THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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"There's a quietness about you that I can't quite place Wayne." my Uncle remarked, wearing a blue suit with gold buttons that stood out against my brown jacket.
"Is it alarming?"
"No, but it is fascinating. Just a few months ago you were a moron who couldn't be trusted with a single horse and now… well maybe you're just tired and cold. It is still winter after all."
"Was I really that horrible?"
"Oh for sure, but you were still fun at least. Seeing you run around trying to look up your cousin's skirts with so much energy reminded me dearly of my own youth. I know every boy has to grow up at some point, but I don't think I was ready for it to be this quickly. You're what? Fifteen now?"
"Fourteen." I replied.
"Damn. Still only fourteen? There's something wrong with you for sure." he remarked.
"Should I try looking up Julie and Irma's skirts right now? Is it my sacred right as a fourteen year old boy?" I asked sarcastically.
"You pervert! You don't have to go that far!" Uncle snickered. I couldn't contain a small smile. "Are you at least swinging swords and on the hunt for money?" Uncle continued.
"Both, but there's something pressing me lately, that's why I came out this way. I want the truth. It's been bothering me for months and the more I think about it the less it makes sense. Why did the king cut off our support, Uncle?"
Uncle shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He then scratched his forehead and let out a sigh.
"I can't. I swore to your father I wouldn't." he answered.
"Is it money?" I asked.
He continued scratching his his and let a groan slip.
"Why would it be money?" he answered.
"It's always fucking money." I responded.
My Uncle looked at me with wide eyes, then quickly changed his face to something more serious. He put his hand down and then clasped it with his other hand.
"You've got plenty of money Wayne. Don't worry about spending a little bit of it for a couple of years. You can invest later. Your father's business is your father's business. Let me handle any debts your father left unpaid."
"So he does have debts to pay then, is that what you're telling me?" I asked, getting even more suspicious. I knew I was right, and the look in his eyes told me he knew I was right.
"Every man has debts to pay. Most of those debts die with those men, and whatever doesn't die with him stops mattering with the passage of time." he tried to explain.
"I'm not looking to right any wrongs here Uncle, I just want to protect my own skin and cut away any ties that might come back to bite me later."
"How cunning of you, but my point still stands. You can't hope to gain anything by learning what kind of debts your father piled up. As his brother, that was always going to be my job to look after when he could no longer be with us. Siblings often have to be responsible for each other and work in tandem with each other. Those kinds of bonds are the kind that last, and anyone who works against those bonds is a fool."
"A fool? What about when it comes to sisters who want to see you fail?"
"Find out why. You'll just create a war if you create enemies out of your own family. Your family are the ones who truly know where to bite you where it hurts, that's why keeping them on your side is the smartest thing any fool can attain."
"It's so simple though."
"Aren't all complexities after a point?"
"I don't agree with everything you say Uncle… but I think I'm starting to understand a bit as to why you're saying them."
"There you go being all mature again. It's really starting to piss me off."
"Wouldn't that be ironic? Sorry if becoming the family head suddenly is overwhelming to a boy like me."
"Oh fuck off! After talking with you for a bit you'd have to be an idiot to assume I wouldn't catch onto a fuckass excuse like that! You've clearly realized how much smarter you sound and tried to pin the blame on something trivial like becoming head! You're not phased by that in the slightest!"
"Alright, you got me."
"Damn right I do. Ah fuck… your father was so worried about you and for fucking nothing. You really are such a smart kid Wayne, much smarter than anyone realizes. I don't know why you're stressing so much about the future when you've got so many years ahead of you."
"A lot can go wrong in a short amount of time."
"Yep. Wars break out, alliances can be cut off, family members get hurt and suddenly want revenge… it's a fucked up world we live in, but I'll be damned if I don't try to enjoy it while I can. Booze is good, food is good, women are great if you're not married. There's so much out there to experience if you just put your mind to it!"
"I don't want to sabotage living the best life I can. If you don't want me to worry about my father's debts then fine. I won't. But don't tell me not to look out for potential bottlenecks and then tell me to just enjoy life. I don't want to be an idiot."
"You're twisting my words again! I didn't tell you to be an idiot!"
"Fine. Just let me do things my own way. I promise I'm not going to fuck up my youth by worrying about the future! Is that good enough?"
"Fine. Good enough. You damn brat. Thanks for nothing. You don't visit me in months and when you do it's just to stress the hell out of me. At least you're pretending to need me, my kids can't even afford me that much!"
"Are they causing problems for you Uncle?"
My uncle let out a hearty laugh stood up from his seat, walked over to me, placed a hand on my shoulder, then gave me a smile. It was the warmest smile I remember anyone gave me, a real smile, not one masked with meaning and ulterior motives. It was a real genuine smile and it was directed at me.
"Visit me again soon Wayne. Maybe by then we can have a real talk. One between men."
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The journey home wasn't one of my favorites. For starters, my head was reeling with new possibilities and variables to consider such as the unspoken debt of my father's my uncle wouldn't disclose. The other was the sister sitting across from me. She looked both in thought, a little smug, and a little cautious. She's going to be such a thorn in my side later that I need to watch out for, that I need to keep an eye on. I don't know why she hurt me so badly. I don't know what sin of mine caused her to despise me so much. The girl sitting across from me looks so delicate, so beautiful, so charming that I want to almost relax in her presence. Her being is both a comfort and an alarm to me.
Emma has puzzled me since the day I came back to the past. I suffered so dearly at my own sister's hands it vexes me. I may not have any physical scarring, but deep in my soul I can feel the marks she's left on me. They're both deep and tender to the touch. Her teal eyes are so different from my green ones, but her fair face, and her dark blonde hair that's just like mine tells me we're related. Is this how it's supposed to be? Are brother and sister supposed to be at such conflict with each other? So adverse to each other's presence and touch? How can there be such intimacy in knowing each other's true nature while also being repulsed by the mere sight of each other. It's a twisted nature, and a rotten normalcy.
It's not easy to find people who know your weaknesses so well, or to find people who are so meticulous at covering their own weaknesses. She'd be such a strong ally… such a partner Emma could be if only I could trust her… but… but what?... as if cutting through my thoughts, Emma's presence suddenly became more stronger and vibrant. I couldn't look away from her or regain my thoughts. It was like her existence was trying to signal something to me, but what? Emma suddenly became aware of my presence as well as if something was connecting us together. We stared holes into each other for the rest of the trip home, neither of us able to break eye contact with the other. It was a deeply uncomfortable experience, something almost supernatural.
Suddenly the coach came to a stop. We continued sitting across from each other with unbroken eye contact for sometime, the darkness enveloping us. Her eyes were lit against the darkness, or at least, that's how it appeared to me. A few minutes of silence passed, then there was a knock on the door and Jay's voice telling us we were home.
We both startled at the knock, and then Emma jumped up and started to disboard when I grabbed her arm suddenly. She let out a hurt noise and I loosened my grip, slightly. My first thought was how soft, and how fragile Emma's arm felt in my grip. She really wasn't like me in physique. She was a girl… a soft and smooth one. My eyes started roaming over the rest of her body and all I could think was that she was stunning.
"Please let go…" she softly pleaded.
Something awoke inside me. The voice that came out of Emma was unlike anything I'd ever heard from her before… it was cute… it was tender… it was… electric. I loosened my grip a little, but I didn't let go. I don't even know why I grabbed her… or why I held on. I couldn't make out what kind of expression she was making in the darkness… only that it was enticing. There was an unfamiliar feeling inside me… something deep… something primal… but something worth stirring up.
"Can we talk?" I finally muttered. The voice that came out of me was shakier than I liked. It was vulnerable and raw. It felt weak, but as I felt Emma's arm relax, I realized it was the right tone somehow.
"It's cold." She replied.
"I know… but it's easier to talk… if I can't see your face." I admitted. There was a pause, and then I felt her shuffle a little.
"So you're still a coward? Is that what you're saying brother?"
"No. I'm just scared. Scared of you." I replied coldly.
"So you are a coward." she stated.
"You don't have to be a coward to be scared of things and people. The two aren't essentially the same. The future scares me. Responsibility scares me. The unknown scares me. Losing everything I own scares me. Losing you… and losing Kate scares me. There are lots of things to be scared of, and you should be scared of. It doesn't make you a coward to be scared of those things."
She started to tense up again.
"Stop doing that. Being so smart all of a sudden. It pisses me off." she accused.
"I'm not trying to piss you off."
"Well you are! You're making me feel small too, and like I'm someone to rule over, to put in their place!"
"I'm in charge. I'm also still just your brother. That much hasn't changed. I know I'm not a good person, but I am trying. It's just hard when… well… I don't feel like I can trust you."
"You can't trust me? Is this what this is about? What could I possibly do to you?! I'm your damned sister!"
"Exactly. You don't know what kinds of things you're capable of… what kind of things you'll do, and what lengths you'll go to if you let yourself. I used to think I wasn't like you at all, that I was someone who couldn't possibly measure up to your standards… but I've since learned differently. I was selling myself short, and now I realize just how much more pressure I can put on myself… how much further I can go… and how much smarter I can learn to become."
"So what? So you can control me, like you're doing right now?"
"You don't trust me, just like I don't trust you. The reason I don't trust you is because I know you… possibly better than anyone else does."
"Your point?"
"It goes both ways. No one knows me better than you. No one knows my weak points like you do. You could be my greatest enemy if I let you, but I'm not going to, because I'd rather have you as an ally."
"An ally?"
"A friend."
"Us? Friends? What kind of fantasy are you living in?"
"What do you want from me more than anything else?"
"I don't want anything from you! You don't have anything you can offer me!"
"Try harder."
"What?"
"Everyone has something to offer. That's the first thing you have to realize if you want to survive in the real world."
"That's nonsense."
"It's facts."
"Is that why you picked up that orphan boy? Because he had something useful you could use?"
"Nothing is more useful than a willing heart. Not gold, not skill, just desire. Desire is the base of all ambition and conquest. Anyone with the faintest hint of it can do monstrous things for any reason they want. Desire is what makes heroes out of nobodies and what makes great men out of failures. If you'd read a few good books, you'd know that."
"I read books!"
"Not the kind I read apparently."
"Fine! You want to know what I want? I want to be left alone! I want to be able to go where I want to and do what I want to without your permission or input!"
"So you want freedom?"
"Of course I want freedom! Everyone wants freedom!"
"You know you can leave whenever you want. I'm not restricting your ability to go out, but I get what you mean. If you promise you won't try to undermine me or go behind my back, I'll let you take the coach whenever you need to."
"Are you… are you really going to let me go like that?"
"Only if you promise not to undermine or disrespect me."
"Fine. I promise."
"I want it to be a solemn promise."
She reeled a little.
"Let go of me and I'll make a proper promise." she said.
I slowly let go of her, and she stood there a moment. She then placed her hand on her heart and gave me a smile.
"I, Emma Fermillion, promise not to undermine or disrespect you lest my name be cursed." she said, holding her smile.
That damn smile… I should have seen it as a warning, but my dumb ass dismissed it as possible effort to make amends.
"Okay. Good enough." I replied. "Do whatever you want."
Emma quickly left after that and went inside, disappearing from my sight. As soon as I walked through the door I was met by Kate standing just inside the entrance.
"If you had asked, I would have gone with you both." she said to me.
"I didn't want to bother you. It wasn't the best visit." I replied.
"Did something happen?" She asked earnestly.
"No, but I wasn't exactly able to figure out what I wanted to either. Uncle has a lot of secrets he shared with father and he's not willing to share any of it with anyone."
"Can't you just figure it out anyway?" she asked.
I was slightly taken aback by her assumption. Of course I could figure it out, it was just going to take a lot of time, but to be able to deduce that… just based on what she knows about me… honestly shakes me a little. Is Kate paying closer attention to me than I thought she was? Is Kate someone I should be keeping a closer eye on? I need a little more to go on if I'm going to be assessing Kate like that.
"What makes you think that?" I replied.
"Because you're smart Wayne. Or at least you're the smartest person I know. You read a lot more than you used to, and you pay closer attention to things than you used to. You actually take care of yourself now instead of letting the servants take care of you. I want to be more like that."
"More like me? Do yourself a favor. Don't try to be like me."
"I can't think of anyone better."
"Be yourself. You've got a lot more going on for you than you think you do Kate."
"Okay. I'll try to study more then… maybe I can figure out what you mean by that. You have a good night Wayne."
"You too Kate. I mean it."
Kate stepped forward and gave me a hug. This hug nearly broke me. I could feel a tremendous amount of weight slip from me as I felt her innocent embrace. I forgot how good a hug could feel, and before I knew it, I was returning that hug holding her tight. I couldn't tell if it was too tight or not. Kate wouldn't let out a sound, but after a moment I let her go. She then disappeared into her room leaving me with a muddled head and a warmth in my body that followed me deep into the night, wrapping me safely.
She could never know how much I needed that hug… how much I needed approval. I thought I was above it all… I thought I could survive without it. Getting just the faintest hint of affection has got me all fucked up. That was a dirty move Kate. My gut was right. Kate was the one I needed to watch out for. She's the one who has me wrapped around her finger, and I couldn't be more happy to be there.