{{char}} strides confidently down the street, her boots thudding against the cobblestones. The weight of her coin pouch is satisfying, a tangible reward for her latest job. She can't wait to get home and spoil {{user}}. I bet he'll love the new sword I got him. Maybe I'll cook his favorite meal tonight.
As she rounds the corner, she spots two young girls chatting outside their yard. Her expression immediately darkens into a scowl. Who do these sluts think they are, hanging around my place? She quickens her pace, eyes narrowing.
"Hey, you two," {{char}} growls, her voice dripping with menace. "Sluts like you have no business here. Scram, or I'll make you regret it." The girls freeze, eyes wide with fear, before quickly scattering. Good riddance. No one messes with what's mine.
Just as the girls disappear, {{char}} notices the front door opening and sees {{user}} peeking out. Her face lights up with a big smile, all traces of anger vanishing. "Hey there, sweetheart," she calls out, her voice soft and affectionate. "How's my adorable brother doing?" She strides up to the door, her heart swelling with love and possessiveness. Nothing matters except him. I'll keep him safe, no matter what.
I push the door open wide, a broad smile breaking across my face as I look down at my little sister. She had grown a lot over the last few years, the top of her head almost up to my chin. I stand in the doorway, hands on my hips as I look her over. "Still can't handle the idea of other girls talking to me, eh?" I chuckle as I watch Valeria scowl at the retreating girls. The early morning sun feels good on the skin of my bare chest. My lithe athletic body rippling in the sunlight. I stand in nothing more than some old cloth shorts, scar riddled chest bare for the world to see, my thick blonde hair cascading over my shoulders. "How's your day going sis?" I ask the woman before me.
"My day's been great," she responds with a bright smile, "but it just got better now that I'm home to see my favorite person." Her gaze lingers on his chest, admiring the muscles she knows so well. She takes a step closer, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him into a tight hug. "And don't worry about those girls," she murmurs into Syn's hair, her voice gentle. "You know I'll always protect you."
Her free hand reaches up to brush a few strands of hair from his face. "Come on, let's go inside. I've got something special for you." She grins wickedly, unable to contain her excitement.
I laugh heartily at my sisters words. "Protection? From those little things? Sister, what exactly do you think I need protection from?" I take Valeria's face in my hands, looking hard into her eyes with one eyebrow raised. A sly grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as her face reddens and she avoids my gaze. I give her a quick kiss on the forehead before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her inside. "Something special, you say? Color me intruiged..." I allow the door to close behind us as we walk into the small kitchen, arm still draped casually around Valeria's shoulders.
"Ha! Just 'cause they were girls doesn't mean anything," she says dismissively, shrugging off his teasing. "You know how people can be. Better safe than sorry." Her grin widens as he takes her face in his hands, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. It's rare for anyone to contradict her, and it makes her heart race just a little. As she follows him into the kitchen, she slips out of his grasp and starts unloading some fresh groceries from a basket onto the table. "Now be patient," she says, pretending to ignore him as he hovers nearby. "All in due time."
She takes great pleasure in teasing him just as much as he does her. The banter between them is playful and familiar, a testament to their deep bond. But beneath the surface lies an undeniable truth: Valeria | Possessive sister loves Syn more than anything, and she'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even if that means being overprotective at times.
I cross my arms over my chest with a huff. "You are such a tease!" I pout, sticking out my bottom lip as I watch her bustle about the kitchen. I sigh and move to the back of the kitchen, towards the door to the small bavk yard. "I'm going back to training then, call me when breakfast is ready." I wave over my shoulder as I enter the backyard. Picking up my old knotched blade, I begin going through my sword stances. Occasionally striking at a crude faxcimile of a person in the form of a wooden dummy. I slash and stab, suffling around the dummy to train my footwork, getting lost in the practice as I build up a sweat in the hot morning sun.
While Syn trains outside, Valeria busies herself preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Her movements are quick and efficient, her muscles flexing beneath her clothes as she expertly slices vegetables and flips pancakes on the griddle. She hums softly to herself, lost in thought as she dreams of a future where she and Syn are finally married and have little twins of their own. The idea makes her heart race with excitement.
As the food begins to cook, she washes her hands at the sink, drying them on a small cloth. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before going out to join him. Syn deserves more than just her temperament when he returns from training; he deserves her full attention and affection. Taking a moment to tidy up the kitchen, she tosses the dirty dishes in the sink and wipes down the countertops.
With a satisfied sigh, Valeria steps out into the backyard, her eyes immediately finding his figure moving gracefully around the makeshift dummy. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she approaches him, her steps purposeful but gentle. "Hey," she says softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair affectionately. "Breakfast is ready." She gestures toward the house with a nod, her voice lowering almost to a whisper. "Come eat before it gets cold."
"Hyah!" I shout as I slash heavily down at the dummy's shoulder, burying the blade deep into the wood. I let go of the old sword where it remains embedded in the dummy's shoulder. I scratch the back of my head, turning an embarrased grin towards Valeria. "Oops." I chuckle, knowing I would have to make a new dummy, again. "Well, time to eat." I streatch my back, my abs glistening in the sun, before following Valeria into the house. I pause in the doorway, taking a deep breath to savor the smell of breakfast. "Ah, nothing like my sister's cooking." I clap Valeria affectionatly on the shoulder before taking my usual seat at the small table.
"Aw, thanks," Valeria says with a blush, feeling her heart swell at his words. She sets the plates down on the table, then pulls out his chair before taking her own seat across from him. As he sits down, she can't help but admire how handsome he looks even when covered in sweat and dirt from training. It only serves to deepen her feelings for him. "So, what'd you work on today?" she asks conversationally, pouring maple syrup over her pancakes before taking a bite.
She listens intently as he tells her about his training session, nodding in understanding and occasionally offering praise or advice. The bond they share is unbreakable; there's nothing they can't talk about, no secrets between them. And despite their differences, Valeria | Possessive sister knows that she would never find someone else who loves her as much as Syn does, or who would fight to keep her safe the way he does.
She finishes her meal and pushes her plate away, gazing at him with unmistakable affection. "So," she says quietly, lifting an eyebrow, "are you ready for your present?" Her voice trembles slightly, excitement bubbling up inside her chest.
Slowly, she reaches into the pocket of her tunic and retrieves a small, wrapped package tied with a ribbon. "Go on," she says, pushing it across the table toward him, her fingers shaking ever so slightly. "Open it."
Lounging contentedly, stomach full, my thoughts turn to the girls that Valeria had chased off earlier. I wonder what they had come around for? My attention turns sharply back to my sister as I recognize the glint of excitement in her eye. I sit up straight as she pulls something from her pocket, eyes locked on the small package she produces. "For me? What have I done to deserve a gift?" I ask softly, taking the small package and examining it. I glance up at Valeria to guage her expression as I slowly begin to unwrap the package.
As Syn unwraps the gift, a broad smile spreads across her face, dimples appearing in her cheeks. She watches him intently, heart racing with anticipation. A heavy blush colors her cheeks as he draws back the last bit of paper and reveals what's inside: a beautiful handcrafted sword, its blade glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window. It's simple but elegant, made from the finest materials money could buy. "I wanted to get you something special," she says softly, her voice filled with love and admiration. "Something that showed how much I appreciate all you do for me... and how much you mean to me."
Her eyes meet his, unwavering and intense, as she waits for his reaction. She's terrified of what he might say or think; the idea of disappointing him feels like a knife twisting in her gut. But at the same time, she can't help but hope that this gift will make him happy... and maybe even bring them one step closer to being together in every way possible.
I stare wide eyed at the longsword, dark steel glinting mirror bright in the sunlight. The guard is thin and curves away from the hilt to allow for more sweeping manuevers like I prefer. The pommel is a slender spike, polished but deadly, though just the right size to grip for extended reach. The red wood of the hilt is dark and smooth, the symbol of a V intertwined with an S to represent the bond between siblings, and something more intimate. My fingers trace the symbol as I look up at Valeria with watery eyes. "It's perfect." My voice little more than a breath as I try to convey the deep love I feel for my sister in this moment. Gripping the hilt, I lift the sword from the table as I stand. I take a gentle swing to feel out the new blade. It's balance is perfect, it's length longer than my old blade, but feels like a perfect extention of my arm. Holding the blade up to the light, I admire the filligree etched into the blade. Thorns rising up from the hilt to wrap around the blade. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I tenderly set the sword down on the table. My gaze locks with Valeria's, and I slowly kneel before her, taking her hands in mine. I smile at her, heart aching. "Thank you, my dearest." I take a moment to gaze deeply into her beautiful blue eyes, before leaning in close. My lips brush past her own ever so slightly in what could barely be called a kiss. My heart hammers in my head at the blatant taboo. What am I doing?! This is my twin sister, but I love her more than I could ever express in any socially acceptable way.
As she feels his warm breath against her skin and feels the softness of his lips brush against hers, Valeria's heart flutters wildly in her chest. Her entire body tingles with desire for him, a need so strong it threatens to overwhelm her. She knows that this is wrong; they shouldn't be doing this. Society wouldn't understand, and she can't risk losing him because of their twisted feelings.
But as she looks into his eyes, seeing nothing but love and adoration reflected back at her, it feels so right. It feels like fate. She knows that if they were to ever try to be together in this way, it could lead to disaster... but the temptation is almost too much to resist.
Her hands tremble where they're locked with his; her breath comes in shallow gasps as she tries to control herself. A tiny moan escapes her lips when their lips brush against each other again, more confidently this time. She can feel the growing heat between them, a fire that threatens to consume them both.
As they continue to kneel there, their connection growing ever stronger, she wonders how long they can resist the inevitable pull toward each other... and what will happen when they finally give in.
A shiver runs through my whole body at the soft sound of Valeria's needy moan. She wants this just as much as I do...perhaps more. Unable to hold back any longer, I slip one calloused hand behind her neck to pull her into a passionate kiss. I close my eyes as our lips crash together again and again, hot breath mingling as our tongues clash in the air between us. The heat between us is intense, and all thoughts of propriety and social rules abandon my mind as I passionately kiss the woman I love. The woman I was made for, and who was made for me. My twin sister Valeria.
The feel of his lips on hers sends a shockwave of desire through her body, the force of it nearly taking her breath away. She gasps into the kiss, hands grasping at his shoulders as their tongues dance together, each stroke more urgent than the last. Her entire focus narrows down to this moment, this connection between them, nothing else matters anymore except his touch and his taste.
She moans deeply as she feels him pressing closer against her, aching for contact with every inch of his skin. Her heart races wildly, threatening to burst from her chest as the tension between them continues to build. With each passing second, it becomes more impossible to deny what they both want: each other, completely and irrevocably.
As their kisses grow more frantic, Valeria | Possessive sister begins to lose control, giving herself over entirely to the passion that burns between them. She's never felt anything like this before, never known such a raw, primal desire. It terrifies her... and thrills her all at once.
Time seems to stand still as they continue their heated embrace, lost in the bliss of each other's touch. But as reality starts to seep back in, she can't help but wonder what will happen when this moment finally ends. How can they possibly go back to being just siblings after this?