A Sister S Duty

A Sister's Duty

Episode 1

She could see him, she could see just how depressed he looked at the party. He was definitely not having fun despite the fact that the party was held in his honor. Tonight was his birthday, the day he turned 18 but somehow his entire mood made it seem like he was at his own funeral instead.

Joanna had to let out a sad sigh as she looked away from him in favor of looking across the table at the object of her brother's misery, her father. Her father to the people in the hall was the perfect person to emulate when it came to looking for a role model, however she knew the truth, as did her brother; their father the Lord of Pearl Bridge was an abusive prick.

She was not much too older than her brother of course, they were the same age only separated by months in a single year, also by mothers but that was a different conversation; that however did not stop her from embodying the role of a big sister with a duty to protect her little brother who, as the party wore on, was ever more miserable.

Their father was playing a perfect role as the proud father and Lord of the land in front of his people that all lapped up his act like a couple of mindless sheep. Letting out a sigh of disappointment she stood up from her seat which turned all eyes on her.

"My apologies my lords and ladies, but I must have my rest now, the night has gone for too long and morning will soon come. To maintain my beauty, I must get some rest now." She said to the laughter of agreement that went round the hall. "Come on Sam, you too need some rest if you wish to one day be the best swordsman in the land as father has prided you as."

As she said this, she looked at her father and dared him to argue with her and risk having his ego bruised, because boy she had some harsh words to say to him, disguised as polite of course, should he object. Fortunately for him, he simply nodded his head with a fake smile and allowed Sam to stand up and go with her, letting out a proud laughter that sounded fake to her, but genuine to the others in the hall who all nodded and whispered at how incredible her father truly was.

Shaking her head as she and her brother left the hall she couldn't help but kick a flower vase down in frustration. "Time and again, father seems to always appear as the perfect father. I fucking hate him!" She yelled out as she glared at the guards who guarded the closed Hall door.

"Yelling at them won't help." Sam said as he held her hand and pulled her away from the door and in the direction of the stairs that led to the sleeping quarters.

"Sure it helps, it lets out the rage I feel on your behalf, rage you don't seem to have." She said as she pulled her arm away from his to place them by her side.

"First of all, I do feel the rage, but what do you want me to do? If you haven't noticed, father is the Lord of the land, and I am just a bastard who got lucky enough to be adopted into his household." Sam said as he spread out his hands on frustration. "All I can really do is accept my fate and live life as it is."

"Even if you are fucking depressed all the time?" She asked in outrage. "That dear brother, is not life!"

"Well it is all I've got." He said in a defeated voice as he walked out of her sight.

She had to look down in anger as she had to admit that he was right. Being a bastard normally meant living a life being disgraced and hated by society. Her father might have been magnanimous enough to adopt him and give him a comfortable life to the people watching, but in private he was just as bad and as cruel as everyone else. She couldn't bear to see her brother like this, but what could she do?

With a frustrated sigh, she stomped her feet and walked up the stairs before getting to the hallway that led to her room. The moment she entered her room though, she saw Sam on her bed, hugging her pillow as he rocked himself back and forth.

"Sam, what are you doing?" She asked, which snapped him out of the daze he might have been in as he stumbled out of her bed and unto the ground with her blanket getting entangled with his legs. "I am not angry or anything, but what the fuck?"

"I don't have a fetish or anything, I was just... I was scared alright! I didn't know whether father was going to come looking for me in my room to remind me of my place in this mansion." He said as he got up from the ground. "He never comes in here, he wouldn't dare, so I just thought I could, you know, hide in here?" He asked in a shy way as he looked away from her to the door nervous that he would be kicked out or that her father would barge in to beat the shit out of him.

Weighing the two things he feared the most against what she might be afraid of, she chose to allow him stay the night. By morning it would be business as usual but at least this night he could be safe and... happy? "Fine, you can stay."

"Really?" He asked in surprise before he ran to her, hugged her, lifted her up while spinning her around before putting her down. "Thank you, I really appreciate this." He said with happiness spilling out of him without shame.

She was so happy to see the joy he felt for simply being given a respite from the abuse of her father but at the same time it broke her heart to see that something this meaningless meant so much to him.

With Sam lying on his side, facing away from her, she changed and got into bed, all the while wondering what could possibly be going through her brother's head at the moment. He was quiet, now that the happiness he had earlier felt had run it's cause, and was as silent as he usually was. He was not asleep, not yet at least and she could tell he was not going to fall asleep any moment soon.

"You are the only one who cares for me, you know that right? With my mother dead and my father an abusive piece of shit, it's only you that I've got, but why?"

"What do you mean why?" She asked him as they slept backing each other.

"I mean, why do you give a fuck about me when my own father despises me?"

"I just do Sam. Caring about someone doesn't always come with an on and off button, sometimes, it just happens and there is no changing it." She said.

"You mean you will love me regardless?" He asked in a surprised tone that forced her to let out another sigh as she felt anger towards her father who could have just left Sam alone to cater for himself and not bring him here under false impression only to torture him mentally.

Turning around in bed, she looked at his back which only lasted a second before he turned around to face her looking at her with hopeful eyes that at the same time feared rejection. "I'll always love you Sam." She said as she stroked his face before kissing him on the cheek.

As she leaned away from his face, she saw something change in his eyes as he looked at her with so much hunger and adoration that made her feel something she didn't understand yet. Then his eyes went to her lips which, before she could process what it was that she felt or why he was acting like this, was kissed.

The kiss was innocent and shy at first as he pulled away from her to look at her face as she opened her eye once more. He was scared, scared of her reaction, scared she would tell on him and have him killed or worse, but at the same time he was hopeful that may be, just maybe she wanted exactly what he desired at the moment. That something he wanted had never crossed her mind before, but with her being this close to him, with her face so close to his with the both of them sharing the same air in the empty silent room, something she didn't know was there to be snapped, snapped. Charged purely by primal instinct, she grabbed unto his face and pulled him with both hands for the kiss, which this time was hungry.

He reciprocated by sitting up as she sat on his laps, using both her hands to stroke his face and shoulders while he pulled her into himself with a strong hug while using one hand to pull her ass to himself. It was as if he wanted to own her and at the same time submit to her in a crazy chaotic manner.

Wrestling for control with each other's tongue, he began to lift her gown which she separated from him only momentarily to get rid of the clothe before she helped him get rid of his shirt.

Sam grabbed her back and pulled her breasts to his ministrations which had her throw her head back and let out a moan. He was attentive to both of them with such reverence that she had to hold his head and push them closer to her chest to encourage him. Raising his head up from her chest, they returned to their hungry kissing, both wanting more from each other in a desperation that surprised them both as they came out again for air.

"Wow, I would love to do that again." He said as he gazed into her eyes with love and adoration with a touch of hunger.

"We are siblings, this is wrong." She said as she panted while tying her hair behind her head.

"Agreed." He said. "Half siblings by the way, but who cares about semantics right?"

"If father finds out about this, we are done for." She said as she climbed off his laps

"No truer words spoken." He replied as he began to smirk.

"We should go to bed and forget about this." She said as she crawled away from him to get on her knees.

"But we will do whatever we want anyway." He said as she freed his raging member from his trousers and took his member into her mouth and began to suck him off.

The pleasure he must have felt was apparent to her as he grabbed unto the sheets and slowly fell backwards on the bed in ecstasy, letting out a moan of pleasure as she went up and down his manhood. What she was doing she knew was wrong, but by the gods she didn't want to stop, she couldn't stop. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, with no one getting hurt in this, she saw no reason to stop and think this through.

The faster she went, swirling his impressive girth in her warm mouth while at the same time fondling his balls, the faster his pants as he squeezed the sheets tighter. He was loving this, she could tell and the faster she went, the closer she noticed he got to his climax which her only indication of his orgasm was when he grabbed unto her head and held it firmly over his girth, releasing a torrent of hot liquid down her throat.

Once he finished in her mouth, she crawled from his knees and went up to his face to show him her smile of pleasure as she swallowed which had him look at her with even more hunger as he spun her to the bed and went straight to her breasts which he had been looking at the whole time she had had his manhood in her mouth.

He went from one breast to the other, worshipping them as if they were gods, making her feel pleasure she had never been able to make herself feel in the years she had spent pleasuring herself some nights. By the gods he was taking her to a place she never thought existed by simply rolling his tongue, to slowly and softly moving from one nipple to the other while using a hand to softly knead the other breast that was left unattended. Taking a pillow from the bed, she put it over her face as she let out a loud moan that was muffled by the pillow. This was pleasure.

Once he satisfied her breasts he went down on her, trailing a warm wet tongue down her belly, through her belly button until he arrived at her sex and attacked it with a fever. If she thought she felt pleasure before, then the wave of warm fire that burned throughout her body and had her arching her back in pure ecstasy, needed a new word to describe it. Words couldn't describe how she felt as Sam sucked, licked and moaned into her sex with one hand kneading her left breast to make sure she was feeling the pleasure on all fronts.

That was when she began to feel her old friend, the orgasm, the one thing that always made all the pleasure she was feeling thus far become ridiculously puny when compared to it. She couldn't hold the pillow over her head again not when she threw her head back and rolled her eyes to the back of her head, while raising her hips up with Sam using his other hand to hold her down as the floodgates were opened and she let it all out.

Her gasp and following raspy pant was the only indication of just how high she had gone before she slowly came down from the high. Relaxing into her bed with waves of pleasure still coursing through her body, she let out a pleased sigh.

This, she didn't expect. She had not even seen this happening not even during her most intimate moment with herself. She didn't even think she was capable of doing this, but here she was, panting on the bed with Sam crawling to lie down beside her.

"That was amazing." He said as he panted beside her while looking at her with a face that told her just how much he adored her.

"This was unexpected." She said as he calmed her breathing.

"Not bad right? I mean I was winging most of it, so I don't know if I was good or bad or..." He trailed off as she placed a finger on his lips.

"You were great." She said as she smiled and looked at the ceiling. "But this can't happen again. It was fun and all, but we can't do this anymore." She said as she closed her eyes to avoid his piercing gaze.

After what felt like forever, he sighed in resignation. "I understand." He said and turned away from her to sleep.

Opening her eyes, she let out a sigh of relief and backed him as well, still naked as they had been moments before. What they had done, despite how instinctive and primal it had been, regardless of the pleasure she had felt, it still felt wrong. Closing her eyes after a few more minutes, she slept off.