Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)
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				Title: <strong>Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>05-02-2009, 23:09:08</strong>
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				Time is has always been a mysterious thing. Even in the old days people gave time a magical healing power. Shawn never believed any of that, how could he? The only thing time could provide for him was hope, something that only seemed to mock the ones that needed it the most. Not that he was a mental wreck, that was just a short phase, back when he didn't understand himself nor the things he was feeling. Even the phrase 'Out of sight, out of mind' proved to be very inaccurate, it quickly became apparent to him when the one he loved basically vanished out of his life.<br><br>The only thing time managed to do was strengthen his determination. It was all about grabbing every opportunity life threw at you, this realization was the only reason why he actually managed to get himself to go through with this insane idea. Another thing time was responsible for, were the minor changes in his appearance. Since the last time they met, Shawn had grown quite a lot, and while his current stubble gave him a certain rugged look. His short brown hairs and mysterious green eyes had remained unchanged.<br><br>The entire event had been very confusing, he barely understood any of the trials he attended. All that seeled to matter was that he finally had some actual contact with his sister again, even if they barely talked during this. No longer was Shawn capable of even bothering to remember how much time had past, where he had waited for this moment. <br><br>Their parents gave up on their only daughter a long time ago, even when Shawn mentioned attending her trials, they made sure that he knew what their view on this was. As far as they were concerned, they had no daughter. It had been like that as long as he could remember though, but their clouded vision just didn't allow them to see that she was the only person who had ever come so close to perfection.<br><br>Yet here he was, only him and some cheap lawyer he could barely afford who's only good quality was that he was too desperate for the money to even consider betraying him. During the many trials it was finally decided that Shawn's sister did not need to go to prison, however, she could not just roam freely again. A guardian would be assigned to her, she had to be in this person's proximity at all times. This person would be held responsible for all her actions, not to mention there were many obligations on both sides. It was all rather vague, most of the time Shawn found himself staring at his sister, who's beauty had not withered after all these years. Originally her guardian would be a man he had never seen before, just as soon as she returned in his life, she would disappear once more.<br><br>Fate however, had other plans. It seemed that Lady Luck finally smiled upon him, the guardian that had been assigned to him by court had been assassinated along with many others. Rumors spread quickly, and Shawn acted upon them just as quick. Apparently there was nobody to claim the position as a guardian thus so far, until a new man appeared out of nowhere. Shawn was this man, or to be more precise, he was playing the role of a this man. The idea was that he would pretend to be the one that the criminal family, who were the cause of why his sister was here in the first place, had sent a new man. If it all worked out alright, he would actually be the new guardian. There were many complications though, the biggest of them all being that she knew nothing about this plan. <br><br>Shawn was willing to risk it though, the sheer idea of his sister being forced by the law itself to stay near him and not to mention listen to his command was like a dream to say the least. No longer would she be able to disappear out of his life, as it would only bring dangerous risks and she would end up right in jail, a place she had been trying to avoid for all this time.<br><br>How was he going to handle this bizarre situation? How would she respond? Would it actually work out? Shawn cared little about the future, even death seemed like a more appealing option than throwing away the opportunity to be with his sister and give her a second chance while doing so. Besides, as long as they were together, he knew everything would work out alright. Eventually, even she would realise this, he was certain of this.<br><br>But until then he had to keep quiet, the lawyer would do all the talking and make sure everything went the way it should go. All he had to do was making sure he made no eye contact with his sister and kept his mouth shut tightly. Not listening to the words echoing through the room Shawn just stared in silence at the judge, waiting for some sort of sign that would release him from this terrible waiting game. A sign that would tell him, 'She's yours.'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-02-2009, 01:00:22</strong>
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				The courtroom held a sense of foreboding, oppressive by very nature.&nbsp; Yvonne focused her attention on the vanilla folder of her attorney.&nbsp; &nbsp;Strewn out across the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;A slight shift in posture.&nbsp; The soft rattle of the manacles that are set around her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;The prison orange jumpsuit, atrocious.&nbsp; &nbsp; The judge would read the sentencing.&nbsp; Where she remanded into the custody of a guardian in a house arrest.&nbsp; &nbsp;Placed in the custody of her very brother.&nbsp; &nbsp; She dare not raise her gaze, for a sense of hope flickered within. Fearful, less she gave this away.&nbsp; &nbsp;For what is happening,&nbsp; is lent in the past.&nbsp; &nbsp;In how this still quite attractive woman of thirty eight years of age.&nbsp; Is being sentenced in a most unique way.&nbsp; To her very brother of all people.&nbsp; <br><br>It started twelve years ago, when she was twenty six years old.&nbsp; A young dynamic go getter, a certified public accountant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Actually the story has its roots way back.&nbsp; Before I had left for college.&nbsp; However, that point twelve years ago, is a good starting point.<br><br>I was hot, a trophy wife waiting to be caught.&nbsp; The typical type of beauty that a mob boss would fall in love with.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even now I know I still carry my looks and body.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through a bit rounded with age.&nbsp; For you cannot completely wash away the years of life.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Well then, that point twelve years ago.&nbsp; That is when the mob walked into my life.&nbsp; And that of the accounting firm I worked for in Manhattan.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A prestiges firm, with a stellar reputation.&nbsp; &nbsp;About three years into this relationship.&nbsp; I realized that the books were off.&nbsp; Investigating this oversight.&nbsp; I soon realized the shell and dummy companies, that had been created to hide and launder the dirty money from the mob's illegal aspects.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of going to the law.&nbsp; I was seduced by it all.&nbsp; I dated various good fellas with in the organization.&nbsp; Of course this did not go unnoticed.&nbsp; Especially when my mother and father seen me on various tabloids.&nbsp; &nbsp;I was heading to hell.&nbsp; &nbsp;So it is not surprising that they have disenfranchise me.&nbsp; There absence during the trail no surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;Despite the dating, she always remained free.&nbsp; That modern woman, taking life head on.&nbsp; She&nbsp; never became that trophy wife.&nbsp; Perhaps if this had been the case,&nbsp; I would not be sitting here.&nbsp; For five years ago, it came to me as I was working the books.&nbsp; &nbsp;They had no one to check me,&nbsp; so it began.&nbsp; I began skimming money off the books.&nbsp; Depositing it into hidden offshore accounts.&nbsp; I had started to rip off the mob itself.&nbsp; A most bold and daring thing to do.&nbsp; My plan was to disappear, live a life of luxury.&nbsp; Then the sting happened.&nbsp; And well here I am.&nbsp; &nbsp;But at the federal grand jury,&nbsp; When the feds were parading their charges and indictments to come down.&nbsp; The mob would learn of this.&nbsp; What I have stolen is no small piece of the pie.&nbsp; I had shot for the moon and obtained it.&nbsp; &nbsp;For it is well in excess of a billion dollars.&nbsp; Dirty money that I had taken and hidden for myself.&nbsp; Not a bad&nbsp; retirement plan, I might say.&nbsp; <br><br>Well that leads us to now. As the judge concludes the sentencing.&nbsp; I will be taken in a few moments.&nbsp; To be fitted and set with the electronic tracking device.&nbsp; Something I will not be able to take off.&nbsp; &nbsp;You see the judge is in the back pocket of the mob.&nbsp; &nbsp;This sentence, through plausible is ludicrous.&nbsp; Who ever heard of such a thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;No they wanted me out.&nbsp; So they could recover the money.&nbsp; That I might lead it to them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through how my brother has become my guardian.&nbsp; The one that will watch me.&nbsp; I have no clue to this.&nbsp; &nbsp;But in this, I see my salvation, my out.&nbsp; I can smell the warm tropical air, the sweet essences of a pina cololada with that nutty coconut scent.&nbsp; <br><br>P.S. I can barely contain myself.&nbsp; I will be rid of these horrific orange prison jumpsuit.&nbsp; It makes me look like I have jaundice.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Blacksheepsister.jpg (http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Blacksheepsister.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>07-02-2009, 14:50:20</strong>
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				A pat on the shoulder from his lawyer was all it took for Shawn to know how it went, not that he had expected otherwise. Since the stubble gave a rather rugged touch to his otherwise very serene look played a key role in this, without him knowing so. The judge had mistaken him for one of the family his sister had been in due to this, how looks can be very deceiving was something Shawn hadn't fully grasped yet.<br><br>A simple smile expressed the tremendous joy he was feeling. The years of having to conceal his own feelings had proved an excellent teacher. There was moment of doubt in which he felt like shouting out this sheer joy surging through his body, but that small voice in the back of his mind reminding him this could ruin everything kept him from doing so. Long had he waited for his sister to return to him. Though for it to happen in a way where he had a vague amount of power over her, preventing her to leave his side, was indisputably better than anything he could ever imagine.<br><br>Due to wanting to minimize the risks of her being able to escape this unique enslavement, he had to wait until tomorrow. She would be escorted to his place of residence with the highly advanced piece of technology already attached to her body. To him would be given an item prior to her arrival, once she got in range it would activate. From this point on, whenever the two of them would be too far away from eachother and she would not be at his place of residence, the authorities would be notified and she would be tracked down immediately. It was a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo and Shawn couldn't really understand most of it, but in short it meant she would have to stay close to him when going outside or just stay at his modest house. In this position she had barely any rights at all, modern enslavement with so many twists and turns, it still ended up being legal.<br><br>Shawn wasn't worried about her running away, not this time, the only thing that slightly worried him was wether or not he could control himself. It had been so long.. how long would it take for him to finally break? This was when he started to realise that he hadn't thought this through enough, but it was too late and any alternative was ten times as worse. Perhaps.. perhaps everything could be as it used to be once more. Nobody could tell what the future held for them, though Shawn could only hope for the best..<br><br><br><br>Even though he had to wait only a day, it felt like another year had gone by. Trying to sleep seemed about as productive as trying to fly at this point. There were many reasons to be nervous, but the biggest of them all, the one that really kept him awake and would not allow him to even enjoy one second while waiting, was the moment where he and his sister would be left alone in a room. They would drop her off and then leave. No more lawyers, no more jury, no judge, nobody else but just him and her. They both had changed over the years, he was quite sure of that. Even though he always felt like his sister got along great with him, she never knew the real him, nor did he have any idea how the years had changed her.<br><br>His house alone was quite small, fortunately for him it was small enough to look like some bizarre hideout a member of the family could have. It was a very good thing indeed, despite having little of knowledge about this 'family' that her sister had gotten herself involved with. Though it was painfully obvious they had both the jury and the judge in their back pocket, as she would have been sent to prison otherwise.<br><br>There were many questions that needed answers, though Shawn was not the one interested in these answers. He could care less about why she got involved with this family, who this family was and how they were able to do the things they were doing. Nothing of that mattered after all, the future promised a new and fresh start. All he could do now was wait, a thing he was very familiar with.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-02-2009, 02:48:24</strong>
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				The tracking monitor ankle bracelet&nbsp; is applied to her right ankle.&nbsp; A high tech leash, in all practical purposes.&nbsp; &nbsp; The officer of the court.&nbsp; Would recite her instructions.&nbsp; &nbsp;The ankle bracelet is not to be taken off for any purpose.&nbsp; &nbsp; The address she could not leave more then a 100 feet from.&nbsp; Unless in the accompaniment of her guardian.&nbsp; &nbsp;No more then 50 feet in separation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yvonne would wonder if Shawn had been given a likewise piece of equipment.&nbsp; That he could activate when he took her out.&nbsp; &nbsp;The officer continued to speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;The steady blah blah going over the other points of her house arrest incarceration.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had no freedoms,&nbsp; no rights or civil liberties that every one takes for granted.&nbsp; All of this stripped away.&nbsp; For the next sixty years.&nbsp; <br><br>She would not leave the Federal building.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she is taken to one of the holding cells within the building.&nbsp; She be released tomorrow to Shawn.&nbsp; &nbsp;This she pondered for a long while.&nbsp; Actually the whole night.&nbsp; How, did he become her guardian.&nbsp; This being remanded into custodial caretaker imprisonment of house arrest.&nbsp; Especially with a sixty year sentence.&nbsp; Is something she never heard off.&nbsp; It had to be the first of its kind.&nbsp; Heck Martha Stewart, what she served like a year at most in this capacity.&nbsp; &nbsp; But this was due to the influence of the mob.&nbsp; &nbsp;They wanted the money back.&nbsp; The money she been for the past five years, siphoning from them.&nbsp; <br><br>Yvonne suppressed thoughts of her chance for escape.&nbsp; The need to figure out how Shawn had become involved and way.&nbsp; As aforementioned, at the top of her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp; She realize she had not slept.&nbsp; When at 4:30 am,&nbsp; the deputies, one a male the other as covered in regulation a woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has brought her regular clothing to change into.&nbsp; The female officer would stay in the cell with her.&nbsp; As she changes into the clothing.&nbsp; &nbsp;A simple business skirt suit outfit.&nbsp; A charcoal gray with pinstripes. For jacket and skirt.&nbsp; &nbsp; The male officer waited outside.&nbsp; Finished with changing into her personal clothing.&nbsp; She is glad, she had for a moment thought she have to walk out&nbsp; in that hideous orange jumpsuit.&nbsp; The female officer would leave&nbsp; her then.&nbsp; Taking that jumpsuit she hated.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It would be another 4 and half hours before she is released.&nbsp; That be just a few minutes past 9 am in the morning, into your custody. As the paper work of the court's judgment.&nbsp; Finally clears down to the holding cells.&nbsp; &nbsp;Allowing Shawn to take custody of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 18:26:19</strong>
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				It had been a few hours ago when Shawn pulled the batteries out of his clock. The ticking noise it made started to seem more like someone knocking against his wall with a sledgehammer, it had been a long time since he had been driven mad by something so mundane. He had every reason to, of course. It amused him how earlier he was wishing for time to go faster, though now, the closer he got, he wanted it to slow down. Somehow it felt like he was a kid again, being extremely nervous yet very excited at the same time.<br><br>But when the time finally arrived, a crucial moment where he had to act as if this woman wasn't actually his sister for one last time, his body switched to autopilot. Being exhausted both mentally and physically brought Shawn in a state of unawareness. His vision was blurry and he had a hard time recognizing where he was. Even while the final instructions were repeated, he could hear himself respond but he had no clue what exactly was being said. The reason was very simple, he was not interested in all this, all he wanted was to be alone with his sister. No need to look away, no need to be on guard as to wether or not someone might be watching to see how he was reacting. Minor things, but after such a long time it started to take it's toll.<br><br>Just when he thought he was going to fall asleep with his eyes still open, a sweet scent that, just like a slap to the face, could wake any sleepy man. Due to the fact Shawn wasn't allowed to go anywhere near his sister up until now, he hadn't really seen her, let alone given time to recognize the scent that made him go wild. Her soft skin was well in his reach and her beautiful, womanly curves seemed to being their best to hypnotise him. For a split second he felt like he was losing control to this temptation, one he had always felt, but was simply overwhelming right now.<br><br>Fortunately, all eyes were focused on her, while this was not unusual, the circumstances were different than when they were younger. She was the kind of woman that always tended to lure all male eyes to her direction, heck, at times Shawn even noticed women staring in awe. To him it always had been slightly comforting in a way.. to know he wasn't alone. The kind of beauty that easily could destroy relationships, not to mention she had the most charming personality ever found in a woman. He had tried in the past, tried so hard to make it work with other women. Though, in the end, the woman ended up with a simple realisation; no matter how much love you gave him, for some reason he did not love them back. He couldn't help wonder, if they would be able to see her, would they understand?<br><br>Apparently some male guard noticed the way he was looking at her, either that or he really couldn't help suppress himself from telling Shawn just how lucky he was for having such a babe in his control. The guard kept telling what he would do were he in such a situation, that Shawn was seriously considering to punch him right there and then. Like everyone else, he didn't understand.<br><br>It took a while, and even though Yvonne was standing a few feet away from him, the guards made sure to make it seem like they were still miles away from one another. Eventually, however, they finally managed to bugger off. After so many years Shawn finally could talk to his sister, there were so many things he wanted to talk about. It wasn't the time, nor the place for some and other subjects were obviously not supposed to be brought up. There was a need to break the ice before she could though, he was the youngest of the two, she always had been the brave one. Shawn had to show he had changed, he had to show even though they were siblings, he was the one who was in charge. While he knew he'd despise having to do such a thing, it was the only way to save her. Finally was she in his grasp, and he would grab her without ever letting go.<br><br>After making sure there was nobody in range to overhear their conversation, Shawn made his move, "Well, I didn't expect you to return in such strange circumstances, but glad to know you're still alive." even though his voice was stern and serious, the gigantic smile plastered all over his face wasn't very helpful in trying to conceal his true emotions. The thing he wanted to do the most was just pick her up from the ground and squeeze her flat with a hug, though how would she react to this? It had been so long. While she was still as beautiful as he remember, perhaps even more so, and while she still gave him that serene feeling as she did many years ago.. There was just no way he could be sure if time hadn't scarred her too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 22:09:18</strong>
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				A small detail is missed in the process as she is handed over to her brother.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is how the look that is given by him.&nbsp; &nbsp;For Shawn's look is no different from the guard.&nbsp; That now jokes with him.&nbsp; In hinted carnal thoughts of what he would do.&nbsp; &nbsp;That does not enter into her thoughts at all.&nbsp; Which would prove so in just a few minutes.&nbsp; &nbsp;The guard on the other hand.&nbsp; As well as the other men in the room.&nbsp; The lust in there eyes, she is used to.&nbsp; The women also, through some a spitefulness of hatred and jealousy lay behind what is presented.&nbsp; All of this she is used to.&nbsp; <br><br>A big smile does likewise flash across her face.&nbsp; As they leave the building.&nbsp; The sweet smell of freedom of the outside washing over her.&nbsp; For the moment the device forgotten.&nbsp; &nbsp;A smile is upon Shawn's face as well.&nbsp; This is construed as equal join for a sibling.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would speak to her directly now.&nbsp; Remarking on the strangeness of circumstances that have brought them together.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he moved in to give her hug.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which she returned the hug back, in a sisterly fashion in return.<br><br>And what had been missed earlier.&nbsp; Now is missed in this moment.&nbsp; For the hug is hardly brotherly and sisterly in nature.&nbsp; As Shawn has pressed against her, as a man that craves the feel of a woman, he desires.&nbsp; Her own natural reaction, subconsciously reciprocating the act within the hug.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet what lies within this, is not seen through the blind innocence of the perceived hug.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Come let us go,&nbsp; the faster I am away from here.&nbsp; The better I will feel Shawn."[/i<br><br>She step back from the hug.&nbsp; The scars that you worry about.&nbsp; They actually help to keep her blinded to the true desire you have.&nbsp; For they are like blinders that have been fashioned on her.&nbsp; <br><br>While her simple comment spoken, gives you that feeling.&nbsp; She would run, that she is planning such.&nbsp; And once again she would be out of your life.&nbsp; And through she loves you as a sister loves her brother.&nbsp; &nbsp;That her path and those scars will have her once again in flight and out of his life.&nbsp; </em>
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				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 23:42:01</strong>
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				A soft beep knocked Shawn out of his dreamy state. The sound came from his shiny new watch, one of his new ways to make sure she would stay by his side forever. Although it first seemed to him a bad choice, since it's so easy to steal, it was far more advanced than he first figured. It looked like a regular watch and even the beeping sound wasn't anything special, since every normal human being would consider it to be the watch's alarm.<br><br>Though it had a tracking device hidden within it. Not only that, but to gain access to all the additional button functions. Which apparently allowed him to take his sister along with him, or make it so she had to stay inside the building and an addition timer in which she could be permitted to wander away from the devices. Though she still had to stay within radius, the area in which she could walk around safely would be increased in size. To make sure nobody else could use this watch, a minuscule needle would run a blood test on it's user every hour. Gladly they made sure the user himself would not feel it at all.<br><br>"I guess we should leave then, I got my car waiting outside." Shawn softly muttered and started walking towards the exit, his thoughts obviously elsewhere. The hug felt different than usual, he was too excited to really notice it at the time and even though he couldn't quite place his finger on it, for some reason it started to make him feel uncomfortable. "We sure have a lot of catching up to do." the words escaped his lips with a certain profound confidence in them. It was a simple realisation that made Shawn so confident; these small things did not matter at all. In a certain way, if he decided to climb the Mount Everest, Yvonne would have to come with him.<br><br>Even now as he was walking to the place where he parked his car, he didn't have to look back to make sure she was behind him. She just did not have any choice in the matter. Perhaps a cruel thing to take pleasure in, but the goals justified the means. This way she couldn't get herself in no more trouble. <br><br>Shawn's car itself wasn't anything special, a Honda Civic. Very common and nothing fancy at all, certainly did not match the fancy suit he was wearing. The clothes made the man, even if the clothes themselves were rented. <br><br>Slightly lost in his own world, he had to shake his head to remove the daydreams. Driving a car while replaying a hug where he got to feel her body pressed closely to him was far too distracting. Not to mention he hadn't really been paying attention wether or not she said anything in response during the walk. "We should go straight to my house before we do anything though, apparently the tracker planted in my home will start itself in about an hour." he knew he had to be vague about the trackers. Despite how much he loved Yvonne, he was sure if she knew how to escape, she'd grab that chance. Knowledge meant power, in this situation it meant a lot of power. <br><br>Despite all this, he wanted to avoid giving her the feeling she was a prisoner. "After that we can go to just about anything you'd like, sis." Shawn said as he turned his gaze to her, his lips curling to a soft smile. For Shawn this would be the first and last time he'd ever call her sis again. The only reason he said it now is because he wanted to try and take away the strange tension created by the circumstances. Though, being constantly reminded of the fact they were siblings would only reminded him of how they should act, rather than how <em>he</em> wanted to act. No, society didn't care about what connected them together, so why should he?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 00:58:12</strong>
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				A young man dressed in a suit that seems outdated.&nbsp; &nbsp;His hair dyed a shimmering black.&nbsp; It is slick back,&nbsp; through one could tell it is not how he normally wears it.&nbsp; &nbsp;An older man stands with him.&nbsp; Holding a briefcase in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;They are conversing, as it is apparent it is a lawyer and his client.&nbsp; &nbsp;A woman with three children.&nbsp; &nbsp;Who like all children are going every which way.&nbsp; As it is apparent the woman is unsure of what court room to go to.&nbsp; &nbsp; While the sheriff deputies that manned the metal detectors that everyone had to go through.&nbsp; Watch idly at the various scenes.&nbsp; Their gaze cannot help but to look at your sister.&nbsp; As she walks out with you.<br><br>Outside, various persons moved about in their daily lives.&nbsp; &nbsp;All of them have one thing in common.&nbsp; They are free persons.&nbsp; Despite the walls of confinement shed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yvonne was not shackled in the cloak of the law.&nbsp; She was indeed still a convicted felon.&nbsp; A person without rights.&nbsp; No sympathy for her would be forthcoming.&nbsp; Not in this day's world environment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet the fresh air that she now took in.&nbsp; Tasted ever so sweet, for it is indeed the illusion of that freedom it gives.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Your car brings a smile to her.&nbsp; It was so like you.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is then that she wonders if the suit you wore is yours.&nbsp; Or have you borrowed.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she slips into the passenger seat of the Honda civic.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Your fears on her running right now are unfounded.&nbsp; &nbsp;She understands the point of the tracking device.&nbsp; &nbsp;She needed to get that band off.&nbsp; But how, she is not sure.&nbsp; She has no knowledge in such electronic gadgetry.&nbsp; &nbsp;Right now, she is just think she just unclip it when they get to your place.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she assumes that is where they are going.&nbsp; <br><br>Yvonne assumption of where they are headed is correct.&nbsp; When you say such.&nbsp; Then offer her the choice of going someplace.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is not sure why they had to head directly to your place&nbsp; Once again that do-jigger of tech stuff is beyond her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Perhaps dinner someplace.&nbsp; The food in there is not the best of five star dining."</em>&nbsp; Yvonne would respond back&nbsp; As indeed the food was bland and bland.&nbsp; Not a great combination.&nbsp; &nbsp;She also offer up a grin to you.&nbsp; Of course it is due to the false sense of that illusion of freedom she is spellbound in the moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 23:14:08</strong>
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				It had to be said, when Yvonne suggested dinner, slight hesitation was written all over Shawn's face. Mainly because he wasn't all too sure he could actually afford anything better than prison food. Even though in a way she should be happy with stale bread in her position, she was still his sister and still <em>the</em> woman in his life. If he wanted to persuade her into reconsidering her lifestyle, he had to do it one step at a time.. right?<br><br>It all was a tad overwhelming, not to mention extremely confusing. It would probably take a while to get used to it, how to act, how to respond, mostly things he thought would sort itself out as he went with it. In some ways it did work out, still the silences he found awkward seemed to become something he had to grow used to as it was almost unavoidable. Not really surprising at all, since his main concern was suppressing his actual thoughts and emotions whenever he was going to be around her.. all the time in other words.<br><br>"Well, we'll see where we can go. Fortunately I don't live too far away from here so there's plenty of time to think about that." the words still lacked the propper confidence behind them. Back when they were young he always dreamed about being more or less in control, since she always seemed to be so carefree. There was nothing he wanted more than forcing her to spent more time with him, while not knowing why. Now that he did, he found it hard to do so.<br><br>Still, Shawn could hear it himself that his tone of voice lacked confidence and would react appropriately. As awkward as it might get between the two of them, he would have to make sure she knew he was in charge. He wouldn't just take this gigantic risk for any woman, after all. <br><br>While driving he was slightly more aggressive than usual, mainly due to the nerves. Driving was his excuse to avoid a conversation at the moment, when at home that excuse would be gone. Not to mention he'd want to check if the second tracking device was working, preferably without her knowing where it was located. Though it would surprise him that she would bother trying to look for it, Shawn couldn't really be too sure about anything.<br><br>"My place isn't anything big, but I'm sure you'll like it. It's pretty comfortable even if I say so myself." the only problem with his place was that it only had one bathroom and his second bedroom was pretty darn small, at least it was still bigger than the prison she stayed in.<br><br>It only took a few moments before Shawn pulled over near a very small house. One could immediately tell it was a rather old house as well, but that was a huge part of it's charm. Where most houses that were being made now felt cold and lifeless, old houses like this had a certain warmth about them. Once he turned off the engine he tossed a key on Yvonne's lap with a smile, "You go ahead and take a look, I'll be right behind you, just need to take something out of the trunk." he casually stated, "Just a box with some DVDs, in case you'd get bored if I have to go for work." one of the few things he had prepared for. <br><br>No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't stay inside the house with her every day of the week. Just like how she couldn't follow him around all the time. He took the first two weeks off, usually he never took vacation, but this was an obvious reason to make an exception. Still, when the time came that she'd have to stay here while he was gone, he felt much better having a few movies lying about to entertain her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 23:39:53</strong>
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				Taking the key that you dropped into her lap.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It would occur to Yvonne.&nbsp; She truly did not know her brother.&nbsp; In some aspects he was still the same.&nbsp; Yet in so many other areas she was seeing a different person.&nbsp; &nbsp;The small house, quite charming in it's old veneer of motif.&nbsp; &nbsp;A quiet old world charm of a simpler time.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"It is nice Shawn."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She offer up as she steps out of the car.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you head to the trunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;She take your advice and head into the house to look around.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course she would when entering the house would for a moment move out of the range of you.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, the gps system that now tracked her immediately identified her with the listed address of her confinement.&nbsp; <br><br>Yvonne would look around, once she entered the house.&nbsp; A moment glance to you pulling out the box of dvds from the trunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;An amused gleam, for your thoughtfulness on getting such.&nbsp; Plus the naivete in thinking that she would adhere to all of this.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had her freedom and she would be escaping.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through such thoughts are set aside.&nbsp; As she takes a look.&nbsp; The fact one bathroom, the smallness of the second bedroom.&nbsp; Is all looked past.&nbsp; As the one thing that stands out.&nbsp; Is the fact no evidence of a woman's touch exists in the place.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sure she has been out of contact from you and the family.&nbsp; With the direction her life has taken her.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it is a shock that her younger brother has no one.&nbsp; &nbsp;When in truth her&nbsp; brother is a catch.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least in her eyes, he is not only handsome and with a charming disposition.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps a bit too tentative in demeanor.&nbsp; She preferred her men to be take charge.&nbsp; Ones that would not be walked over and not quickly cowed into meekness by feminine charms.&nbsp; <br><br>The look around is quick, for she is waiting for you as you come up the stairs and enter the house.&nbsp; &nbsp;Questions now pressing needed to be asked.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Shawn, how did you become my assigned guardian.&nbsp; I mean what do you know?&nbsp; &nbsp;Wait, your not part of the~~~?"</em><br><br>She leave the last part of the last question unsaid.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it suddenly occurred to her.&nbsp; That her brother could be part of the mob.&nbsp; The circumstances that happen.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is unaware of, that caused things to fall into place for you and this situation coming to light.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not the part of the house arrest in serving sentence.&nbsp; &nbsp;No that part she realizes.&nbsp; They wanted to get to her.&nbsp; Or have her lead them to where she has hidden the money.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 01:26:18</strong>
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				"Well, I'm glad you like it. It would kind of suck if you didn't, considering you'll be spending quite a lot of time in here." Shawn mentioned with a smile, the fact she didn't hate the place did gave him the feeling it would be easier for him to convince her it was better here than anywhere else. Though, he was fully aware that her finding his house <em>'nice'</em> wasn't even close to what he needed to achieve this goal. But he would find a way, of that he was sure.<br><br>Before he could say anything else, she launched a barrage of questions. It was inevitable really and he didn't really mind them since he was expecting them. Though this did not make it easier to give her an answer, quite the opposite really. Shawn had so much time to think about how he would respond to her, that he had too many answers ready, finding the correct one was the challenge. Fortunately he had an excellent idea, with a vague response he could quench her curiosity without really answering anything. A solution for the time being.<br><br>"You know, it was one of those amazing ideas I get sometimes. They're rare, but this one worked out alright. Basically I took a wild guess and actually won as well. The right man in the wrong place, you could say." Shawn used his words carefully, he knew he was a bad liar, so he didn't lie. He just didn't mention everything, besides, she didn't need to know his actual reasons. That he wanted her to be close to him, never to leave his side, to kiss her soft lips, to run his hand through her hair. The list was endless.<br><br>He took his time to place the DVDs in the drawer near the television, "Part of what?" Shawn asked curiously, of course he knew who Yvonne was talking about. This whole crazy 'idea' wouldn't have been conjured if it hadn't been for his knowledge of the mobster his sister had contact with. There was no need to live in the past after all, he didn't do this for them to live a life in regret and fear.<br><br>"All I know is that you're my sister, that's more than enough reason for me to do this. I know it's a little weird, but I just had to try it." at last, something Shawn didn't have to lie about. Still, the conversation, despite the fact he rather wanted to avoid it, it did help to distract him. Distraction was a thing he certainly needed. After all those years of longing after her touch, craving for her body against his, she was now merely a few steps away from him. A man could only handle a certain amount of temptation, so a reminder bringing him back to reality was certainly appreciated.<br><br>Yvonne was smart though, this with the fact that he was a bad liar would make it all the more difficult to keep this charade up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 02:05:04</strong>
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				Your answers seem mollify Yvonne.&nbsp; &nbsp; Even though they were a bit perplexing.&nbsp; For in the vagary of nature given in the response.&nbsp; Yet no suspicion is aroused on her end.&nbsp; A simple nod with accompanying smile is given back.&nbsp; To further show she has accepted the explanation.&nbsp; Her response moves forward in her questioning.<br><br><em>"Shawn did you pick up my any of my clothes.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you don't mind I like to take a bath."</em><br><br>Now did Shawn have the foresight to get her clothes.&nbsp; Well not get her clothes.&nbsp; But get stuff he wanted her to wear.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could play it off as a former girlfriend had left behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;As for wanting to hop into a bath tub.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well the last few months in prison.&nbsp; She hasn't had a chance to take a good hot bath.&nbsp; Limited only to the non private showers.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yvonne just wanted to soak in a good hot bath.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Finally Yvonne is usually good about picking up on a guy's desire of her.&nbsp; However, in this case.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since you are her brother.&nbsp; It is not being easily read.&nbsp; Or if it is, it is being dismissed.&nbsp; Not something one would dwell upon in one's thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:12:02</strong>
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				A sigh of relief had to be suppressed once he noticed she was satisfied with his answers for now. Despite knowing that no matter he would do, she couldn't really go away, he still kept her feelings in consideration. Being completely honest simply did not fit in the bizarre plan he had made for both of them.<br><br>Shawn could feel the temptation reaching a peak, her words only seemed to let his imagination go wild with mental images. Even despite his better judgement he couldn't help regret the fact that he didn't install a small camera in his bathroom. Was the risk of being discovered truly worth it though? At this point it seemed like it was. <br><br>"Oh yes, ehh.. clothes. I believe my ex left some clothes behind when she left, I'd have to look for them though. You just take a bath and I'll go look for it." Shawn had barely finished talking before he vanished into his bedroom.<br><br>In hindsight there were many things he would've prepared properly, perhaps it was the forbidden excitement growing inside of him that caused these various ideas to suddenly pop up. He would've bought clothes in advance, ones for her to wear outside.. or clothes only to be wore inside his house.<br><br>In the end he knew it was all just a fantasy though, he'd never get the guts to actually do any of those things. To actually make Yvonne, his own sister, wear skimpy outfits. Then again, the clothes his ex left behind weren't exactly 'Fancy dinner clothing'-material. In particular there was one red dress that he had always loved, one that would certainly expose her cleavage. <br><br>After all, if she thought it was the only option and put it on out of free will, it wasn't wrong? Right? Maybe he could even get a glimpse of that fabulous body and play it off like an accident. They were family after all, she probably wouldn't think anything bad of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:41:30</strong>
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				The response on your ex perhaps leaving behind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Seems to have fallen on deaf ears or empty air.&nbsp; As Yvonne would head into the bathroom.&nbsp; Eager to take a bath.&nbsp; &nbsp; Actually get in soak in the tub for a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Closing the door behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did not think about locking it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Why should she, you were not going to walk in on her.&nbsp; Or at least she assumes.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she gets the bath water going.&nbsp; &nbsp;She finds some bubble bath in the bathroom.&nbsp; It must have been you ex's.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the tub filled and suds formed.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would strip down, getting out of her suit jacket and skirt.&nbsp; &nbsp;Followed by her blouse.&nbsp; &nbsp;Final she slip off her bra and panties.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning off the bath water.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is just about ready to slip in.&nbsp; When suddenly something occurs to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; She checks you medicine cabinet.&nbsp; Grabbing you shaving cream and one of you razors out of the pack.&nbsp; &nbsp;She take&nbsp; and shave her legs while soaking.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; As she does each leg in turn.&nbsp; The second leg, her right.&nbsp; Has the device around her ankle.&nbsp; &nbsp;She push on it, seeing if she could slip it off.&nbsp; Even putting soak underneath.&nbsp; &nbsp; It thought proves hard to get off.&nbsp; She cannot slip it past her heel.&nbsp; <br><br>Giving up for now with that.&nbsp; &nbsp;She lay back in the tub.&nbsp; &nbsp;Closing her eyes, she soak in the warm water.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has been in about 20 minutes in the bathroom so far.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 18:50:50</strong>
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				Shawn had to admit he was glad to see she was so eager to take a bath she actually forgot the possibility to wait for him to give her the clothes first. He was way passed the point of feeling sorry for her actually longing for a bath so much, that he didn't really consider giving her some time first.<br><br>No, his lust had been hidden inside of him so long, only the power of his imagination and in his wildest dreams could he ever see her naked. Though now it was all different. All he needed was a good excuse to actually open that door, if it was unlocked anyway. Fortunately he didn't hear her lock the door, so it would seem luck was on his side for once.<br><br>The dress by itself took some courage and to see if she'd actually wear the red piece of delight was yet to be seen. Then again, if he'd convince her this was all he currently had, she didn't really have a choice. It felt wrong and right at the same time. Knowing he was doing something wrong, abusing his position as a guardian, but getting to see her in the red, exposing dress his ex-girlfriends always refused to wear was worth it.<br><br>All it took was one deep breath in and a surprised facial expression in advance. Due to the excitement he couldn't help but making his entrance a noisy one. <br><br>"Oh shit! Sorry! I thought you had wrapped a towel around yourself and were waiting for the clothes by now!" If Yvonne didn't have her eyes closed at the time, it would probably been suspicious that Shawn instantly took what little time he had to observe her body.<br><br>It was everything he thought it would be, only ten times better. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small. They looked extremely soft and it took an insane amount of willpower for him not to jump in the bath together with her. The desire to lick, kiss and touch every inch of her body was actually too much. "S-Sorry," Shawn exclaimed, the stuttering caused by the excitement rather than shame, "I only had this dress, I'll just hang it right over here."<br><br>Shawn couldn't wait to hear her response, the only concern he had was to get out of this bathroom before all hell broke loose. Besides, he started getting too aroused by something he shouldn't have done in the first place, his brains immediately ordered to send the required blood to his member. It didn't take long before a bulge appeared in his pants, it was quite obvious as well, not exactly a good time to brag about being well equipped.<br><br>All he could hope now was that Yvonne didn't think too much of it, that she didn't see the bulge or him staring for that matter. It was a foolish idea. Like most ideas that turn out to be stupid, he only realised this once it was too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 21:02:23</strong>
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				Yvonne had fallen asleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not a deep sleep, and your entry would startle her awake.&nbsp; The sluggishness of shaking of the lethargy of sleep.&nbsp; Keeps her from seeing anything more into the bumbling scene unfolding.&nbsp; While you did gain that delicious peek in the split moment before she awoke.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bubbles are like a sense of security to her.&nbsp; Thinking she had been shield and not realizing otherwise.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gaze sweep to the dress hanging.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a skimpy red party dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze dart to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you hastily retreat now out of the bathroom.&nbsp; Still puzzlement dominants her.&nbsp; &nbsp; You are acting strange.&nbsp; &nbsp;It does occur to her in that regards.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As soon as you close the bathroom door.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yvonne would climb out of the tub.&nbsp; &nbsp;Drying herself off then.&nbsp; She turn her attention back to the red dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could not wear her bra with it.&nbsp; It is open back,&nbsp; and the front is a deep plunging neckline.&nbsp; Also you had not brought her any panties either.&nbsp; &nbsp;The ones she took off are on the floor, soaked now from the splash of bath water that had washed onto the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>Slipping on the dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;The back was more then open, it was cut so the crack of her ass was framed. The front it plunged down past her navel.&nbsp; &nbsp; It barely contained her&nbsp; breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp; What she thought was a mere party dress.&nbsp; Is a micro mini dress.&nbsp; The hemline barely came past her hips.&nbsp; &nbsp; With no panties it really is scandalous.&nbsp; &nbsp; It make her think what kind of woman you had&nbsp; been dating.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course she does not realize that your ex girlfriend actually never wore this.&nbsp; &nbsp;That she had refused to wear it.&nbsp; <br><br>Yvonne would come out of the bathroom with the dress on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 22:52:32</strong>
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				It didn't take long for Shawn to become aware of the mistake he had made. Not only did his erect member stay in it's current state, aside his best efforts to get himself to concentrate on other things, but now Yvonne had actually put on the dress, which was obviously too small in addition to being extremely revealling already. There wasn't much time in trying to conceal it either, he could only hope that she wouldn't notice. She didn't look angry at least, that was a start.<br><br>"Perhaps I should cook you something instead? It's pretty late now, there's always tomorrow after all." Shawn said while concentrating on looking at her eyes, rather than all the other parts he'd much rather be looking at right now. It was a good excuse, fortunately for him she couldn't really refuse him either. Even if she'd insist, he'd have to be strict. Going to a fancy restaurant with a huge boner that was very unlikely to leave with the girl of his wet dreams walking around in the dress that managed to excite him even when nobody was wearing it.. obviously not a good idea.<br><br>If she wouldn't notice, someone else would and he couldn't risk that. Sure, nobody aside from them probably knew they were siblings to begin with, though he was trying to make Yvonne stay, not encourage her to leave by acting like the lovestruck idiot he was.<br><br>Despite his best efforts, trying to look at the eyes of a woman who was wearing such a thing and actually doing it was still a big difference. It seemed impossible not to take quick glances at those soft, round breasts just waiting to pop out. Not to mention if the dress managed to crawl up even more, he'd get a superb glance at her buttocks.<br><br>It was like being in hell and heaven at the same time, cooking might just help him out. It did always relax him when he could cook. Not to mention it was also a thing he was quite good at, a result of having a mother who insisted on her son being able to cook for his future wife. Though, for now he couldn't move a muscle until he Yvonne had responded. Trapped in a state of bizarre, very pleasureable torture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:28:40</strong>
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				Shawn's problem with his boner.&nbsp; Did not have to worry.&nbsp; Yvonne did not notice the hard on that stuck out like a wayward pup tent.&nbsp; &nbsp;For her gaze did not slip down to look at you there.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;However, the look that you gave.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you struggled to lose that boner.&nbsp; Before she did notice it.&nbsp; Is taken out of context<br><br>Which leads to her stepping forward.&nbsp; Her eyes searching yours.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her left hand reaching out caressing your right cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes searching yours with concern.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Sure we can stay in.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are you feeling ok Shawn?"</em><br><br>She assumes you are under the weather.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looks into your eyes with concern.&nbsp; &nbsp;A sisterly concern and love.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While the motion&nbsp; of her reaching up. Would cause her left breast to slip partially out of the red dress.&nbsp; Flashing her perk rose pink nipple to you.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 21:09:42</strong>
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				A soft and gentle touch, so relaxing, so comforting Shawn could feel his entire body slip away from his grasp. As if it was commanding him to give in to his primal desires. For a brief moment he lingered on the thought, though to him, this brief moment seemed like an eternity. Fortunately, for his own sanity's sake, he did manage to snap out of the trance-like state he was in.<br><br>Though as soon as one obstacle was conquered, another one arose. "I-I'm fine, really! Just a bit tired, that's all!" while the tone of his voice suggested he was indeed exhausted, the speed with which he disappear to the kitchen to wasn't suiting for a man who was supposedly ready to take a nap.<br><br>Any excuse however had been fine, even if it would seem suspicious to her. Her soft breast was within his reach, she hadn't even noticed the fact a nipple was taunting him. Begging for him to have his way with her. Never before had he felt such a lust, a lust so strong it nearly broke his will, his entire personality. It was nothing he could get used to, he had to take action. But how? He was suppose to cook a nice meal, yet all his mind could think about was some sexual release, so he could at least last a few minutes without having to restrain himself.<br><br>"H-How about some macaroni with a nice cream sauce?" the words barely escaped his lips, it took quite a lot of effort. In this state of pure lust and desire, his mind had conjured up the perfect idea. If he couldn't openly display his affection for her, he had to use a different method to get what he wanted. Something she would never find out, yet make a part of him united with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 00:53:53</strong>
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				The way Shawn flew from her touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the feign display of having to cook dinner.&nbsp; &nbsp; Has Yvonne in a befuddlement.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He moved off quick for some one that was under the weather.&nbsp; &nbsp;While also being burden with a lethargy.<br><br>A macaroni and cream sauce.&nbsp; Which meant macaroni and cheese.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yvonne would shake her head in bemusement.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she call back in response.&nbsp; <em>"As long as it is Kraft."</em><br><br>It would grow quiet as you readied the mac.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Yvonne does not come into the kitchen.<br><br>After the time in the jail.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yvonne felt cooped up.&nbsp; She felt great in the dress.&nbsp; Which looked incredible on her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She slip out onto the front porch.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Shawn prepared something to eat.&nbsp; Macaroni and cheese.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It is not but a few moments that she is outside breathing in the fresh air.&nbsp; The perceived freedom she now has.&nbsp; &nbsp;A deceptive illusion, like a mirage.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she was far from free.&nbsp; &nbsp;Far from having any rights.&nbsp; But that is unknown to others.&nbsp; A neighbor has spotted her out in the red dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;Walking over to the bushes that divide the properties.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yvonne would seem him and head over meeting him.&nbsp; Still on the property.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would engage in a friendly chat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which in her dress, she is a flirtatious mood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Plus it has been a few months.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she entertains the thought of hopping in bed with the guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Shawn would find out she is not in&nbsp; the house.&nbsp; When he finishes cooking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or by chance he calls and then checks to see why she has not answered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 21:15:18</strong>
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				Cooking up the pasta was the easy part, sadly, him sexual excitement didn't change one bit. Even when Yvonne was out of sight, the image of her exposed nipple remained. The harder Shawn tried to think of something else, the longer the mental image would remain. A vicious cycle he couldn't break. Though he got to the point where he didn't want to break it anymore. For too long had he suppressed these feelings and the time had come to finally act upon the feelings he had tried to get rid of for so long.<br><br>Tonight the sauce he was going to make was going to have a special ingredient in it. First he had to check if she was still near, getting caught would ruin everything. Fortunately for him, Yvonne had decided to catch some fresh air, the timing couldn't have been better! Letting one hand slide in his pants so he could wrap around his throbbing member he instantly began masturbating to the many erotic images of his sister. <br><br>It didn't take long for him to climax, it was by far the most intense one he had in years. So intense he nearly forgot about catching the semen shooting out with a tiny cup he was holding in his other hand. <br><br>It all went so fast it seemed more like a daydream, though the sticky sperm in the small cup quickly snapped him back to his senses. There was no way he was going to stop here!<br><br>Still entranced by the overwhelming feeling, Shawn mixed his own semen in the sauce. Just the thought that Yvonne would gulp it down was nearly enough to give him a second erection straight away. <br><br>Excited by the idea he immediately ran down to look for her, he hadn't been anticipating on her blatantly flirting with one of his neighbours however. Jealousy and anger quickly took over, the fact that he happened to not like the man one bit didn't help at all. <br><br>"What the hell are you doing?! You know you can't just walk out from the house! If you go too far the cops will be here in a matter of minutes and all sorts of shit will hit the fan!" Shawn yelled out from the front door, his behaviour resembled much of that of a lion threatening to attack another lion trying to take over his pack. He much rather had ran out and smashed the man to a fine pulp for even considering talking to <em>his</em> woman, though he knew there would be serious consequences. That would be Shawn's last resort, hopefully for the man, he would run away straight away. If not due to his yelling, then cause of Shawn's not to subtle way of mentioning Yvonne was a convicted felon.<br><br>"Dinner is ready so get back in before we both get in trouble." Shawn turned his gaze to Yvonne, his voice obviously much calmer when talking to her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>18-03-2009, 23:03:40</strong>
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				The neighbor is one Henry Driver.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yvonne engages in a flirtatious conversation with him.&nbsp; In a very open way.&nbsp; That screams invite me over,&nbsp; I'll fuck your brains out.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, most guys never catch the subtle clues.&nbsp; That is unless they're musicians.&nbsp; They seem to be more in tune to picking up such signals.&nbsp; <br><br>Yvonne would not notice when Shawn comes out looking for her.&nbsp; Or the flash of anger on his face in jealousy.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, when he yells at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Starting up about the cops and they will come running if she strays to far.&nbsp; She herself will get pissed off.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially when Henry hears this, the look on his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;A criminal is more then likely his thoughts.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a stigma that hits.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Turning she flash Shawn a scolding look.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she would head back in the house.&nbsp; Her hips would flaunt in a very provocative sash shay.&nbsp; &nbsp; Done for Henry to let him know what he just missed out on.<br><br>What Yvonne does not realize is she is probly having more effect on Shawn.&nbsp; As she flaunts on by him with this come hither walk she exhibits.<br><br><em>"Keep your panties on Shawn.&nbsp; I did not leave the yard.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides all you have to do is follow me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I know how it works.&nbsp; I listened to you know."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 21:55:13</strong>
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				Due to many reasons Shawn's jealousy and anger changed swiftly, because not only did his burst of rage end up with her hips swaying in such a way he couldn't help getting aroused again. Quickly bringing his plans for the near future back to his current concerns. He knew he would probably have to apologize, but that did not seem to matter one bit. Never before had Yvonne listened to anything he asked of her, let alone commanded her to do. While he was aware this wasn't because she didn't respect him, but more of a desire of complete freedom, she still obeyed him this time.<br><br>Sure, it wasn't in a way he wanted it too, as she was forced to due to the circumstances. Yet it was still something that kept him wondering, just how far could he push her? When they were little she was always the one telling him what had to be done, even her current comment 'you follow me' proved that she still felt like she could go where and when she pleased. <br><br>Shawn wouldn't even correct her this time, still trying to adjust to this new, strange feeling of control. This combined with the lust that never seemed to fade, was a powerful sensation giving him more confidence in his disturbing plan to satisfy his strong sexual desires.<br><br>After he had made sure Henry knew never to come near his house again, especially the woman of whom he didn't know was Shawn's sister, he followed Yvonne inside. "You know I risked a lot doing this, I'm sorry for yelling, but you should give me a little more credit, this isn't easy for me you know." his voice had turned to the calm and sincere one people were used to hearing of him, "Anyway, dinner is ready on the table. I've already eaten enough while cooking, so feel free to eat it all." <br><br>Shawn himself dropped down into his comfortable couch near the dinner table as if nothing had happened. It was hard for him not to stare, as the dress Yvonne was wearing kept calling out to him. As if that wasn't enough, with each second that passed he could feel himself getting more impatient for her to fulfill his unspoken wish. The idea that soon she would have his semen inside her body was enough to nearly tear his pants apart due to the pressure provided by his erection pressing against the fabric.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 22:10:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It is one thing to boss around your younger brother with your younger.&nbsp; &nbsp; As Shawn had a picture of her back then in his mind.&nbsp; He knew nothing about her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yvonne enjoyed men that took control.&nbsp; &nbsp;That took the dominant role.<br><br>Likewise, she has no clue to you.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is like she has to relearn knowing her own brother.&nbsp; She had not kept in contact with the family for yers.<br><br>Yvonne would take a seat at the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her tummy rumbling.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the twinge of hunger is upon her.&nbsp; Of course the dress short as it was, rode up some.&nbsp; Through she seem not to notice.&nbsp; Then again she might have.&nbsp; &nbsp; However,&nbsp; it had not.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looks to you and waits for dinner.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 00:34:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As if shot by a bolt of lightning Shawn jumped out of the couch, "Right, it's the usual recipe, but I thought and try to spice it up a little. I know it's nothing special as far as food is concerned, yet I couldn't help adding a little something, something." Shawn said with a somewhat mischievous smirk.<br><br>There was something about actually telling her, even though she would have no clue what he was talking about, that made it all extra exciting. There was a part of him that couldn't believe that he was actually going to go through with this, though the part of him that didn't care and wanted to see this erotic fantasy fulfilled outweighed anything else.<br><br>Fetching her plate with the macaroni on it, Shawn placed it before her, his eyes sparkling slightly. "I can always make more if you like it, it wouldn't take too long." he said and slowly disappeared back to the background. Fortunately for him she didn't seem as interested as him in his more private regions, as the continuous sexual stimulation was not giving him any chance to calm himself down. Not that he wanted to do that, he was enjoying every second of this. There was simply too much pent up desires inside of him to care about morals at this point.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:01:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yvonne would begin eating the special macaroni.&nbsp; &nbsp;In between bites she would engage you with conversation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Henry was a nice fellow.&nbsp; I think I will invite him over for company.&nbsp; During the day when you go to work."</em><br><br>You had seen how she was flirting.&nbsp; She was still thinking about Henry.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not doubt fantasizing about fucking that idiot neighbor.&nbsp; &nbsp;When her thoughts should be on you, you alone.&nbsp; Had you not saved her at risk.&nbsp; &nbsp; Can't she see that you love her.&nbsp; That you would do anything for her.&nbsp; That you and her are perfect.&nbsp; Yet all she ever does is tease you.&nbsp; She doesn't even notice you have a raging hard on.&nbsp; &nbsp;All she can do is talk about Henry.&nbsp; &nbsp;So one she just meant not ten minutes ago.&nbsp; <br><br>The truth is as Yvonne ate.&nbsp; She did notice the hard on finally.&nbsp; It was inadvertent way she had finally noticed.&nbsp; &nbsp; It shocked her a bit.&nbsp; That you were so horny.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it did not alarm her.&nbsp; She still did not get it.&nbsp; Or would fathom that she is causing the hard on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Figuring your thinking about a girl of yours.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But as she continued to eat, she notice you watching her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The quick peeks,&nbsp; because your excited about her eating the enhanced mac.&nbsp; &nbsp; Which causes further excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which leads to that hard on straining your trousers.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>So out of curiosity Yvonne would shift her seating posture.&nbsp; So her thighs part, giving you a shot of her private area.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she now returns the coy covert glances.&nbsp; Hers to see if you notice and is getting off and heated with watching her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 00:59:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While there were many things that had changed about Yvonne over the years, other characteristics still remained untouched by time. Mostly the ones their parents tried so hard to get rid off, the ones that he loved the most since it were those that made her unique. He probably would've given a propper response to her comments too, if he weren't too busy keeping himself under control.<br><br>Shawn was pretty sure it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but on top of her actually gulping down his semen without knowing it, she was actually starting to bring the most interesting things about her body in plain view. It was hard not to look, he wanted to look, he <em>had</em> to look. The only regrets he had right now, was that the thing he longed for was unreachable. Only subtle glances and hidden actions were available, but no touching. At least not when conscious..<br><br>During the entire time Shawn shifted positions quite frequently, mostly trying his best to find a position that would cover up the bulge. It had taken a while before he noticed, but now he was fully aware that she was looking at him. Wether or not she had seen the bulge, Shawn did not know. He could feel his body warm up, his breath getting heavier. Even though he had only recently masturbated, it seemed to have no effect on his body. <br><br>While he couldn't even leave the couch, too nervous to being caught, Shawn still tried his best to manoeuvre his way to the remote control, hoping to distract them both by using the television.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 04:29:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well her flashing did not seem to draw the results she had been looking for.&nbsp; &nbsp; A few times, Shawn seem to have his gaze drawn.&nbsp; But with a apprehension, he draw away the look quickly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>However, Yvonne is piqued now over this.&nbsp; &nbsp; Especially how he moves out to the living room.&nbsp; Heading to the couch to sit and get the remote.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Pondering over this, while she clean up the table.&nbsp; Yes clean up the dirty dishes.&nbsp; &nbsp; She wasn't that far gone, in be a bitch.&nbsp; That she didn't clean up after herself an man.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well her brother that is.&nbsp; &nbsp;It come to her while she is taking and putting the dirty plates and pots in the dishwasher.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew just how to get a reaction out of Shawn.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With a smirk and bounce to her step she head into the living room.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Shawn can you look at something for me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can't get a good look at it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unless with a mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;A have a small mole.&nbsp; Kind of worried it might be cancerous."</em> <br><br>She ask as she approached the couch.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 22:51:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Shawn wanted to avoid this, he also wanted to avoid any suspicion, it would sound and look completely wrong if he didn't pretend to be concerned with this. In a way he was concerned, though he knew the mole she was talking about was probably as harmless as a kitten. It didn't even matter where it would be located, getting too close to her at this point would prove fatal to his already futile attempts to act normal.<br><br>"I guess it can't be helped." his voice sounded surprisingly normal compared to what Shawn had expected, "Where is it?" he asked. While his voice did sound as calm as ever, the way he moved his body around still gave him away. As if his body refused to listen to what Shawn told it to do. The urge to just pull her on top of him and have his way with her on the couch was strong, thankfully his nerves undermined the courage to do such a thing.<br><br>Not moving a muscle, afraid that his shaking hands would give him away, he waited for her to show this harmless mole. Chances were slim that she wouldn't notice anything strange, if she didn't already, and those chances only seemed to get smaller every second that passed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 01:21:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yvonne is in full mold.&nbsp; A sort of search and destroy.&nbsp; The vicious seditious female.&nbsp; That ruined perfectly good men.&nbsp; She could not help it.&nbsp; It is who she is.&nbsp; As she steps up on the coffee table in front of the couch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Posturing with feet spread apart, legs splayed open.&nbsp; She hike up her dress. Revealing her smooth shaven delight.&nbsp; &nbsp;She point to a small harmless mole just off her labia on the left side.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"See here, right next to my cuter kitty Shawn. Is it cancerous.&nbsp; Do you think it is.&nbsp; Go ahead and look, it don't bite.&nbsp; &nbsp;</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:45:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn instinctively knew it was time for something drastic, unless he wanted to change both his and Yvonne's life for the worse right now, he had to do something to stop him from giving in. He knew he would've pretended this wasn't a big deal, but even with his immense willpower, it was now merely a drop of water on a hot plate, completely pointless. It was very unlike her to just act like this, either she was on to something, or more likely she was trying to mess with his mind.<br><br>It came completely unexpected and Shawn could no longer hold himself back, so this was the only option. As quick as light he stood up and took Yvonne's waist with his hands, pulling her up and basically throwing her on the couch. For a split second his eyes revealled how he really wanted to continue, and the struggle inside of his own mind could no longer be hidden. Before she got the chance to move, he held her in place by grabbing her wrists and pressing her firmly against the couch.<br><br>Time had done him good, Shawn was far stronger than he looked and at this point he didn't have enough self-control to hold back. "If you think you can play me like any other man, you are sorely mistaking! Damned Yvonne, what the hell are you thinking?! That I'll just let you run away and ruin your life again?! I'm your brother for crying out loud! Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore?!" <br><br>Unintentionally he had pressed his bulge up against her while making sure she would stay in place, before she got the chance to react, Shawn let her go and instantly disappeared into his bedroom. The raging lust inside of him didn't allow him to think clearly, if he had actually stayed after yelling in her face, it might have been convincing. It might have fooled her that he didn't actually longed for her, but he couldn't stay in the same room for another second. <br><br>What was worse was that his body was shaking far too much that he couldn't even masturbate to clear his mind. Even though it shocked him that she actually did this, what shocked him more were his own thoughts. To think this actually would've ended up with him ravaging the woman he loved like no man had ever loved a woman before, taking her by force, was terrifying. Not to mention the only other thing he currently felt was regret, regret that he didn't.<br><br>This was only the first day and already had it come to this, there had to be some way he could have his way with her body without her knowing of this. Especially after this, Shawn would give his soul to know what was going on in that beautiful mind of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 23:40:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn sudden action as he leaped up and grab a hold of her.&nbsp; Throwing her down onto the couch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Catches Yvonne by complete surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;A shocked gasp escapes from her.&nbsp; Before she can even rise up.&nbsp; &nbsp;He has her wrists and is forcing the back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Holding her firm against the couch.&nbsp; As he presses up against her.<br><br>He scolds her then with his words.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking what she is doing as playing him.&nbsp; She was, he was right about that.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before she can offer more thought up.&nbsp; She realize the bulge that pressed against her<br><br>But then Shawn suddenly pulls away.&nbsp; &nbsp;Storming off to his bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving her to totally confused.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she goes back to the bulge.&nbsp; Had he been pressing a knee against her.&nbsp; Her eyes would alight with what she uncovers in her memory.&nbsp; No it had not been a knee, for you had slipped between her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>You had a hard on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet your words and storming off.&nbsp; It throws her off.&nbsp; So her thoughts are unsure.&nbsp; <br><br>She would then reach for the remote. And she would flick the channel then.&nbsp; &nbsp;She push the knowledge away of the bulge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not wanting to go there in her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, the seed has been planted and is in the back of her mind.<br><br>~~~~~~~<br><br>Shawn's cell phone rings:
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:28:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Still confused about what recently happened, Shawn didn't instantly notice that his cell phone was ringing. But even when he did, the unrecognized number made him a bit reluctant to pick up. Some prank call or any other annoying phone call wasn't exactly something he was waiting for. Even so, whoever was trying to reach him didn't seem to want to give in to him not picking up. In the end he realised a little distraction was probably a good thing, wether it was a good distraction or a bad one.<br><br>"This is Shawn speaking." he said rather formal after finally pressing that 'Accept Call' button, hoping whoever was calling him to be about something serious. Work preferably, anything to give his mind some time to recover.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 23:35:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Voice on other end of the call, it is a mans voice; <em>"Hello this is U.S. marshall&nbsp; Cody Banks.&nbsp; &nbsp;This is Shawn?"</em><br><br>As the person introduces themselves on the other end of the line.&nbsp; <br><br>~~~~<br><br>Yvonne&nbsp; flicked through the channels.&nbsp; She pause on on MTV, as The Brett Michaels 'Rock of love road trip'&nbsp; is on.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was just the thing she needed to watch.&nbsp; Something mindless, watching the bimbos professing their love.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was indeed amusing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As she watched it, she realize she fit right in with the show.&nbsp; Actually they were over dress compared to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She glance towards where Shawn had gone.&nbsp; As she ponders if she could slip out.&nbsp; Head next door to Henry.&nbsp; As she is horny, and it has been awhile.&nbsp; &nbsp; But for now she just turns back to her mindless television fare.&nbsp; &nbsp;As a hand slips between her thighs and she begins rubbing herself, absently.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 00:08:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shawn's heart skipped a beat, this wasn't no ordinary phone call, Yvonne had run off. She must have, else he wouldn't be receiving this phone call. Before even responding, he quickly left his bedroom hearing the television in the background wasn't reassuring him at all. Why did she run off? Was it his actions? Even though he really regretted them, she did provoke him to take them, if she only knew what would have happened otherwise.<br><br>The fast pace of his heartbeats swiftly slowed down once he caught a glimpse of Yvonne still sitting in the couch however. The amount of relief couldn't be described. The idea of her running away still changed something inside of him, he had only gotten her back recently and he couldn't just allow this to happen. If she did not try now, he knew she would try later. He vaguely recalled a pack of sleeping pills he had bought a while ago. Shawn hadn't tried them yet, but if it would keep him from having a heart attack or sleepless because he had to worry about her trying to escape during the night, he could try to slip a few in her drink.<br><br>"Yes, as I said, this is Shawn. What's the matter?" he asked, nearly a whisper, not trying to alarm Yvonne. When glancing her way again however, he did something strange, but Shawn couldn't get a good look from where he was standing. It was hard to get a good look and stay hidden at the same time, but in the end he thought he had pulled it off pretty nicely.<br><br>What he saw invoked another mixture of feelings inside of him, a thing that seemed to happen quite often lately. So often that in such a short time, he almost had gotten used to it. To see Yvonne masturbate, in his couch, in his home, it was hard to believe this was real. Even though he knew it wasn't so, deep inside Shawn was hoping she was thinking of him. That it was him caressing her between her thighs, kissing her neck, fondling her breasts. Perhaps.. perhaps he could be that man.. maybe he could actually touch her body the way he always wanted to, just maybe when she was asleep he could..<br><br>He almost forgot about the phonecall, one he would much rather hang up on the Marshall to enjoy the show.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 02:01:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yvonne is self absorbed.&nbsp; A whole lot indulgent.&nbsp; As she really got into masturbating.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would push against her fingers and hand.&nbsp; As she rubbed herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;That she did not notice the quick peek that Shawn gave in on her.&nbsp; Catching her in the very act.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile as Shawn looked on this scene.&nbsp; The voice would continue, the U.S. Marshall.<br><br><em>"Shawn, a bold move on your part.&nbsp; A very bold move.&nbsp; In regards to stepping up and becoming your sister's guardian.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially after what happened.&nbsp; &nbsp;Speaking of such, you do realize it is a matter of time before they find out where she has disappeared to.&nbsp; All they have to do is check the court records.&nbsp; Which is open, you know public domain.&nbsp; Now don't worry, I have for the moment see to it that those files have been misplaced.&nbsp; &nbsp;They will continue to be missing.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; I do need you to do something.&nbsp; &nbsp;The bank accounts and codes for them."</em><br><br>He wanted the money,&nbsp; the money that Yvonne sits upon.&nbsp; &nbsp;With the knowledge of where it is and what banks it sits in.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"It is a shame you did this out of love for your sister.&nbsp; However, because you would be rich.&nbsp; An even if not, she is your slave you know.&nbsp; If she weren't your sister.&nbsp; You could make her do anything.&nbsp; She could not do anything about it.&nbsp; Oh well enough of that.&nbsp; &nbsp;You have fourty eight hours to get the codes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or else I am going to the my second option.&nbsp; Through less, it will garner me some money."</em><br><br>Of course that option was giving your name to the mob.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would not wait for a response.&nbsp; As the U.S. Marshall Cody Banks would hangup then.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving you with, you have just 48 hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le RandomBloke</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 20:06:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What the Marshall said to him was anything but what he had expected, it completely blew him away, so much that he stopped enjoying Yvonne's unintended show. Shawn knew she was involved with the mob. But money? What money? Heck, he was prepared to even fight off mobsters if that was what it took to protect her, but this what not a mobster. Well, he was in many ways, but that's not how everyone else would see it. What the hell was he supposed to do now? As if didn't have enough issues to deal with as it was.<br><br>A few of his words seemed to have more effect than the ones that described what would happen if he didn't listen to what he was told. <em>'She is your slave you know..'</em>, a thing he already knew, but hearing someone else say it made Shawn look at the situation in a whole different light. The Marshall was right about many things, Shawn did love her, just far more than someone who is a mere criminal could understand.<br><br>There was however a new understanding, Shawn knew he had to approach Yvonne in a different way. Be strong and not let himself get taken over by his lust and love, rules had to be made. Of course, a little fun on the side which she would never be able to find out couldn't be left out. Just like this situation, he wouldn't interrupt Yvonne as she was still masturbating, no, why would he do that? In fact, this was exactly what he needed before actually confronting her. The good thing about her dissapearance years ago was that this new side of him wouldn't seem strange, as time did tend to chance people.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Breaking the ties of the womb. (Moi et Asherah)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 22:57:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yvonne would stifle a small cry.&nbsp; As she has brought herself to a small orgasm.&nbsp; She lift up her pelvic and push into her hand.&nbsp; As her fingers worked even quicker.&nbsp; As she reached the desired result.&nbsp; <br><br>She has not noticed you at all behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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