degree, she was relieved. All the same, she loathed herself for the awkward and terrible situation she had placed Edward in, and she bit her lower lip in contemplation. A part of her wanted to apologize and flee, and to take shelter somewhere else, someplace safe.&nbsp; The other sliver of herself, however, made her fingers twitch along the edge of the blanket, yearn to slip it off of him, to curl before him, and kiss his inner thighs to eventually trace her tongue slowly along his warm flesh until her lips would part and take his manhood into her mouth. She&nbsp; closed her eyes and fought to block those thoughts from her mind.<br><br><em>He is your brother</em>. Abby was bewildered of why she lusted for Edward. \He had always been kind to her, gentle and understanding save for the few temperamental outbursts which made her cry in the past, made her cry this very morning, ...and then there was his body ...With an absence of four years, with only a few brief letters and an odd phone call, they were practically strangers, and the girl could almost justify those feelings that should not be...and curiosity about another man, another besides Peter, nibbled at her, and certainly, Edward would have been a safe choice to help her explore her own sexuality. <em>Christ, help me.</em> <br><br>&nbsp;“Edward, please forgive me, I shouldn't have,” Abby couldn't finish her thought, her sentence. The pain that had washed over her brother's face, the torment, was unbearable. &nbsp;“I shouldn't have,” The words were barely an audible whisper, and after she spoke them, she slipped off of his lap and darted out of the room.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 07:14:29</strong>
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				<em>Thank God....</em> Was his first thought as she darted out, his own lusts taking a back seat to his brotherly concerns...at the moment. He laid backwards on his bed and sighed....how that fuck had that happened....he shook his head and looked back over the last few minutes in his head. He'd been that close to getting a blowjob from his little sister.....dammit!<br><br>He got out of bed and walked to his window, looking out too the pool and the rest of the world naked. He didn't care right at the moment, seeing what had happened a moment ago had shaken him. He stood their at the window merely thinking, his mind a mess from everything. What a freaking day. Breaking up with his girlfriend, learning his best mate was fucking his little sister, than having his little sister off him a blowjob...what the hell was going on. He had never had a more messed up day in his entire life. And considering he had been in a warzone for years....that was REALLY saying something.<br><br>He wondered if she was even going to bother swimming...well that or Uncle George.....he chuckled...or Peter....he frowned at that and sent a punch towards the bag next to him....dammit it all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 08:00:52</strong>
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				Abigail sat alone in the kitchen for a brief period. Her hand was wrapped around a becker that was half full of tepid milky tea, and normally she never had milk or cream in her tea, but she put it there for an extra comfort, and yet she could not drink it. Many thoughts milled about her mind, all about Edward and her, and then she heard a cough that echoed in the stairwell from the front room followed by heavier footfalls. <em>Uncle George</em>. She took the tea outside, and drank it as she stepped through the gardens to make her way to the pool where she was granted solitude and tranquility.<br><br>By the edge of the pool, she stood, staring at the clear water and the few little ladybirds and other insects that had the misfortune of meeting a deadly fate a little earlier than expected in their lifespan. She didn't bother to skim them out nor did she bother to wade into the water. She dove in, and the sudden coolness of the water against her skin was refreshing and more than welcoming. She hoped that it would cool her blood, and after bobbing in the water for a second, she began her laps. The monotonous exercise, too, would clear her mind and keep her body lithe and well toned; after ten, she lost count and eventually she left the pool, but only to lounge in a chair beside it. She basked in the warmth of the late day sun, and while she did, Abby felt the little droplets of water evaporate off of her skin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 08:08:13</strong>
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				Edward watched his sister lap, a smile on his face as he watched her confidently carve through the water. It was a tranquil sight. Something he needed, thankfully his thoughts didn't drift towards the fact she was wet.....or at least not very far into them. He watched her finish her laps, and than sit in the deck chair. He moved from the window and pulled on a pair of black swim trunks. They'd have to talk at some point. And while it might not be now he certainly wasn't going to avoid her....that just wasn't his way....besides which he heard the sliding door to the pool open and close...and that meant Uncle George. And despite the fact that his sister had surprised the hell out of him he was not going to leave her to the mercy of that wretch. <br><br>He walked calmly down the stairs and headed for the sliding door, quietly opening it and shutting it. He leaned against the wall and caught eye contact with Abby. she'd see a slightly confused, but determined look in his eye. His feelings were still in a jumble from a few minutes earlier. However she'd know he was there just in case there Uncle decided to get frisky. He'd let her try to handle it however, and watched as the man walked over to her....he was painfully predictable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 17:42:41</strong>
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				Abby had slipped a pair of rose tinted glasses on, not truly sunglasses, but they dimmed the brilliancy of the sunlight so that she could&nbsp; comfortably read. Her hand weakly held a novel, one by the Marquis de Sade, The Crimes of Love, that she had been slowly reading through over the last few days, leisurely by the pool side, and she had left it out overnight, and it was now damp from the rain and the pages were wavy from the water damage. She would have to replace it for she deemed it to be an essential for her private library. Her attentions of the exquisite details of the writing was interrupted when Uncle George sat by her feet, and gently, she felt his hand upon her ankle.&nbsp; <br><br>Distracted, Abigail placed the book upon her chest, and glanced at Uncle George who was fully concentrating on touching her ankle; his fingers lightly circled over it, and glided onto her foot and fondled her toes. He was an older man, not quite forty-five years, and had she liked men whom were that old, Abigail would have thought him attractive. His hair had once been dark, but now was a salt and pepper color, and the glasses he wore were of modern style which accentuated his eyes quite lovely, and he was always clean and tidy in appearance. Abigail pursed her lips together, and brushed his hand away with her foot.<br><br>&nbsp;“Uncle George,” Abigail began while they were alone. Her voice was quiet, and a hint of apprehension trembled in it. The man simply looked at her with a kind smile.<br><br>&nbsp;“Yes, Abigail?” He said, his voice raspy from the cigarettes he smoked. He inched closer to her, and his hand trailed up her leg and rested on her knee.<br><br>Her heart raced a little in nervousness. She sat up, the book sliding from her chest and neat collapsing onto her lap, and then she drew her legs to only fold her arms around them. She had curled herself into a snug ball, and she rested her head, specifically her chin, on her knees. For a few seconds, or even a minute she studied the man contemplating asking him to do her a favour to rid her of the guilt and shame she felt. &nbsp;“Do you remember that one summer when Mum and Da went to Paris, and I was only fifteen, and I stayed at your home?” She asked, knowing that he did not forget that visit, and was known to remember the littlest of details although he pretended otherwise at times.<br><br>&nbsp;“Yes, Abigail, I do.” Uncle George inched closer to her, and he smiled when his fingers touched her inner thigh. &nbsp;“If I recall correctly, you were very cruel to your Aunt Betty, and I had to correct you for that.” His words were gently spoken, and his eyes met his niece's gaze. &nbsp;“It has been almost three years to that day, Abigail, and you were too angry to speak to me about it then. Are you ready to speak to me about it now?”<br><br>Abigail removed his hand from her inner thigh and gave it back to him. She puckered her face at him. &nbsp;“I remember being mean to her, yes, and the lying, yes, but I don't recall the details now, so I cannot very well speak to you about it now, can I?” She stated, and then she heard the sliding door again, and she looked up to see Edward leaning against the wall. A sad smile curved her lips, and drew Uncle George to cup her face with his hand and look at her with concern.<br><br>&nbsp;“Abigail, I did it because I love you. I still love you.” Uncle George looked to Edward, and his hands became free of the girl that sat before him. Abigail thought Uncle George looked a bit uncomfortable, and was amused for a moment. &nbsp;“Perhaps if you want to talk about it later on, we can. I shall leave you with Eddie to catch up on the last few years.” He caressed his leg once more, and rose to his feet to leave.<br><br>Abigail and Edward would soon be alone. <br><br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 18:57:20</strong>
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				Edward really despised his uncle for her lecherous ways around Abby, and Edward had to wonder if he himself was any different from his uncle. After all, he wanted to sleep with his sister....granted that want was currently under control...of sorts. But it was there...so how was he any different....that was a sobering thought. He watched the older man walk off and Edward moved to sit on the chair where his uncle had sat not moments ago. He looked to the water and was tempted just to jump in, forget what had happened in his bedroom. So very tempting...but he was who he was, and hiding from something was not something he did well.<br><br>"Abby.....I don't understand....what we were thinking...." He'd admit his own lusts. She was not alone in this and he didn't want here thinking that he was coming out her to grill her for offering to give him a blowjob.....he sighed to himself and resisted the urge to touch his sister. Right now it just didn't seem like a good idea. ".....I'll admit I almost said yes Abby...."he looked over and gave her a sad smile......before looking too the pool. The water was so very clear, so very crisp. So very unlike the cluttered and confused mess his mind was.....what had happened....what had changed so much that instead of teasing and playing with each other now they were thinking about fucking......well maybe she'd just wanted to help him....be a good little sister....a good little sister giving a blowjob!?!?! He shook his head. Damn it all! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 19:53:28</strong>
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				Abigail subconsciously turned the book over in her hands, her fingertips toyed with the pages, and she raised it to her lips, tasting the paper, smelling the scent of it, as she contemplated the confession that Edward told her. She placed the book aside, and gave him a sidelong look. &nbsp;“I would have, Edward, without a doubt, and you would have enjoyed it, thoroughly.” Abigail whispered and reached out to hold his hand, to give him a light squeeze. Her eyes caught sight of Uncle George having a cigarette on the back porch, and she sighed. &nbsp;“Perhaps I see something in you in which I know I will never find in another, and maybe it has been influenced in the lack of your presence over the years.” Abigail shrugged, and turned to look at Edward who had been staring at the pool. &nbsp;“The reality of it, Edward, is simply a question of morality, what society has deemed as good or bad, and so long as we can face one another, face ourselves, live with our decisions, all will be fine between us.” The words did not sound as her own, and she let Edward's hand slid from hers as she reclined in the chair.<br><br>&nbsp;“I feel hideously guilty, Edward, and not in what I offered you, but because I made you sad, and placed you in a hideous circumstance. For that, I ask that I be forgiven, and that we can just forget about this. No one need know about it,” Abigail then stared at the pool. The water had cooled her skin, her blood, and she deeply inhaled. She did not know what else to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>24-08-2007, 20:41:58</strong>
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				She was right, society had deemed it wrong for brothers and sisters to fornicate. That really was the only thing that had stopped him. The feeling that is was wrong. He looked over to uncle George. The difference between the two was obvious now, one wanted someone who didn't want him back....and he had the opposite problem...except of course he did want Abby back...he just couldn't help but feel guilty for it. He turned to look at her and he smiled, so be it. If she ever advanced again he knew he wouldn't be able to resist. But he would not ask, would not presume. He was now a lonely&nbsp; man. But she was a woman with a boyfriend. She didn't need him. <br><br>"Don't feel guilty Abby, my sadness was more in my lusts and desires than what you offered. You technically didn't make me sad. I made myself sad. I was displeased with me." He leaned over and kissed her on the corner of her lips softly. "No need for forgiveness sis...or to forget about it. Don't banish memories. Learn from them. Whether for good or for ill." He smiled and looked over to where Peter had driven up. He felt his anger rile up but left it alone for his sisters sake. But was gratified to see him frown at someone kissing "his" girl, brother or not. If he only knew what she'd been willing to do...but her secret, and his own, was safe. <br><br>Rising from her he sent her a wink, the old Edward seemingly returned for the moment. There whispering safe from George or Peter, and he jumped in the pool to do some laps.....purposely trying to ignore Peter. Knowing he'd make a scene if he could. Edward would do his best to avoid that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 05:02:44</strong>
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				Abigail was relieved that Edward did not find her repulsive, even when she offered to please him, willing to take the moment in stride, willing to confess, to admit, his own weakness in lust and desire for her. All was well. Abigail gave her brother a faint smile, listening to him intently speak to her, yet he kissed her then, unexpectedly, his lips meeting the corner of her mouth, and she could taste the sweetness of his flesh. She curbed her need to lick his lip, not willing to yield to her temptation, not in front of Uncle George, and it took great strength and courage to part from Edward, breaking contact with him. As she relaxed, sitting back on the chair, her eyes caught sight of Peter. She had not realized that he had come to their house, that he had parked his car in their driveway, and she bit her bottom lip in surprise. Edward had stolen her complete attention when he had kissed her.<br><br>As her brother dove in the pool, and began to do a lap, Peter gazed at him, and then at Abby. &nbsp;“What the hell was that?” Peter asked, referring to the kiss he saw; his brow furrowed as he spoke, and he sat by Abigail's feet. She placed her novel aside, and looked at Peter. Somehow, he seemed a little too thin looking, mousy, and she didn't like his question.<br><br>Abigail laughed, brushing it off, and leaning forward to nestle near her boyfriend. &nbsp;“You sound jealous of a brother's affection for his baby sister.” Abigail said in jest, and she caressed his face feeling the light growth of dark stubble begin to poke through his skin. She smiled and kissed his cheek, and she was going to recline, but he caught her by the arm and looked at her questionably.<br><br>&nbsp;“Darling, I do get jealous, but of Eddie and you, well, he can't have you like I can and so there is no jealousy.” Peter murmured, and brushed a kiss across her lips as his hands roamed over her legs and thighs. His index finger hooked into the bikini bottom of the inside of her thigh, that little bit of material that covered her most private area, and she wiggled when she felt him feel her silkiness, her sleekness, that was hidden in the delicate folds of her skin. A smile formed on his lips, and he leaned closer to her, kissing her deeply as his finger slid along those folds of skin, and slipped into her vagina. Abigail gasped. &nbsp;“Still so wet from last night, love.”<br><br>&nbsp;“Peter, my brother and uncle are only a few feet away from us, please don't. It makes me uncomfortable.” Abigail whispered as she felt Peter penetrate deeper inside of her, and a wicked smile graced his lips. &nbsp;“And yes, I am still aroused from last night.” Abigail confessed, yet a lie all the same. Peter only smiled and withdrew his finger.<br><br>&nbsp;“Very well, pet,” Peter said, and stood up. He walked over to the pool side and looked at Edward, leaving Abigail somewhat confused. &nbsp;“Eddie, the blokes want to take you into town tonight, a bit of a gathering with just your mates, all fellows.” Peter looked at Abigail, and noticed her purse her lips shut. &nbsp;“Strippers and lap dancing if you want; our treat, of course.”<br><br>Annoyed, Abigail opened her novel and began to read, ignoring her boyfriend and brother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 05:27:25</strong>
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				Edward decidedly ignored Peter and his sister when he came over..knowing what they were doing. Knowing that Peter was....he refused to think about it. If he did he might just get the urge to put some of his training to the test. And after the things he'd seen Peter just wasn't that&nbsp; intimidating. Once she had shooed him off, or he had gotten bored...he could never tell with Peter.....but he suspected the former in this case seeing as family was about. He than heard Peter offer to take him out with the "blokes." Sure, don't even write me a fucking letter. Yet I get home and its strippers on your tab....my ass. <br><br>He stopped his laps and pulled himself up out of the pool, he stood next to Peter. This put both of them side by side in front of Abby..providing a rather convincing outline of them both. Peter was just a bit taller than he was, always had been. It used to be it had made him bigger as well, not anymore. Now Peter stood taller, and looked much taller due to his thinness. And despite the inch he still had on Edward he now looked much smaller in comparison. Where Peter was all sinewy, Edward was like a rock. And it was quite obvious the Edwards arms were about twice the size of poor Peter.....it was like a Cat versus a mouse....it never occured to Edward that them standing next to each other might let poor Abby compare the two of them......<br><br>"...Peter I'm not in the mood to go to a strip club mate. Unlike you I don't have a girl to sooth me after a night of fun..." the words were spoken with scorn. But it was directed at Peter, not Abby. But the voice of it was all the same. Edward shook his head..."Peter....you didn't write me but once. called what twice? And you think I'll come home and just be the same old immature Eddie that used to go with you and watch as you peeped on classmates skinny dipping or some dumbshit like that? I've grown up Peter." He left it at that as he headed inside....he sat down and turned on the T.V....a sigh leaving his lips....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 07:26:38</strong>
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				Abigail tried to read, but her eyes drifted to the men standing close to her, then back to the black words on the page, then to Edward; her vision practically ignored Peter's lanky form. Too, she was amused to hear Edward's reply, after all, she was not impressed with Peter's behaviour. She didn't understand what drew a man to a stripper, or to look at porn magazines or films when the fellow had a pretty girl, was capable of a conversation, and whom enjoyed sex. ...<em>Perhaps it is the conversation part</em>. Abby was an intelligent girl, and although she became lax with her grades in her later years, she was always interested in learning; it irked Peter, to a degree although she never knew why. When Edward practically, or really, did dismiss Peter, she noticed that he looked annoyed.<br><br>&nbsp;“Are you still going out with the lads?” Abby asked him when he flipped open his mobile. Peter nodded, and turned his back to her so that he could have some privacy to talk to a friend. Patiently, Abby would wait for his reply, but she never received one. Instead, Peter walked over to her and gave her a little kiss on her lips.<br><br>&nbsp;“Are you going to be at mine later?” Peter asked, his voice quiet as if out of fear that somebody might overhear them. Abigail shook her head.<br><br>&nbsp;“I don't see the point if you are going into town.” <br><br>Peter leaned closer to her, and stroked her cheek. With his finger, he tilted her head upwards so that he could make proper eye contact with her. &nbsp;“I would like you in my bed tonight, Abby.” <br><br>&nbsp;“Another woman will be arousing you, dancing in your lap, but you want to fuck me? That's very unappealing, and insulting to me, Peter. Fuck off.” Abby muttered, and pushed his hand away. She opened her book again and tried to concentrate on the words, but she could feel that bottom lip tugging into a tremble.<br><br>&nbsp;“Abby,” Peter said, and took her book from her. &nbsp;“You're being daft. I will see you later tonight.” He insisted, and without a kiss goodbye, he walked away with her book in tow. He glanced at her. &nbsp;“An' tell Eddie to give us a ring when he changes his mind.”<br><br>Abby wrinkled up her nose and crossed her arms underneath her bosom. &nbsp;“I will, Peter. I will.” She waved her fingers at him, gesturing a goodbye, and then she slouched on the chair, sighing. She wasn't particularly happy, and it wasn't the best of days.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 08:26:47</strong>
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				Edward found it hard to watch the T.V....too much had happened today for his mind not to dwell on it. Samantha, Peter.....Abby. He shook his head trying to not wonder what she would look like without her Bikini on....dammit. What he needed was a cold shower....a very cold shower. Looking out to see Peter leave Edward let out a relieved sigh. At least Abby hadn't gone with the bastard.....he shook his head as his sisters choice in men and walked towards the stairs, leaving the T.V. on as he was oft to do. A very old habit.....he headed upstairs and walked into the bathroom, leaving it unlocked. His father was busy, mom was gone and somehow he doubted his sister was going to walk in on him after this afternoon.....<br><br>He stripped from his bathing suit and stepped into the shower, quickly turning it on it's lowest Temperature. The cold water did wonders to lower his arousal level...damn...his sister of all people? He shook his head and grabbed the shampoo lathering his hair up, he throughly washed it and than grabbed the bar of soap, washing every part of his body throughly. He hated to be dirty. And the chlorine....he hated the smell. So he washed himself to a glean. And once he was all lathered up he used a washcloth, and than rinsed off. He even cleaned behind his ears.....than he shut the shower off and stepped out. He looked in the mirror and wondered if he should shave....meanwhile the door was unlocked, and unless someone was paying really close attention they'd not notice he was in there.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 17:33:57</strong>
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				Minutes passed, and as Abigail was about to rise and do a leisurely swim, Uncle George made his presence known. Abigail remained seated and looked to him, regretting what she had thought of asking the man, what she wanted to ask him, and she mulled the idea over in her mind. He sat by her side once again, and looked to her as he adjusted his glasses. He smiled at her, one in which his neice returned, and he coughed.<br><br>&nbsp;“Before Edward interrupted us, we were having a conversation. Do you wish to continue that, Abigail?” He asked, and reached over to hold her hand, her slender fingers, and tiny they were in comparison to his. His fingers stroked hers, and did so affectionately, but not the affection that should be between an uncle and niece.<br><br>Abby bit her bottom lip, still contemplating her request, and she felt like a small child all over again. &nbsp;“I'm uncertain.” She admitted, and withdrew from his touch. She looked at her fingers as if they were soiled, and then to the pool. &nbsp;“Thank you all the same.”<br><br>&nbsp;“If you need to talk, I am willing to listen, and help you if you are troubled, Abigail.” Uncle George said, and before he could stroke her leg, they both saw the car Aunt Betty was driving pull into the drive; the women were yapping, and paying little heed to the cobbles ending at the fence. There was a terrible noise of splintering wood, screams from inside the car, then laughter; the car was parked dreadfully close to the pool, and on top of a section of fence. Uncle George said nothing as did Abigail, and still Abigail's father never appeared. Too engrossed he was in his work.<br><br>The women tumbled out of the car and as they did so, they adjusted their skirts and blouses. Giggles and laughter filled the air, and Abigail's mother snapped fingers towards her. &nbsp;“Just don't sit there staring, Abigail!” her mum bellowed out, and laughed as she carefully tittered about the car and pool. &nbsp;“Come and get these bags, and give them to Edward.” She said, and gestured with her hand. &nbsp;“We found some terrific sales and bargains.”<br><br>Abigail left Uncle George sitting alone on the chair, and cautiously, she approached her mother. She smiled. &nbsp;“Sales and bargains. That's great Mum. I'm sure Edward will appreciate that.” She stole a glimpse into the bags that were handed to her and she smiled with amusement. There were briefs, all in white, and white sport socks as well as a pleated pair of denim pants that had long faded out of fashion <em>if they ever were in fashion</em>, and a few shirts in drab colors. &nbsp;“Very much so.” she added and padded to the house in quick strides before she was overcome with laughter.<br><br>&nbsp;“And best tell your Da that the fence needs mending.” Abigail's Mum hollered out after her. Abigail smiled and she slid open the door.<br><br>She was startled to see her father standing in the kitchen. &nbsp;“Da, Mum said the fence needs mending.” She never bothered to look at him, never truly bothering with him ever, and she darted up the stairs to find Edward. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 18:00:39</strong>
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				Edward looked around the bathroom, how ironic. Mum still didn't keep the towels stocked. He sighed and headed for the door. He had kept a stash in his room...assuming Abby hadn't found them and raided his stash. He walked out into the hallway, thinking that everyone was downstairs or outside.....so he was dripping wet...nude...and not all that concerned about decency. It would figure, considering this day, that at that exact moment Abby popped upstairs. It was like a old western shootout. Thankfully Edward wasn't "cocked and loaded" otherwise this may have been even more disturbing than it already was....at it is he was standing like a deer frozen in the headlights. And in that minute or so Abby would see more of him than she ever had....even earlier today....than it had been in his darkened room, and part of him had been covered. Here he was bared to the world, and right under the hallway light as "luck" would have it.<br><br>&nbsp;He than darted into his room once he had regained his faculties. Dammit it all! Is this his cursed day or something!?!?! Once in his room he quickly grabbed a pair of shorts, forgoing underwear for the moment. Than he waited. fairly confident Abby would say something...perhpas she'd just leave. He shook his head. Man this was disturbing....the cold shower had helped than he'd seen her in a Bikini, again..., and she seen him in the buff, unknowingly to him this being her second time.....he sighed and before she could escape he spoke..."Abby come in here and lock the door we need to talk......"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 19:06:14</strong>
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				Those shapely legs of hers, long and supple, had taken two stairs up at a time, and as she caught sight of Edward standing in the hall completely naked, she fell, tripping over her own two feet. She slid down a few stairs and there she sat rubbing her knee, thinking of Edward, bare. Granted, Abby had seen him naked earlier, and she did stare, did admire, <em>did lust</em>, but this time he was wet, and with the little bit of sunshine that the window allowed, he glistened as light and shadow played across his muscular and fit body. She breathed deeply, and pushed thoughts aside of him or at least tried. Behaving, not caving in to her wickedness, or what society deemed as wickedness, she crawled down a step or two to escape, but then she heard him address her. There was something in his voice that demanded obedience, and before she obeyed, she gathered the few dreadful garments that slipped out of the shopping bags when she fell.<br><br>Timidly, she walked up the remaining steps, and opened his bedroom door. She looked down, giving him privacy just in case he had not finished drying off, or dressing, as she stepped into the room, and locked the door behind her. She leaned against it, and held out the bags for him to take. &nbsp;“Yes, Edward?” She said, and then peered into his blue eyes, meeting his gaze. &nbsp;“You wanted to say something to me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 19:37:54</strong>
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				Edward smiled at her and took the bags setting them on the bed. He than met her gaze and took a step towards her, blocking any avenue of escape she had. He hadn't done it intentionally but she was trapped. "When you were 11 and Samantha and I first got together I didn't know our parents we're so....ok with sex. I told dad I wanted to improve the wiring in my room and I did that...and soundproofed it...just so they wouldn't know...." He shook his head and chuckled. "Sometimes I wish I was 15 again...." He was shirtless, but after today and what she'd already seen he just didn't care anymore. "I don't know why Abby...but ever since.....well this afternoon really I haven't been able to get you out of my head....this is a confession...a big one on my part considering that it seems so wrong.......I can't stop thinking fof you on your knees...." He blushed...."Sucking on me...or against a wall being fucked on me or so many other things!" He looked tormented...."It's driving me nuts, I just took a cold shower to cool off and than you come upstairs and see me nude...its almost like fate is slapping me around....I don't know......I think it might be wrong but I don't know if I'll care for much longer.....I'll leave that with you sister. Just know if you ever open that oppertunity again I may not be able to resist....<br><br>He was quiet after that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 20:48:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;“For Christ's sake, Edward, control yourself! You're British!” Abby snapped out in a hushed tone, and thrust her small hand against his chest as if that could yield all of his emotions and cravings. It was the only thing she could do to separate her from him, or him from her; their feelings were known to one another, and perhaps if she behaved as if she were in control of the situation, or at least her emotions, he would be hesitant to act upon instinct as would she. Their confessions of desire, their earlier tussle of tickling, it would make her parents disappointed, and emotionally distraught beyond a point of recovery. <br><br>She pretended to disregard her brother's statements, and had no one been home, had they complete privacy, she had little doubt that her fingers would curl inside her swimsuit bottoms and peel them off, asking him to fuck her hard. She attempted to keep a straight face while shaking her head. &nbsp;“For our parent's sake, then, Edward,” she muttered and as she was about to slip away, she realized that she was trapped by him. She stayed still for a moment, and soaked in his appearance, his handsomeness, the outlines of his body. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry, yet her hands had tiny little beads of sweat budding on them. “Please.” Abigail said, and reached up and tried to shift his arm so she could have freedom, yet she may as well have tried to shift a&nbsp; skid of bricks. Little success did she have, and she smiled at him, and changed the subject altogether. <br><br>&nbsp;“Aunt Betty drove the car into the fence, practically into the pool, an' Mum bought you hideous clothes that were on sale.” She rambled out, and looked away from him. &nbsp;“I have to go to Peter's tonight,”She said, a completely disjointed thought. Her eyebrow knit together as she thought of that, then the thoughts drifted to Edward, and a tingling sensation weaved through her body as she imagined him hooking his thumbs into her swimsuit bottom, and tugging them down. She flushed pink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>25-08-2007, 23:25:18</strong>
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				At her first statement he chuckled. "As opposed to what? A welshman? Perhaps I should go shag some sheep or something now Abigail? And wasn't it you who mere hours before was the one who was being forward. Don't give me that Abby, give me more credit. I'm not blind I know you want it just as bad as I do. If not more. And our parents? Mum still thinks I'm with Samantha, she heard anything she'd assume it was her. And Da never cared what I did, and if he heard he'd assume the same. And it's not like they are going to be waiting outside my door to see who comes out!" His eyes bored holes into her as he stood even closer, his arms on each side of her on the door, his body like a wall. <br><br>He scowled as she mentioned Peter's, and than of course he had to chuckle at the fence...those two shouldn't be allowed to drive....however. "Don't get off topic. This has to be settled. I won't rape you Abby you know that. I won't force you to do a damn thing. But I am telling you this, consider it fair warning, consider it a invitation I do...no I do give a damn. But here it is. You come onto me again, if I find you in a compromised position or if you come to my bed again I will fuck you. And I'll be straight about it, I like to be dominant and I like it hard just as much as I like it soft. You can go to Peters, fuck him if you want. I know just as well as you do that it will end sooner or later, your just a thing for him Abby. He will get bored, and will move on. You've already admitted you know this......" He shook his head and moved back, resisting the urge to force a kiss on her. No. He'd wait, he had a feeling she'd come in the future....he hoped anyway. "Your choice Abby....." He knew his words would get her thinking, and she had a vivid Imagination. And she had all she needed to figure out what he wanted, what would happen if she came to him again. "You can go....." She also could tell their relationship had changed regardless.......he was willing to take that step...she'd seemed ready to do so earlier....a odd role reversal if there ever was one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 03:27:58</strong>
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				The words Edward spoke, low and clear and passionate, burned into Abby, and then when he met her gaze, she had to look away and stare at the window. She had no choice. The intensity within those blue orbs of Edward's, she found intimidating. She remained still, barely breathing, simply concentrating on that window that needed to be replaced, and as minutes passed, Edward allowed her permission of freedom, permission to move or leave. She continued to lean on the door; her back formed to it, and she curled her arms around her torso as if to shelter and protect her from either Edward or her own emotions. <br><br>&nbsp;“Edward,” Abby began, a bit flustered. Her voice took a tone that was distinctly firm yet it was tainted with nervousness; a tremble could be heard in it if it was closely listened to, if somebody knew the young woman well. [color] “yes, it is something that I would consider, obviously.”[/color] She continued to look at the window and then bit at a hangnail. &nbsp;“Yes, my relationship with Peter will not develop into anything further. I know that, yet anything I have with you will not either. You can't marry me, or be the father of my kids if I wanted any,” She sighed out at him, and turned to leave. Her back faced him as she unlocked the door.<br><br>&nbsp;“I need time, Edward, to break up with Peter. The relationship has been stagnate, dead, for weeks now, but I need time.” Abby left then, not looking back at Edward, and her feet trailed along the floor, and padded quickly down the stairs. <br><br>Peter treated her well, for the most part, yet there had been a darker side to him that was oblivious to many, and never did she dare tell her friends. He would buy her clothes, jewelry, meals, take her on vacations, but when he was disappointed in her, that dark side appeared, and it wasn't the friendliest of personalities....far from it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 09:02:53</strong>
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				Her brother whispered softly as she left..."but I'll treat you right...and I'll take care of you......" If anything else those words we're more true than anything else said that night. He'd never harm her.....at least not intently. He was a rock as far as that was concerned. Samantha had always ran to him in a storm, a good port for any storm she'd always say.....and he knew now that he had been used.....oh well. That chapter of his life was over. He set his cell phone next to his bed connected to a charger, and a sigh left his lips. He was so tired....so very tired. The day had been far more intensive and exhaustive than he had cared to think about. And not Physically. But emotionally. In Iraq he'd had to run for hours on end, deal with high stress situations. But all detached from his emotions....the exact opposite was in the works here....what a pain. He walked out of his room and headed downstairs, letting his Mum know that he was hitting the hay. "Exhausted" from the days exertions. She took what she wanted from that, he didn't care. He went back upstairs and too his room. <br><br>He stripped from his cloths and looked at the door, closing it. But not locking it. He than crawled into bed and decided to sleep, if he could. The first hour or so was silence, the sounds of the house and not much more. Than slowly a troubled sleep came to him. Dreams, erotic ones to be sure, pestered him this night. Abby in her bikini, strip dancing to her favorite song......on her knees sucking on him with a twinkle in her eye....her screaming in pleasure as he fucked her with all his might.....his own groans seeming to be heard as well. He even saw her on his lap getting a spanking, a secret fantasy of his for sure. But one only he knew.....this night would seem not to let him stop thinking of her.....if he were still awake he would secretly hope the same were true for him...for now however he was stuck where he was....her on his mind...even in his dreams...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 14:39:42</strong>
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				Peter had come home to his flat at 2am, and Abby had been fast asleep in his bed. Her body was burrowed underneath the heavy blankets so that he could only see her mop of hair poking out. She stirred, and stretched as he sat on the edge of the bed nearly naked and enjoyed a cigarette. Peeking at him, Abby watched blue-gray smoke curl in the air, and filter out his nose, and then she struggled to look at the clock and groaned. &nbsp;“Are you just getting in from the night with the lads?” Abigail yawned out, and turned to look at him. It was a silly question for they both knew the answer, and they both knew he would not answer it. <br><br>After he crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray, he slipped off his boxers, and slid into bed where he looked at Abby, studied her face for a moment. His hand which smelled of smoke glided over her face and disappeared under the sheets as he pressed an unwanted kiss onto her lips. She winced at the taste of his breath, and more so when he found his way between her legs, and felt his hardened cock poke at her. A smile curved his lips when he felt her fluids still clinging to her delicate folds of skin from earlier in the day, and within seconds, he began to fuck her, fulfilling his need to be satisfied. <br><br>She looked at him wondering if she could sleep through it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>26-08-2007, 17:47:42</strong>
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				He woke up several times that night, tormented as he was by lusts that he wished were fulfilled. In all honesty he hadn't been laid in about four years...he'd expected to come home and have an all nighter with Samantha. Instead he came home, lost her, and suddenly gained the urge of wanting to fuck his sister. He sighed to himself and rose, grabbing a pair of shorts and slipping them on before heading downstairs to grab a drink of water. It was early in the morning and everything was quiet. He got his water and sighed. The couch was empty. And with all the other bedrooms filled that meant she had gone to Peters. He tried not to feel jealous. And failed quite badly. he wondered if they were fucking right now......he sighed and finished his glass of water, before returning to his room and going into bed. <br><br>But once more as sleep claimed him his dreams came, and this time they were all the more graphic. He tying her wrists behind her back and putting a blindfold on her before beginning a series of sexy teasing, or even light torture. Why did spanking keep coming up? He'd never really had that as a turn-on...but than again 4 years had gone by...who knows whats changed. But again in every scene he watched them interact he noticed something. They were both happy. Odd when their having sex...but they seemed content, the natural order of things as it were...but it couldn't be.....his dreams kept him twisting and turning all night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 05:29:02</strong>
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				The bright morning light filtered through the window, and seeped through the cracks of the wooden slat blinds which cast linear lines across the floor and over the bed. Abigail awoke in a tangle of bed sheets and gangly limbs; Peter's arms encircled her waist and she was tightly pulled to him with her bottom formed to his pelvic area. He had fallen asleep holding her, and although she appreciated his warmth during the night, she felt trapped, and longed to use the bathroom yet if she stirred, Peter would wake. She lightly sighed; in the quietness of the room, there was tranquility and enough to sort through the events of yesterday with Edward, and still, there was no reasonable explanation for it...yet there never was when it came to the heart.<br><br>Abigail shivered, felt a tingle over her skin, when she felt the lightest of kisses on her neck and shoulder. Peter nuzzled his nose near her ear. &nbsp;“I've a surprise for you,” Peter murmured in her ear, and Abby sighed, half expectant to feel his cock hard against her.&nbsp; He never had his appetite sated.<br><br>&nbsp;“And what might that be?” &nbsp;Abby asked, regretting the question in which she assumed to know the answer, but Peter shifted and rose from the bed. He even left the room briefly, and returned with an envelop that he gave to her.<br><br>&nbsp;“Open it.” Peter told her, and searched for his cigarettes and lighter. Abigail watched him for a moment, and then flicked open the envelop with her thumb and index finger. Inside were two plane tickets to Paris, and one had her name on it. A wide smile appeared on her face.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh Peter! You shouldn't have!” Abby exclaimed and sat up in bed. Her eyes focused on the tickets. It only made ending their relationship harder, and how or when she was going to do it, she didn't know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>27-08-2007, 06:12:47</strong>
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				Edward awoke to a empty bed, after last night he'd half expected Abby to be in bed with him.....he sighed to himself and rose, grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He quickly changed into them and headed into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth, shaved and washed his face. He than sighed and went down the stairs. Mum per usual was in "hostess mode" and there was a big breakfast on the table for their guests. He gave his mum a kiss on the cheek and sat down piling on the eggs, bacon and Fresh fruit. He had a feast. And despite being alone the food did raise his spirits. Typical guy. After breakfast he hugged his mum and asked him to relay a hello to Da and Uncle George for him....he was going shopping.<br><br>Walking to the garage he opened it up, and smiled at the car that was waiting for him.&nbsp; A 1969 Mustang GT. It had the 289 V-8 Hi-Po engine in it. And it was very American. Thankfully this one had the conversion to drive on the left side of the road. He got in on the drivers side and turned on the engine, happy to hear the beast come to life with gusto. He put on his rock music and plugged his cell phone in to be charged. Than he put it in gear and drove out, the moment he was on the street he floored it, happy to hear the free revving engine and the burning tires....damn he'd missed his car! Happy with a muscle car under him and the prospect of buying better cloths Edward went off. <br><br>Once at the local mall he pulled in and parked, than headed inside. He bought the cloths that were trend for public occasions. But the black jeans, black combat boots, and black tank-top were specifically for the Leather Trench coat that he had in his closet at home. He wondered when he'd be able to bring it out....still a tad warm. But soon enough.....he chuckled as he paid for it, than he headed for the local Gun shop. Before he'd never needed a weapon in his life. But after being in the SAS you felt naked without it. And having been SAS he could, and had, applied for a special gun permit. Which was not easy to get....he bought a 9mm Beretta and a concealed holster. And he put it on within view of the Owner of the store...who made him promptly show his permit.....which he did. After that he went to his car, loaded up...and went home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-08-2007, 05:07:54</strong>
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				Abigail had spent the morning with Peter discussing the details of their trip: their hotel room, a possible car rental, and the sites and restaurants they wished to see, and by early afternoon Abigail arrived home. Uncle George and her Da where milling about the concept of mending the fence, and her Mum and Aunt Betty were leisurely making a large family meal for dinner. The women, who were voraciously yapping and discussing quail, turned to Abigail as she strode in the room, and popped open a&nbsp; greasy bag of fish and chips. Like vultures, her Mum and Aunt Betty came over to share the meal.<br><br>&nbsp;“You are flush of cheek, Abby, girl.” her mum said and bit into a vinegar soak chip. &nbsp;“Does that mean you and Peter had a good time?” Her eyebrows raised up and turned to her sister, Betty. &nbsp;“He knocks up my daughter and I tell you, Betty, hell will be paid.”<br><br>&nbsp;“I'm right here, you know, Mum,” Abigail informed the women and wrinkled her eyebrows. She bit into a drenched vinegar chip. &nbsp;“And we're careful.” Abby piped in; after the first pregnancy, after the abortion, Peter had made certain Abigail was on the pill, and he wore a rubber, usually.<br><br>&nbsp;“You just remember, I want legitimate grandchildren, lady.” Her mum said, and puckered her lips. &nbsp;“And why is it that you must drown the chips in that much vinegar? It ruins the taste, Abigail.” All of the women stared at the chips then, and Abigail shrugged her shoulders.<br><br>&nbsp;“I don't know. I just like it like that. Tart and sour.” She said, and popped another in her mouth. She licked her fingertips clean. &nbsp;“Peter is taking me to Paris, Mum. End of the week.” The plane ticket was shown to her Mum whom clapped a hand over her chest.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh Abby! There's only one reason that an unmarried man takes his girlfriend to Paris. He's going to propose. Oh heavens! My little girl married! I'd never thought the day would come so soon.” she turned to Betty who had been eating the fish. &nbsp;“I always thought it would have been Eddie and Samantha. A gorgeous bride Sam will be if Eddie ever comes around to asking. Really, though, not a romantic fellow, our Eddie. Must be his career.”<br><br>Abigail grimaced, and was going to correct the women on their thoughts, but she backed away watching them devour the food. Again, too, Samantha haunted her life, and for a moment, she wanted to tell her Mum the truth, that Samantha was a backstreet slapper not worthy of Edward. She let it go, and darted up the stairs to take a quick shower. As she peeled off her clothing, she recalled Edward, yesterday, naked in the hall and she turned to peer at her own body.<br><br>She was thin and lithe, perhaps at the most a hundred and five pounds; her tummy was flat, and she could see the outline of her ribcage, and as her eyes peered further up, studying her breasts, she bit her lip. The pill had made her breasts fuller, putting her into a B cup and just the perfect size and shape, she thought, for Peter to hold them in his hands....<em>or Edward</em>. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>28-08-2007, 05:32:49</strong>
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				He had spent the rest of his day working on his mustang, changing the oil, checking the other fluids. Just to keep it in tip top shape. He took care of everything he had, from his women, well woman,....well nothing at this point in that regard....to his clothes. He finished that up, than washed it in his swim trunks. A couple of local teenage girls out and about stayed and watched him for a few minutes.....he had to grin as they were staring at his chest....you'd think they were guys ogling a topless girl. He shook his head as he moved on to wax it. After which he put it in the garage and went inside. Where he took a shower and than vegetated in his room. <br><br>He heard Abby get home and he jumped out of bed. He was wearing his black jeans, and nothing else. He rarely wore a shirt around the house save for gatherings at the kitchen table. Just a habit of his now, as in Iraq you were always in a hurry to get out of your combat gear. He sat on the stairs and watched as Abby conversed with the other women, he'd been mad. But he knew that Peter would never propose. Abby was just a toy....to be pampered and used.....as far as Samantha was concerned...well his mother would figure it out...eventually. He shook his head at that. Soon enough Abby was on her way up, he gave her a smile..but said nothing. It was obvious their relationship was strained for the moment.....and that wasn't odd in the least when one considered what both of them contemplated.....and he was convinced that she was contemplating those thoughts as well.......<br><br>When she went in to take her shower he was oh so tempted to join her, to end it once and for all. No teenager could stand the sight of a person they wanted nude and wet. He knew that as well as anyone...hell most can't stand them nude. He shook his head and decided instead to simply wait for her on the top step...and his mind eventually swung to wondering what exactly she looked like nude....as of yet he didn't actually know....dammit to hell....he was getting aroused.....he sighed to himself and laid back on the carpet behind him.....life was annoying all of a sudden.....when did war seem so simple....<em>When you started to think about fucking your sister....</em>He had to concede that point....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-08-2007, 16:52:53</strong>
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				Abigail stepped into a very hot shower, one that would steam the room into a dull haze, and in that shower, she drowned the scent of Peter and sex off of her body, fully cleaning herself with the lavender soap. It was a delicate fragrance, one that soothed her, and one that would linger in the air for hours afterwards. As her fingers knit through her hair, she pondered cutting it short again, or at least by a few inches; the short hair emphasized her facial features especially those high cheek bones and her jaw line. Mentally, she debated the pros and cons of it, and perhaps in Paris, she'd seek out a fashionable hair stylist. Minutes would pass, not her usual twenty or thirty minute show, but a quick ten minute one; never was she long in the shower when Uncle George visited, and since he was outside busying himself with the fence, it was safe to shower and quickly dress. <br><br>Stepping out of the shower with strands of hair matted to her head and face, she pulled open the bathroom window to let the steam out while she did a quick towel dry. Only then, after wrapping the towel around her did she realize that she forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom. &nbsp;“Shit!” She cursed, and ran a hand over her face. She then bit a nail as she stared at the door wondering if Uncle George was still outside, and yet all the same, she couldn't remain locked in the bath for the entirety of the day. It was a risk she had to take, and quickly, quietly, she opened the door to walk silently down the hall.<br><br>Abby then stopped walking when she saw Edward stretched out on the floor half dressed. She tried to push her lewd thoughts to the back of her mind, burying them, but she could not fully, and tempted was she to peel off that towel she wore. She sighed, trying to overcome that urge. Abby inched closer to Edward for she needed to pass him in order to get into her bedroom. Her sight drifted to his firm body, then to her door, then back to her brother. &nbsp;“Is Uncle George still outside?” she asked, peering down at him, tempted to tease him. Her feet settled near his bicep, and easy it would be to stare at those legs of hers, or dare to touch them, or to tug her towel off. She wiggled her toes and stared at the toe ring.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 03:10:12</strong>
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				Edward looked up when his sister came out of the bathroom, and seeing her in a bath towel was more than enough to make him even harder, as he knew just how little was between him and her body. And he didn't bother hiding it either, she knew he wanted her after all. He looked at her smooth legs and he let a hand brush against one in a forward move. Stroking her calve......in a certainly non-brotherly manner.....he than stopped and rose from the floor. "No he's still outside...." At his full height he'd always been much taller than her, but he'd never been imposing. Now he was. Now he looked like a person who could, if he so wanted, overpower her. In the past she'd been able to wrestle him without worrying about him hurting her. He hadn't had that type of power...now on the other hand......<br><br>And neither was his shy, as was soon evident as he trapped her against a wall, his hands were on either side of her as he looked her in the eye....."Think this is compromising?" He had a "bedroom smile" as he leaned close, his bare chest brushing against the hand holding the towel together. He kissed her cheek ever so softly and than kept his face right there as he whispered...."not quite enough......pity......" And he did sound rather sad about that fact. He leaned back letting their lower regions brush as he moved away. He was not the Edward she remembered at all...he let the pathway to her bedroom open....as he moved to his own and left the door open...a invitation. One he doubted she'd take...but than again...she had surprised him a awful lot recently. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 04:51:17</strong>
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				Edward's hand caressed her leg, her strong calf muscle, and before Abigail could move, before she could dart around Edward to the safety of her bedroom, Abby became pinned against the wall with no easy route of escape. Barely could she tolerate his closeness without a lewd thought roaming in her mind, and as he tenderly kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, he pressed his chest against her. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to have that towel drop, to be naked before him so that he could lift her, press her against the wall and have her legs wrap around his waist while he fucked her. Abby winced at the idea, silently cursing herself, and she struggled to regain some willpower. All the same, the towel slipped a fraction to expose more of her breasts and weakly, she clung to it, easing her grasp, letting it slip further down. <br><br>Her brother eased back, letting his pelvis rub against hers, and the towel parted slightly to reveal a glimpse of her curved hip, and unknowing to her, she softly whimpered before Edward released her into freedom. She took a long look at the open door to his bedroom, and for a moment she thought about yielding to the temptation of sin; her mouth watered at the very thought of it. Stood there, Abby did, in a stupor for several long minutes, undecided of her will, and before she could walk to her bedroom and safely change, Uncle George was on the staircase.<br><br>Abby stepped into Edward's room, and partially closed the door just enough to hide from Uncle George.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 06:22:04</strong>
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				Edward was pleasantly surprised when she came into his bedroom, and when she hid behind the door he raised a brow. Than he heard the ambling squeaks that represented his Uncle moving around outside. Edward wasn't one to pass on a chance like this. He came up behind her and shut the door all the way, the click unnervingly loud in the small room, after that only their breathing could be heard....his chest against her back....his hardness against her ass. He leaned forward and kissed her earlobe softly, his tongue running wickedly along it as he let his hand run up her leg under the towel. He was being lewd and knew it...and didn't give a damn. He knew he was being unfair in his tempting and teasing of his sister...but again...didn't give a damn. <br><br>That hand traveled to the inside of her thigh, coming closer and closer to her sex....but suddenly he moved away. The intent was obvious to her. He had pushed to a point, a barrier that he felt secure in going to, but she'd have to pass that point. And to make the seduction even worse he slipped out of those jeans, his boxers positively tented from the erection hidden underneath. He was not the subversive sort of all....this was blatant, direct, to the point. Very military. And the look he gave her was dark, lusty and she could tell he knew what he wanted.....he was so tempted to order her to have sex with him....he had the distinct impression that if he pushed <em>that</em> hard she would do it, but he wanted her to come willingly. Coerced perhaps, but not ordered....he wanted her to want it too, he gave her a come hither smile....and waited to see her reaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 14:58:26</strong>
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				From behind the door, Abby spied the hallway and saw Uncle George peer into the bathroom, smile and lick his lips, and stride into her bedroom as if hunting for Abby, yet she was in Edward's bedroom safe from Uncle George, but not her brother. A startled gasp came from her when Edward shut the door, and pressed his intentions; his hardness, his erection, she could feel all too well against her, and it made her close her eyes and catch her breath. As he kissed her ear, licking her earlobe, tempting her into pleasure,&nbsp; Abby rested her hands on the door for support. The towel was still about her lithe lean body clinging to her damp feminine form. It loosened, however, when Edward's hand roamed underneath it and stroked her leg, searched for her inner thigh, caressed it, and a whimper of a noise came from Abby's throat. She parted her legs knowing that she shouldn't, yet the desire for his hand to further explore her was greater than her will to say a simple 'no'. He stepped away then controlling his own urges, but when Abby turned to look at him, her thin body leaning against the door, he stood before her in his boxers. His erection was apparent, tenting the material, drawing it tight.<br><br>&nbsp;“Edward,” she breathed out, her voice blending into the stillness of the air almost ethereally. &nbsp;“You are devilish, preying on me, using your tactics and strength to trap me like a frightened animal, knowing that I must be in turmoil, yet you still come to me, tempting, and teasing.”&nbsp; Deciding to end the conflict that plagued her mind and body, their mutual lust, Abigail drew near him, and as she stepped closer, her wet towel slipped from her body and tumbled to the floor where she soon knelt before Edward.<br><br>Peering up at him with her bright blue eyes, she tried to ignore that erection that stirred near her, and her fingertips reached within the waistband of his&nbsp; boxers and curled around the elastic. &nbsp;“Only once, Edward, and we will both then be rid of this carnal desire.” She informed him, hoping that her words would be true. With a tug, one that was gentle, she pulled at his boxers, sliding them free of his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 16:24:45</strong>
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				Edward thought back a day before, remembering when he could have said the same thing to her. When she'd asked him if she could help him with his "problem." But now was not the time for those words, nor was it the time to berate her on the fact that this road was not something to be traveled once, he'd see to that if she didn't. However when the towel slipped&nbsp; from her body his other thoughts drifted away, being left with the burning lust for his sister that had bothered him since, well really ever since the day he'd gotten home....the afternoon of......he sighed ever so softly as he watched her get down on her knees the sight really turning him on.......<br><br>He looked down at her, his own blue eyes bright and sparking with energy that was obvious to the young woman before him. She'd seen that hungry look before, a man who needed sexual release, who was horny and wanting......the look of a fever that needed to be cooled if nothing else. Her on her knees nude had been enough to get him to that point.....somewhere deep in the back of his mind he berated himself for that....but his focus was on the lower half of his body at the moment....and that was that. Few men could no less stop that than stop world hunger....and Edward was no exception. <br><br>Once the boxers slid free his erection slipped...well popped free, bobbing up and down in earnest the moment it came out of it's cloth prison. He shivered as the cool air of the room caressed him. he'd almost forgotten something, and as tempted as he was not t move to fix it he knew it might be fatal otherwise. Once his boxers were off he moved to the door and locked it. But he was quickly back to where Abby was on her knees, his look expectant as he moved to where she could have easy access to him....and he waited....knowing that this would only whet his want of this...hardly cure it...in fact he was sure that if anything it would make it worse....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2007, 19:32:31</strong>
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				Abigail remained kneeling as Edward strode to the door and locked them into a safe environment. Her keen eyes enjoyed his walkaway, and she bit her bottom lip slightly when he came to her once again, and stood before her with anticipation and lust, desire twinkling in his eyes, heating him. Her arms languidly rested around Edward's waist, encircling him, and for a moment Abby rested her head against him and breathed in the scent of his warm flesh. He smelled clean, and lightly she pressed her lips to the flat of his abdomen, kissing him there; she felt his taut muscles with her lips and she nuzzled a smile of delight into his flesh. She pulled back from him ever so slightly, and his hardened cock brushed against her soft cheek, caressing her skin, and with a devilish grin, she gazed up at her brother as her lips gently, lightly, grazed along his manhood to kiss him there and do so teasingly. <br><br>Settled well before him, her hands trailed over his hips, feeling him, and traced along his thighs; barely did her fingertips touch him, yet the caress was present, hauntingly so as if she feared to feel him, to stroke his warm flesh.&nbsp; Without a word said, she parted her lips, and her tongue licked the tip of his penis, and then she fully took him into her warm wet mouth. Her hand lightly caressed his balls, teasing the skin, gently, as she moved and glided her tongue over his shaft, and curving it around the rim of his penis, taunting him into further pleasure and her own as well. With every lick, every suck, every kiss that she bestowed upon his shaft, she felt a tingle of delight wash over her, and the sensation lingered in her nether regions, and the delicate folds of skin became slick with her own fluids.<br><br>Abigail inched away from him then, and licked her bottom lip as she gazed upon him. She had every intention of teasing him, delightfully, and then letting him cool to only tease him once more and so until he could no longer tolerate it. She licked her lip again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>30-08-2007, 02:56:59</strong>
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				Edward looked down at his little sister, seeing the curve of her lovely breasts....following the view down to her flat stomach...too those long long legs......she'd feel him shiver ever so softly as she placed his face to his abdomen. He wondered if she'd done this for Peter...probably....he shooed the ugly thoughts away, not wanting to think about it. When she was against his abdomen though his placed his hands on her hand.....tangling himself in her hair just because he felt like it. He had to grin to himself....here he was....standing above his baby sister....about to get a blowjob from her.....wow had life changed. Would he ever get rid of the guilty feeling he now felt....he didn't know...and for now. Didn't care. <br><br>Another shiver trailed down his body as she kissed his manhood ever so softly, ever so....teasingly? <em>Oh no she isn't...</em> Was the thought in his mind, a suspicion growing in the back of his head that was making him more excited. Samantha had always been one to get dirty fast, going down on him hard and fast. She'd just wanted to fuck and considered this nothing but foreplay. But was Abby going to make him sweat it out a few times....oh he hoped so...it felt so much better that way. He felt her fingers drift like phantoms across his flesh, and he felt himself let loose a soft sigh....he was looking forward to this. <br><br>And than she licked him once, before taking him into her warm mouth....he wasn't the least bit shy about being vocal about enjoying the pleasure....and a lucid moan left his mouth as she sucked on him that first time, her tongue...oh it felt good. She knew what she was doing, and he was pleased by that...this time though it didn't come to him that it meant she'd practiced on Peter.....that would have ruined his mood...and that would be hard enough to do with his sister sucking on him.....<br><br>Than she backed away, his suspicions being confirmed as she looked up at him, he seeing that teasing in her eye....and he felt that lovely buildup to orgasm dim.....<em>ah fuck.....</em>Was the thought that entered in his mind, he didn't want to force her, nor beg for it.....but she was likely going for the latter....he looked down at her with anguished lust...the pain quite real as he had a need to have his orgasm...but he would not voice his need. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2007, 05:39:04</strong>
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				Abigail sat on her bare haunches, and while she admired her brother's firm body, the clean curved lines of his muscles, his sun golden skin, she bit a nail trying to hide her enchanting and mischievous smile that graced her luscious lips; tormenting Edward, teasing Edward, she believed, would be pleasurable. &nbsp;“Oh, Edward,” her voice was but a mere whisper, almost imperceptible in the stillness of the summer afternoon. &nbsp;“The distraught look upon your face, that tender sadness that hungers for your need of carnal fulfillment, it is exquisitely divine.”&nbsp; <br><br>Lazily, she stretched before him on the floor like a feline and as her nail carved a pattern into the carpet beside her, Abby debated how she would reinstate his desire, rekindle that yearning need to release himself, to orgasm with in, and then, satisfied with her own thoughts, she crawled to him on hands and knees. &nbsp;“Please, I beseech you, Edward, beg of you to allow me to continue.” Tenderly, she lowered her head as if needing permission, and it was then that she bestowed a lingering kiss on his inner ankle. Her breath was warm, and light against his flesh as she languidly licked the full length of the inside of his leg, and upon nuzzling her nose close to his scrotum, her warm wet tongue glided across the skin, caressing it before she licked his thick shaft. Parting her lips, once again, she took him into her mouth and began to suck on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>30-08-2007, 16:37:18</strong>
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				Edward was finding out that while the ends certainly justify the means in this particular case that the means were going to be a pain to endure to get to that so lovely end, and of course the look of utter delight on his sisters face was annoying when he knew it was because of the look on his face. That silly grin of hers just begged to be tamed, he shivered as he felt another pulse of need grip his body, darn her. "I'm glad you think so Abby, and I promise you that I'll return the favor one day." And his promises were never idle. This would not be their last time, and one day she'd be shaking under him with need begging for release, he liked the thought of that.<br><br>He looked at his sister as she stretched, the view.....magnificent. She really had filled out quite nicely, and when she crawled to him he could only feel another shiver beseech him. The sight of her on her knees like that, the feeling of her tongue on his leg....it was all deliciously submissive, and a lovely sight to see. He didn't bother to reply to the question. She knew she had permission, this was a game of seduction in its own right. And she was finding all the right notes in this particular musical. He moaned softly as she nuzzled against his crotch, only to chance to a deep hearty groan as she licked, than took his shaft into her mouth. She felt wonderful. Warm, wet....and the way she moved her mouth.....she was rewarded with his body trembling under her touch and his mouth whispering sweet nothings, and loud groans. <br><br>Sooner or later her teasing would hit a point, and she'd find his hands in her hair.....making sure that she no longer could tease him, no longer could control the situation....<em>no longer had complete control...</em> And than he'd set the pace, and he'd control her movements on his shaft....he seeing her limits....how far she would go...how much she would take...how willing she was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>31-08-2007, 06:08:21</strong>
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				Abigail's lips, her mouth, completely surrounded her brother's cock as she sucked on it, and gently, her hand cupped his balls, and her slender fingers stroked him there, tenderly, and desirously. She listened to him breathe, listened to his pleasurable groans and sighs, felt his hands upon her head knitting through her wet strands of hair, and she noted the changes of his physical being; she began to understand what pleased him without asking. Her hand, her fingers, wrapped around the base of his penis, stroking him; the caresses coincided with the licks and sucks, and for a moment, Abby could feel his manhood slightly widen and pulse in her mouth. Her pink tongue soothingly curved the underside of his penis, teasing the skin, and slowly, once again, she let Edward's shaft slid free from her mouth. Lovingly, she kissed the tip of it and let her fingers slid along the entirety of the length, and she held him as she rose to her feet. <br><br>She leaned against Edward, her naked body forming to his, and standing on tip toe, Abigail brushed her lips across his, nipping at his bottom lip, tasting his sweet flesh. She murmured into the kiss, her breath feathery and warm on his skin. &nbsp;“I'm so torn, Edward,” she deepened the kiss, then, passionately, stealing part of his breath. &nbsp;“Part of me wishes to continue to gratify you, orally pleasing you, and swallowing every salty drop that you release into my mouth yet if I do that, you will be spent and you won't be able to fuck me with that delicious cock of yours.” Abigail admitted. She smiled at him and gently brushed the tip of her tongue along his jawline, and then sucked on his earlobe. <br><br>“Would it be wrong of me to tease you orally, to bring you so close to pleasure, and then beg you to fuck me?” &nbsp;Abigail asked, her words barely audible over her breathing. With a darkened look in her eyes, one that smoldered with sexuality, she stared at her brother, and met his gaze.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>02-09-2007, 01:12:58</strong>
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				And her efforts were not without merit, for every second that she was upon his cock was a delirious feeling for Edward, she knew what she was doing for sure....for she could read him, knew when he was on the edge, knew when to pause to let him cool....she even stroked his balls in just the right way.....he felt his body shiver again and again, just in the feeling. it'd been four years since he'd had this...it was fair to say he missed it. And Abby, to his great surprise and slight displeasure knowing who taught her, was far better than Samantha had been....Samantha had always treated this part of sex as a Job.....Abby seemed to do it because she derived pleasure from pleasing him....which suited Edward just fine....for here he was...moaning and groaning with ever little lick, kiss, suckle and touch from her.......<br><br>When she came from his cock part of him was greatly annoyed, as he wanted to be satisfied, but a mental part of him admired her skill...and the fact she wasn't simply doing this for him any longer. At first she'd been a little bit tenative...now she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he. And he'd yet done a thing to please her. He made a mental note not to let her leave the room until he had proven that he knew how to make a woman feel good. He heard her words and smirked, his hands falling to her lovely bottom and pulling her tight against him. His erection being pushed against her stomach and her breasts into his chest. "Don't be torn dear sister.....for if you take me to that edge and don't fulfill be this time, I'll simply take matters into my own hands, I'll grab you by the arm and move you to the wall and I'll push you against it helplessly, perhaps you can cushion yourself with your arms...or I can push in so your breasts and pushed against it. Than I'll guide my cock into you...and fuck you hard to satisfy my desires......So you can beg if you wish...but It will be a powerful ride Sister. <br><br>And he returned the look in her eyes, his own smoldering in lust, and just a bit of violence. Nothing too scary or to induce nightmares...just enough to bring a shiver of anticipation to any proper submissive girl...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>02-09-2007, 19:16:02</strong>
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				His words, those few words that Edward spoke to her, made her skin crawl with a tantalizing sensation, a yearning of desire, and a mischievous look adorned her face as she brushed a kiss upon his cheek. Her tongue trailed along his skin, tasting him; a trace of soap, perhaps that of shampoo, still lingered on his skin. Abby put her arms around him, and with her strength, she boosted herself upwards and draped her shapely legs around his waist, locking herself steadfast with her ankles. His firm cock teased against the warm wetness of her sex, gently probing at her, and she smiled at her brother. &nbsp;“Helpless?” She breathed out, looking directly into his eyes while her fingers toyed with his short hair. She smiled coyly at him. &nbsp;“Sometimes it is lovely to be helpless in a man's arms, yielding to him, begging for mercy yet truly not wanting any,” She traced her finger over his bottom lip, feeling the soft skin, wanting him to take her as he described. She bit her bottom lip, and her sultry gaze met his once more. &nbsp;“You can't make a girl helpless if she wishes, craves, to be helpless,” Abigail inform Edward, and then chose to slide down his body, wetting his manhood with her own juices so that it glistened in the afternoon light.<br><br>Abigail knelt before Edward, cupped him yet again, and before she began to lick her fluids clean from him, she raised her eyebrow. &nbsp;“Of course, we will have to see if you are true to your word.” She said, her voice but a breathy whisper, and she fully took him into her mouth letting her tongue stroke and dance along his manhood. She whimpered softly; her little sighs became lost amongst Edward's breathing and low pleasurable groans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>30-09-2007, 23:05:45</strong>
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				The man listened to his sister, her words echoing in his ears as he realized the truth, the sad truth of the matter was he had a girl that was properly submissive, that had a desire to be controlled in a degree. And yet had a will, and a mind that matched his own. Samantha had been a bimbo, a hormonal release valve of sorts. Not a match, not a mate. And here he had a girl that would fit that role, and in the end it would eventually be all for naught. But he'd enjoy it while he had it, and he'd make sure she did too. "Well sister, than I'm the answer to your cravings......" he shivered as he felt her slide down his form, her sex rubbing his cock in just the right ways..........<br><br>Than he looked down and saw her lick him for a moment before pausing to say those words, that were surely a challenge......and his eyes were a burning fire that would not be soothed except by one thing, and that alone would be enough to answer her challenge...and if not, his words would be. "If I lied about this dear sister......I'll let you be on top next time..." Which wasn't that bad a deal for him in a moment of objective clarity, but in this moment of him in this oh so dominant mood it would be weighty. Than he put his hand on the wall and let out a languid groan, her mouth and tongue working it's magic once more. Oh yes. She'd get her wish...and he knew he'd enjoy "forcing" her to pleasure him after this torment......
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-10-2007, 16:00:43</strong>
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				Abigail's hands roamed over Edward's body, sliding over the curves of his hips, his buttocks, the flat of his well roped abdomen until her hands rested on his muscular back. She delighted in this, feeling and savoring his perfect body, and she raked her nails down his spine and did so lightly as if only to tease his senses. Bright yearning eyes looked up at Edward admiring his physic, and as she did, she drew him deeper into the warmth of her mouth and nipped at the curling hairs at the base of his manhood. She fully sucked and licked at him, working her mouth, cheek and throat muscles, gliding her tongue across the stiff member and intensely teasing the sensitive underside so that she could feel the head swell slightly in her mouth. Well aware of Edward's breathing, the soft groans that came from him, and the tightening of his muscles, Abby sat back on her heels to let his blood cool momentarily, and then she drew close to him and placed a lingering kiss on his inner thigh.<br><br>&nbsp;“There won't be a next time, Edward,” Abigail whispered and stood between him and the wall. &nbsp;“There can't be for many, many reasons, and so I have little choice but to tease you tortuously slow until ecstasy finally claims you, claims us.” She breathed the last few words into a kiss; her lips brushed against his, nipping and sucking on his bottom lip as her hands gently cupped his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 00:14:22</strong>
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				Edward knew that it would never be enough....knew that whatever words she spoke that this would only calm their desires for a little while....and if she kept making him feel this way......well. He would always lust for her. The feel of her mouth on his erection was amazing, she didn't hold back....she used her lips throat and tongue to drive him to a frenzy...and than she pulled away to let him cool....it was a maddening and satisfying feeling......but if she truly felt this would be the last time....well. He would not risk not having her. <br><br>He felt her come up to his lips, felt her kiss him and suck on his bottom lip, felt her hands on his cheeks....and he whispered these words..."You have a choice Abby.....you choose to torment me.....make me want you all the more.....and you think this will be the last time. If you wish it to be so than it shall be...you know I'd never force myself on you.....but...I have my doubts. In the meantime...."<br><br>He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her up, carrying her to the wall. He pressed her against it and let his mouth and tongue ravage her breasts. He stopped not there as he moved up to her throat and than proceeded to conquer her lips.In the meantime he rubbed his erection against her sex...knowing she'd want it....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 03:27:05</strong>
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				Abby gasped as Edward lifted her and did so with relative ease, gracefully holding her, balancing her with effortless care and strength until her thin back felt the solid cold hardness of the wall. No one, not Peter or any other man in her life pinned her against a wall to fuck her; nestled there and coupled with Edward's words, Abigail felt flushed with a new burgeoning heat that made her desire for Edward intensify. &nbsp;“It is my prerogative as a woman to torment men, to make them want me, long for me, and regardless if you are my brother, you are a man first and foremost.” Abby murmured against the warm skin of his shoulder as Edward indulged himself on her perfectly youthful breasts. Her nipples hardened underneath his mouth, his tongue, and she softly sighed while knitting her fingers through his short hair: the delight from his touch sent shivers down her spine which made her wriggle. As she shifted and moved, her body begging for attention, begging for affection, Abigail felt Edward's hardened cock press against her sex, separate her delicate folds of skin, and slide along her warm silkiness to tease her. Languidly and wantonly, Abigail draped her long legs around her brother's waist, pressed and rubbed her sex against him, pleading for him to claim her. &nbsp;“Oh please, Edward.” Abby breathed out, and raked her fingers along his shoulders and biceps; the skin reddened, and she purred with excitement.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>27-12-2007, 21:39:05</strong>
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				He chuckled as she spoke her prerogative as a woman and leaned up to kiss her lips. 'You are quite excelled at your duties than dear girl.....as you have tormented me this day without ceasing." And he tormented her all that more, groaning softly as his sensitive underside was rubbed against her heat....and he was gratified that she was obviously in need....and at the same time that she was not the only one doing the tormenting. <br><br>but alas when she begged him to satisfy her.....well he'd rarely been ever to say no to her. And this was no exception. And with that he pushed against her shoulders and moved back, using one arm to hold her up and the other to position his erection at her entrance. And he did nothing for a few seconds....letting her mind go over what was about to happen, letting her envision it...letting her want it. And he knew this few seconds of nothing would torment her all the more. <br><br>And finally his need overcame his want to tease her...and he slowly pushed into her....inch by inch....letting her feel him....letting her savor it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-12-2007, 14:09:13</strong>
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				On hearing her brother's words, on feeling his lips warm against hers, Abby could only smile into the kiss responding with need, with hunger, and playful she murmured against him. &nbsp;“I've always strode to be the best in everything.” An airy laugh, one that was velvety, and one that sensually caressed the fracture of air between them, between their lean warm bodies, came from her lips before she sighed. She then tilted her head back to expose her slender neck when his sex bobbed against her, stroked her, and teased her. It only made Abby beg him, and she whimpered, and pleaded with her brother when she no longer could tolerate it. As he snugly, and firmly nestled Abby against the wall, as he dearly held her, she stared into his handsome chiselled face. &nbsp;“Please, Eddie, no more teasing.” She softly whispered, her voice seductive, alluring, as she sought to kiss and suck on his lower lip as her young naked body writhed and rubbed against his, savouring the moment of blissfulness, and future ecstasy. <br><br>Abby then felt the swollen head of Edward's member press into her. Slowly, inch by inch, Eddie buried his manhood into Abby's warm tight silky sheath; easily he stretched her with his thickness and she wriggled her pelvis against him. Her muscles clutched at him, milked him, and a sultry smile adorned her almost girlish face. &nbsp;“Oh gods, yes,” Abby murmured, and locked her ankles together as her legs firmly wrapped around Edward's waist with an ease of grace. It was then that she braced herself for a hard ride; unless he was unfaithful to Samantha, theoretically Edward had not known the pleasures of the flesh for years.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>29-12-2007, 02:22:59</strong>
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				He had been faithful to the bitch, the betrayal having been one sided. So he had been without a women for about four years. The last time being with Samantha right before his deployment. So feeling his sisters silken sheath around his manhood was wonderful. It felt perfect, she was tight....warm....and obviously ready. It was all he could do not to start pounding into her the moment he entered her. But he managed a inhuman amount of control...to sheath himself completely once just to feel it...just to savor the connection of their two bodies.....<br><br>He looked her in the eye for one moment of bliss, his eyes alight with the feeling of sexual peak...of enjoyment. Than she'd feel his body tense....his hands grip her body forcefully. She'd know what was coming. He closed his eyes as he slipped nearly out of her, before pushing himself hard back in. He soon set a rhythm, a jackhammering pace. He'd been without this far too long. Despite the moment of control before.....he had his needs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-12-2007, 06:21:41</strong>
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				Abby and Edward stared into each other's eyes for a moment, one which needed to be shared, one that mirrored lust and desire, one that mirrored emotions, conflicts of the heart, and the soul. Both knew that society damned their behaviour, and yet, the attraction between the two was indescribably blissful. Seconds passed, and Abby felt her brother's body tense; her slender limbs, her arms, draped tightly around his well roped neck and torso to dearly cling to him. As he began to thrust deeply within her, as his sexual appetite thirsted to be quenched, to be fulfilled, Eddie set a pace, a rhythm to sate his needs: it was hard, quick, and it made Abby nip her bottom lip as she felt her youthful taut muscles fully stretch and tighten around her brother's throbbing shaft. <br><br>Breathing heavily, panting, the sound velvety and sweet against Eddie's ear, Abby wiggled and squirmed against him, and eagerly welcomed him into her body. &nbsp;“Oh, baby, fuck me as hard and long as you want to, as you need to,” Abby whispered, her words caressing his ear before she sucked on his earlobe and raked her short nails across his shoulders and down his back. She moaned with sweet delight, and hungrily Abby sought his lips, and deeply kissed him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 00:46:00</strong>
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				Edward heard her sweet sounds of sexual bliss. The panting, her moaning....the small secret little squeals of delight. Those things a man cannot stand to ignore....the sounds of a man doing his job right. And hearing those sounds put into words, to hear her tell him he could use her as long as he wished this eve...well. He was not going to pass on that. Not that the words had needed to be said....after all...he had been really needy. he felt her lips seek his own, and he sheathed himself in her hard...pushing her against the wall with the savage thrust. Than he concentrated a few seconds to conquer her mouth...his tongue dueling with her own as he tasted her.....<br><br>But as lovely a distraction as her lips served he was a guy. And their focus during sex rarely is from the neck up....he growled and gripped her hips with his powerful hands and began to thrust once more, fucking her hard and deep. In the moment he even felt his hand smack against her ass.....he was in the moment in the mood. And she could tell that he was now a man who took charge, who led...who dominated....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 01:29:53</strong>
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				The kiss was met with a hunger, a need, and the passion held within it left Abigail breathless, and wanton; his thrusting, the quest to bury himself deep within her tight and almost virginal passage made Abigail squirm against the cold hard wall, and squirm against Edward's member. She let her delicately slip from her brother, and they roamed over her own breasts, teasing herself, caressing the pale white orbs, pinching and rolling her nipples with her forefinger and thumb. Only then did she cry out, her voice echoing pleasure with a hint of pain as a well delivered slap was placed on her supple skin, not quite her thigh nor her bottom, but the sultry exquisite curve where the leg and buttock meet, and where the skin seemed to be the most sensitive. The slap made her buck hard against Edward, grind herself against him so that her warm damp sex was thoroughly being tickled by his curly dark hairs. It made her wrinkle her small nose and slap her brother's chest; her hand was limp against the thickness of his tanned pec muscles, and she clawed at his gorgeous skin. &nbsp;“Oh, do behave Edward!” She breathed out, writhing against him, a slight sheen to her lithe body. &nbsp;“There'll be plenty of time to spank me later. Now, fuck me.” She demanded, meeting his gaze, his stare, and smiling at him, she leaned forward closing the slight gap between them. She sucked on his earlobe, teasing him with it, and her velvety breaths that caressed it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 01:37:40</strong>
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				His eyes watched her chest most pointedly as she played with herself, his hunger not being helped at all with the sight of her torturing her own chest as it were. he growled low in his throat and knew that this one time would not be enough. And he could only smile as she cried out as he smacked her ass...and moan as she bucked into him...making one of his thrusts particularly deep. He shivered from the feeling and was merely distracted as she slapped his chest. She'd have to work pretty hard to injure him with her hands...and in his current mood that slap felt much like a pinch...and he barely felt it. "Better promise that girl....I like a girl over my lap...." <br><br>He didn't mind following her instructions....this time. He didn't know if she was on birth control...so he knew he'd have to pull out before his orgasm..a pity. But a thing to be careful about. He pushed his chest against her so that his body molded against hers as much as he could before he started to fuck her again....his throaty groan heard loud in the room...."abbby....." It sounded like a strangled cry.....the good kind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 02:34:22</strong>
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				Her hands, small and thin, delicate, glided over Edward's shoulders, his biceps, and his upper back; the touch was savoured by Abigail, and burned into her memory, forever. Cradled against her brother, moulded as one being, joined as one, they rhythmically rocked their hips fucking. Her ragged breathing was accompanied by silky sighs and whimpers as she basked in the pleasure that they found in one another, something forbidden yet pleasurable, something well wanted and perhaps needed at the time. As Edward whispered her name, a raspy exotic sound that caressed every inch of her, that crawled over her skin, that enveloped her and filled the room with a low murmur, Abby sensually licked his cheek and caught a droplet of his sweat on the tip of her tongue. She purred and squirmed impossibly closer to Edward, enfolding him to her. &nbsp;“You're absolutely delicious, Eddie,” Abigail breathed out, and nipped his earlobe, marking him. &nbsp;“And please, inside of me, please, Eddie. I want you to fully enjoy yourself.” &nbsp;The words were rushed as Abigail sensed her brother's release to be soon, and purposely, she tightened her sleek muscles around his shaft, gripping him, and milking him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>02-01-2008, 05:56:57</strong>
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				The forbidden fruit, something unequaled in its beauty...and something that is hard to resist. This summed up his little sister perfectly. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, pounding her into a wall with this reckless abandon. He heard her words with crystal clarity, and it made him smile as he fucked her. He was delicious....perhaps she wasn't the only forbidden fruit. And than she offered to let him cum inside of her....so that he might enjoy it more.....he wondered if she wanted him to cum in her too......for her own enjoyment? He pondered the thought as he moaned deep, feeling her tighten&nbsp; around him.....dammit...<br><br>He knew this would not last much longer, his need was far to great..and she was not making it easy. Edward let loose a low growl and she'd feel a change of his pace, it growing slower as far as speed, but harder in terms of power. Each one a deep savage thrust, burying himself completely in her each time. The wall actually groaning with each thrust. It would hurt a little...but it would feel good too....and after several of these thrusts he lets loose a loud growl...and her name as he cums deep in her....
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 04:32:26</strong>
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				Abigail felt herself bang against the wall with each slow rough vigorous thrust that Edward blessed her with; a picture fell, the glass shattering on the floor as her brother grunted and groaned with pleasure, with delight. The penetration, the sensation of her small tight opening stretching to fit him, to fill her, was exquisite, but too, pain accompanied it as her cervix was hungrily greeted. It made Abigail whimper and sigh, and as her brother climaxed, her muscles tightened around his manhood, gently squeezed and gripped him, milked him. Only afterwards did the young slip of a woman rest limply against Edward, panting, light headed, and in awe of him.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh god, Eddie,” Abby breathed out close to his ear as she still clung to him; the wetness inside her, her fluids, his cum, drenched her. &nbsp;“Please tell me that was four years pent up because that was one hell of a hard ride.” Abby whispered and met his gaze with a sultry look. &nbsp;“And the best one I've ever had.” She leaned in to kiss him then, deeply, passionately and with a hunger, a craving for more...and yet it had to be the last. The only and the last.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 08:10:25</strong>
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				His head rested against the wall after his orgasm...overwhelmed by the pent up expression of 4 years of denial. He was breathing hard, his exertion having been true. He hadn't held back...his sister had been the focus of a very intense few minutes of fucking...and her words echoed that....and he felt no satisfaction in knowing he outdid her boyfriend. And felt the irony of knowing he had outperformed the person he'd learned from. But she'd never know of that unless le prick told her.....<br><br>He brought his head off the wall and greeted her sultry gaze with a predatory one of his own, and she could see that despite her thoughts he would not lay rest to the notion of bedding her again. Even if he didn't speak it aloud. He merely kissed her back against the wall, still able to stand. Barely. For the moment his weight was against her against the wall so he didn't lose his balance. He broke the kiss for a breath and let loose a groan...."You were the best Ive ever had too....." And that was the honest truth. By the time he'd had Sam she'd been fucked so many times she might as well been a porn star...and despite the fact Abby was not a virgin....she had almost felt like one. He shivered with the memory as he hugged his baby sister fondly...pulling her off the wall and heading to his bed. Be damned if she was leaving this room without a cuddling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-01-2008, 23:42:32</strong>
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				Abby almost felt frail, something beyond delicate, something that she was not used to, and limply she clung to Edward as he carried her to his bed, and there she easily dropped, and fell into comfort. The blue and tanned striped linens, a cool cotton blend, pooled around her youthful form readily welcoming her, embracing her. The girl slid over, and buried herself under the sheets and watched Edward settle beside her; she nestled against him, using his shoulder as a pillow, and she half draped herself across him to snuggle. At least she hoped that was the point of Edward bringing her to his bed afterwards, a cuddle, a short snuggle, and then they'd depart as if nothing happened...he hadn't kicked her out, and so it was a good conclusion to the thought.<br><br>In silence, Abby rested with Edward; she heard his heart rapidly beating trying to slow after his release, after the hard vigorous fucking, as well as his breathing: it echoed her own. As she was drifting into a slumberous state, not truly knowing what to say to her brother, her hand lazily began to caress him, slide over his taut well defined abs, and lower so that she teased his dark curly hairs. &nbsp;“Edward, we are so very bad.” She finally murmured, kissed his chest and then looked at him. &nbsp;“I had thought of asking Uncle George to give me a smacking for having sexual feelings for you hoping that it would rid me of them, but I never did ask, and maybe I should have although that may have lead to other things too.” She frowned at the idea of Uncle George molesting her. &nbsp;“I feel a bit guilty about this, Eddie, and yet, I want more. What are we to do?” He always had the answers and solutions for her and her problems and difficulties, and this time Abby hoped for the same, yet she had a feeling that Eddie didn't. It was unsettling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>05-01-2008, 03:23:51</strong>
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				Edward smiled and put his arms over his sisters body, hugging her to him fondly as she rested on him...the sight of her pale body on his tanned was unsettling....nothing about this seemed right. And yet it felt right. It was very infuriating. And to hear her admit what she'd almost done made him feel a tad more angry at the world. She'd would have likely been raped by that bastard. And yet was he much better? He frowned at the thought. "I'm doubtful it would have done a thing as far as you and me are concerned. Would have merely made his day." Da had often said to trust your instincts over your head, and this time as in many Abby's instincts were right. He didn't know what to do, he wanted this more than he had wanted anything in a long time......at first he'd wondered if this was a kneejerk reaction to loosing Sam. But the more he looked at her the more he knew it wasn't. He loved her far more than a brother ought......"Baby girl....." He had yet to use his private nickname for her, and the fact he did would point to the fact what he was about to say was profound...."....I'm at more of a loss than you are. Part of me wants to push you under the covers to please me some more, another part wants to throw you out, and another wants to keep you in this bed tonight and be damned the world. I don't know what to do..." And that was a bit more unsettling than what he had done a few minutes before.<br><br>He pulled his sister up his body a bit and snuggled into her, his strong arms holding her body to him. He didn't want to loose this moment...or let her go....and most of all. He didn't want her to leave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>05-01-2008, 18:13:30</strong>
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				<em>Baby girl.</em> <br><br>The two words tugged at Abby. It drew her attention to Eddie, and she propped herself on him to gaze at his slumbering languid form, to watch him talk, her warm breasts caressed his chest, and lightly moulded to his body. The words he spoke mirrored her own thoughts and feelings; puzzling it was. She didn't truly want to leave Edward's bed, and she would have been irritated if he turned her away, put her out of&nbsp; his room, and too, there was an admittance to wanting her further for his own pleasure. <br><br>Abigail said nothing. She did not know what to say, and so saying nothing seemed to be the right choice. Instead, Eddie pulled Abby closer to him, cradled her in his arms, and the warmth of him, the smell of him, was comforting. Her hands, she let them roam over him, explore him, his muscles: the biceps, pecs, abs, and on further&nbsp; thinking of his words, Abby softly laughed and swatted at him. &nbsp;“And for your pleasure only? Selfish bastard.” Abby mumbled, and nestled herself securely against Edward so that his one leg was between hers. She playfully rubbed and ground her wet warm sex against his thigh, teasing herself, teasing him, and not at all did it help the situation. Abby didn't think that she cared any more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 21:50:04</strong>
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				Edward shook his head as she said those words. "You know damn well better than that sis." He was not selfish, and would give as well as he got. And she knew it. He felt her start to rub her sex against his leg and he grabbed her butt forcefully to stop it. He was getting hard again and didn't want any more blood going away from his brain....last thing he needed was his hormones talking....not that he had much control in that department with her on him. He sighed softly and held her still, the power of his arms making it very hard, if not impossible to move as she had before. <br><br>"Honestly, The only way I see us not fucking again is me leaving home.....regardless of your opinion that it won't happen again....but the question is..." He didn't finish it. She'd know the finishing thought, did she want it to stop? She had said she was doing this only one time....yet here she was still in his bed....teasing him.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 22:56:35</strong>
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				Abigail felt the strength of Edward's hand on her shapely bottom, grasping her there, and he held her firmly in place so that she could no longer move or wiggle. Obediently, she stilled herself and listened to him, her eyes focused on his as he spoke although if he were to look at her, the slightest of pouts had formed on her lips. Then he had the nerve of speaking of leaving, and it stung Abigail: when he had left, she had greatly missed him, cried uncontrollably at times as she worried for him, for his safety. Four years she prayed to God for him to be home safe and sound, and only to leave again. It wasn't fair, and being the girl she was, she lashed out at Edward where it would hurt him emotionally.<br><br>&nbsp;“Peter is taking me to Paris later on in the week, a romantic get away,” She breathed out, and smiled. &nbsp;“And to save you the trouble of looking for a flat, or sleeping on a wee sofa at a mate's house, I'll move in with him. He won't mind, and neither will Mum because she thinks he's going to propose to me. It solves all of our problems for now, and too, you'll only upset her if you leave.” Abby suggested, her voice smooth and calm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 23:06:07</strong>
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				When she stilled he smiled to himself, when she spoke however he stilled. A frown graced his lips, and anger flared to life in his eyes. He looked at her pointedly, and she'd probably realize that he was a very dangerous guy in his own right now. "You will do no such thing. Do I make myself clear..." He spoke with more authority that Da ever had. He had his reasons. Peter was known to get more and more uninhibited the further a girl was under his spell. And moving in with him would send a very bad message. He'd think she was his for whatever, and that man had some kinks that Edward despised. And he would force them on his baby sister.....<br><br>On the flipside he knew that his approach might incite rebellion in her. Make her want to move to prove that he didn't control her life. Dammit. He moved his hands to her face and brought her closer to him, his voice and eyes softend..."Promise me Abby...." His demeanor changed in a instant and his concern was obvious
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>09-01-2008, 23:46:30</strong>
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				Abby smiled, one that was wickedly devilish, and shook her head. There was no deal. They would either live together in the same house, and resist temptation or not, and carry on with life, or he would depart as would she; Peter could not possibly harm her any more then what he had emotionally. &nbsp;“You choose to leave, and I will or you chose to stay and will I too, and we will either resist fucking or indulge in it. It's really your decision, Edward.” Abby said, standing her ground, but she leaned in close to him, near his ear, sucked on the lobe for a moment. &nbsp;“Please make the right decision, Eddie, and if anything so that you can punish me for being a little bitch to you.” She breathed into his ear, and traced the appendage with the tip of her tongue. Her behaviour in itself would denote her decision on wanting him; their first time was just a morsel into the indulgence and pleasure that rested within them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 01:17:05</strong>
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				Her brother closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat, whether from the decision he had to make or because she was sucking his earlobe remained unclear. He would not let her go to Peters.....she either knew this and was using it to keep him here....he tried to think of another alternative but couldn't. He played his hand and she'd countered perfectly. "Punish you indeed..." He managed to say in a growl, she was not leaving him many alternatives. He leaned up in bed and sighed, she now in his lap as he looked over his body....despite himself thinking of all the things he could do to her. Dammit...."Fine......." He mumbled, conceding her victory. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it would be soon time for the family dinner seeing as the relatives were here. And he knew both of them would need a shower......he had to wonder if she'd let him take a cold shower in peace or sneak in to torment him further....he wasn't quite sure which he would prefer. <br><br>He slid her from his lap and walked to the window, the setting sun setting a remarkable view as his body was framed by the sun. He placed his head on the window frame and closed his eyes, only to be tormented with the sight of her pleasure racked face....."Baby girl..." He said in a tormented voice....dammit why did she all of a sudden have to be the one with no doubts....fuck it. "...you better be hungry after dinner...." He sent her a look the promised she'd be behind locked doors this evening...before grabbing a towel and escaping to take another cold shower......
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 03:34:37</strong>
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				Abigail had the most satisfied elated expression on her face, one that was usually reserved for either a field hockey or football victory, and with Edward admitting to defeat, it became smug as well. She giggled at him. &nbsp;“I have room for sweets always, Eddie.” She whispered, and watched her brother leave to take another shower; the open door allowed Abby to hear the chatting and laughter from the women, and the scent of roast quail drift upstairs to entice her. All the same, the girl curled up in the warmth of the sheets, pulled the blankets tight around her and closed her eyes from the physical exhaustion of sex. She had never meant to fall asleep, but she did, deeply and peacefully in her brother's bed for the remainder of his shower.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 04:10:23</strong>
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				He took the cold shower in blissful quiet, allowed to clean away anything that might give him away. He wasn't really worried about it....but for some reason the shower made him feel less guilty. He finished quickly and shut the shower off, opening the glass door and grabbing the towel. Drying himself off quickly. Than he tied it around his waist and walked out of the bathroom and straight to his room. He looked to the sleeping girl on his bed and smiled, he just couldn't help himself. <br><br>Walking over he took the towel off himself and twirled it into a whip, than he exposed her lovely buttocks as a target. He took a step back and let the towel fly....letting his sister wake up in a way she hadn't in a while...when he was younger he used to pester her like this all the time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 05:17:43</strong>
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				Abigail bolted awake, and her hand immediate touched the curve of her bare bottom. Her skin was heated in one area, almost burning, and she shifted to try and peer at herself not noticing Eddie standing on the other side with a towel twisted into a thinner cotton rope. Movement caught her eye, and she was startled to see him. &nbsp;“For Christ's sake, Eddie!” Abby hissed out, and threw a pillow at him, &nbsp;“You scared me witless!” She tugged the sheets up and looked at him, at the bit of wetness that still clung to his skin, that curved and hugged his form, water that he missed from towelling off in the shower. He wore it well, and a smile appeared on her lips as she searched his gorgeous muscular body for more forgotten traces of water.&nbsp; She suddenly realized what she was doing and wrinkled her nose as well as her brow, and sighing she sat upright. <br><br>Perhaps, she thought, moving in with Peter may be for the best, and yet she wanted out of the relationship. She then wondered if incest was genetic. &nbsp;“Maybe you should get your own flat.” The statement came from nowhere in particular, yet not surprising considering their previous argument or disagreement. Her eyes met those of her brother, and she gave him a weak smile. &nbsp;“I don't want to be like Uncle George, and as much as I loved you fucking me, I just don't want to be like him. Do you? Is that what you and I are going to be like when we are old? Like those dysfunctional melons downstairs?” She whispered and slipped off the bed to close and lock his bedroom door.&nbsp; &nbsp;“It's a frightening thought.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 05:37:26</strong>
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				He threw the towel down and let loose a curse that was most unlike him. "Dammit Abby, we can't keep playing this seesaw. We either are or we are not. I've had my fair of conscience attacks since this began. And so have you. And we know where that ended up." With that he pointed to the wall where she had been fucked quite compellingly. "If we end up like that I'll be annoyed, however there is one big difference. Number one here there is a mutual attraction, And secondly the age is at least near the same. If we were like them we might try and fuck a 4 year old. That man has been after you since you were 12 Abby...." He sighed deeply, and than felt compelled to say what she had only 20 minutes before.&nbsp; “You choose to leave, and I will or you chose to stay and will I too, and we will either resist fucking or indulge in it. It's really your decision...." He looked at her as he changed the last word...."Abby..." <br><br>He walked to his dresser and pulled on a pair of boxers, than moved to another to find pants and a shirt. And while he was pulling them on felt on thought run through his head......."You know...I probably should spank you or some such. You've been pulling on my chain and I am getting damn tired of it....." He knew that if he did it would have one of two consequences. She'd either straighten out, or run away....not much different than now.....he tucked in his shirt and sat on the bed...giving her a look that was a tad annoyed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 06:13:12</strong>
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				Abby was livid on hearing her own words used against her, something her mother was keen on doing, and although Eddie had valid points regarding mutual attraction, love, and the differences of them and Uncle George, it irked her that he more or less called her a cock tease. Her mouth slackened, and her jaw fell agape, but more so at the threat of a spanking. He said it in a tone that made her uncertain if he was joking or not, and it made her sniffle with annoyance forgetting that earlier in the day she promised he could. It was long forgotten in the heat of the moment. She closed her mouth, the lips forming a perfect adorable pout, and Abby folded her arms around her thin bare torso and watched her brother dress. &nbsp;“You are the older sibling, Edward. You should have demonstrated some control or whatever the hell the army teaches you.” She blurted out, a little angry, a little childish, and she watched him sort through his drawer looking for the perfect pair of socks. All he could find were long tube socks with grey and orange striped tops that looked as if they were from the 80s. &nbsp;“Steal a pair from Da.” Abby suggested, her brow wrinkling in disgust of her mother's habitual need to buy clothing on sale or more accurately, in a bargain bin. It was exasperating for Abigail.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 06:23:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward sighs as he puts the socks back and looks to his little sister. "If you don't remember Abby it's not like I didn't try." He closed the drawer and decided he didn't need shoes for dinner. He stood and walked over to her, quite aware of her nudity. He took her hand inbetween his and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. "If you are serious I will respect it to the best of my ability....however...I'd admit I was looking forward to after dinner...."<br><br>He let her hand go and heard their parents call them for dinner. If they didn't get down soon dad, or worse their uncle, would be sent after them. He knew he didn't have to tell her that he'd never force her, never purposely hurt her...this was for their mutual enjoyment......<br><br>What he didn't know was at dinner they'd be thrown together for a week.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 18:27:38</strong>
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				She looked at her brother, and she could only smile when he kissed her hand; always, he was gentle with her, tried to be, and that she knew and understood. &nbsp;“As much as I can say it is society's norm, that we should not be attracted to one another and certainly not have intimate relations, and say the hell with it, it is harder to do. I feel torn, and I know you must, and have expressed as much. I thought that the sex, the blow job or whatever it was going to be would actually end these feelings that I have for you, but it just complicated it. I'm sorry for being a bit of a tease, and maybe going to Paris will be a good thing although it just prolongs my break up with Peter. I can't very well break up with him after he takes me there.” She sighed, looking down between them as she heard their parents bellowing for them, calling them down for dinner; he was in his boxers, and she completely naked with ribbons of their fluids slowly streaming down her leg. She should have showered, she thought. &nbsp;“Given time I'll know if it is right or not.” She murmured, and was startled when there was a knock on the door, and her eyes grew wide.<br><br>&nbsp;“Eddie, darling,” Their mother chirped out, &nbsp;“Samantha is on the phone. She wants to speak with you, darling.”<br><br>In no time, Abby slipped the towel her brother discarded around her thin body, and tugged her hair into a pony tail; a hair elastic she always wore around her wrist for those moments of hair exasperation. Just as she did, just as she sat on the bed looking as innocent and bored as she could, the door opened. At first, their mum looked at Abby, and then she handed the portable phone to Edward. &nbsp;“Abby, give your brother some privacy.” She whispered, ushering her out, leaving Edward to talk with Sam. &nbsp;“And honestly, if you are going to be that concerned of George seeing that skinny body of yours, just stay at Peter's or move into Eddie's room and share his, but give Sam and him time alone in there.” Abby was lectured, and dragged out into the hall, and shooed to her room to get dressed for the evening meal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 19:28:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she replied he smiled, at least she hadn't set down any ultimatums....that left him some hope. The fact she was going to Paris didn't exactly thrill him. But one must take the good with the bad....he didn't reply as he looked at the door. A tad amused with his mother right at that moment. He never feared honestly, their mother was quite dim witted.....well not quite that. She simply saw what she wanted to see. And in this case it was Abby being a bother to him. He took the phone from his mother and gave his sister a smile. Kindof wishing she could stay...he suspected he be tearing into Sam, and Abby would have enjoyed that. <br><br>He left the phone on the dresser for a bit as he pulled on some pants and a shirt, wanting her to wait her damn turn. She had annoyed him enough to the point he was going to be rude. If she wanted to talk she could wait. Once he had his shirt tucked in he grabbed the phone and put it to his ear. <br><br>"What is it Samantha." He always used her full name when he was mad or annoyed with her, she despised it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 19:42:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward could hear a bit of a sniffle from Samantha's line as she struggled to breath properly. &nbsp;“Tisk tisk, Ed.” Samantha said, her voice not quite the same, and more than likely because of the broken nose. Deliberately, she used the word “Ed” instead of&nbsp; the names he preferred, and she could have used worse. &nbsp;“It might be wise if you were nicer to me, Ed, after all, I'm standing in the hall of the local police station debating on pressing charges against that beastly bitch you call a sister.” A smug smile toyed over her heavily painted lips that Edward could not see. She decided to let that information settle into his thick skull for a moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 19:48:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward chuckled over the line, obviously she did not know who she was dealing with anymore. "Samantha, you do that and I promise you 3 things. One, it will be dismissed. I'm SAS now, and I'm willing to flew some muscle to have some charges go away. And most police admire us just a tad. 2. I will be sorry tempted not to reveal your sordid pass to your bosses, granted that might make them want to fuck you...in particular with the video I have. and 3....I will personally come and persuade you otherwise...and I am not above certain things now...." He'd done some distasteful things...and his voice made it clear he'd do it again to protect his sister. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 20:49:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha paused. She already had slept with her boss and his wife while Eddie was overseas. It was how she got her breast implants. She then laughed as she played with her mobile. &nbsp;“Your bribes don't work that far, boy.” Samantha sniped out and chuckled, sending him a file on his mobile. &nbsp;“Now, if you are not civil, and give me what I'm asking for, Ed, not only will your sister have charges pressed, but she'll have her own fan club for being a net porn star. Check your files on the mobile, boy. A little piece I found at Peter's by mistake. God, the man loves fucking her ass as you can tell.” Samantha paused, letting the information be sent to Eddie so that he could see the images from Peter's web cam. Sam doubted that Abby even knew. She looked too natural in front of the camera to have known. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 21:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eddie went stone hard as she watched the file....dammit Abby......he sighed and knew that she had him by the balls. he didn't give a damn about himself. But he do anything for his sister....obviously. He shoved that thought of his head and flicked a switch on the wireless to make sure that nobody could get on the phone. "Alright Sam what the hell do you want..." He was pissed, and one way or the other Sam was going to pay. You did not mess with a SAS officer, and you damn well left his family alone.....<br><br>He was already taking off his causal clothes and pulling on black pants and shirt. He got the feeling he wasn't staying to eat dinner. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 21:44:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam was confused by the question and shook her head for a moment.<em>Was he stupid?</em> She thought she trained him better than that. “My nose is broken. I want you to pay for the surgery, the costs, to repair it. My face is to gorgeous to have a crooked nose.”&nbsp; She flatly said, and smiled at the one constable as he walked by, the dark uniform on him fitted rather well. She licked her lips. &nbsp;"Pay up, a few thousand pounds, that is all, and no charges will be pressed, and well, the video will be a bit of security for me."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 23:06:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No he wasn't stupid...and that video and those few thousand pounds wouldn't be a problem. He would delete that video, and she wouldn't get her money. And after the surgery she'd have no proof that Abby had done a thing. "Fine. Forward the bill to me...." He hung up on her and grabbed his gun. He had to hurry. He walked out and ignored his family running to his car and firing it up. Than he got on the street and roared for the police station....if he knew her he'd find her flirting with a officer.....<br><br>He got to the police station and parked next to her car, he'd wait for her. Take her phone, delete the video, go to her home and delete all files off her computer. Than she wouldn't have a damn thing. He'd spend the money on her damn nose to get her out of his life. But he'd be damned if she held a thing over his, or his sister's, head. He pulled on some gloves and leaned against her car.....She'd learn to leave them alone the hard way....as another would soon...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>10-01-2008, 23:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail had just finished dressing into a pair of jeans, those that hugged her hips, those that exposed a flash of her waist band to the little g-string she wore, and the almost transparent flimsy shirt exposed her flat belly; she was rounding the corner at the bottom of the stairs when Edward soared down the flight and almost knocked her over. She ducked underneath his well muscled arm, and gave him a peculiar look; wine glasses were held in her hand, dirty ones that she was gathering up from the front room which was requested by their mum. The older woman, too, had seen Edward leave, dash out the front door without a word, and her lips puckered up.<br><br>&nbsp;“What the devil has gotten into him?” Their mum flung the door open, and saw him drive off. Fruitlessly, she yelled after him. &nbsp;“Eddie!? Eddie?!” The words were slurred, slightly, and she had a neighbour apparently look at her. <br><br>“Can I have his quail?” Abby asked, and she received a sound sharp slap to her backside as her mother stalked by her, and fanned Abby her into the kitchen with her arms before she escaped the gaggle of grown ups.<br><br>&nbsp;“No, lady! Now hurry along. We'll just eat without him, and he'll warm up his own damned meal.” She said, and smiled as she saw Aunt Betty open another bottle of wine. The cork made a loud pop, and she went into a fit of giggles. Abby rolled her eyes, and she received another slap that made Uncle George smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 00:06:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward sighed as he waited for her to show up out of the police station, but he could do something in the meantime. Something that he might get in trouble for as he wasn't supposed to use his authority this way...but be damned. He called his base and had them transfer him to the phone company that he knew Samantha used, than he had them check for the number of times she'd sent the particular file he'd been sent. He was glad to hear she'd only sent it once. He than instructed them after assuring them through his ID that he was a SAS Anti-Terrorist specialist, and had her phone account shut down. She wouldn't be sending it that way anymore. He'd need to still delete the file off her phone, and he needed her here to do that. Than to her house...and than to Peters....he wanted to tie up all the loose ends. <br><br>So here at her car he still waited....wondering perversely if she were being fucked by some cop or blowing one right now....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 00:24:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha was angry when she left the building. The constable had asked her out, something simple like a drink, but his fellow mates were going to The Fox &amp; Feather, the pub Peter managed, and although Constable Lennox declined, Samantha heard grumblings between the men regarding a perky wench named Abby. It put her in a foul mood, and she almost changed her mind about pressing charges, but she succeeded in worming a few thousand from Eddie. That was good enough. &nbsp;“For now.” She mumbled to herself and had a laugh, but as she walked to her car, the smiles disappeared when she saw Edward Fleming.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 00:40:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward smirked and easily came off her car, walking to her and crossing his arms. He decidedly looked unhappy. "I'll pay for that nose, But the couple of thousand and Abby's video are not going to do what you thought. You are going to give me your phone and I am going to delete everything on it. Dont worry your service is cancelled anyway. Furthermore we are going to your place where I will delete the video there. Don't scream for help, or you'll spend a night in the jail too. Your choice." He was mad....she had pushed him the wrong way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 01:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha glared at him, barely recalling his temper for so seldom did he show that side of himself to her, it being meted and sweetened often by seduction leading to sex. She now didn't know what to expect, and so she stood before him with her keys in hand ready fuming with anger. &nbsp;“You will use that money for my nose, Edward.” Sam snapped out at him and unlocked her car, deliberately walking in a straight line to her car door which meant tramping on Edward's foot. Her heel dug into his shoe. &nbsp;“Besides, I'm not the only one with a copy, and knowing Peter, he's a few.” She turned to smirk at him. &nbsp;“The girl does something to him, and if rumour is true, if that one incident is fact, he may just actually marry your sister after seeing her through that. Wow. Peter and Edward as brothers. You used to talk about yourselves like that, like you were siblings, but I bet you hate him now. Fucking her all the time.” She opened the door, perhaps silently cursing that she said too much. She didn't care anymore. She'd get her money for her new nose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 01:46:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A growl escaped his throat and seemingly by his own mind his hand was around her wrist, his grasp tight. "I do not go back on my word. I said I'd pay for that nose and I will. Abby lost her temper. Fine. But that extra money is not going to be yours, nor is that video." He was tired of wasting time with her, and he searched her person and than her purse for the phone if it wasn't on her. He had used to be so gentle, it had annoyed her than. And now he was masculine, rough, powerful. And it was being used against her...not in her....as it were. He found the phone deleted what needed to be and gave it back so she could reactivate it. "If I hear from you again after this I'll make your life hell Samantha. I despise you and curse the day I met you." He was going to go on and say what he had planned for them, but she'd just twist it and anger him further. He let her wrist go and let her go. Ignoring her comment about Peter and Abby. The fact that they were so well known bothered him. And he knew that since he was upset about it...well that would turn Peter on. Fuck it all. <br><br>He got in his car and raced to Samantha's house. Not wanting her to call the cops and ruin a raid as it were. He picked her door and went inside. He was angry enough that instead of hacking her computer he simply opened it up and stole her hard drive, and her flash drives to make sure. Than he grabbed all the CD's he could find. He was sorely tempted to burn the place, but he highly doubted that she was tactical minded enough to save copies hidden. His old self would never have done this. Than he left for Peters. <br><br>At Peters place he simply stole the whole computer, than he found all the flash drives and CD's. And to top it off he raided the secret stash of porn and the like he knew Peter kept. Than after that he punched the 52 inch plasma TV on his way out. He knew Peter probably had copies at his work......but he was so mad at the moment he was doing this to feel better. Than he got in his car and drove to the dump....than home..<br><br>It had been several hours since he left...and he came back in a sour mood, he ignored everyone and went upstairs...when his mother came after him and caught him before he went in his room he sighed. "Edward Flemming you better have a damn good excuse for missing dinner, your sister has been eying your quail and I have half a mind to give it to her." He looked at his mom like he had never before, anger pulsing through him. "Mother Sam and I broke up, just go away and leave me alone." He slammed the door behind him and locked it....wanting to be left alone...<br><br>And forgetting he wasn't the only one who knew where he hid his extra key. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 03:21:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the longest time Abigail was stuck alone with her parents and aunt and uncle speaking of idle and inane chit chat. It continued to be that way even after Edward arrived back home, and more than annoyed with her son, Abby was given the quail which she ate with great pleasure. For some odd reason she was quite hungry, had worked up an appetite, and too, still felt exhausted. She ate that quail amongst the whispers and murmurs about the ending of Edward's relationship with Samantha. &nbsp;“I always knew the cheeky cow was not fit for our Eddie, far too good for her.” Their mum piped up to Betty as they washed dishes late into the night. Aunt Betty nodded her head in agreement, and Peter was diligently smoking while lowly telling Abby about the vandalism and theft at his flat.<br><br>&nbsp;“The insurance will replace all that, Peter.” Abby insisted, and swallowed a large gulp of water as she stared at him. He was quite thin, almost gaunt, and she withdrew her touch rather quickly on his arm when she felt barely any muscle. He looked at her oddly, but her mind was quick when she waved her greasy fingers at him. &nbsp;“The quail.” She murmured. &nbsp;“I wouldn't want to ruin your shirt, Peter.”<br><br>Peter crushed out the cigarette and sighed. &nbsp;“Mum,” Peter said, catching Abby's mother in mid sentence. She smiled at him. He had been calling her that more of recent. '<br><br>&nbsp;“Yes, love?” She smiled at her future son-in-law.<br><br>&nbsp;“Would I be able to stay here tonight? Crash in the front room?” Peter asked knowing that the two women overhead his conversation with Abby and his break in, and occasionally voicing their opinions to him.<br><br>&nbsp;“Well of course, darling!” She laughed out, and waved her hand at him rather fondly. &nbsp;“Let me speak to Eddie, and he can give up his bed for the pair of you since he won't be putting it to good use tonight, and he can sleep on the sofa.” Drying her hands, and both Abby and Peter looking mortified as the woman left charging up the front stairs to talk with her son.<br><br>&nbsp;“That was unexpected.” Peter said and lit up a cigarette. Abby thought he looked concern.<br><br>Abby smiled for more than one reason. “She might be in for a surprise reaction from her boy, but then again she may threaten to bring out Mr. Swattums, and that will silence him.” Peter looked confused, and Abby laughed telling him that Mr. Swattums was the name of the paddle their mum used on their backside when she thought it was needed. She had kept Mr. Swattums hanging in the broomcloset as a reminder for both of them to behave. Peter only grinned at Abby and laughed and she kicked him under the table with her foot. &nbsp;“Don't even think of it.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 03:41:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard the knocking on his door, and he opened his eyes from laying on the bed. He was still in a foul mood. He rose from his bed and walked to the door. He unlocked it and saw one of the people he really didn't want to talk too. "Yes Mum?" He managed, looking at her from dark eyes. <br><br>His mother ever observant assumed that he was sad since he no longer was with Sam...and assumed the attitude of a consoling Mother. "Dearest I know you are sad that you are no longer with Sam, But please try and cheer up. My future Son-of-Law is downstairs afterall...and you of all people should be happy that Peter hooked up with Abby...." And she kept droning on about how unproper his attitude was....until she got to her point.....<br><br>And Edward meanwhile was gripping the handle of his door harder and harder, she was that daft? Not only did she assume that Samantha was the cause of his Anger, which was partially true, but she also thought he was happy with Peter.....good grief. "Mother...." He never called her that, and that alone was enough to cause her to raise her eyebrows at him...."I will not let that man in my bedroom, He can sleep on the couch...." When she tried to talk he rose his hand. "No, you have no clue. You do not know whats going on. You assume Peter is a Angel, just as you did with Sam. She was a bitch, a worthless slut that had me baited. I was faithful, she was far from it. And Peter is worse than she ever was. And I'll be damned if I let him in my bed. And if you think you can bully me out of my room I'd suggest you take a closer look at me. Kick me out of the house if you want, but short of that he is not getting in here...goodnight." He shut the door and locked in once more...leaving his Mother speechless.....<br><br>What a grand day. Fucked his sister, used his SAS contacts unofficially and illegally, robbed a person, vandalized his house, and to top it off had just told off his mother......could it get much better....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 06:32:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Uncle George and Aunt Betty had decided to retire just as Abigail saw her Mum enter the kitchen, looking upset, and she waved her hand dismissively at her and Peter. &nbsp;“A bit moody our Army boy is, lovey, and so the sofa it is for you tonight. I'm sorry, dear.” She left it to those words, clear and simple and she too retired. Abby and Peter had been expecting worse, and they looked to one another, and then Peter insisted that Abby make his bed up for him. She did, and without question, and she gave the man a simple peck on the lips before she slipped upstairs to retire for the night. <br><br>While Eddie had been gone, Abigail took up her mother's offer about staying in her brother's room. There was a neat pile of clothing on his one chair that was hers, and regardless of what happened while he was out, she knew that Eddie would not shove her away or so she hoped. Finding the key to his room, Abby unlocked the door, entered and closed the door. <br><br>&nbsp;“I'm surprised that Mr. Swattums is not being wielded by Mum.” Abby said, jokingly, breaking the tension and she sat down near Eddie. She peered up into his face. &nbsp;“Eddie, what's wrong. It's unlike you to upset Mum like that.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 06:38:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was on his bed in his boxers when she appeared. He'd noticed her clothes in the chair and had wondered....oh well. Couldn't be avoided. "Mum is a idiot at times Abby, and after the night I've had I didn't feel like taking her spittle. She knows nothing. By the way. Samantha sent me a little gift." He gestured&nbsp; towards the cell phone on the table, having fully intended to show her the video. She stared in it after all...taking it up the ass like a porn star. He shook his head and waited for her to finish watching it......<br><br>While she did he got up and went over to the door, making sure she locked it. He than leaned against it and carefully watched her reaction. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 07:00:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail looked a little puzzled at his last comment, and as she began to undress for the night, she walked over to table, picked up the mobile, and looked at the video. At first she was in disbelief, hurt that Peter would record them making love, record the first time he penetrated that tight back entrance; Abby thought she looked young in the video, and she needn't bother watching the rest. She knew the grand finale, and she shut the mobile off. In silence she continued to undress, and then she slipped on a nightie. It was really just an old rugby shirt that barely hid the curve of her buttock that met her legs. She slid into the bed, the cool wrinkled sheets greeted her, and she stared at the ceiling. &nbsp;“I feel like rushing downstairs and smacking him upside the head.” Abby smiled and ran her hand through her luxurious mane of hair enjoying the silky feel of it. &nbsp;“It was my first time for that,” Abby whispered. <em>And certainly not the last&nbsp; time</em>. Abby laughed. &nbsp;“And something I didn't really need you to see or Samantha.” Abby propped herself up on her elbow. &nbsp;“And how did Sam know of that? And why send it to you? What's the point?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 07:17:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward closed his eyes as he laid in the bed next to her. He sighed softly and shrugged. "She was just a tad pissed that you broke her nose. She sent that to me to tear at me. And as far as how she got it, do you honestly think Sam and Peter haven't fucked?" A lot of things were becoming annoying clear today.......he sighed deeper and was glad he dumped the computer. He didn't want to know what other firsts the asshole had recorded.....<br><br>He looked over to his sister and was wondering if she liked anal.....ugh. He'd done it with Sam at her behest.....without lube. She was....well not tight<br>She had supposedly taken on a 12 incher sometime. He believed her too. Oh well. Water under the bridge. He did smile about one thing, Peter would be going nuts with abby in bed with another man. Brother or not. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 16:06:41</strong>
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				Abigail had settled to rest on her back, pulling the bed sheets and blankets up over her thin body for warmth when Edward slid into bed beside her. Somehow they felt more like brother and sister now then earlier in the day, but she did not know if it was because Peter was downstairs, or if it was due to the conversation they were having, but all the same, Abby stared at the ceiling.&nbsp; It was plainly painted white, and she could see the tape line of where it should have been muddied more with the plaster before painting. She frowned, but not at the flaw in the ceiling, but at Edward's words. <br><br>She knew he was looking at her, watching her for reactions, and he had the perfect side view of her delicately chiselled face. Abby did smile about Sam's broken nose, but it left when she thought of Peter and Sam together. Somehow it hurt, not because it seemed that whomever Abby would date would be one of Sam's used men, but at the idea that Peter may have been unfaithful to her when she had thought she loved him, had wanted to marry him, and had Peter proposed last month, she would have accepted, yet the last few weeks saw a bit of a change in them and that was, perhaps, due to the knowledge of Edward coming home. They argued plenty about telling him, Peter's temper frightening her at times, but she had only ever received a slap or two which curbed her mouth shut and he usually left.&nbsp; She always found herself crying in his arms later somehow apologizing because it was her fault, and in retrospect, in many incidents it was not. <br><br>&nbsp;“I would hope not while I was with him,” Abby commented and turned her head to look at Edward. His pillow caressed his face, hugged it, and she gave him a serene smile. &nbsp;“Edward,” She whispered, her eyes beginning to tear and her hand sought his underneath the sheets to hold. &nbsp;“there was only one time when Sam was actually nice to me, many months ago before I knew she and Edger were fucking, and I had just started being close with Peter.” Abby looked at the ceiling again. &nbsp;“She was the only one who knew about the baby, her, me and Peter, and she went to Paris with us when we decided to abort.” A tear was wiped away from her cheek, and she stopped talking for a moment until she recalled words that Peter told her months ago in those days. &nbsp;“He promised he'd take me to Paris again, promised to wipe those memories from me with the next time, with romance, and now that he is taking me, I find myself a little lacking in that category. Christ, this family needs therapy of some sort.” She laughed out, and rolled over to curl up to Eddie, seeking comfort in the one memory that seemed to always haunt her. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 18:50:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was glad it was dark enough in the room to hide his eyes. He wouldn't be able to look her in the eye as he thought murderous thoughts towards Peter...the Bastard had gotten her pregnant...and than he was sure pushed her to abort. He'd done it before. He'd told him he never planned to be a dad. It would crimp his style. Edward sighed softly and tightly grasped his sister, willing himself to calm down as not to crush the delicate hand in his own. He put his other arm around her and started to rock her softly. He didn't say nothing, words just wouldn't work right at this second. She was hurting, betrayed....like he had been earlier in the week. So all he could do was offer her any comfort he could. And so he kissed her tears away and hugged her slightly tighter against his body. Her big brother protecting her from the ugly truth beyond those big arms of his. And he spoke not a word of it. He knew any words he said would do more harm than good....<br><br>Only after a&nbsp; few minutes of silence did he dare speak, and he steered the conversation away from her troubles as he always tried to do. He knew what her interests were. And sometimes a person would clutch at something they wanted versus the bleak truth. He hoped the same now. "It's a few months from the championships...still the star player since I left..." He hadn't checked..he still hoped to God she played....otherwise this would backfire. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 19:19:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby's fingers lightly played across her brother's chest, absentmindedly, enjoying the firm thickness of the developed muscle, toned and not bulky. She laughed at his words, a slight but loud cackle, and then a little giggle. &nbsp;“Christ, Eddie,” Abigail murmured as she forgot all the details that letters and phone calls could not endure. &nbsp;“I was suspended from the field hockey season until next year, and I was kicked off of the football team. I missed too many practices around the time of the abortion. I simply told mum and da that I lost interest in it, used Peter as an excuse, and they were pleased at least that I got a job at the Fox &amp; Feather. Of course, Peter gave it to me prior to the abortion, trained me and the like to pull pints.” Abby knew that the news would not further endear Peter to him, but he stopped viewing Peter like a brother the day he came back home. Things were tense between them, and perhaps that was an understatement, but certainly their relationship would never be the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 19:37:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward let loose a annoyed sigh. "Figures..." Was all he was deemed to say on that particular sentiment. He looked at his lovely little sister and wondered if he'd make it through the night with her by his side, he knew sooner or later he'd wake up and realize he was not alone in bed. And men were not exactly at their best half asleep. Neither were women in retrospect. Bother. He let a hand rub her back softly and closed his eyes , resisting to urge to see how much her nightshirt covered. He knew enough that he couldn't see a thing...but temptations were temptations. "He grabbed the cell and deleted the video, erasing it's existence from the world hopefully. As a typical male he wondered if Abby had not done anything with Peter...if their were any sexual firsts for him...and than berated himself seeing as they shouldn't be doing this at all. <br><br>Edward was a very troubled man. But than again.....that made sense. Abby was a troubled girl too....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 20:06:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The softest of sighs came from Abby, almost a purr, as Edward's hand glided across her back and began to rub it. She wiggled closer to him to encourage the soothing strokes which relaxed her, his touch quite differently then Peter's; stronger, warmer, and unknown to her body which felt exquisite. Part of her calmed, and part of her awakened with the touch, the back rub, the thoughts of late afternoon when Edward had her neatly pinned against the wall with his manhood buried into her depths. It did nothing to lull her into a sleep, and had to control her urge to peel off her shirt so that he could fully rub her back, her bare skin, and she parted from his immediate touch. She turned her back to him, a position that Peter took full advantage of, spooning her, wrapping his arms around her, a position in which she loved. It was the sensation of being enveloped and protected by another,&nbsp; and Abigail wiggled against him wanting to feel her brother pressed and formed to her curves as she rested on her side. &nbsp;“Hold me,” Abigail murmured, and closed her eyes, and as she did, as she wondered if Edward would, Abigail's headboard that decorated her bed started to bang against the wall, and both of them could hear their aunt and uncle moan and grunt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 20:14:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If Edward was ever accused of one thing, it would be of being protective of his sister. From boys, their uncle, from troubles she got into....and with that the urge to hold her seemed automatic, and when she asked he complied. His arms came around her and he pulled her to his side, her body forming along his....he knew eventually he'd get aroused, it would be the natural course of things with a girl against him. But for now he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her against him. And knowing that at this moment he protected her from the world....he heard their lovely aunt and uncle get it on and chuckled. "I get the feeling you'll never sleep in that bed again......" He realized how that could have been taken another time and shook his head. He could just see her sneaking into his room for a late night romp if she had been so inclined. but for the moment his words were innocent. <br><br>Not that what he was hearing was anywhere close to innocent from her room. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 20:45:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby nuzzled her back and bare bottom against Edward, absorbing his warmth and enjoying the comfort that he offered her as she bundled the blankets on her and around her. Part of that was the fact that she always felt cold when she slept regardless of the weather, and partially to block out the noise from next door. She wiggled, and accidentally flicked her long silken hair into her brother's face. &nbsp;“They are having old people sex in my bed.” Abby murmured with disgust never thinking that someday she too would be in her forties, that physical need and want did not die in the twenties, and her small nose wrinkled on her face. &nbsp;“Mind you, Eddie, what is worse? Hearing old people sex or not hearing it? Since you've been gone, I have not noticed our parents close at all. Da busies himself away from Mum. It's sort of sad.” Abby mumbled and closed her eyes, knitting her fingers between Edward's and tucking his one arm up and around her chest just underneath her breasts. She relaxed in his hold, and tried to forget most of the world.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 21:11:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was all to aware of her bare bottom...as it was annoying close to his groin.....he sighed softly and tried, honestly tried, to concentrate on the conversation. "I don't know Abby. I let them be most of the time and did what I had to do. School, my girl, he refused to call Samantha by her name anymore...he was still quite bitter, and the military.....it all made me quite independent. Da has always been one to shun people away when they get on his nerves...and I get the feeling mum is worried about something. And when shes worried..." He didn't need to finish that sentence. Their mother did not stay calm in any situation. And she got on Da's nerves when she was annoyed, worried or agitated.....not that he could honestly blame his Da. <br><br>He snuggled into his sister and grunted as his clock fell on his head from the vibrating wall. He growled softly and put the clock back on his headboard...."You'd think they were 20..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 22:32:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby had started to drift into sleep when she heard Edward growl, the minor struggle with the alarm clock, and she giggled into the blankets. &nbsp;“I wouldn't know about being twenty, Eddie,” Abby murmured softly and lazily stretched; her lithe body that was still perfumed with their scent went rigid against him for but a moment before she curled up into a comfortable sideline position. &nbsp;“I've only turned eighteen a few months back and so I'll take your word for it.” She turned her head then and brush her lips across the skin that was delicately close to the corner of his mouth. &nbsp;“Sweet dreams,” she whispered and offered him a smile in the darkened room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>11-01-2008, 23:14:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His wry grin proved that her comment had found favor. Edward kissed her cheek and held her close to him, he than closed his eyes with the comforting smell of their scent...and the annoying sound of their relatives banging in the next room....now he hoped that he could get through the night without the girl next to him triggering some reaction.....fat chance.....<br><br>And sure enough, at some point in the night she'd feel him harden against her as he slept unfitfully, his dreams keeping him in a state far to energetic to soundly sleep...and she was the center of many of those dreams...in various positions...and states of undress.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>12-01-2008, 01:06:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail had fallen asleep quite peacefully. She had been used to hearing the headboard of Edward's bed banging and rattling against the wall that their bedrooms shared; she often fell asleep to the noises of Edward and Sam fucking, and woke to those very same sounds. For the longest time it annoyed her, but she missed it when Edward left for overseas, missed him, but Uncle George and Aunt Betty were different than a young couple. She blocked the images from her mind, and while Edward still held her, she just drifted asleep.<br><br>Somewhere in the wee hours of morning, Abigail felt a hard bulge pressing against the softness of her bare flesh, poking at her, and she woke rather groggily wondering if Peter would ever be satisfied with the sex they had before bedtime. She slipped out of her little panty that only covered the delicate lips of her sex, and she wriggled her ass against his hips, slipping his cock between her legs so that he could feel her readiness, the silky warm fluids that lingered on the folds of skin, and so that if he desired, he could use her to sate his needs. She turned her head to speak to him, and then made the realization that it was Edward. &nbsp;“Eddie,” She murmured wondering how she could mistake the two men for the same. Edward in general was a bigger man. She shimmied against him, her damp heated pussy teased his thick hardened cock between her legs. &nbsp;“Fuck me if you need to. You'll get a better sleep.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>12-01-2008, 01:46:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward on the other hand woke when he felt something caressing his erection, he moaned as he leans back...and than found the action to be painful. He winced and quickly leaned back, at the same time hearing her words. He frowned and slipped his cock away from the offered warmth...even though he was sorely tempted. "No..." He managed to say in a thick voice. He looked at her with lust, she could tell he wanted her.....<br><br>"I won't let you treat me like Peter......You are not just a toy to me...some girl to be used to get off and than go back to sleep....If you want it too thats fine. But I won;t let it be a passive one way thing....he knew of times where he had simply sat back and let Samantha ride him. She had been a nympho. Peter was one as well, And in truth Edward loved sex...but not just for the sake of having it. Now Eddie laid on his back in bed, staring at a erection that was at full staff...annoyed just a tad that he was so hungry for his sister...and that she was so willing to just let him use her.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>12-01-2008, 04:30:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby was not going to admit that it was Peter she first thought of when she felt the erection poke at her ass and back. It was a natural thought considering how long she and Peter had been together, and that a brother should not be poking his member at his sister to begin with, and so Abby demurely looked away when Edward became disgusted with her. She knew he was not like Peter, and in not knowing how to respond immediately, Abby reminded quiet for some time. Gingerly, she opened her mouth to speak, and she licked her lips before she leaned close to whisper to him.<br><br>&nbsp;“I have never thought of it as wrong for my man to use me to pleasure himself nor have I ever minded it. I would rather that then have a porn flick turned on, a magazine opened, or being with another that could offer the exact same as I could. If I don't mind, if I don't think it is wrong then you shouldn't judge me for keeping my man satisfied whoever my man is at the time being.” Abby inform Edward, and offered a smile to him. &nbsp;“Likewise, Eddie, I don't always want to make love with my man, or fuck him, but I enjoy the feel of a cock in me and so I am not about to say no. I also just do not lie and do nothing. It pleasures me to please. I move, I sigh, I moan and tease my fellow, and his cock. It is who I am and it is my choice.” Abby slid down into the covers and buried herself there. Her back was once again to him. &nbsp;“And you would sleep better, Eddie. We both know that, but since you take offence of my offer, use the hands that God gave you and go to sleep.” Abby said with some disgust, sniffled and closed her eyes as if that could block out her brother's presence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>12-01-2008, 04:38:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward frowned as Abby just told him off with a level tone that made it worse, and damn her she was right. Still. He sighed and closed his eyes. And now it seemed that he had this hardon that he would have to handle himself. It was apparent his sister now was unwilling to help him in that regard. "your right..." He whispered, conceding the point as simply as he could. And was going to commit that knowledge. Next time she offered she'd find herself used. So be it. <br><br>He let his hand move to her and rub her back, he knew that he would much rather use his sister than be left to do it in a very unsatisfying way. He would just have to be very unfair.......he smiled to himself as he let his hand rub her back in just the way she liked.....he remember her acting like a cat as a child, arching against his hand because she enjoyed the touch. He hoped she still had that weakness....and really hoped it connected to her sexual drive some way......<br><br>Because when it came down to it......He did want to use her....his pretenses had once again gotten in the way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>12-01-2008, 06:11:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby fluffed her pillow, batting at it like a cat, and settled her head down onto it once more just as Edward admitted that she was right. She snickered. &nbsp;“Of course I am.” She told him, her voice smug and quiet, and she tried her best to sleep but she could not. It had bothered her that she did originally think of Peter, yet it was an innocent mistake, and as she stared into the darkness of Edward's room, she felt his hand on her back. He caressed her back, rubbing her sore muscles between her shoulder blades which constantly ached, and were constantly sore, but she shrugged him off. &nbsp;“Two hands, Edward. It was what God graced you with,” she murmured, not in any particular mood after he chided her. She did smile all the same at his attempt to woo her into a snuggle. Abby decided he needed to try a little harder then a back rub. She bundled the blankets around her, and built a soft wall between her and her brother with some moderate amusement on her behalf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>12-01-2008, 06:18:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled to himself as he added something to her little statement, not Only two hands....but a mouth. He pulled back the covers she'd hidden herself with and took her by the hand, guiding her...and if she resisted...making her come up to him. Than he leaned down and kissed her face softly, taking his time and making her take it...knowing in his heart she'd enjoy it whether or not she was in the mood. Than he slowly moved down, her cheeks, her mouth.....he spent a few more moments than needed there.....her neck...and than even lower. He kissed along the edge of her shirt and than grabbed the hem of it....fully intending to pull it off her...<br><br>If she resisted at that point he'd leave her alone.....however if she let him take it off he move even further down.....he assault her breasts with his mouth and hands...moving to arouse her to a point where she'd at the least consent to a fucking...because he was still hard as a rock...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2008, 02:08:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby felt the wall of blankets loosen around her small body,&nbsp; felt Edward guide her closer to him, and soon she felt the bed underneath her back as she rested on it, and stared into Edward's face. &nbsp;“I'm upset with you still,” Abby informed him, setting her jaw rigid, but it did not stop her brother from raining kisses on her face or trailing them on her neck. The passion behind them, the lightness of them made her shiver and gasp with pleasure, and desperately she tried not to let her body respond. It was to no avail. Abby found herself gliding her hands along his back feeling his well muscled smooth skin, and as her shirt was tugged over her head, Edward focused his attention on her rounded&nbsp; breasts. She stifled a moan as he cupped the supple tissue, squeezed it, toyed with her nipple; the moan was long and luxuriously soft, and it broke through the darkness of the room. Easily, she slid her one leg around Edward's waist, and tugged them closer together so that the head of his manhood teased her warm sleek sex. &nbsp;“Tell me that you want me, Eddie. Tell me, and then show me. Claim me fully as yours, and no one else's. ” She said, her voice but a whisper and she leaned close to him to kiss him, and draw his lower lip into her mouth and suck deliciously on the tender skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>13-01-2008, 04:37:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered as he felt his cock rub against her sex.....than he heard her words and smiled. As soon as his mouth was free from the wonderful kiss he leaned down to suckle on her earlobe...and whispered...."I want you my sister...I want you as mine...and Mine only..." He used his teeth to nip her earlobe, and than pushed himself deep into his sister in one savage thrust...his need evident as he wasted no time to set a brutally hard pace....Perhaps a little bit of punishment, or pleasure?, For denying him as she had.......<br><br>And this pace was not just for seconds....as it was soon proven that Edward had more than enough stamina to keep it up...and it wasn't without a bit of notice that now it was HIS headboard banging against the wall.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>13-01-2008, 21:34:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail felt the head of his cock, the smooth heated surface of it press against her damp silky folds of her sex, and with a solid forceful push, the thick turgid member entered her violently. It rubbed along the warm tight muscular passage seeking pleasurable shelter, a home of ecstasy. It teased Abigail's youthful body until her almost virginal passage wrapped and gripped Edward's cock, squeezing and milking it. Abigail ground and wiggled her hips against Edward's to fully accept him, and bask in the luxury of the tantalization that her brother offered her. The rapid movement, the brutal pace in which Edward was claiming her as his own made Abigail pant and sigh from the vigorousness of the sexual act, and from the delight that coursed through her blood to stir her with full arousal. Her voluptuous breasts, those with taut rosy nipples from the enjoyment of their fucking jiggled and bounced with each breathtaking thrust; the cries from her were more than evident that she derived blissful pleasure from their sex, and she bit down onto Edward's shoulder to stifle her loudness.<br><br>&nbsp;“Oh, God, Eddie,” Abigail gasped against his sun tanned skin, that which was sweetly smooth against her lips, and that which tasted of sweat, and soap. She was on the cup of her first true orgasm, one in which involved no true foreplay, no touching of her clitoris, no vibrator or cock ring, no invasive fingers or objections entering her other passage: pure delight through vaginal penetration alone. Abigail's fingertips raked down her brother's back, settled onto his well muscled ass, and kneaded him as her cries grew louder, and as the headboard rocked against the wall just as loudly. The young girl writhed and wiggled underneath him, and as she stared into his eyes, she smiled. &nbsp;“I'm so close, Eddie, and I can't promise to be quiet.” Only then did she tug Edward's hand over her mouth hoping that he would be man enough to shut her up, to stifle the cries, and she had no doubt that he could.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>13-01-2008, 22:39:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward's pace was truly involved, and he didn't let up for as long as he could manage it. Every push into her, every time he slipped out was let known to the world by a soft sigh or groan. He felt himself sheathed inside his sister more than once, and the feel of his balls slapping against her in itself was enough to make him tremble....the pain of the action was sweet in itself. His hands were on her shoulders holding her down throughout this.....the passage of him into her so violent as it had made her slide across the bed more than once.....this was Edward unleashed, Edward Unbridled.....just plain Edward in his element. He looked over his sister as he fucked her, delighted in the view of her lovely breasts bouncing and jiggling to their primal beat. Seeing her eyes shine in the bliss of their joining....seeing her mouth open in silent cries...this was the moment he'd never forget.........<br><br>Her brother heard her words and smiled, and he had no problem keeping his hand firmly over her sisters mouth. he held it there firmly...watching her eyes for that moment where she had her orgasm.....pushing into her and seeking the places he had felt her react in pleasure...wanting her never to compare him to Peter again...he wanted her thoughts of him to be totally alone....he wanted her to never be satisfied with another again.....and only after that would he have his own. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>14-01-2008, 21:10:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail's back and neck arched gracefully and elegantly as her sexual release, the tension pent up within her small body finally came without knowing any boundaries. Her wet swollen sex rubbed and bucked against her brother's hips uncontrollably, tickled his mass of dark hairs at the base of his cock and as her supple body writhed and wiggled underneath him, as her muscles tightly gripped at his member and milked it. Her cries, those that would have been loud, those that would have filled his bedroom and floated out into the hall had been stifled by his strong hand that easily covered her mouth as she had requested of him. Only then, only when she was limp from the exertion of her orgasm did Abby slip her slender legs up towards her chest so that Edward could penetrate her deeper, furthering his enjoyment. Peeling his hand from her mouth, she smiled at him. “Gods, Eddie, that was wickedly delicious. Now be a good boy and cum for me.” Abby purred out, and rocked her hips to encourage and tease Edward, urging him to satisfy himself so they could eventually curl up together and drift into a deep slumberous sleep before lust claimed both of them again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>15-01-2008, 03:14:29</strong>
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				He only paused for the moment of her orgasm, her convulsions around his cock more than enough to keep him aroused...and he didn't want to miss a moment of the lovely expressions from those deep eyes of hers. Once he felt she had made as much noise as she would he moved his hands...hearing her words as he did. "That all you want...I think I can manage that......" Once her legs were in position he wasted no time in pounding into her again, his hand still near her mouth to cover it if she should decide to start making noise again. His fucking was as deep as he pleased, and he pushed into her with abandon knowing what she wanted him to do. He looked down at her with lusty eyes, his blue orbs moving to her chest where her breasts were bouncing in tune with his thrusting...delicious...<br><br>And it was no surprise to him that he soon orgasmed...cumming deep into his sister....a growl leaving his lips......in the pleasure of the moment he punched the wall leaving a good sized hole in it....and she could see him biting his own lip to avoid making anymore noise.......
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2008, 16:50:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby's slender fingers raked along the cotton bedsheets when her brother continued to thrust hard and vigourous within her to satisfy himself, to relieve his sexual tension, and with some final grunts and low groans, Abby soon felt his warm seed being poured into her slender depths; the wall was punched, creating a hole in it. The motion and the noise made Abby jump with fright underneath Edward, and her hand came down to slap his bare ass: her palm stung. &nbsp;“Edward!” She chided sounding a little bit too much like their mother and as Abby managed to wiggle free from his hard lean, fit body, as she managed to sit up in bed, a firm rap was heard at the door; and the handle rocked as an attempt was made to open the door. Her eyes widened and she frantically looked to the floor and the bed for her shirt; she had forgotten that Edward had locked it prior to them falling asleep, yet there was still a key.<br><br>&nbsp;“I want a word with the pair of you, young man, little lady, immediately.” Uncle George said in a calm yet serious voice, one with more authority then ever their father or mother spoke with, and an excited nervousness overwrought Abby. &nbsp;“Immediately being now!” The final words were barked out.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>16-01-2008, 09:06:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward had been in Iraq for four months, his Uncles words hardly would drive him to a panic. He smiled to his sister and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear. "Get under the covers, stay put and be quiet..." He grabbed a can of floral scent and spritzed it in the air, leaving his sister in the bed as he got out and pulled on a pair of shorts. <br><br>With a posture oozing sarcasm and disrespect he opened the door, smirking and crossing his arms across his chest. Seeing his uncles obviously concerned expression. "Enjoy our performance Uncle?" He asked in such a cocky way.....it was bound to drive a man to anger. Anger was Edwards friend not his Uncles. And unlike when he was younger....<br><br>He hardly was afraid of him anymore...not at all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 16:59:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby feigned sleepiness as she curled underneath the bedsheets, bedsheets that protected her long bare legs and sleek wet sex from the world; the world consisted of Uncle George, and as she squinted in the darkness barely could she see him. Edward's form, the bulk of it, took up most of the doorway, but she could still see Uncle George. His arms, those that were thick with dark hair, were crossed at his chest, and he wore his glasses.<br><br>&nbsp;“Your performance, young man, has upset your Aunt on many levels,” Uncle George said, and peered into the bedroom at the bed. &nbsp;“And she wishes to know if Abigail is well fearing that you have become a depraved imbecile while overseas, and pressed unwanted attentions on the girl.”<br><br>&nbsp;“Uncle George!” Abby exclaimed, distraught at insinuation of Edward. &nbsp;“I reassure you that I am well, and that Edward and I were only making such noise to retaliate, after all, we did hear you two fucking in my bed earlier! At your age, one would have hoped that you could have controlled such urges.” Abby muttered and stared at the men in the doorway.<br><br>Uncle George grew quiet. &nbsp;“For that I apologize, but I expect an apology from the two of you made to you Aunt Betty first off in the morning. She's extraordinarily upset, and I am sure we do not wish this to be spoken of in front of your parents and Peter?”<br><br>Peter. Abby had forgotten about him downstairs, and she sighed with exasperation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 19:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to uncle George passively and bit his tongue at first at his uncles insinuation....and couldn't help but saying in a low tone. "Uncle, your the last person on this earth that can speak about pressing unwanted attention on Abby. And I'd advise you never to suggest such a thing about me again." He listened to Abby add on to his little warning, and also confirmed the supposed "innocence" of the banging against the wall. He also smiled at she made a quip about his age.....<em>Bravo Abby.</em><br><br><br>He raised a brow, as he wasn't entirely against the idea of speaking of this in front of Peter. Riling him up was always fun, but of course Abby would be the one punished so he decidedly agreed with his Uncle. For once. "Very well. I suppose such a thing was rather childish. But Uncle...next time try to be a tad more...discreet." He gave him a angry glance and shut the door. Locking it once more...."The ass..." he mumbled under his breath. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 02:43:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;“The ass?” Abby squeaked out and in the darkness she threw a pillow at her brother. &nbsp;“You punched the wall like some sort of overheated lunatic!” Abby knelt up and surveyed the damage to the plaster, and she furrowed her brow. &nbsp;“And you can make the apology to Aunt Betty and you can explain to Da why there's a hole in the wall above you bed, and you can mend it.” Abby droned on much like their mother, tisking on occasion, and when she noticed what she was doing, and whom she was sounding like, Abby giggled and slid into bed. Easily, she flung her arm up over her head and stared at the ceiling as she stretched out underneath the sheets. &nbsp;“Do you think he knows? George that is? Remember, he's the one whom married into this family and although daft for that, he is still a clever and intelligent fellow.” She whispered to Eddie and wrinkled her nose. &nbsp;“And my Christ, doesn't he have hairy arms?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>19-01-2008, 18:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged as his sister systematically made him sound like a idiot. "I'd take that wall punching as a compliment to your skill, and of course the recourse of a man feeling the urge to groan in a way that would have...made it clear what we were doing." He waved his hand in a dismissive manner at her , mom like, suggestions. He walked to the bed and sat down next to her, he pulled the sheets back to fondly look at her body. <br><br>"I doubt it, I believe he hopes we did in his own lewd way. And he curses the fact your in my bed and not him. But he just wants to cause trouble for us. He gets us in the hot seat and than he can do something lewd that would get overlooked." He let his hand rub her stomach thoughtfully. He smiled to her statement about his arms...but didn't comment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 00:42:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail stretched lazily out on her back as Edward began to stroke her flat belly, the warmth of his hand quite inviting on her cool skin, and she smiled at him. &nbsp;“Next time, pull the bed from the wall,” Abby murmured, not truly realizing what she just said, and with a sudden shift, the girl rolled over onto belly forcing Edward to rub her back instead. Abigail nuzzled into the sheets, and closed her eyes, but she could not help but giggle at the idea of Aunt Betty mumbling concerns for her to Uncle George. The woman was worse then their mother at being clueless, but too, Abby knew not to underestimate the dimmest of women.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 02:55:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her brother chuckled softly as she told him to move the bed from the wall next time, advice he would heed. When she flipped over he moved to straddle her, his groin comfy against her ass as he leaned down to massage her back. His hands confident over her body, knowing exactly where to apply pressure..but not too hard, nor to light. He sought the knots and made them loosen under his hands..."Been under stress Abby?" He asked quietly as he noted there was a lot of tension here...but he kicked himself mentally as he thought about the last few days.....<br><br>So he made sure her back was nice and loose before he was done. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 07:29:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby groaned a little as she felt Edward's weight balance equally on both sides of her, his knees sinking down into the bed, his groin snug against the curve of her bare ass, and a light sigh came from her as his hands rested on her back and began to knead her muscles. She wiggled out of her shirt, and after tossing it onto the floor, and after hearing his comment, Abby laughed faintly, but heartily. &nbsp;“Odd circumstances, Eddie, and you can press into the muscle fairly deep. I won't break, and it's preferable; an exquisite pain. Take it deep and slow, the strokes. It's how I like it.” Abby mumbled, her mouth partially covered with the pillow, and she accidentally drooled. She wiped her mouth, and rested still underneath him, wiggling her bottom on occasion just to be difficult, just to fidget, and just to tease. Only then did she close her eyes and allow her body to fully relax under Edward's touch; her breathing deepened into a purr.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 23:32:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled at the groan and smiled even more as she took her shirt off. Obviously he hadn't lost his touch, he rose for only a moment to find a secret stash of massage oil that he used to use for Sam. It was the sent of lilac. He rubbed some in his hands and assumed the position he had before. His groin once more comfy against the curve of her bare ass....a soft growl coming from him each time she wiggled against him. <br><br>And he heeded her words, staying silent as his powerful hands kneaded her back into submission. The muscles giving way and the knots vanishing....she could feel the power of him....and she'd realize that he could break her if he wished....that Edward was now a man with strength enough to MAKE her do something if he so wished......and he never had been before.....<br><br>But she'd miss the soft smile on his face as he made her purr.....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 15:20:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward's touch, the massage, it was different from the others whom had ever offered her one, not that there were many, but she felt the strength within his hands, and his fingers. She purred, one that was long and drawn out, as his fingers travelled over her now oiled back, over the Erector muscles closest to her spine that seemed to be nothing but knots and tightness. She groaned and felt her muscles twitch as pressure was centred on a tender spot. &nbsp;“Mmmm. That hurts so good, Eddie.” Abby mumbled into the pillow, and struggled to open her eyes and peer at the darkness that surrounded them, and within seconds the girl closed her eyes and was swept adrift into a deep undisturbed sleep. She would nestle against Edward for warmth throughout the remainder of the night; her hair feathered against his body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 18:21:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward smiled softly as he massaged his sister, glad she was enjoying it. He also noted she'd fallen asleep, and that amused him more than anything. He couldn't sleep while getting a massage for some reason. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder before getting off her and slipping under the covers with her. <br><br>He than guided her softly against him and spooned with her through the night, falling into a sweet slumber....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 20:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The dullness of the morning, what little light there was, filtered through the blind and curtains and danced across the room brilliantly enough to wake Abby from her night's sleep. Groggily, she stretched. Her body that was scented with lilac and sex gracefully moved against Edward's as she stretched, and soon she sat up in bed lazily scratching her head. She pulled on her shirt, slipped on yesterday's underwear, and she silently padded to the door, unlocked it, and went to the bathroom where her day would begin with a hot shower. <br><br>As she stood underneath the heat of the water, as it washed over her body to soothe her, she heard the door open to the room, and for a moment she cursed her father for not fixing a lock that was obviously broken, and too, she prayed that it wasn't Uncle George. She peered out, moving the shower curtain but a little, and she saw Peter brushing his teeth.<br><br>&nbsp;“I could have been Aunt Betty.” Abby stated over the noise of the falling water, and she heard Peter snort with laughter. <br><br>&nbsp;“The old bird is downstairs having her breakfast tea, and looking quite tired.” Peter commented and pushed back the shower curtain. He stepped into the shower to join Abby, pressing his lean body against hers, and roughly he kissed her. &nbsp;“Missed you, babe.” He murmured into their kiss, and trapped in a corner with water streaming down her face, and Peter's cock bobbing against her, Abby had little choice but to respond. <br><br>Peter drew the shower curtain closed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 21:08:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward meanwhile awoke to Abby sitting in bed, and groaned softly as she pulled on her shirt. He shook his head and lazily stayed in bed as she got out to go take a shower. He sighed to himself and rose reluctantly....he'd slept quite well come to think of it. He chuckled and put on some boxers and than his jeans. Throwing on a black shirt as if a after thought. He opened his door just in time to see Peter shut the door to the bathroom....he frowned and felt quite angry...and than felt bad for his sister....he got the feeling after last night that she just went through the motions with Peter....or so he hoped. The thought of his sister enjoying another mans touch annoyed him in no small measure.<br><br>He went downstairs and moved to his aunt quietly kissing her cheek and whispering a apology for keeping her up. Although he honestly felt no remorse at all. He than sat down and tried to enjoy breakfast....trying not to think about abby against the shower wall.....dammit. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 01:10:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby had a longer shower then usual, all due to Peter and his pressing intentions, and almost an hour later both she and Peter came downstairs looking fresh for the day; Peter donned a goofy grin on his face, and Abby was flushed with a healthy glow. Peter, clean shaven and quite presentable in a dark grey suit with a rich lavender shirt and silk tie, bent low to bestow a loving kiss on Aunt Betty's cheek and gave Abby's mum a squeeze; his hand firmly clapped Abby's mother on the rear, and she giggled rather school girlishly. &nbsp;“Oh! Peter, now, really!” She laughed out and took a sip of her tea. She waved for him to sit down then gestured at Abby. &nbsp;“The lad is hungry, Abby. Go on and get him something to eat. There's still some sausage warming unless Eddie at it all.” <br>Their mum touched Peter's hand, and gave him a brilliant smile. &nbsp;“Now tell us lovey, are you sure Abby is the right girl for you? She's difficult at best, but to marry her,” Abby's mother chuckled and clucked like a hen, and Abby found herself grumbling near Uncle George whom stood by the sink. She leaned against him for emotional support, something rare for her, and he placed an arm around her.<br><br>&nbsp;“It won't get better, Abigail. Every weekend this is what your life will be like.” He murmured lowly and flashed a brilliant smile at the girl who wore skinny black low rise jeans and a flowery pink top that was sheer; her pink bra could easily been seen and she looked at Uncle George with some dismay. She wondered if he ever regretted marrying into their family, and by his words he did.<br><br>&nbsp;“I know.” Abigail mumbled and looked at the greasy pan where one sausage was left remaining. She picked it up and bit into it, turning to see her mum and Peter in hushed whispers, Eddie looking outrageously grumpy and Aunt Betty flashing Eddie the odd uncertain look. For a moment, Abigail studied Edward, and then she broke free from Uncle George.<br><br>&nbsp;“Bloody hell, Mum. Peter can help himself to making his own meal, after all, he helps himself to me enough. If he's got the energy to fuck me in the shower, he can get the energy to make himself a bite to eat.” Abigail stormed past the table, smacking Peter upside the head as she passed him. &nbsp;“You'll be late for work.” Abigail muttered, and went to the front room to eat her breakfast sausage. She sat in silence loathing her mother, and thinking ill of her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 02:59:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward watched both Abby and le shit come down the stairs with more than a little irritation on his face. And than to watch le shit kiss his aunt and grab his mothers ass made him livid.....he looked down at his food and ate with more force than any person would ever need to eat his foot, even with his mothers cooking. Than to hear his mother prattle on to get Abby to make le shit some food. It was almost enough to throw him over the edge. Than he got to watch his uncle be comforting to his niece. It was enough to make him sick. He grabbed his plate and dumped it in the sink, ignoring le shit with a avid intensity. And it was obvious to all. Even their dim-witted mother. <br><br>He walked to the living room and gave his sisters shoulder a squeeze to let her know he wasn't mad at her, and than headed upstairs to grab his swimsuit. he needed to cool off before he lost his temper. He changed quickly and went through the living room and out the back door before deftly jumping into the pool and doing silent laps. He was happy with last night with Abby, but very annoyed with everyone else. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 00:28:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby said nothing to Edward when he appeared before her in the front room, squeezed her shoulder firmly yet there was gentleness to it. She groaned slightly for her body ached from the vigorous intimacy of their new relationship, or whatever on called it, and Abby only chomped down on browned sausage. &nbsp;“If you only knew what it was like to be alone with these people for all that time, Eddie.&nbsp; Mum thinking that I should settle down and marry because I've no future, and Da, well, I may as well not exist.” She hated to admit that Peter had been her Saviour while Edward was absent, and within moments Peter would be in the front room, and words would be exchanged. What sort of words were never known. He was rather unpredictable, Peter at times, and for one brief moment the girl envied her brother at being single. Freedom. <br><br>She had thought about joining him for a swim, if for anything to talk, but as Edward, as a minute or so was taken to make the decision, Peter entered the front room. A lit cigarette hung from bottom lip. He simply looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. &nbsp;“I'm putting that little piece of drama in there,” he pointed towards the kitchen, &nbsp;“down to you sharing a bed with Edward. It would make the best girls a bit dizzy.” He gave her a slight smile and kissed her head. &nbsp;“I need you to open up, today, love. I've the police and insurance agents to speak with, and other business in town.” He handed her a set of keys, and left. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 06:39:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He meanwhile swam while concentrating on the night before. It had been great. And the fact that they had woken up their uncle and aunt only topped the cake for him. He looked up after stopping for a breather that he noticed Peter leaving, he bid the ass a silent goodbye in his head before returning to his laps...swimming for about 20 more minutes before slipping out of the pool. <br><br>He grabbed his towel and dried off a bit before going to the pool chairs and laying down...enjoying the sun for a bit. He pondered going inside and getting a book...but instead just decided to lay back and look at the blue sky.....thinking of the past...and glad he was out of the desert. Despite the drama there was no place like home. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2008, 21:12:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;“Now, listen here, lady,” Abby's mum&nbsp; firmly told her, wagging a finger in the air as if it would make her words seem more important. &nbsp;“I'm tired of your back chatting. Now, I expect to see that kitchen cleaned and some laundry started by the time we all get back, and yes,” A hand waved at Abby's protest, &nbsp;“I'm more than aware you are opening up for the pub so it is best you get busy then, lady. Shoo. Go on. We'll be in town for the day.” Abby was informed, and was relatively dismissed. <br><br>Abby blankly stared at the four grown ups; the two women struggled for mirror space, slapping on lipstick that was a little bit to youthful and bright for them, and the men patiently waited for them. Uncle George gave her an appraising look, and it prompted Abby to go into the kitchen and survey the mess that needed to be cleaned up.&nbsp; One word came out of Abby's mouth, and that was &nbsp;“Pigs.” when she saw the amount of plates and glasses and cutlery and pans that needed to be washed. With a sigh, Abby grabbed the apron and strung it about her thin waist as she heard the gaggle of women leave with the silent men.<br><br>&nbsp;“Asses.” She further mumbled,&nbsp; and took to the task of cleaning, using their dishwasher so that she only needed to wash a few by hand. After that task, she wiped down the counter, stove and table and then sorted out the laundry. She decided&nbsp; to wash the bath towels, and while waiting for everything, Abby had her Vogue magazine out reading it.&nbsp; Her slight body was leaning over kitchen island looking at a perfume ad, and she sniffed the pages for the fragrance.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>01-02-2008, 05:38:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Edward meanwhile soaked up the rays, for at least a while. He looked up and was oh so tempted to go nude. The people he didn't want to see him nude after all were gone. And knowing Abby wanted to keep having sex with him he wanted to tease her as much as he could. For the moment reason wins. He could see his sister working in the kitchen and he was in the wrong direction to make that work. But they were alone....and would be for quite a while as both their mother and aunt would probably drag the men all around town....<br><br>Smiling he got off the chair and quietly snuck into the house, and Abby would not hear him. If anything being special ops meant one knew how to be quiet. Glaring at the dog to intimidate him to be quiet, not that it was really needed...or would have worked....but the dog was napping anyway. So he ignored it and eased his way into the kitchen, he saw her bending over the counter and shivered....her ass in lovely profile. <br><br>What he did next would hopefully arouse her, he'd seen his sister react to him being almost violent....now to see if a little bit of role-play could excite her....and so he came up to her and put his hand over her mouth and than wrapped his arm around her body in a powerful hold....and seeing as her arms had been in front of her she couldn't even elbow him..."Move and it'll hurt more deary...." He hoped he guessed her right...otherwise this would backfire......"And don't scream...." She'd know it was him...it would be up to her to play along. He opened his hand just a bit to see what she'd do....and how well she'd play if she decided to do so...and she could feel his "intent...or weapon" against her back....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2008, 17:22:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail was listening to Green Day, the music loud enough to vibrate the windows in the house, and she was engulfed in reading an article about Armani when she felt a strong hand clasp around her mouth. Initially, she did scream; the sound muffled by the hand, and muffled by the droning dreariness of the music. On realizing that it was Edward being silly, on feeling him slip fingers free from her, and on feeling his erection hard against her, Abby remained silent, licked her finger and flipped the page of her magazine. She continued reading her article, but she shifted up onto her toes so that the seat of her jeans could press and rub and wiggle against Eddie's pelvis as she feigned a struggle against him.<br><br>&nbsp;“You beastly man,” Abby said rather high pitched, &nbsp;“Release me from your evil Kung Fu grip!”&nbsp; She mockingly said while closing the magazine, and pushing it aside. She attempted to wiggle free from Edward's strong grasp, trying to climb over the kitchen island rather unsuccessfully. A stainless steel pot was knocked over onto the floor, and for a moment Abby stared at it as if it created an offence, and she attempted once more an escape. Her lean body shifted and squirmed against Edward to no avail.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akioth</strong> on <strong>02-02-2008, 20:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So she wasn't going to play along as he wanted yet hmm...he'd see if he could fix that. He felt her actually try and escape and was quite amused....as his grip was just short of superhuman. And she was far smaller than he. She was stuck. He felt her rub against his groin and he groaned leaning into her and quite intently rubbing back against her. "Now now Abby.....we both know you want this...." His voice was dark, and lusty. And quite.....evil. Almost as if it were meant to scare......<br><br>He kept his grip on her as he let his free hand wander to a kitchen drawer near by where he knew dad kept duct tape. If he felt she ever really had a problem with this he'd stop of course. But he wanted to see how far her sub streak ran. And of course he was her older brother......and he was a dom man......all that combined made the option of tying his sister up and making her do something very delightful. Making sure to keep her arms out of contention with his own hands, and his legs by keeping her lower body pinned against the counter....he brought her arms behind the counter and duct taped her wrists together...."]I think you'll like it...." He let her go and backed off knowing that without her arms she'd be rather helpless. He also knew if she said no he'd stop...he hoped she didn't. Doing that to her had given him a hard on.....a bad one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Welcome Home. (Akioth and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-02-2008, 18:59:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby struggled, trying to pull her wrists free of the duct tape as she wondered what senselessness her brother had befallen to and for a moment she thought that he and Peter exchanged notes regarding dark fantasies. She had already played out the strange rape fantasy of Peter's, but he had placed a blind fold on her, gagged her, and as Abby thought of those dark hours, she cringed at the memory of all the foreign objects that her boyfriend fucked her with that night. There had been much discomfort, even pain, and she was never so grateful to see her own room as she was that night. She had cried then, and the thoughts made new fresh tears well in her eyes, mist them, and with a deadened stare, she looked at Edward. <br><br>&nbsp;“Untie me, Edward.” Abby quietly said, demanded, and gestured with her bound hands. &nbsp;“Cut me free. I've to be at work in an hour.” She insisted, trying to remain composed, but there was a tremble in her voice as she stood before her brother, and if the man had any sense of intelligence, any real knowledge of his friend, Eddie would know her fears and hesitancy. 
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