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[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.
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.]
[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.]
Well, [she tilts her head again] most of the sketches I saw were just the breasts at rest, right? The kind of thing you could draw by seeing them... [Relm could have drawn those from looking at her, or their mother, or models in swimsuits.]
[Surely, her would be the first bare breasts Relm had seen since she was breastfed but she's greedy. She wants more and more and to take more "firsts" from her sister. She shifts ever so slightly, feeling her own forbidden excitement. Even if her greed backfired and she were kicked out, she could probably just retreat to her room with a toy. She probably could have done that from the second she heard Relm's gasping through the door. The sight she'd managed to catch was already worth it, though.]
I wouldn't suggest draping anything over them but... What about resting something in-between them? [her eyes flick down again and she looks back up quickly, not wanting to be caught] ... like a water bottle, or maybe one of your brushes? That's something you don't see as often, right?
Or, [don't sound too eager, don't let it show,] if we were to drip something on top to make them shine? [to make them slippery, more inviting, easier to imagine sliding between]
[Surely, her would be the first bare breasts Relm had seen since she was breastfed but she's greedy. She wants more and more and to take more "firsts" from her sister. She shifts ever so slightly, feeling her own forbidden excitement. Even if her greed backfired and she were kicked out, she could probably just retreat to her room with a toy. She probably could have done that from the second she heard Relm's gasping through the door. The sight she'd managed to catch was already worth it, though.]
I wouldn't suggest draping anything over them but... What about resting something in-between them? [her eyes flick down again and she looks back up quickly, not wanting to be caught] ... like a water bottle, or maybe one of your brushes? That's something you don't see as often, right?
Or, [don't sound too eager, don't let it show,] if we were to drip something on top to make them shine? [to make them slippery, more inviting, easier to imagine sliding between]
[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.]
[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.
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.
Uh huh... that's what every model I've used has looked like. [She can't go around like, sketching pictures of big bouncing breasts or anything. Not unless she just outright watches porn. Where's Camilla going with this?]
Something in between... [Relm furrows her brow, visibly mulling that over. Lucky for Camilla, she's horny enough for boobs in general that any red flags are smoothed over by the fact that that does sound kind of hot. The brush, especially, it's almost like she's... making her mark on them?
The next suggestion, though, that snaps Relm back to reality and leaves her giving Camilla a wide-eyed look. Drip stuff on them? Like water? Or maybe like that hot candle wax thing she saw one brave trip on the internet...]
So, lemme just get this straight. You want to like... cover your tits in something shiny that draws even more attention to them, while you've got something stuck between them? [She makes a 'hmm' sound, then gives a casual shrug.] Okay, why not. I got some spare brushes on the table right there, give it a shot. And uh, as for the dripping stuff... lotion? Hand soap? [Or maybe a heaping shot of Relm's jizz- no, no, what the fuck is she thinking?]
Something in between... [Relm furrows her brow, visibly mulling that over. Lucky for Camilla, she's horny enough for boobs in general that any red flags are smoothed over by the fact that that does sound kind of hot. The brush, especially, it's almost like she's... making her mark on them?
The next suggestion, though, that snaps Relm back to reality and leaves her giving Camilla a wide-eyed look. Drip stuff on them? Like water? Or maybe like that hot candle wax thing she saw one brave trip on the internet...]
So, lemme just get this straight. You want to like... cover your tits in something shiny that draws even more attention to them, while you've got something stuck between them? [She makes a 'hmm' sound, then gives a casual shrug.] Okay, why not. I got some spare brushes on the table right there, give it a shot. And uh, as for the dripping stuff... lotion? Hand soap? [Or maybe a heaping shot of Relm's jizz- no, no, what the fuck is she thinking?]
[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]
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]
[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.]
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, exactly that! Of course, she can't suggest that, it would take a ridiculous amount of obfuscation for no red flags to come up on that. She just needed to evoke the image, though. If she evokes the image, planted the idea in Relm's head about finishing that little jerk-off session on her big sister's tits...]
[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
If only there were something more convenient...
[She could play the long game.]
I just think it would be fun! [she giggles, shoulders and breasts bouncing with the movement. After that, he'll go for one of the brushes. It's not quite a comparable size but it was something closely associated with Relm herself. That had to be worth something, too. Before returning to her spot, she experimentally rests it between her breasts and squeezes them together. Perfect.]
Baby oil is pretty fun to use for something like that. [Just that hint of experience to taunt Relm with, to make her imagine it,] There's lotion in my room but, well... I wouldn't want to upset the flow of your work. [She settles back down, tits resting on the sheets, idly swirling the paintbrush with a finger as if it were a straw in a drink.]
If only there were something more convenient...
I-I'm not shy!
[ None of their siblings were shy... and his mother hadn't been, his father certainly wasn't. As a result, he couldn't be. He lets out a soft huff, rubbing his cheek before he started to undress. As expected, though Aspen is relatively dainty (obviously gained his mother's nimble physique) he is still a man; still with a flat chest, even with his pinched-in waist and deceptively round hips. He doesn't undress completely because despite his protests, he is too shy to be completely naked in front of her, but just down to his breeches before he starts to pull the dress on, trying to be careful.
A dress is much easier to put on compared to the modifications to his shirts and jackets that're put in place to make him look like a good prince. Aspen lets out a loud sigh of relief, face still tinged a bit pink as his wings flutter with a telltale sign of happiness. ]
Do you really think this isn't strange?
[ He smooths the skirt down, expression turning from contented and shy to unsure. Even he can't deny that the dress she made for him fits like a glove, and really skews his appeal towards being more womanly. ]
[ None of their siblings were shy... and his mother hadn't been, his father certainly wasn't. As a result, he couldn't be. He lets out a soft huff, rubbing his cheek before he started to undress. As expected, though Aspen is relatively dainty (obviously gained his mother's nimble physique) he is still a man; still with a flat chest, even with his pinched-in waist and deceptively round hips. He doesn't undress completely because despite his protests, he is too shy to be completely naked in front of her, but just down to his breeches before he starts to pull the dress on, trying to be careful.
A dress is much easier to put on compared to the modifications to his shirts and jackets that're put in place to make him look like a good prince. Aspen lets out a loud sigh of relief, face still tinged a bit pink as his wings flutter with a telltale sign of happiness. ]
Do you really think this isn't strange?
[ He smooths the skirt down, expression turning from contented and shy to unsure. Even he can't deny that the dress she made for him fits like a glove, and really skews his appeal towards being more womanly. ]
Maybe... yeah, I think you're right. [It's so not fair that she can jiggle on command like that. It makes Relm's head feel light and her cock want to strain. God, how she wants to grab it and start yanking right now, there's a huge pair of luscious breasts right there, she could hit them from here with her cum...
But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.
But she can't. It's her sister. Camilla would never forgive her.]
Oh.
[But what if she never knows?]
I don't have any baby oil or anything... [The mental image of them glistening and slippery makes the idea she's getting all the more enticing. Relm does have a bottle of hand lotion in her nightstand, she uses it for exactly what Camilla walked in on her doing, but she doesn't mention it.]
I um... I've got an idea. But you have to close your eyes while I put it on you. It's, uh, a special formula of mixed up lotion and stuff, and I don't want you memorizing how I make it and selling it behind my back.
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.]
Are you certain you do not wish to have this?
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?
Hm? [She acts like the question has entirely caught her off guard. After all, she has almost everything she wants right within the confines of this room. It's hard to imagine being so starved for comfort that she'd deny her sweet little sister.]
I have everything I could possibly need, don't I?
[She nibbles on a shortbread cookie, delighted by how it almost melts in her mouth. It was certainly made with love. She'd tasted so many delicacies but anything Amane made would certainly be better, to her. And just just because Amane worked so hard to make them perfect.]
I'm very comfortable, Amane. Here, here, share with me. These are delightful.
[She could praise Amane's cooking without necessarily saying it was hers. It was the truth, after all. Camilla offers a cookie, very clearly expecting Amane to pluck it from her hand with her lips.]
I have everything I could possibly need, don't I?
[She nibbles on a shortbread cookie, delighted by how it almost melts in her mouth. It was certainly made with love. She'd tasted so many delicacies but anything Amane made would certainly be better, to her. And just just because Amane worked so hard to make them perfect.]
I'm very comfortable, Amane. Here, here, share with me. These are delightful.
[She could praise Amane's cooking without necessarily saying it was hers. It was the truth, after all. Camilla offers a cookie, very clearly expecting Amane to pluck it from her hand with her lips.]
Ah, are they?
[She wonders if her sister knows she made them or not, but it almost doesn't matter, because warmth and colour touches her cheeks at hearing her praise.
Everything Camilla does seems so effortlessly graceful and perfect...Amane is always looking to her as her role model, and when she takes a bite of that cookie, she watches her sister not spill a single crumb in spite of the crumbly nature of shortbread.
She...has a beautiful mouth, now that she's paying attention, but of course, she does--all of her is beautiful--but her mouth is lush and full, lovely for smiling, wonderful for kissing. She very rarely asks for the latter--she barely has to--but her sister's kisses are always so warm and soft...
Where was she, ah yes. Oh! Camilla offers her a cookie and while Amane would prefer t accept it more gracefully under other circumstances, it's also food? It's food. Few things make her...not forget herself entirely, but become laxer, and food is one of them. She isn't about to fuss about eating one cookie like this, and she bends over to take it away with her teeth.]
[She wonders if her sister knows she made them or not, but it almost doesn't matter, because warmth and colour touches her cheeks at hearing her praise.
Everything Camilla does seems so effortlessly graceful and perfect...Amane is always looking to her as her role model, and when she takes a bite of that cookie, she watches her sister not spill a single crumb in spite of the crumbly nature of shortbread.
She...has a beautiful mouth, now that she's paying attention, but of course, she does--all of her is beautiful--but her mouth is lush and full, lovely for smiling, wonderful for kissing. She very rarely asks for the latter--she barely has to--but her sister's kisses are always so warm and soft...
Where was she, ah yes. Oh! Camilla offers her a cookie and while Amane would prefer t accept it more gracefully under other circumstances, it's also food? It's food. Few things make her...not forget herself entirely, but become laxer, and food is one of them. She isn't about to fuss about eating one cookie like this, and she bends over to take it away with her teeth.]
[Oh, jeez. She chalks it up to a coincidence, but hearing a woman tell her how big she is isn't helping things.]
Mom, what? No way.
[Soleil gives her mother a baffled look. She would think it was a bad joke if not for the look on the woman's face.]
I don't hate you one bit. I've got the coolest, most beautiful, nicest mother in the world. Why would I hever hate you, silly?
[Sure, Soleil has been sad and frustrated on more than one occasion due to having to be away from her parents, but not once has she felt anything like hate towards either of them. Her puppycrush on her mother would never allow that.]
I'll make up for everything. I promise. Whatever it necessary to bring a smile to that pretty face, heehee.
[Yeah, anything. Not that her mind is coming up with any ideas in particular, but for the sake of making her mother happy, she totally thinks she is willing to go through with anything. ]
Mom, what? No way.
[Soleil gives her mother a baffled look. She would think it was a bad joke if not for the look on the woman's face.]
I don't hate you one bit. I've got the coolest, most beautiful, nicest mother in the world. Why would I hever hate you, silly?
[Sure, Soleil has been sad and frustrated on more than one occasion due to having to be away from her parents, but not once has she felt anything like hate towards either of them. Her puppycrush on her mother would never allow that.]
I'll make up for everything. I promise. Whatever it necessary to bring a smile to that pretty face, heehee.
[Yeah, anything. Not that her mind is coming up with any ideas in particular, but for the sake of making her mother happy, she totally thinks she is willing to go through with anything. ]
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