Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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Steve should have hardly have been able to believe his luck but, in some small way, his body betrayed that he knew he was in a position that he simply could not have imagined before. His older sister curled up against him, her head on his chest, fingers idly toying with his shirt, pressing it between his fingers and then rolling it back and forth as if she was trying to wear a hole through the fabric. Of course, it was his own hands that shook lightly at his side and one on her back, although she was still under the influence of his mind control. There was no way, otherwise, that she would have ever have been found resting on his chest as if he was the only one in the world for her. Truly, no one else could have come close at all to her darling, dearest brother at that very moment in time.
But why was she there? Even though Steve knew just how he had drawn her to him, the ring firm on his finger, Asha could not know, breathing shortly and shallowly, emotion tight in her throat. It felt so right to be there and yet she could not stave off the sense in her gut too that there was something more, something that she was missing.
Of course, she was comfortable enough in just a T-shirt and panties but there was something slick in them too that she didn't want to think about quite at that moment, biting her lower lip delicately. She didn't bite her lips or even the insides of her cheeks without thinking about it; it was something she'd read in multiple books and magazines about being 'sexy' once upon a time and, for some reason, that little quirk had stuck with her. And she wanted to be sexy to Steve now too, squirming up against him with a soft and sweet little moan that made her brother shudder, hand curling possessively around the small of her back, pressing there.
And she liked it. She liked it very much, in fact. Yet where had such feelings come from?
The morning waited for no one, however, as Steve tenderly kissed her forehead, heart pounding against her skin through the fragile barrier of his chest. Without thinking, she leaned into him, his sweet touch, and his heart soared in reply.
The parting of them had to come sooner or later, however, Asha rising slowly, her body pressing against his in all the right ways. They had to come closer in order to separate and Steve smiled warmly as she pulled away, setting herself on her own two feet, bare toes curling into the carpet that had been replaced just before he'd gone away to university, not yet broken in and worn down. It was a luxurious sensation and yet not one that Steve would enjoy for himself, not partaking in walking around the house in bare feet after several torturous incidents in his childhood where colourful, toy bricks had been involved.
"Er, well..."
Brushing off her T-shirt -- had she slept in that too? -- of invisible lint, Asha cleared her throat and posed awkwardly with her hip cocked out. And yet, before him, she was suddenly a shy girl all over again, not the confident woman of her current years. Something had shifted between them, seeing her brother in a new light as if the shade that had been covering him for the last several years had, all of a sudden, been lifted.
"I only slept here because you were...homesick," she said lamely, clutching at the first excuse that leapt to her mind. "Your ridiculous nightmares. If you're so sick of this fancy university life you have, maybe you should go back there!"
Her words did not come laced with the venom that he had otherwise come to expect and he only smiled in return, the ring warm and lightly glowing blue on his finger. The powers it boasted, however, meant that no one but him could see the glow -- a fact that he had had to deduce very quickly.
There was nothing she could say that would hurt him anymore and Asha would come to understand that too, her fall of soft, blonde hair beautiful. Maybe he could ask her to curl it for him? She'd look even more beautiful then, doing the things that weren't popular or stereotypically beautiful. He'd be the one to help her come into herself even as she stalked away, chin cocked up at a sharp angle that denoted the uncertainty in her heart, the twist and curl of emotions that she still had to come to understand.
"Asha."
She stopped immediately, turning to face him, a servant called to the will of her master.
"Yes, Steve?"
Her lips parted in a smile and his heart lurched. Oh, how much he wanted to lock his lips over those... She didn't need lipstick or gloss or anything at all like that when they were already so plump and kissable. Yet, like so many other women, she thought she was ugly, always something more to be improved or changed about her features like she was a doll to be toyed with, painted in a new face each and every day.
"You will always want to come to me at night and cuddle now," he intoned softly, directing his will through the ring. "You will not be able to resist the desire. Do you understand me, Asha?"
"Yes, I understand!"
She beamed and winked, released from the grip of his control. But she knew not what spell had been placed on her as she left the room, only thinking of getting to work, the little job that her mom had gotten her to take just to keep herself busy as she worked out just what she wanted to do with her life. She wasn't as driven as Rachel but, in that case, Rachel had been softer on her than the older Steve. Maybe she'd expended her wrath on the only male left in her little circle of family for due reason but he was not responsible for the actions of others.
In the wake of his sister, Steve exhaled in a rush of warm breath and flung himself all the way back on the bed, a grin stretching his lips genuinely wide. Warmth flooded him, seeping out into the furthest reaches of every one of his limbs, fingertips tingling sweetly. Had that really just happened? Was he about to coax his sweet sister with her soft lips to do more for him all over again, to be the part of his life that he'd always wanted her to be?
