[Camilla thought of herself as very fortunate, now. Once in her life, she hadn't been, but all of that had turned around when her little sister came into the world. Suddenly, she had something that was more important than anything in the world, her darling little Sanae.]
[There were so many troubles in the world, though. Sanae was so cute, after all, she'd definitely be lusted over by all sorts of boys. That's why it was a relief for Sanae herself to choose to inherit a relative's shrine. The gods would surely help her keep perverts away from her dear sister. The fact that their parents insisted on Camilla moving to the small home by the shrine with her was just coincidentally wonderful. She planned to make sure her little sister was impeccably cared for. She would be the best sister in the world, even a better mother than their mother, she swore that to herself the day they moved in.]
[Nothing filled her heart with joy more than Sanae's sleepy face in the morning, or surprising her with treats at the end of a long day, or masturbating in her bed when she was busy.]
[Totally normal, right?]
[That said, something had been different recently... Her precious Sanae seemed to be avoiding her, taking a long time in the bathroom, and her face was flushed more often. She was starting to worry. ... So! It was time to foster some closeness.]
Sanae, sweetie... [hope you don't mind your bath time being interrupted, by a knock at the door, little sis]
Let's take a bath together, like we used to. I'll wash your back for you, darling. [and then she's going to open the door regardless of response!]
-Words could hardly do justice to how deep Sanae's love for Camilla ran. She had always seemed so strong, wise, yet gentle and caring with her when she needed it. When she'd cry, Camilla was the pillow she cried into. When she had moments of happiness and triumph, Camilla was who she shared them with. From when she was a little girl, until she was given charge of the Moriya Shrine, Camilla had been a pillar in her live, and she couldn't imagine life without her.
But when the 'family secret' finally came (that she didn't know was a family secret) to her in her age, after so many other physical developments, Sanae became deeply afraid that she'd lose that if Camilla ever found out what had become of her. It wasn't a rational fear by any means, Camilla had been with her through pretty much everything else, even when her breasts came in like bats out of hell. But this felt way different!
And she couldn't ignore the increased arousal that came with it, either. Longer mornings with herself, alone, touching while she thought of her sister's perfect, gorgeous body. Time in the bath, furiously trying to get off so she could project those wrong-headed thoughts from her mind. It had become her sanctuary, for a moment...
A moment shattered in one big moment when Camilla burst in.-
N-neesama!! -Sanae yelped, jamming her hands into the water, desperate to hide the secret, hoping both would be enough.-
U-um, w-wouldn't you prefer to be by yourself? I know you bought that new soap for yourself last time at market and... -The soap that smelled of lilac and wisteria. A perfect scent for her beautiful sister... No no! Don't think like that, especially not right now!-
[Oh... it does break her heart that Sanae doesn't want to take a bath with her. Still, she wasn't the type to give up easily.]
I haven't seen you as much, Sanae... you know, I'd throw out every bit of that soap if you asked me to. [She was way more valuable than alone time with some soap. Anyways, she starts unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a black and lacy bra underneath. She carefully peers at her sister, wondering what could be wrong. There was definitely something she was hiding. It was her job to figure it out.]
Do you, [she reaches back and- pop- undoes the hook on her bra. It immediately falls off her body. Those breasts, that were barely contained to start with, heave a bit in their freedom] not want to spend time with your sister anymore, Sanae?
[she folds her arms under her chest, which pops them back up a little again]
If I've done something to make you hate me, let me fix it...
-It was heart-breaking to hear her sister talk like that, but it wasn't as if she could keep up eye contact when she was undressed like that! Sanae ducked her head low, staring a hole into the water itself, face deeply red.-
N-no! That's definitely not it! I could never hate you! -She shook her head for emphasis.- I just... -No, if she said 'needed privacy', it wouldn't help the situation at all. But she couldn't lie, either...-
I just... -Nope. Nothing was coming to her... She really should come clean, shouldn't she? But...-
If I tell you, you have to promise not to change how you think of me, nee-sama... Promise me, okay? -She turned back towards Camilla, though her eyes were still downcast.-
[That commentary does make her pause in undressing. Something was certainly wrong. She was starting to guess by the color of her face. Had Sanae finally found someone she liked? No. She wasn't ready for that, yet. Still, if it were true, she still couldn't show any of that sadness to her sister's face.]
[Camilla kneels down by the tub, reaching her hand out to gently touch Sanae's face. She gently drags her fingers along her cheek, going back to brush her hair behind her ear.]
Oh, darling... no force in the world could ever change how I think of you. You can tell me anything, anything at all, and you'll still be my perfect little sister.
[Some people at Camilla's work would ask her: don't you feel jealous, having such a talented little sister? That thought had never crossed Camilla's mind, though. Why would she be jealous? She was proud of Relm's paintings and drawings. Every last one of them was filled with so much emotion, so much of Relm, and if she was ever lonely she could just look at some of those drawings and feel like her sister was right there with her.]
[So, she usually would take some sneak-peeks of Relm's private sketchbook whenever she could. The first time she found a page of female figures, she had assumed it was just practice work. Then, a few days later, there were three pages, then there were six, and every single one of them seemed much more focused on the breasts than anything else.]
[Poor Relm. She was itching for puberty, wasn't she? Even though she was such a lovely girl to start with. Maybe she just needed some reassuring. That was her intention, coming to her sister's door, but,]
[Oh. Were those the faintest sounds of breathing she could catch? It certainly didn't sound like painting. It makes her heartrate beat faster and she wonders if she shouldn't just listen at the door. If she stands around too long, though, Mother might be suspicious. It was better to just go in. After all, it was natural, wasn't it? To explore oneself as they got older? And she could always say she didn't hear anything and this was all an unfortunate accident.]
[Relm gets about two seconds between the knock and the door opening.]
[It's just not fair! She's been thirteen years old for months now, every one of her friends are starting to blossom forth, but Relm just can't seem to grow any kind of decent tits. Her memory is kind of hazy going that far back, but she's convinced herself she's certain that Camilla was a B-cup by now. Relm, though... she's still in a training bra. Even cupping the barely-there mounds and pressing them together barely gets her anything.
It's totally unfair. She's a mature young lady, not some dumb kid. Relm is smart for her age, speaking and thinking on a level at least several years above her, but what she got in brains, she didn't get in a body. Her ass is only a little plump, her hips aren't anything interesting at all... at least her dick has grown a little since she became aware that touching it feels really good. She can wrap her entire hand around it and still have over an inch poke out above.
Artists draw what they feel, and Relm is no exception. Her public paintings, the ones that go to art shows and get sold for big money as the work of the kid genius painter, are still clean, but in her private sketchbooks (that no one is supposed to be going through...) it's another matter. Growing up around two exceedingly busty women has given her plenty of inspiration, so she has no trouble drawing the female form. Sometimes clothed, sometimes nude, always with huge tits. As it gets worse, she even starts drawing only boobs, forget everything else.
She's certainly worked herself up that fateful day when Camilla knocks on her door. Biting down on her lip, she's lying down on her bed, stripped to the skin, one hand on her barely-there breast and the other covered in lotion and stroking her cock. Camilla and their mother are home, but it's okay, she's sure she locked the door. Breathing hard, occasionally moaning, and waiting with a tissue to collect her eventual emission, she can feel herself getting close...
When there's a knock at the door. That snaps her out of her fantasies of thrusting her dick between a huge, lush pair of breasts, but aside from a glance at the door, she ignores it.
Wait. The lock is in the horizontal position. That means that it...]
C-Camilla! Don't come until I say so!
[She frantically tries to grab a pillow and cover herself, but it's way too late. Camilla had more than enough opportunity to see everything, much to Relm's immense humiliation... and, though she doesn't quite realize it yet, exhilaration. Getting walked in on while she was touching herself, why does this crap happen to her?]
[It was exactly what she thought it was. There was a surge of excitement seeing her sister's lithe, smooth body. The way she covered herself up was so cute! Ah, she wanted to tell her to move the pillow so should could commit it to memory, but that would be too much.]
[If she did that, Relm might get angry at her. Well, angrier than being walked in on by her sister while masturbating. She needed to play this carefully.]
Oh, my, I'm sorry, darling. [But she doesn't, like, try to leave the room or anything. Instead, she simply makes sure the door is closed behind her and- click locks it herself. She makes a good show of looking apologetic, though. She folds her hands together, resting them in the nook between her own breasts (and, of course, she was wearing a low-cut top today).]
And to think, I was coming in here to tell you to be more careful anyways...
[Wait, what is she doing? The right thing to do in this situation is the apologize profusely, walk back outside, and leave the sibling you just walked in on to wallow in their shame. Camilla shutting the door behind her and even locking it only makes Relm clutch her pillow harder to her chest.]
A-are you drunk? What are you doing in here?
[And why did she have to wear that shirt? It clings right to her tits, and as low cut as it is, it's giving Relm some... unsisterly thoughts. In fact, she might just be starting to realize the breasts she was fantasizing out a second ago might be the ones right in front of her face.]
[Oh, drunk, that was a good idea, she should have just pretended to be tipsy and let one thing lead to another. Well, for now, she sticks at the door, careful not to scare her sister further.]
Well, I overheard Mother speaking about wanting to clean your room sometime soon...
I figured I should warn you in case you had any dirty magazines. [Or, you know, were panting and moaning on her bed, looking so delectable.]
And, actually, I started cleaning it a little yesterday, just to try and do you a favor so that you could focus on your paintings... and I found your private sketchbook. [She's found all her private sketchbooks, really, and it's been going on far longer than that. For now, though, this gives her the best angle of approach.]
[When Camilla first found out she was with child, she swore to give that child all the love she hadn't gotten as a child. However, life got in the way. Due to a few rough years with Laslow's dance company, she needed to keep up her own job creating designer wedding dresses. She loved her job but her heart ached of the idea of cute little Soleil being raised by the nanny.]
[When her cute, tiny, pure Soleil told her as a child, "I'm going to marry Miss Felicia!" well, then, that was enough of that. There was still so little time between them, though. Really, it was the best idea to have Soleil attend a boarding school so that both parents could work most of the year and then put their utmost effort into when she came home.]
[Except for now that Camilla was shifting into a company format which meant she had much more free time. The letter telling Soleil she could come home for good after this semester was filled with so many excited scribbled hearts that it was hard to believe a grown career-woman wrote it.]
[And things were blissful when she got back! Well, at least for the first month or so. Then, Laslow had to go on another tour. The more time off also meant she got more lonely when he was gone. At least her darling daughter was here. She'd clearly gained Camilla's good-looks and Laslow's propensity for flirting. She was so perfect and Camilla had missed so much time with her, and for what? Nothing that really mattered.]
[So, she needed to make up for it! Even if some of the things she suggested seemed... inappropriate, at Soleil's current age.]
Sweetie! [Camilla peers her head into her daughter's room. Oh, that felt so good to think! It was really Soleil's room, now, not just a place she stayed for a week or so.] Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight? [She was all ready for bed which, for her, meant a barely-there negligee. After all, they were family, no reason to be self-conscious.]
[Growing up in a boarding school was frustrating for Soleil. There were the standard reasons that many of the other children complained about--being away from the family, mainly--which was certainly the case for Soleil, but there was one key factor that made her experience unique. Even before puberty she clearly had an affinity towards girls and now that her hormones were raging and she was in the prime of her life, that only became more clear, which meant being around so many cute girls day in and day out was overwhelming.
She had always had a crush on her mother. Her obvious fits of jealousy towards her father was evidence of that. Daughter or not, anyone with eyes could see Camilla was gorgeous. So, Soleil occasionally entertained lingering thoughts about her mother--inappropriate ones that she blamed on being around cute girls day in and day out only to suddenly be around one girl, period. The fact that one girl was her mother was irrelevant to a constantly stimulated and horny teenager.
When Soleil learned she would be returning home for good, she assumed those inappropriate thoughts would stop. After all, she may lack shame, but she had just enough shame to know she shouldn't be thinking about her mother like that. To Soleil's frustration--sexually and otherwise--things only got worse the more time she spent at home. Being as hormonal and horny as she was, her body decided the best course of action would be to focus on the only woman around her now--even if that woman was her mother. Sparing lingering glances at her mother's figure, her mother's face popping up at inappropriate times, finding herself stimulated by simple hugs and kisses--Soleil really needed to find a way to vent, fast, but she was not having luck finding girls back home.
So, tonight, Soleil's plan is to work through...her issues and get right to bed, a plan that is foiled the moment her mother comes into her room. Soleil lets out a sigh of relief; if her mother had come only minutes later, it would have been much more embarrassing. Still, she keeps her cool--she is used to her mother walking in like this.]
--Mom? Seriously?
[Even though it has only been making her frustrations worse, Soleil has enjoyed her father being away so she could be, in a way, the man of the house, getting all of Mother's attention and helping take care of her and everything.
This may be her mother she is looking at, but she has fantasized about enough lonely housewives for her first thought to be inappropriate and immediately shoved out of mind. The lingerie does not help.]
Ah, jeez. Don't tell me you had a bad dream, heehee. Okay, okay. I'm coming.
[She regrets that. She is not getting any sleep if it means spending the night horny and in no position to deal with it. Still, she cannot say no to her mother. She slides out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers and a white t-shirt, and walks over while doing her best to keep eye contact.]
[The lingerie doesn't help along with the fact her mother is currently a lonely housewife. Whether it's purposefully or not lies up for debate. The same could be said for the fact her poor, sweet, darling Soleil couldn't really find a girlfriend in town. It may or may not be involved with how scary Camilla could be while still outwardly smiling.]
Oh, do I need to have a bad dream to want to sleep with my baby? [Maybe she just wanted to! It's so hard to fall asleep without someone to snuggle and who better to snuggle?]
We have so much time to make up for, Soleil. [... even if her nightclothes weren't as cute. They did suit her, though. Maybe later they could get a matching mother-daughter pair. Either way, she holds out her arm, as if the walk from Soleil's room to her parents' was so long and arduous that they must link arms.]
[If it wasn't over-stimulating hugs, it was clinging onto Soleil's arm, which brushed those breasts against her anyways.]
[Oh, jeez. It is impossible for Soleil to tune out the feeling of breasts against her arm, especially in this state. Her affinity for big tits is not helping. Still, struggle as she might, she continues to do her best to ignore the fact the most attractive woman she has ever seen happens to be on her arm, all because said woman happens to be her mother.
Her willpower is only enough to keep her arousal from becoming visible, but only barely. A pair of boxers won't be doing much to conceal it.]
I'm not sure how much we can make up for while sleeping, Mom.
[Her mother is acting...actually, this is fairly normal, but Soleil is suspicious nonetheless. Still, walking down the hall with a woman on her arm strokes her machismo. This is the kind of thing she should be doing while Father is away, right? Taking his place so Mother is okay?]
Don't worry, though. I'll be here to keep you company. You won't have any bad dreams on my watch.
[She had been lonely when Laslow went out on tours before. She usually threw herself into her work or hosting elaborate social parties. That was slowed down, though, by her new position. She'd wanted that extra time to dote on her daughter but now with her daughter the only one to focus on...]
[Well, she felt that loneliness a little more sharply.]
We'll make up for whatever we can. You've gotten so big and gallant, Soleil. [Whether the "big" had anything to do with the building pressure in her boxers or not was anyone's guess.]
I feel guilty for missing so much of the time when you were just my sweet little girl... [Another squeeze with a heavy sigh, making that chest heave up and down. The last thing she wanted to be was a failure of a mother. Soleil was a lovely young woman but she wondered how much of that was actually hers. It's possible she just became a lovely woman on her own. If that were the case, what could she do to make sure she was taking care of Soleil properly?]
You'd probably have a right to hate me and I don't want that, darling, I really don't... [She wanted Soleil to love her so badly, just as much as she loved her. It was a different type of love than she had for her husband but just as strong.]
[The castle was so stifling at times. Camilla would never dare shirk the responsibilities her father gave her. That would be too risky for herself and her beloved siblings. Still, every now and then, she wished for something different for herself and her family. Now, of course, that came out in twisted and distorted ways because she was loved in a twisted and distorted way.]
[She would never call her love for her siblings distorted, though. It was the purest thing in her life. That love had to be hidden, though, protected from any source of enmity. She always visits with the pretense of studies or needlework or any number of completely valid reasons. What happens once that door is closed, though, is entirely different.]
Aspen, darling. [she coos, pulling a bag out from under her arm.] I've finished your present. ♥
[There were people within the nobility that would lose their minds to know one of the king's sons was interested in wearing women's clothing. They couldn't very well buy any for him or questions would arise. Still, if Camilla were to make one, as a sewing project, well, then there was nothing to suspect! Her careful measurements also made sure it wouldn't interfere with his wings. It was an expression of love.]
Try it on! I'm sure you'll look wonderful! [It's a little understated, not the kind of dress a noblewoman would actually wear. It was still very pretty, though, with sky blue fabric and intricate embroidery evoking feathers.]
Being as fragile as he was, Aspen couldn't very well be allowed on the battlefield, no matter how much he wanted. But... he was good at scholarly pursuits. It was the only thing he could be good at, really. Though young, he'd managed to do quite a lot on his own and even more with tutors and schooling, but... it wasn't quite the same, either. He longed to be like his siblings, grew curious of the world outside of the castle with an insatiable drive. It'd been curbed quite quick by their father, and Aspen kept to himself more often than not, trying to explore his own way.
Camilla was always kind to him. Aspen adored the attention she gave him, though given he was quite starved for it, it made sense. Though he hadn't quite expected this. Looking up from his study, his folded wings perk a bit at her entrance, ambling over to take the bag and then-- ]
Wh--!
[ He stammers, his soft voice drawing down to a whisper, as if anyone else would hear him. ]
I... really? This--I could get you in trouble...!
[ But as he pulls it out and gives it a once over, it really does look pretty... ]
[Aspen being starved for attention was all the more reason for Camilla to give it. She viewed it as simply fulfilling a need, without thinking of how it fulfilled her needs. Because of that, she'd gladly take the risks.]
Don't worry, darling, I said it was just an excuse to get rid of excess fabric. [She hardly had time to sew in private these days, so she practiced her excuses to execute them flawlessly while talking with her other siblings or the noblewomen. Still, it warmed her heart for Aspen to worry for her so.]
No one knows where it's going, so you can at least try it without worrying. [she coaxes him gently. Despite the force and lack of mercy she uses against enemies of the kingdom, she'd never make Aspen do something.]
Mmm... well... you did make it, and I know how busy you are...
[ Aspen can't help but look a little guilty as he passes his fingertips across the fabric, unsure.
But... he was just going to try it, right? He bites his lower lip, thinking it over before a determined glint enters his eyes and he raises his gaze up to Camilla. ]
A--alright. I'll try it! [ He pulls the dress out of the bag fully, looking it over with a smile and draping it over his arm, though he falters as he almost takes off his cravat. He's hesitant, shy, his fair face turning a little pink. ]
Did you... want to see it on me? [ Maybe it's obvious, but... Camilla's kind, but not that kind, is she? ]
[Camilla lets him reason through it by himself. After all, she did have a plan, it wasn't entirely selfless. Still, if Aspen wasn't happy with it, then she wouldn't end up pushing it. She was just pretty sure he'd be happy with her plan, eventually. Her face lights up when he agrees with that little determined look.]
Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, [she coos, clasping her hands together. She hasn't moved an inch when Aspen starts undoing his cravat. After all, that shy face was too precious to bear.]
If it's not too much trouble, Aspen, darling... [she asks with that sort of downcast look, like she was truly excited to see it on him, but would of course back off... if he stood his ground and said so]
I can look away if you're too shy changing. [implying otherwise she would entirely stare]
[When you are eight years apart, your older sibling exists as the sum total of the world itself. They know everything, they can do anything, and they are less a sibling and more a minor deity that blesses your life whenever they choose to spend time with you. That is how life was for Amane with her sister. She followed her around everywhere and was never treated like a pain for it , always listened and believed whatever she had to say, was happy to do what she wanted, because she was always right and treated her with such tender love and care. Never in her childhood can she think of her sister ever doing her wrong, and if she did, it certainly never lasted long at all.
Yes, when you are eight years apart, you can proudly spout the knowledge and secrets your big sister tells you to the admiration and shining eyes of other kids, but it also means you are left behind a lot sooner; Camilla had lived some of her life without Amane in it. Amane had always had her older sister in hers.
Until she hadn't.
All too soon for her liking, Camilla was an adult when Amane hit double digits, she found her footing in life when Amane was only hitting puberty, and by the time she was well into high school, Camilla was incredibly successful, and on her own merits. The age gap never changed, but the distance certainly did.
Certainly, they came from money and she was not so naive to be blind to its advantages, but her sister, for all that she could be doting and sweet, was a force to be reckoned with. Competent, capable, determined, and hardworking, possessed of a keen mind and an unyielding will. Her sister was or had all of those and many more. It was what she loved about her and aspired to be, herself.
It, in turn, placed much more pressure on Amane to perform well, sometimes better, because excellence can only be companion to excellence, and when one is used to staring and high bars, especially as working standards, very good work starts to look less impressive after a while. High expectations become regular expecations. She manages to meet these extolling demands swimmingly, but it never ends. Even if this is her new normal, there is a fear inside that she can never shake. It only grows and festers putridly.
Not enough.
Nothing she ever does is good enough, and when she is seldom praised, it only exacerbates her worries, but not once, not a single time has she ever spared a single resentful thought for her sister. All she wants is to be like her, even if she can never truly hope for such a pipe dream. All she can hope to do is stare at her sister's back, well out of her reach, in more than one way.
Soon...her sister could leave the estate if she wanted to and she would never have to return if she did not. The thought turns sourly in her stomach, but she suppresses it.
For now, Amane knocks on her sister's door, a tray in hand.]
[Camilla was of two worlds. She hated and she loved her family. Her family was intense, well-bred, and an example of excellence. She had grown up knowing she needed to extol those virtues. Often times, she felt more like a symbol than a daughter. Still, she performed dutifully. She assumed there was some failing in herself and eventually that love depicted in fairy tales would come true.]
[Not a love for a prince but a love for family.]
[She still remembers the first time she saw Amane. It had been the moment of her greatest joy and deepest despair. After all, Amane had helped her realize two things. Firstly, she had the capacity for such love inside her in the first place, and secondly, that there was no love to be found from their parents. It wasn't her, it wasn't Amane, it was this family that was devoid of love.]
[She knew she wanted to leave eventually. Even if she never said it, that undercurrent could be felt by the people closest to her.]
[It was Amane that gave her the strength to think like that.]
[She's taking a break from her studies, stitching very carefully to make a monogrammed handkerchief. The "C" for her own name is coming along nicely. After that, she'll add the "A." She hears the knock and immediately a warmness comes to her face when she hears who it is.]
Of course, darling. I always have a moment for you. [Of course, the times Amane actually asked for them was less than the moments she would actually give. She maintained the persona she needed to have as the eldest daughter. Her mental priorities, though, would always come to her little sister first.]
Come in, come in, let me see you. [because it was never enough to see her in the cold family situations.]
[She pauses a moment before she collects herself. Many things stay her from moving, but the fact that she will be in her sister's presence often does the trick as well as hearing her so casually affectionate. To be clear, it is not an unusual thing for Camilla to do so, far from it, it is quite expected, but living at home as Amane does where attention is rare, praise is scarce, and overt love non-existent, she finds herself caught off-guard to be given any of it handily by someone else.
But she is nothing if not adaptable and she adjusts.
Hoisting up the tray higher, Amane carefully opens the door.
She comes bearing gifts of freshly baked goods and tea, all done by her, but she does not offer that information. It's useless and insignificant.]
I...thought perhaps you might be feeling a little peckish.
[The affection could be their little secret. She maintained a bit more of a cold demeanor outside. She was expected to be professional, after all. That cold really only got to lukewarm around her younger sister, though. In the privacy of her own room, though, there wasn't anything to fear.]
Ah, what perfect timing! I was just thinking of taking a break. [It wasn't a lie. The second she heard it was Amane she started thinking of taking a break. The handkerchief is set down on the desk to make way for the tray.]
You're not too busy, are you, sweetie? Come and sit down with me. [She was in the elegant but functional desk chair and there was the more comfortable reading chair nearby. She motions to it. Of course, Amane could have the more cozy place. She left the out for if Amane had other responsibilities to deal with but... of course, she wanted her to stay here, more.]
No...no, I am not. [She could never be too busy for Camilla. She longed to be in her presence far more often, but she worried about being a nuisance in spite of her warm welcomes.
Amane takes a moment to simply...take the sight of her in. She looks so soft and sweet as she does her sewing. It's often such a far cry from the sister she knows she must be, but she's glad she gets to see it. Her sister needs to enjoy herself for her own sake more, even if Amane thinks she's beautiful as a serious force t be reckoned with.
She sits down in the offered chair after a moment of hesitation, having placed the tray down.]
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[There were so many troubles in the world, though. Sanae was so cute, after all, she'd definitely be lusted over by all sorts of boys. That's why it was a relief for Sanae herself to choose to inherit a relative's shrine. The gods would surely help her keep perverts away from her dear sister. The fact that their parents insisted on Camilla moving to the small home by the shrine with her was just coincidentally wonderful. She planned to make sure her little sister was impeccably cared for. She would be the best sister in the world, even a better mother than their mother, she swore that to herself the day they moved in.]
[Nothing filled her heart with joy more than Sanae's sleepy face in the morning, or surprising her with treats at the end of a long day, or masturbating in her bed when she was busy.]
[Totally normal, right?]
[That said, something had been different recently... Her precious Sanae seemed to be avoiding her, taking a long time in the bathroom, and her face was flushed more often. She was starting to worry. ... So! It was time to foster some closeness.]
Sanae, sweetie... [hope you don't mind your bath time being interrupted, by a knock at the door, little sis]
Let's take a bath together, like we used to. I'll wash your back for you, darling. [and then she's going to open the door regardless of response!]
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But when the 'family secret' finally came (that she didn't know was a family secret) to her in her age, after so many other physical developments, Sanae became deeply afraid that she'd lose that if Camilla ever found out what had become of her. It wasn't a rational fear by any means, Camilla had been with her through pretty much everything else, even when her breasts came in like bats out of hell. But this felt way different!
And she couldn't ignore the increased arousal that came with it, either. Longer mornings with herself, alone, touching while she thought of her sister's perfect, gorgeous body. Time in the bath, furiously trying to get off so she could project those wrong-headed thoughts from her mind. It had become her sanctuary, for a moment...
A moment shattered in one big moment when Camilla burst in.-
N-neesama!! -Sanae yelped, jamming her hands into the water, desperate to hide the secret, hoping both would be enough.-
U-um, w-wouldn't you prefer to be by yourself? I know you bought that new soap for yourself last time at market and... -The soap that smelled of lilac and wisteria. A perfect scent for her beautiful sister... No no! Don't think like that, especially not right now!-
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I haven't seen you as much, Sanae... you know, I'd throw out every bit of that soap if you asked me to. [She was way more valuable than alone time with some soap. Anyways, she starts unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a black and lacy bra underneath. She carefully peers at her sister, wondering what could be wrong. There was definitely something she was hiding. It was her job to figure it out.]
Do you, [she reaches back and- pop- undoes the hook on her bra. It immediately falls off her body. Those breasts, that were barely contained to start with, heave a bit in their freedom] not want to spend time with your sister anymore, Sanae?
[she folds her arms under her chest, which pops them back up a little again]
If I've done something to make you hate me, let me fix it...
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N-no! That's definitely not it! I could never hate you! -She shook her head for emphasis.- I just... -No, if she said 'needed privacy', it wouldn't help the situation at all. But she couldn't lie, either...-
I just... -Nope. Nothing was coming to her... She really should come clean, shouldn't she? But...-
If I tell you, you have to promise not to change how you think of me, nee-sama... Promise me, okay? -She turned back towards Camilla, though her eyes were still downcast.-
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[Camilla kneels down by the tub, reaching her hand out to gently touch Sanae's face. She gently drags her fingers along her cheek, going back to brush her hair behind her ear.]
Oh, darling... no force in the world could ever change how I think of you. You can tell me anything, anything at all, and you'll still be my perfect little sister.
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[So, she usually would take some sneak-peeks of Relm's private sketchbook whenever she could. The first time she found a page of female figures, she had assumed it was just practice work. Then, a few days later, there were three pages, then there were six, and every single one of them seemed much more focused on the breasts than anything else.]
[Poor Relm. She was itching for puberty, wasn't she? Even though she was such a lovely girl to start with. Maybe she just needed some reassuring. That was her intention, coming to her sister's door, but,]
[Oh. Were those the faintest sounds of breathing she could catch? It certainly didn't sound like painting. It makes her heartrate beat faster and she wonders if she shouldn't just listen at the door. If she stands around too long, though, Mother might be suspicious. It was better to just go in. After all, it was natural, wasn't it? To explore oneself as they got older? And she could always say she didn't hear anything and this was all an unfortunate accident.]
[Relm gets about two seconds between the knock and the door opening.]
Relm, dearie, how is your painting going?
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It's totally unfair. She's a mature young lady, not some dumb kid. Relm is smart for her age, speaking and thinking on a level at least several years above her, but what she got in brains, she didn't get in a body. Her ass is only a little plump, her hips aren't anything interesting at all... at least her dick has grown a little since she became aware that touching it feels really good. She can wrap her entire hand around it and still have over an inch poke out above.
Artists draw what they feel, and Relm is no exception. Her public paintings, the ones that go to art shows and get sold for big money as the work of the kid genius painter, are still clean, but in her private sketchbooks (that no one is supposed to be going through...) it's another matter. Growing up around two exceedingly busty women has given her plenty of inspiration, so she has no trouble drawing the female form. Sometimes clothed, sometimes nude, always with huge tits. As it gets worse, she even starts drawing only boobs, forget everything else.
She's certainly worked herself up that fateful day when Camilla knocks on her door. Biting down on her lip, she's lying down on her bed, stripped to the skin, one hand on her barely-there breast and the other covered in lotion and stroking her cock. Camilla and their mother are home, but it's okay, she's sure she locked the door. Breathing hard, occasionally moaning, and waiting with a tissue to collect her eventual emission, she can feel herself getting close...
When there's a knock at the door. That snaps her out of her fantasies of thrusting her dick between a huge, lush pair of breasts, but aside from a glance at the door, she ignores it.
Wait. The lock is in the horizontal position. That means that it...]
C-Camilla! Don't come until I say so!
[She frantically tries to grab a pillow and cover herself, but it's way too late. Camilla had more than enough opportunity to see everything, much to Relm's immense humiliation... and, though she doesn't quite realize it yet, exhilaration. Getting walked in on while she was touching herself, why does this crap happen to her?]
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[If she did that, Relm might get angry at her. Well, angrier than being walked in on by her sister while masturbating. She needed to play this carefully.]
Oh, my, I'm sorry, darling. [But she doesn't, like, try to leave the room or anything. Instead, she simply makes sure the door is closed behind her and- click locks it herself. She makes a good show of looking apologetic, though. She folds her hands together, resting them in the nook between her own breasts (and, of course, she was wearing a low-cut top today).]
And to think, I was coming in here to tell you to be more careful anyways...
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A-are you drunk? What are you doing in here?
[And why did she have to wear that shirt? It clings right to her tits, and as low cut as it is, it's giving Relm some... unsisterly thoughts. In fact, she might just be starting to realize the breasts she was fantasizing out a second ago might be the ones right in front of her face.]
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Well, I overheard Mother speaking about wanting to clean your room sometime soon...
I figured I should warn you in case you had any dirty magazines. [Or, you know, were panting and moaning on her bed, looking so delectable.]
And, actually, I started cleaning it a little yesterday, just to try and do you a favor so that you could focus on your paintings... and I found your private sketchbook. [She's found all her private sketchbooks, really, and it's been going on far longer than that. For now, though, this gives her the best angle of approach.]
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[When her cute, tiny, pure Soleil told her as a child, "I'm going to marry Miss Felicia!" well, then, that was enough of that. There was still so little time between them, though. Really, it was the best idea to have Soleil attend a boarding school so that both parents could work most of the year and then put their utmost effort into when she came home.]
[Except for now that Camilla was shifting into a company format which meant she had much more free time. The letter telling Soleil she could come home for good after this semester was filled with so many excited scribbled hearts that it was hard to believe a grown career-woman wrote it.]
[And things were blissful when she got back! Well, at least for the first month or so. Then, Laslow had to go on another tour. The more time off also meant she got more lonely when he was gone. At least her darling daughter was here. She'd clearly gained Camilla's good-looks and Laslow's propensity for flirting. She was so perfect and Camilla had missed so much time with her, and for what? Nothing that really mattered.]
[So, she needed to make up for it! Even if some of the things she suggested seemed... inappropriate, at Soleil's current age.]
Sweetie! [Camilla peers her head into her daughter's room. Oh, that felt so good to think! It was really Soleil's room, now, not just a place she stayed for a week or so.] Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight? [She was all ready for bed which, for her, meant a barely-there negligee. After all, they were family, no reason to be self-conscious.]
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She had always had a crush on her mother. Her obvious fits of jealousy towards her father was evidence of that. Daughter or not, anyone with eyes could see Camilla was gorgeous. So, Soleil occasionally entertained lingering thoughts about her mother--inappropriate ones that she blamed on being around cute girls day in and day out only to suddenly be around one girl, period. The fact that one girl was her mother was irrelevant to a constantly stimulated and horny teenager.
When Soleil learned she would be returning home for good, she assumed those inappropriate thoughts would stop. After all, she may lack shame, but she had just enough shame to know she shouldn't be thinking about her mother like that. To Soleil's frustration--sexually and otherwise--things only got worse the more time she spent at home. Being as hormonal and horny as she was, her body decided the best course of action would be to focus on the only woman around her now--even if that woman was her mother. Sparing lingering glances at her mother's figure, her mother's face popping up at inappropriate times, finding herself stimulated by simple hugs and kisses--Soleil really needed to find a way to vent, fast, but she was not having luck finding girls back home.
So, tonight, Soleil's plan is to work through...her issues and get right to bed, a plan that is foiled the moment her mother comes into her room. Soleil lets out a sigh of relief; if her mother had come only minutes later, it would have been much more embarrassing. Still, she keeps her cool--she is used to her mother walking in like this.]
--Mom? Seriously?
[Even though it has only been making her frustrations worse, Soleil has enjoyed her father being away so she could be, in a way, the man of the house, getting all of Mother's attention and helping take care of her and everything.
This may be her mother she is looking at, but she has fantasized about enough lonely housewives for her first thought to be inappropriate and immediately shoved out of mind. The lingerie does not help.]
Ah, jeez. Don't tell me you had a bad dream, heehee. Okay, okay. I'm coming.
[She regrets that. She is not getting any sleep if it means spending the night horny and in no position to deal with it. Still, she cannot say no to her mother. She slides out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers and a white t-shirt, and walks over while doing her best to keep eye contact.]
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Oh, do I need to have a bad dream to want to sleep with my baby? [Maybe she just wanted to! It's so hard to fall asleep without someone to snuggle and who better to snuggle?]
We have so much time to make up for, Soleil. [... even if her nightclothes weren't as cute. They did suit her, though. Maybe later they could get a matching mother-daughter pair. Either way, she holds out her arm, as if the walk from Soleil's room to her parents' was so long and arduous that they must link arms.]
[If it wasn't over-stimulating hugs, it was clinging onto Soleil's arm, which brushed those breasts against her anyways.]
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Her willpower is only enough to keep her arousal from becoming visible, but only barely. A pair of boxers won't be doing much to conceal it.]
I'm not sure how much we can make up for while sleeping, Mom.
[Her mother is acting...actually, this is fairly normal, but Soleil is suspicious nonetheless. Still, walking down the hall with a woman on her arm strokes her machismo. This is the kind of thing she should be doing while Father is away, right? Taking his place so Mother is okay?]
Don't worry, though. I'll be here to keep you company. You won't have any bad dreams on my watch.
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[Well, she felt that loneliness a little more sharply.]
We'll make up for whatever we can. You've gotten so big and gallant, Soleil. [Whether the "big" had anything to do with the building pressure in her boxers or not was anyone's guess.]
I feel guilty for missing so much of the time when you were just my sweet little girl... [Another squeeze with a heavy sigh, making that chest heave up and down. The last thing she wanted to be was a failure of a mother. Soleil was a lovely young woman but she wondered how much of that was actually hers. It's possible she just became a lovely woman on her own. If that were the case, what could she do to make sure she was taking care of Soleil properly?]
You'd probably have a right to hate me and I don't want that, darling, I really don't... [She wanted Soleil to love her so badly, just as much as she loved her. It was a different type of love than she had for her husband but just as strong.]
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[She would never call her love for her siblings distorted, though. It was the purest thing in her life. That love had to be hidden, though, protected from any source of enmity. She always visits with the pretense of studies or needlework or any number of completely valid reasons. What happens once that door is closed, though, is entirely different.]
Aspen, darling. [she coos, pulling a bag out from under her arm.] I've finished your present. ♥
[There were people within the nobility that would lose their minds to know one of the king's sons was interested in wearing women's clothing. They couldn't very well buy any for him or questions would arise. Still, if Camilla were to make one, as a sewing project, well, then there was nothing to suspect! Her careful measurements also made sure it wouldn't interfere with his wings. It was an expression of love.]
Try it on! I'm sure you'll look wonderful! [It's a little understated, not the kind of dress a noblewoman would actually wear. It was still very pretty, though, with sky blue fabric and intricate embroidery evoking feathers.]
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Being as fragile as he was, Aspen couldn't very well be allowed on the battlefield, no matter how much he wanted. But... he was good at scholarly pursuits. It was the only thing he could be good at, really. Though young, he'd managed to do quite a lot on his own and even more with tutors and schooling, but... it wasn't quite the same, either. He longed to be like his siblings, grew curious of the world outside of the castle with an insatiable drive. It'd been curbed quite quick by their father, and Aspen kept to himself more often than not, trying to explore his own way.
Camilla was always kind to him. Aspen adored the attention she gave him, though given he was quite starved for it, it made sense. Though he hadn't quite expected this. Looking up from his study, his folded wings perk a bit at her entrance, ambling over to take the bag and then-- ]
Wh--!
[ He stammers, his soft voice drawing down to a whisper, as if anyone else would hear him. ]
I... really? This--I could get you in trouble...!
[ But as he pulls it out and gives it a once over, it really does look pretty... ]
I... I don't know...
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Don't worry, darling, I said it was just an excuse to get rid of excess fabric. [She hardly had time to sew in private these days, so she practiced her excuses to execute them flawlessly while talking with her other siblings or the noblewomen. Still, it warmed her heart for Aspen to worry for her so.]
No one knows where it's going, so you can at least try it without worrying. [she coaxes him gently. Despite the force and lack of mercy she uses against enemies of the kingdom, she'd never make Aspen do something.]
[She would just encourage him.]
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[ Aspen can't help but look a little guilty as he passes his fingertips across the fabric, unsure.
But... he was just going to try it, right? He bites his lower lip, thinking it over before a determined glint enters his eyes and he raises his gaze up to Camilla. ]
A--alright. I'll try it! [ He pulls the dress out of the bag fully, looking it over with a smile and draping it over his arm, though he falters as he almost takes off his cravat. He's hesitant, shy, his fair face turning a little pink. ]
Did you... want to see it on me? [ Maybe it's obvious, but... Camilla's kind, but not that kind, is she? ]
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Oh, that makes me so happy to hear, [she coos, clasping her hands together. She hasn't moved an inch when Aspen starts undoing his cravat. After all, that shy face was too precious to bear.]
If it's not too much trouble, Aspen, darling... [she asks with that sort of downcast look, like she was truly excited to see it on him, but would of course back off... if he stood his ground and said so]
I can look away if you're too shy changing. [implying otherwise she would entirely stare]
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Yes, when you are eight years apart, you can proudly spout the knowledge and secrets your big sister tells you to the admiration and shining eyes of other kids, but it also means you are left behind a lot sooner; Camilla had lived some of her life without Amane in it. Amane had always had her older sister in hers.
Until she hadn't.
All too soon for her liking, Camilla was an adult when Amane hit double digits, she found her footing in life when Amane was only hitting puberty, and by the time she was well into high school, Camilla was incredibly successful, and on her own merits. The age gap never changed, but the distance certainly did.
Certainly, they came from money and she was not so naive to be blind to its advantages, but her sister, for all that she could be doting and sweet, was a force to be reckoned with. Competent, capable, determined, and hardworking, possessed of a keen mind and an unyielding will. Her sister was or had all of those and many more. It was what she loved about her and aspired to be, herself.
It, in turn, placed much more pressure on Amane to perform well, sometimes better, because excellence can only be companion to excellence, and when one is used to staring and high bars, especially as working standards, very good work starts to look less impressive after a while. High expectations become regular expecations. She manages to meet these extolling demands swimmingly, but it never ends. Even if this is her new normal, there is a fear inside that she can never shake. It only grows and festers putridly.
Not enough.
Nothing she ever does is good enough, and when she is seldom praised, it only exacerbates her worries, but not once, not a single time has she ever spared a single resentful thought for her sister. All she wants is to be like her, even if she can never truly hope for such a pipe dream. All she can hope to do is stare at her sister's back, well out of her reach, in more than one way.
Soon...her sister could leave the estate if she wanted to and she would never have to return if she did not. The thought turns sourly in her stomach, but she suppresses it.
For now, Amane knocks on her sister's door, a tray in hand.]
Sister...do you have a moment?
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[Not a love for a prince but a love for family.]
[She still remembers the first time she saw Amane. It had been the moment of her greatest joy and deepest despair. After all, Amane had helped her realize two things. Firstly, she had the capacity for such love inside her in the first place, and secondly, that there was no love to be found from their parents. It wasn't her, it wasn't Amane, it was this family that was devoid of love.]
[She knew she wanted to leave eventually. Even if she never said it, that undercurrent could be felt by the people closest to her.]
[It was Amane that gave her the strength to think like that.]
[She's taking a break from her studies, stitching very carefully to make a monogrammed handkerchief. The "C" for her own name is coming along nicely. After that, she'll add the "A." She hears the knock and immediately a warmness comes to her face when she hears who it is.]
Of course, darling. I always have a moment for you. [Of course, the times Amane actually asked for them was less than the moments she would actually give. She maintained the persona she needed to have as the eldest daughter. Her mental priorities, though, would always come to her little sister first.]
Come in, come in, let me see you. [because it was never enough to see her in the cold family situations.]
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But she is nothing if not adaptable and she adjusts.
Hoisting up the tray higher, Amane carefully opens the door.
She comes bearing gifts of freshly baked goods and tea, all done by her, but she does not offer that information. It's useless and insignificant.]
I...thought perhaps you might be feeling a little peckish.
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Ah, what perfect timing! I was just thinking of taking a break. [It wasn't a lie. The second she heard it was Amane she started thinking of taking a break. The handkerchief is set down on the desk to make way for the tray.]
You're not too busy, are you, sweetie? Come and sit down with me. [She was in the elegant but functional desk chair and there was the more comfortable reading chair nearby. She motions to it. Of course, Amane could have the more cozy place. She left the out for if Amane had other responsibilities to deal with but... of course, she wanted her to stay here, more.]
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Amane takes a moment to simply...take the sight of her in. She looks so soft and sweet as she does her sewing. It's often such a far cry from the sister she knows she must be, but she's glad she gets to see it. Her sister needs to enjoy herself for her own sake more, even if Amane thinks she's beautiful as a serious force t be reckoned with.
She sits down in the offered chair after a moment of hesitation, having placed the tray down.]
Are you certain you do not wish to have this?
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