**Author's Note: Apologies for those who read this series that it took so long to post. Been writing other stories and trying to get this one just right. I feel that if I rushed it then it would cheat the readers and I don't like doing that. Hope you enjoy this chapter, it gets kinda crazy.
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His hostile glare was as hard as daggers but Agnes only smiled, a feeling of victory dancing in her heart. Louis poured her orange juice as bacon sizzled and eggs hissed in the frying pan.
"Thanks, bro," Agnes sang.
She was wearing his business shirt. It was a trophy in a way. A small prize to show who was the master or mistress here.
"Fuck you," Louis hissed with anger roaring through him, his dark blue eyes trying to sear into her soul.
"You wish you could," Agnes chuckled with an evil glint in her indigo eyes that made blood rush to Louis's loins giving him a semi-hard on.
Agnes could practically taste his desire and rage. It was delicious. That moment she sensed her incubus lover coming downstairs. She sensed his anger as well. This should be fun.
James stood in the door frame, Agnes could feel his cold whiskey eyes burning the nape of her neck.
"Good morning, honey," Agnes sipped her orange juice speaking in a light yet dry tone. She turned to face him to see that he was shirtless with only boxers to cover him. She admired his rippling firm muscles on his lean body. He as like the Greek God Apollo if he lived in the American South.
"From your aura I can sense that the familiar is no longer in you but in your perverted brother," James's voice held an edge to it that made Agnes's insides shrink but she held firm.
"Was it a familiar?" she asked turning in her seat with an accusing tone. "Seemed more like a leash."
James simmered. The lovers stared each other down. Louis could cut the tension with a butter knife. It was hot, angry, sexual. Agnes and James could have stabbed each other or fucked on the table in front of Louis and not care.
Finally James surrendered with a shrug. His bare lean shoulders relaxing as he went to make himself coffee.
"You're getting clever," he said. It was half praise, half discontent. He raised his coffee mug to her and she raised her glass of orange juice. Their eyes locked as they both took polite sips of their morning beverages.
"It used to be you could read my mind," Agnes said. "Always knew what I was thinking but now I can hide things from you. That's good to know."
"It was for your protection," James explained gently. "The more connected we are the more we can protect each other."
"Funny how a bunch of guys keep telling me something similar," Agnes narrowed her eyes at Louis who placed some scrambled eggs and crispy bacon onto her fine China plate. "It's more of an excuse to control me and I won't have that anymore. You hear me?"
James sat beside her speaking in a soothing voice, "I'm not like those others."
"No," Agnes leaned in, her voice low and simmering with suggestion, their faces tantalizingly close for a kiss. "You're much better in bed."
She spoke the insult loud enough for her big brother to hear. She sensed the spark of jealousy. Louis dared to speak, "His cock isn't as big as mine."
Agnes made a flick of her wrist, the serpent inside Louis constricted making her older brother crumple over in agony forcing him to drop a plate. The plate shattered once it hit the flower pattern tiles.
Louis was in a great amount of agony for a few seconds until the snake inside him settled. Louis dry heaved for a few more seconds as Agnes sharply retorted, "It's not the size but how you use it that matters."
Louis trembled with fury. The indignity of it all. He used to be the Alpha but that role has since gone to his baby sister. When did she get so confident? She used to be so eager to please making it so easy to trick and manipulate her.
It was irritating as well as attractive.
James grinned. He was also finding this new Agnes attractive. She was becoming formidable. His hand traveled to her thigh. Agnes allowed him to message her leg, the act making heat pool into her loins.
As Louis cleaned up the shards of fine porcelain China, James's hand grew bolder as it moved up in between her legs. She wasn't wearing underwear.
Agnes was now anticipating James's desire or perhaps now she didn't feel the need for undergarments since she was horny almost all the time now. James sensed this as his hand crept closer like a spider to the intense heat between his lover's thighs.
Desire percolated between them. James reached her pussy finding it ripe with juices. Agnes spread her legs a little wider, her fingers gripping her glass, her breath hitched when she felt James dip his middle finger inside her molten depths.
James's thumb pressed her pink button as he slipped another finger in, pumping in and out sending tiny shocks of heat through Agnes's wanton body.
Louis watched the whole scene. He listened to his sister's shallow breathing, watched her tremble with passion.
Jealousy, naked and cruel, gnawed at his thoughts. Louis might as well have been the cabinets as James finger fucked Agnes right in front of him. But Agnes managed to steal a glance at her brother who was kneeling on the floor.
Her dark violet eyes were laughing at him. Louis felt himself grow hard. He couldn't stand up now without stretching his pants. Agnes's pants became small groans melting from her pink lips that darkened with arousal.
"You're an evil woman, Agnes Milton," James whispered seductively into her mouth as he silenced her moans with his sinful mouth in a carnal kiss.
Agnes practically jumped into James's lap. She felt her nipples tighten and harden with her sudden arousal as she felt the heat of James's bare skin through the white men's dress shirt.
James still had his fingers inside her. They went deeper into her throbbing wet cunt as her hips convulsed. James's thumb suddenly began to vibrate against her stiff clit. Agnes gave out a small cry of bliss.
"I love it when you do that," Agnes whispered breathlessly in between carnal kisses.
Agnes's whimpers were muffled by the demon's sensual mouth then suddenly she gave one more muffled cry, her whole body tensed then relaxed into James's embrace. Agnes laughed tired with desire.
Her love juices gushed all over James's fingers. He presented them to Agnes who took them into her mouth and sucked on them as if they were his cock. She tasted herself on James's fingers and closed her eyes, a look of rapture on her face.
James then placed his own cum coated fingers into his own mouth making a carnal "Mmmmm" sound then sensually, with tongues thrusting, kissed Agnes, exchanging the sweetened fluids of saliva and cum.
Agnes could feel James's iron hard member throb against her trembling, dribbling sex. James imprinted her neck with his smooth lips. His sexy dark stubble tickled her skin.
A smile fixed on her flushed face, her dark hair cascading in curls now a sexy bed head, Agnes looked over to a glaring Louis and gave him a coquettish wink as James nibbled on her white neck. She bit his ear playfully as Charlie came down stairs.
Agnes turned to meet her little brother's confused face. Charlie looked over to see his older brother cleaning up shards of a porcelain plate and opened his mouth to say something but decided better and closed it again.
"Good morning," Agnes chimed as she climbed off of James's lap. James didn't even go to wash his hands but dipped his cum, saliva coated fingers into his coffee that was steaming hot and stirring the black brew as if it were lukewarm chicken soup.
