Welcome back! For the second chapter in our story, Josephine confronts her oldest, wisest brother, Patrick.
I mentioned this in the first story (which if you haven't read, I would definitely recommend doing so beforehand) but this isn't strictly taboo, it also has bdsm elements as well.
I hope you enjoy, and please leave me any feedback, good or bad, it is definitely appreciated.
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Josephine stood in front of the ominous, dark wooden door to Patrick's room. It was early in the day, and she'd spent most of the morning pampering and cleaning herself, shaving, dolling herself up, doing her hair, and picking out the cutest, most enticing outfit she could think of. Patrick, being the intellectual he was, would likely go for something a little more scholarly, so she picked out a short, black, pleated skirt, a button up white shirt, long white socks, and delicate little black flats. It was all reminiscent of a naughty catholic schoolgirl uniform, without being overtly obvious, but she did make sure not to wear any panties, or a bra for that matter, ready for whatever might come.
He resided in what would be the study, a large room on the main floor of their house, situated far from everything else. The door was thick, as he'd protested that the flimsy wooden door he'd had growing up allowed in too much noise, and he needed silence for his studies.
Being the industrious, talented teenager he was, Owen had easily caved, knowing all too well how loud Mark and Jacob could be, and had built the new door himself, choosing to practice his woodworking skills by over embellishing it with engraved patterns, and when Patrick finally saw the finished product, he couldn't have loved it more.
It was a testament to Owen's craftsmanship as much as it was his odd sense of humor, to Patrick's need for solitude as much as his love for pomp. And now, as Josephine stared at it, the ornate carvings, the intricate patterns, she began to understand Patrick and Owen's mutual appreciation of the door.
But to her, the door was something else. It was the last barrier, a threshold between her and a new and exciting undertaking.
She reached forward, hesitating at first, then finally knocked, quietly, almost hoping there wouldn't be an answer.
The door opened and Patrick stood there, looking at her a little perplexed, then smiling at her.
"Hey Jo, what's up?"
"Well," Josephine started, grabbing her hair and pulling it to her side, running it through her hair nervously. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."
"Sure," Patrick smiled, opening the door and letting her in. His room was warm and inviting, wooden floor with a large antique rug, two giant bookshelves, an old, carved desk and a large, king size bed. It was well kept, yet strewn with papers and books, messy but not dirty.
"I'm actually almost finished with something I'm working on," He told her, pointing towards his bed. "Do you mind waiting? I can come find you when I'm done if you'd like."
It had taken Josephine all morning to work up the courage to come talk to Patrick, and making herself knock on his door took every ounce of strength she had. The thought of leaving seemed so enticing, but she held her resolve. If she left, she might never come back.
"No, that's ok," She smiled, climbing up on his bed. "I can wait, I don't mind at all."
Patrick smiled, walking over to a bookshelf, grabbing a graphic novel and tossing it at her.
"That's The Killing Joke, it's arguably one of the best Batman storylines ever written," he smiled. "By the time you finish, I'll probably be done."
Josephine leaned back. His bed was more firm than hers, and she glanced around the room a little before diving into the book in her hands.
Her eyes focused and her lips parted as she read, consumed by the story, quickly becoming engrossed in it.
Meanwhile, Patrick sat at his desk, pouring over some papers while he typed out a lengthy email. He stared intently, only giving Josephine the occasional glance to make sure she was still occupied.
Josephine's heart was beating rapidly by the time she'd finished the graphic novel, setting it aside only to see Patrick watching her, his arms crossed, a slight smile on his face.
"Oh, hey!" She smiled, scooting to the front of his bed.
"What did you think?" He asked, dragging his chair closer to her.
"I liked it! It was intense though! Ha!" She smiled.
"It's one of my favorites. Anyways, what's up?" He asked, sitting down before her, and she hurried to cross her legs before the sight of her bare pussy would reveal itself to him, right in front of his face.
"Oh, well, it's just-" she paused, searching for the words. Kat had told her it would be so simple, that all she would have to do would be to ask him to fuck her, and he would, but as he sat there, with a mature, concerned smile on his face, fear shot through Josephine's body.
"Well, I broke up with Travis," she finally blurted out, but Patrick was unphased, he just sat there, smiling, knowingly.
"I figured it would take you at least another month," He told her, crossing his arms. "I hope it wasn't simply because of what Jacob told you."
Josephine fidgeted, shifting a little, rubbing her arm, then shook her head.
"It wasn't because of what he said, it's because he was right." She sighed, looking away. "Travis is just, well, I don't know, but I know I was only with him because it was comfortable, not because I loved him."
"Love is a tricky thing," Patrick observed, shaking his head.
"I know, and, I don't know, I'm kind of sad, and a little shook up, and confused," Josephine admitted, her eyes brimming with tears, at the sight of which Patrick stood up and stepped forward.
"Come here," he offered, wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm sorry," she sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, leaning into his embrace.
"It's ok, Josephine," Patrick cooed, petting her hair and holding her close.
"Can I-" She squeaked a little, "can I come sit in your lap? Please? And you'll hold me?"
Patrick turned a little red in the face, his lips parting as he inhaled quickly, then he pulled out of the hug, nodding. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his wooden chair, sitting down and pulling her close to him.
Josephine wrapped her arms around Patrick and pulled herself close, taking deep breaths, sniffling a little while she calmed herself.
"Are you ok, Jo?" Patrick asked, holding her tightly.
"Mhm," She whispered, resting her head on his chest, sitting there for a moment or two before looking up at him. "How do you and Janice work? Being polyamorous, what's it like?"
"Ha," Patrick smiled, "It's different. I'm not a jealous person, neither is she. We want each other to be happy, we love each other very much. We're very open sexually, very experimental. We want each other to feel free and happy, and if that includes seeing or fucking somebody else, that's fine."
