Drake Falls (Main Thread)

This would be a rp between Lady Bloody Ava, Dementia, purplehaze and Flassche.
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Drake falls, the masterpiece designed by European architect and award-winning novelist Lance Jonathan Drake. Drake falls is an incredible example of organic beauty meets state of the art modern architecture. It hangs over a waterfall using the architectural device known as the cantilever. It is located in the centre of a large, lush, forested area with many natural cliff and mountainous areas, at least fifty miles away from the nearest city in all directions. Few know about its location, except for some pre-build sketches that had won a few awards for its ingenuity.
It has a self-sustaining water and power supply and is equipped with the latest electronic safety measures and technology aimed for maximum comfort.
On the outside it appears to be a home of absolute tranquillity and purity. Little do people know of the darkness that lurks inside.

Lance Jonathan Drake was born and raised in modest beginnings, yet soon it became clear that he was destined for greatness, showing both skill in buildings things with both words and sketches. At the start of his career he was included in some major and prestigious projects, as well as finishing two rather large novels, one being an award winning one. He married out of love to a beautiful woman and was blessed early on with the gift of new life. He proved to be an attentive father and loving husband, on top of being filthy rich and making a name for himself. He designed Drake falls as a present for his wife, a project that he would give her to eternalise his love for her.
Sadly this fairy tale love story wasn’t meant to last.

With his three daughters still too young to remember, their family was plunged into darkness when his wife was taken from him; a robbery in their home that changed everything, tearing a page from their book that was crucial to the fairy tale magic that his family was so blessed with. In this darkest hour he finished the final pieces on his house, including some additions, and moved his family there, shutting himself out from the rest of the world. He would shelter his remaining family from the elements that were haunting this world. He would teach them what they needed to know, keeping any impurities and dangers away from them, nurture them into greatness as they grew up in this utopia he had created for them. Little did he know that his once pure, noble and somewhat misguided ideas would send him on a path to corruption, casting a large shadow over his family that would tempt them to the sweetest taboo known to mankind.

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Third floor

The original designs had originally been made up with the idea of only settling in the house when Lance and his wife retired, thus not needing as much bedrooms as their previous house had needed. When his wife passed he altered the designs somewhat, turning the guestroom, the dressing room and the upstairs study into bedrooms. They were designed in a modern fashion, although old wooden support beams ran through the cores, allowing nature to blend in with the steel and concrete, giving it a unique blend of two forces. Each bedroom held a bed whose size was between a one and two person’s bed. Over the years Lance had allowed them to make alterations on their own, allowing a personal touch to sink in, giving it warmth of its own.
When his eldest daughter moved out of the house, chasing her own goals in live, Lance had turned the her room back into the Study again, giving his other two daughters a place to use the computer and read in private while they did the homework their father gave them.
The house had a large database in the basement, allowing their inhabitants of the house to find information and store information from all over the world, yet everything was filtered before it could even be accessed. It wasn’t internet where you could find anything and be corrupted. Lance had made sure they had nothing like that in the house.

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Their father’s bedroom was very much Spartan, yet it suited him. It had a gorgeous view of the outdoors, a glass slide door allowing passage onto the lower terrace. His room was mostly decorated in a pure and elegant white style, although he floors was shadow grey stone. He enjoyed the openness of his room, the emptiness and the serenity. It made him relax and he occasionally did some yoga on the terrace with one of his daughters.

This particular morning was a strange one for Lance. For the first time in a long time he had slept a bit uneasy, even going as far as to drink a wine while sitting on the terrace outside, pondering on how to act the next day. It had been a while since he last had all of his daughters in the house at the same time. He loved them all dearly, each in their own way. The fact that he had to slowly let go of his eldest daughter was a hard thing to do, seeing as he was exposing her to the outside world. Inside his mind he constantly replayed that moment, dropping her off at the airport and steeling himself with a smile and a wave. His whole body had wanted to embrace her at that moment, pull her into his arms and tell her that her place was with her family; that she needed to stay with him. Letting go was a part of being a parent, yet it still ached when it happened.

Today was the day that his little Elys would return. If her flight had no delays she would be arriving in seven hours, arriving at the nearest airport, a mere hour drive from Drake Falls. He had spent his morning making lunch for his daughters, baking pancakes and preparing fruit beverages with strawberry toppings. He had placed the drinks in the refrigerator and the pancakes trapped in a small stone dome, trapping the heat inside. He himself had settled for the leftover salad from last night and two fried eggs. He would probably go for a long jog in the weekend, so today would be a day of relaxation and reunion. He figured the best way to start off the day would be by taking a long warm bath.

Name: Lance
Location: 2e floor; Bath
Tagged: Anyone

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Lance entered the bathtub, slowly slipping out of his bathrobe as it fell to the floor. He reached the half transparent bathtub and placed a digit on the control panel, setting the temperature to a pleasant warmth. He watched the water steadily rising in the rub, creating a sudden damp of hot hair to form above it, slowly claiming the visibility of the room. He then made his way towards the mirror in the bath, splashing some cold water on his face, washing away the fatigue before checking his own reflection in the mirror. He looked both old and young at that moment, two polar opposites that frequently clashed. On one hand he was fit, still young and blessed with good genes. On the other hand he felt old, worn out because how long he had to endure, to live without his beloved next to him. He flashed his own reflection a grin, rejuvenating him and forcing a chuckle from his throat. If one of his daughters noticed his current mood they would scold him for it, telling him not to ‘sulk’ or ‘frown’ lest he get wrinkles.

The tall man moved backwards, gazing at his almost hairless naked form; a trait from his western European heritage. Although in his middle years, he still had efficient muscles that showed definition, body kept slender due to the healthy diet and balanced lifestyle. He ran a hand over his jaw, feeling the stubbles there. He would shave after his bath. He simply wanted warmth now, although his body was already responding to his more pleasant mood, bringing more colour to his cheeks and chest and a small twitch in his manhood.
He forced his tall frame into the large transparent bath, lowering himself in the pleasant hot water. It wrapped around his frame like a second skin and instantly brought a ‘aah’ from his lips. He knew his bath time would probably be short lived, seeing as his daughters would wake up around this time, yet for now he had the bath for himself.

The family shared all things with each other and had grown up without the need to feel any shame or modesty around each other. He had bathed his daughters when they were done, a task he kept up until their teen years. Even afterwards they frequently encountered each other’s nudity and accepted it as normal behaviour. He slipped down further in the large tub, back of his head resting against the heated glass surface and feeling his entire frame relax. A man could die in peace sitting in a tub, feeling completely at one with himself. His body responded to the heat somewhat, bringing a stirring within him, something he frequently had in the mornings, yet never really gave into. He was abstinent for as long as he could remember, yet three beautiful young females around a single man would force reactions even if they were unwanted. He smiled at the thought and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water and the feelings of youth he got from his aroused state.

The golden haired girl awoke to the sun peering through her window. A warm glow gently prying her mind away from the dark and comfortable abyss of her slumber. A soft hand rubbing away the remnants of weariness to now avail. Still her violet comforter was tossed aside and the ivory skin of her legs were exposed. The main garb of her body being a long sleeved button up shirt, that could almost be a small dress on her. Her panties were not visible and she never slept with a bra. Early to bed, early to rise. It was burned into her habits. After sitting on the edge of the bed for a minute or two, long lashes lifted and revealed bright blue orbs that were shockingly similar to her father's. A yawn escaped soft lips before she slipped on her slippers and went into the same routine of looking for her attire for the day. She was a girly girl, in every manner. Skirts and dresses making up most of her wardrobe. Nothing that could be called slutty in any manner.

From the assortment of clothes that hung in her closet, a light pink skirt with a single tulle overlay that went as far as her knees and a pink quarter sleeved shirt with a v-neck was her final choice. As far as shoes, a pair of pink suede close toed flats were good enough for the teenager. Today was a special day. Her eldest sister was coming home! Oh Bella had so many questions! With being raised with great care and caution, he did fear what others were like - out there. Where she was not allowed to venture. At such a though she sighed, but then shrugged it off. Her towel was snagged and she headed out of her bedroom and made a left to the nearest bathroom. The tall, sleek, and simple standing glass shower was always an amazing way to wake up. The glass square shower head hung from the above the center of the shower and at the push of a button the warmth and trickling effect was to her liking. Her clothes were laid out on her bed, but the towel was hung upon the towel rack.

Piece by piece her clothes were stripped and set aside until her ivory skinned and nearly hairless body was as naked as the day she was born. There was no door to this shower. It was simply walk in with a slanted floor that led to the drain in the center. In she stepped and the raining water was so refreshing. So delightful. The teenage girl was awake in no time. Already having decided that the first thing she would do was hunt down her father and give him a kiss good morning before heading down to breakfast. That was... if she ever got out of the shower. Her loufa hung from the shower nozzle and was given a nice helping of her blood orange body wash before she began lathering up her entire body with the purple pouf. She wondered who would be at the table, if anyone, before she got there. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of Elys returning. Since her sister's departure, the young girl had been doing rather well in her ballet lessons and picked up another song. Ave Maria by Bach.

Roxanna groans as her alarm clock buzzed, smacking the device off of her nightstand. With a small huff, she buries her face into her bed and groans, long and loud. Her thick eyelashes lifted, copper orbs squinting a bit due to the sunshine slipping through her sheer curtains. She sits up, pushing her body up with her small arms. She smacks her lips together briefly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "I hate mornings," she grunts, taking her nude form to the bathroom to quickly shower. Roxanna was the eldest biological daughter, basically being a reincarnate of her mother. Her younger sister was more like their father. She stuck her tongue out briefly. As she showered, her side of the house began to smell of lavender and strawberries, as it did every morning due to her shampoo and conditioner. She steps out, a white towel wrapped around her chest as she padded over to her walk-in closet. She sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth, deciding what to wear.

The majority of her closet was sweaters, tights, skinny jeans, and graphic tees. She finally settled for a pair of white tights and a baby blue sweater that went to her midthigh. She dropped the towel, sliding a pair of white panties up her legs, bows for each of her hips. She slipped on a matching bra, encasing her c-cup breasts. She doesn't put the clothes on, trudging to the bathroom to blow dry her hair, the light brown locks hanging just past her ribs when straight, as they were now. She finally dresses herself, pulling on a pair of light blue flats to match, medium sized bows on those. She sits at her vanity in her bathroom, putting on the small amount of make up as she always did, her eyes naturally gorgeous, but in need of a small amount of eyeliner and mascara. She ha natural porcelain skin, as well as her almost permanent amount of blush. She was as cute as a button, as most called her.

Her sister was coming home today, Roxanna couldn't wait. She shoves a white bow in her hair, a blue star at its center. She turns around in front of her mirror, examining how cute she looked. She adds a dab of lipgloss, her mouth minty fresh from an earlier brushing. She leaves her room, locking her door behind her. She skips down the flights of stairs, entering the kitchen. At the sight of breakfast made, she looks around, snatching a strawberry and popping it in her mouth with a small, triumphant 'ha.'

Elys' sleep was ended abruptly the moment the plane's wheel hit the tarmac. She blinked her eyes twice, adjusting to the sunlight peering into her seat window. It was a beautiful morning, and a beautiful day for a reunion. After she gathered her belongings and proceeded out of the plane in a half-awaken state, she went directly to the nearest coffee shop. She reminisced about her childhood and the time she had spent with her younger sisters and her dad. Even though she was adopted, she felt blessed that she was brought in to such a wonderful family. Her sisters loved her truly and she loved them too. Her dad never treated her differently and has given her the same love and warmth that he had given to her younger sisters. It was as if she was really a part of the family. She still remembered the day her father dropped her off at the airport and her hesitation to leave her family behind. She had yearned for the moment when they all will be together again ever since and wondered if Roxy still has her jokes and whether her cooking has improved. She also wondered whether little Bella has gotten better at her dancing and violin play, although she wasn't sure if Bella could still be called little. She was so eager with anticipation.

She put on her headphone and listened to the collection of jazz music she had stored in her iPhone, taking with her the venti caramel latte she had ordered. She was engaged in deep thought as she made her way to the taxi stand outside the airport. For the past years, she had been living all by herself, pursuing in a major she was passionate about, trying to follow in her father's footsteps. She was a recluse however, but she had a few friends she could rely on, all of them were female. She never spent her free time going out to bars, getting drunk or chasing guys while she was there. She was dead serious about her studies and her father's influence on her regarding men didn't help either. Because of that, she mostly spent her time in her apartment, studying and doing the things she loved. Whether it was watching indie movies or listening to obscure bands. This exposed her often to the internet however and by time, she stumbled upon the things that her father wouldn't let her lay her eyes on. She soon found herself drawn to it without her consent and felt for the first time, the feelings of lust and pleasure. She was embarrassed of herself because of this. Her father would surely be disappointed of her if he acknowledged this but she couldn't help herself. She figured it was much more safer and acceptable than sleeping with men. Besides, she thought, what's the harm in knowing how to 'pleasure' yourself? After she had such knowledge, she often looked back on the time when her father would bathe his own three daughters. She brushed this thought however and told herself that it was her father's form of love and nothing sinful and vulgar was associated with it.

She looked through the cab's window, scanning the town that was located not so far from Drake Falls. Figuring if the town has changed or stayed pretty much the same in the one hour drive from the airport. It was then when Elys directed the cab driver to turn towards a forested area, scaling upwards. She had always admired the forest where her house was located and it hasn't change today. It was even better than she had recalled. She smiled unknowingly and closed her eyes. She was finally back home.

She told the cab to stop in front of the bridge leading to her house.
"You live in that house ma'am?" The cab driver asked.
"Yes I do." Elys responded as she paid her fare.
"What a nice house.. You are lucky."
Elys didn't said a word and opened the door from the cab. As the cab was leaving, she filled her lungs with the fresh and cool air of the forest, creating a smile on her face again. She walked towards the front door with a hand dragging her luggage. She was wearing a beige coat, a white collared shirt, a skinny dark blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. When she arrived in front of the door, she steeled herself before she pressed the button that will ring the bell. She wondered who is going to greet her first and was quite nervous that whoever it is will be quite different than what she had remembered.

Name: Lance
Location: 2e floor; 3e bedroom (Bella’s)
Tagged: Bella

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Lance had dried himself off and slid his frame into some confortable fabric. He was the type of person who usually wore jeans and a shirt at home, often without socks or any type of shoes. He had combed his hair in some manner and even a razor blade had been used to trim some of the hairs on his jawline. He a new man and it showed, shoulder straighter and eyes sharper. His daughter would be coming home today, completing the family as a whole.

After his shower he grabbed a hold of his towel and clothing from yesterday, flinging it all over his shoulders while making his usually round through the house. Roxanna’s room was already empty, no doubt the little princess was already downstairs, enjoying breakfast. The energy that girl had in the mornings was unnatural, similar to how her mother was in the past. He grinned at the memory and began picking up her laundry, flicking it over his other shoulder.

The last trip brought him to Bella’s room, purple instantly hitting him with anything it had. He fought his way through the colourful barrage and closed the door behind him. He could hear the small shower running in her little bathroom, no doubt still holding the blue eyed beauty a prisoner there. “Morning.” He said as he opened the door to her bathroom, stepping inside and feeling the foggy heat tease his own skin. “If you stay any longer in there you will end up like a shrivelled old prune and your father and sisters will not be able to recognise you anymore.” He smiled as he opened up her shower door, eyes glancing over her small, young and slender frame. He noticed the blonde hair coated to her shoulders, stopping just a few inches above her perk little breasts and nipples. He fought down his body’s natural reaction to seeing such beauty and unspoiled flesh before him, instead moving a bit closer to the girl and pressing his own lips against hers, kissing her gently for a few seconds. It was your average father daughter kiss, only the length had increased with each passing year without anyone really noticing it.

“You get your behind out of the showers, ok?” He asked, waiting for an answer before nodding. “When you are done, take the towel with you. Better hurry up if you want to join me and pick up your sister from the airport.” He grinned and closed the shower door, grabbing her bed clothing and making his way downstairs.



Name: Lance
Location: 1e floor; living room
Tagged: Roxanna, Elys

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He dropped the laundry on a heap in one of the baskets before entering the living room, seeing his other daughter already taking advantage of breakfast. Lance simply tiptoed over towards her and placed his hands on her waist, holding her tightly while tickling the sides playfully. “And who gave you permission to take advantage of your old father’s labour?” He mused while changing the tickling into a gentle massage, digits pressing against pressure points near her spine. He knew how to get a reaction out of each of his daughters, the occasional shiver or moan of approval when a tensed muscle suddenly relaxed. He made his way to her side and gave her a morning kiss, brushing her fiery hair to the sides, showing more of her delicate features. How she reminded him of his wife.
He broke off the kiss while stealing a strawberry from her collection and grinned as he plopped it in his mouth, releasing a loud smacking noise as he chewed it in half.

He was about to remind her that in a few hours they were going to pick up Elys from the airport when suddenly the doorbell rang. Lance’s eyes narrowed as he heard the sound, body straightening as he began making his way towards the door. They almost never had visitors or solicitors, Lance made sure of that, installing security devices and having his home unregistered in many databases, shielding them off from major companies that sometimes came to the door. His hard expression instantly changed when he opened the door, eyes gazing at his lost child and instantly rushing towards her. Two large arms wrapped her into his embrace and lifted her from the ground, one hand caressing the back of her head as he pressed her firmly in his arms. He could smell her hair, the shampoo she wore and even her natural scent. Her body heat felt like a welcoming roaring heat after trudging through winter all alone. A single tear left the edge of his left eye as he released her, joy overcoming his normal fixed expression and posture.

“How? I thought your plane didn’t land until five hours from now?” He managed to say between smiling and hugging her once more. He finally grabbed her suitcases and herded her inside.

There was a sound of an electronic lock unlocking and the door was soon opened. It revealed a face and a figure that Elys had missed dearly and never forgotten. She could see the joy in her father's eye the moment he caught glimpse of her. Before she managed to say anything, he instantly rushed towards her and embraced her tightly, lifting her feet from the ground. She felt tremendous happiness to be welcomed so warmly by her father that she closed her eyes and put her arms around his neck, returning his embrace. Her father was still as spirited as ever. Aside from his slightly older look, nothing has hardly changed. She glimpsed a tear falling down the edge of her father's eye and couldn't help but moved by her father's love.
“How? I thought your plane didn’t land until five hours from now?” Her father asked the obvious question.
"What can I say? I miss you guys so much that an hour later would kill me, so I took an earlier flight. Besides, it seems like the surprise did work." She chuckled. Lance smiled and they hugged each other once more. He herded her inside, dragging her luggage with him.

The pleasant and sweet aroma of the house struck Elys instantly the moment she entered the house. It has been too long since the last time she set foot here and she had almost forgotten the smell. She walked side by side with her father towards the dining area, her headphone still hanging by her neck. She felt the anticipation almost explode inside her as she felt so eager to meet with Roxanna and Bella and was curious how much they had grown. When her father opened the door to the dining room, she caught a look at a light red-haired woman eating all by herself. Wanting to surprise her, Elys signaled her father to stay quiet as she sneaked towards her. When she was close enough, she put both of her palms on Roxy's eyes, obstructing her vision. Then she imitated their father's voice, "Guess who it is?" It was too hard for her to hold her laughter causing her voice to be a bit shaken.

Roxanna giggles at her fathers actions, continuing to eat breakfast as he walked past. Roxy was quite intent on eating, running her fingers over a magazine she had brought down. She squeaked loudly as her vision was blocked by the blackness covering her eyes. Her plush mouth remained opened for a moment before she reared a hand back and began tickling the figure. "Elys," she giggles, pushing her hands out of the way and turning to hug her sister. Roxanna was the more curvy of the three sisters, bringing the oldest down a bit as she hugged her neck. She nuzzles her sisters cheek, giving it a smeck. "Oh, how I've missed you!" she squeals, stepping back a bit. Her light auburn curls frame her heartshaped face, copper eyes looking up at her sister. She was too adorable for words, her smooth skin almost like real porcelain. She smiles, her innocent pink petals spreading slightly. Roxanna blushes, hugging her sister again and burying her face in her chest. She smelled of her usual perfume before and Roxy inhales it deeply.

Bella was mesmerized with the warm heat seeping into her body and the euphoric feeling of the water as the droplets constantly rained down upon her. At the sound of her father's voice, bidding her a good morning, she grew a smile upon soft pink lips. Light blue eyes looked a the blues of her predecessor. Not even the slightest effort was made to cover up her au naturel form from the eyes of the man who raised her since she was born. A laugh sounded as he mentioned that she would prune up if she stayed in the water any longer. "Dad..." The young blonde whined with a smile before she was given a kiss from her father. It was in the norm for their family. As far as Bella was concerned it was the norm for all families, no? "Yes, dad, I'll be out in a minute." The moment she heard the bathroom door close, she turned the water off and snagged her towel to dry herself off. Once done, she made her way to her room and slipped on her clothes in a bit of a haste. Bella looked forward to taking a trip with her dad to pick up her sister.

No only did she get see her eldest sister, whom she loved, but she could also see what life was like beyond the walls of their home. Beyond their plot of land. Blue slip on clad feet took the stairs two at a time with her towel in one hand, and the second she rounded the corner she got a view of the duo walking to the kitchen. A shriek of excitement sounded from her well formed lungs and she charged at Elys with great excitement. "Oh my gosh! Elys, you're home!" A hug was mandatory and the ivory skinned thirteen year old hugged her adoptive sister while Roxanna was hugging her as well. The girl completely unaware of the surprise that her sister had planned for her red headed sister jst a moment before hand. After a minute she relinquished her grip, but had little to no intention of leaving the happy scene just yet. Even though she did have a wet towel to put away.

Elys returned the warm embraces from her younger sisters, burying her head between their shoulders. "Oh how I missed both of you!" She said excitedly, masking the great longing behind it. She clenched both of her sisters more tightly, never wanting to let go. After quite a while, she let go of her arms and took a step back, turning towards Roxanna. "You've grown so much Roxy, you are almost as tall as I am. And you've become quite the beauty as well." She said teasing her. Then she turned towards the youngest. "How is my little princess doing? You've grown as well. I almost didn't recognize both of you." She paused for a bit. "Of course I'm kidding. I would never forget how my beautiful sisters look like." She said smiling before finishing. "Have you two behaved well? Listened to the old man like usual?" She chuckled as she glanced towards their father. Even though she need to settle in first, she neglected her luggage without a second thought, not planning to leave this scene any sooner.

Roxy only blushes at her sisters comment and curtsied a bit. She would cling to her sisters left arm, not wanting to let her go. She couldn't believe that her sister said she was growing up so well, and it boosted her confidence. "Oh, thank you, sister. I appreciate it," she smiles up at her. She was curious as to how her little sister would feel though. And her father, where did he run off to? She looks around, copper eyes scanning the kitchen and living room in search of the male. She tilts her head a bit, her curls swaying a bit from her head movement.

Their father returned a few minutes later, giving the three girls plenty of time to get reacquainted. He had slowly moved out of the room and grabbed the last of the bags, putting them upstairs and taking a moment for himself, digits slowly fingering the memento of his wife, holding back tears of joy. When he returned in their midst he was composed, happy and filled to the brim with energy to sustain them all for the rest of the day. “Come, come.” He finally said, patting the eldest daughter and herding her towards one of the chairs, letting her sit down and enjoy breakfast he had made. He did pinch her left earlobe playfully and whispered in her ear that “Old?” He then flashed her a knowing wry grin as he playfully shrugged it off, making another batch of pancakes.
Breakfast was spend in a hectic flurry of questions and barely chewed swallows. Everyone had some story to tell or question to demand of one another, although poor Elys no doubt got the largest portion of the assault, having to fend of two siblings and a very overprotective father who switched between happy for her and then flashed to the mode of strict veteran architect. All in all it could be summed up as warm, hectic and long overdue.

After dinner was over he gave his two youngest an assignment each, letting them know what he demanded of them before lunch and then set them to it. He had simply instructed his eldest to follow him, lifting most of her bags with ease as he led her up the stairs and into his room. “You will have to bunk up with me for the meantime, seeing as your old room has been remodelled into a study of sorts.” He stated as he prepared a closet of her own and gave her plenty of space to settle in. There were only three beds in this house, himself owning the largest. She would have to bunk up with one of them if she wanted to sleep at night. The way this family had grown up together this was nothing to fret about, seeing as they were all comfortable with one another. “So, how long do I get to keep you this time?” He asked her calmly as he leaned against one of the walls, watching her frame unpack certain objects.

Little did anyone know that the night that was about to face them would be the first to set them down a path of taboo.

It was a morning like any other, with flurry of questions being thrown around the table, there was barely any time for anyone to chew on their breakfast. Elys was the center of it and received most of the interrogations, leaving her no choice but to neglect her breakfast, even though the pancakes her father had made for them were so inviting. She was asked about her school life, her private life and what's it like generally being in the outside world. Though her father's questions leaned more on her overall well-being and her education, her sisters' questions were more focused on what's it like living outside the walls of Drake Falls. With Lance's eyes fixated on Elys, she only gave information regarding the outside world that her father would deem acceptable. She carefully thought about the words she let on, as there are many things in the outside world that is considered taboo by her family, at least her sisters.

Time flew by so fast and there isn't an amount of time enough for them to catch up with each other. After dinner, her father sent her little sisters away each with assignments and gestured her to follow him upstairs, lifting each of her bags with ease and into his bedroom. Elys was quite surprised when she learnt that her bedroom was turned into a study of sorts and she must slept together with her father on the same bed, but she hid her surprise well enough for her father to not notice. She didn't want him to think that the outside influence had gotten to her and that things won't return like it used to be. She only said with a slight smile on her face, "Okay dad." She turned towards her luggage and began to unpack all of her belongings with her father leaning on the wall watching her. She unpacked her clothes and put them in the closet that her father had prepared for her. While she was unpacking, her father asked, “So, how long do I get to keep you this time?”
"Quite long. I took a month leave from my studies." She replied as she unpacked the last of her items. Her clothes have been neatly put inside the closet and on her bedside, there were architectural books, novels, her headphone, iPhone and laptop. She turned towards her father finally and said with a pleasant smile, "I missed you so much dad.." Then she walked towards him and hugged him one more time.

Elys had been itching for a shower from the moment she got out the plane and there is no time more perfect than after exerting herself unpacking her belongings. Her outlook on the relationship between men and women had changed entirely and she couldn't help but feel reluctant and embarrassed to strip in front of her father. Even though it has been like this in her household ever since and that it is normal for them to see each other naked. "I guess I'll take a shower then." Elys finally said. She didn't want her father to suspect and so she hesitantly began to unbutton her white collared shirt one by one, revealing her well defined breasts resting upon a white bra and her tight waist. She mustered her courage and undid her blue jeans. It revealed a matching white panties and her silky smooth thighs. Lastly, she undid her underwear and her tight pair of breasts with pink nipples jutting ever proudly and her womanhood that shuts perfectly came into view. She unconsciously avoided eye contact with her father as she took a nearby towel and made her way to the bathroom. After she stood below the shower head, she turned the faucet on, letting the hot water trickled down her smooth white body.

Bella was so excited to have her eldest sister back that she hardly touched her own food. Only when Roxy spoke did the young one find it an appropriate time to eat. All of her pancakes managed to disappear past soft lips before she was given her assignment for the morning and after one more hug and kiss pressed to Elys' cheek, her petite feet carried the ivory skin youth up to her own room where she sat at her white desk with the white chair in the room of popping purple accents. The sun light illuminated the room more and the warmth was, as always, inviting. The assignment placed upon the smooth and organized surface of her desk with her back to the door. This way it was easy for her not to see anyone coming in. Making it easy for anyone to check up on her. As usual, young Bella would work her assignment and double check it for an errors before she would begin practicing her violin. It had to be one of her favorite parts of the day. So read and write she did. Checking for grammatical errors of any sort and miscalculations anywhere. When all 'I's were dotted and all 'T's crossed she set the assignment down and stood up from her chair to pull open one of the drawers under her bed and plucked out her violin case. The case was sat upon the soft surface of her purple bed and and opened it.

A mahogany Cremona violin was removed and the bow soon followed. The girl picked a tuned that matched her calm visage and began playing.
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Chopin being one of her favorite music composers. After that song, she was quite content. She was practicing another more complicated one, but since her sister was home she was hoping to spend some quality time with her. The young girl sat upon her bed and fiddled with the tuning of the instrument. Her assignment complete upon the desk. A few music sheets lay within the case that she was trying to learn in her spare time. Which... she had plenty of. Bella did always wonder what it was like outside of their comfy and cozy home. Little would she know that a lot of the things that her family did were not of the norm. Those light pools of blue were damn near identical to her father's and they stared at the music notes upon the sheet. Blonde locks cascading down and around her face. The girl lost in her work. While the room was silent, music was dancing in her head as she read on and on. Her mind clearly focused. A trait one would assume she got from her father.

Roxanna was quite chatty with her sister as they ate breakfast. She was quite disappointed when she had to do her assignment. She hurried upstairs, sprinting past her youngest sister to do her work. Roxanna had always a bit faster thinking when she would do her work, spending half the time most students would fret over. She looked towards the living room, having scooted across the floor on her rolling chair. She saw her sister on her violin and her other sibling and father had disappeared into his room. She raises and eyebrow and stands, kicking the chair across the room. Her mouth was in a thinking poise, eyebrows furrowed as she tiptoed down the hallway into the living room. She scoots up beside the piano, hugging it with her small arms.

"My dear, have you grown lonely since I last danced my digits on your keys?" she asks lowly, her tone light and teasing. She smiles a bit, beginning a very old piece of Beethovens, the deep notes sinking into her skin. She continued on, not pausing as she switched over to 'Passion' by Utada Hikaru. The music filled the living room, the girl zoning out. A perfect smile rest upon her lips, just as her mother. She had always been reminded of how similar she looked like her. Her copper locks and eyes, her cute nose, her smile. She began quickly playing, her emotions flooding her as she played.

Although the mask that was her father remained whole, small cracks started to take place, slowly damaging and corrupting. He had seen a glistering in her eyes, speaking volumes about what she was thinking. His daughter had lost a bit of her innocence, experiencing the corruption of the world. He wanted to grasp her, hold her in his arms and tell her that not every where it was like that. He wanted to hold her in order to mend those fractures, needed it. He didn’t, knowing full well that his daughters would eventually leave the house, go their separate way. He would need to adjust, go with these new developments and try to steer his daughters in this. As he made up his mind he did not realise that later that night he would cross a border that wasn’t meant to be crossed. He calmly walked out of his bedroom, giving one final glance at the door that lead into his bathroom, knowing his daughter was there, feeling uncomfortable.

Love and security hit him hard as he stepped outside of the room, hearing his younger daughter play the violin like a woman fixated on only one thing, bright blue eyes taking in nothing of the world besides the pages on her bed. Lance stood in her doorway for a small time, watching her form and eventually moving towards her, softly placing a hand on her shoulder, gently caressing the skin as he lowered himself to her height. “Simply horrible.” He mused, flashing her a grin that spoke otherwise, letting her know that he was proud of her. He grasped the sheets of paper, slowly tugging it from her hands and taking a better look at them, inspecting the difficulty level and playing the song in his mind, feeling and hearing the notes being struck. “Difficult piece.” He said calmly as he stood up, handing her back the sheets and kissing her lovingly on the forehead, letting her glow from his affection. “I’d love to hear it when you think you are ready.” He then rubbed her shoulder once and left the room, making his way downstairs and hearing the piano being struck.

He made his way over to the piano, glancing at the copper haired creature before him, almost mistaking it for a younger version of his wife, watching those digits move left and right, flashing over the white panels and producing a sound that simply struck your soul, over and over again. He calmly leaned over her, eyes glancing at the positioning of her fingers, searching for the position of the notes and picking up where she currently was. He then placed his fingers on the keys and for a few seconds played along with her, doing his best to keep up with her. His wife had been the talented musician, yet she had tried her hardest to ‘educate’ him, force some culture in his heart. He hadn’t the dexterity or the slenderness required to pull of such a piece, yet he could at least keep it up for a few seconds, if not a minute. So there he was, playing with his child, nose picking up her scent and reminding him once more just how much she reminded him of his wife.

He removed the fingers from the keys and instead massaging her neck somewhat, detriment not to ruin the song any further, simply enjoying the free show she was giving him. When she was done he simply picked her up easily, his taller and stronger frame lifting her weight with ease. He sat down on the sofa and let her sit on his lap, pinching her sides and easing a bit of a giggle out of her. “Now… besides becoming the next Mozart or Beethoven, did you finish all your assignments? If you are the same with studies as your mother, which I hope not, you probably rushed through it just so you could play sooner.” He grinned at the expression her face made then, laughing gently and causing her frame to shake with his laughter, grinding against his lap.

Bella was well focused on her work and was surprised when she felt her father's hand upon her shoulder. Surprises easily turned to happiness as her eyes connected with the blues of her fathers. She sprouted a smile as he came down to her level. Knowing good and well that he was getting a rise out of her. Yet all he did was make her smile. Most likely his intent. Daddy's littlest girl looked as he glanced at the next musical piece she was trying to learn. Warmth flooded through her veins as a kiss was pressed to her forehead. "Thank you." She said as he spoke of his interest in her final result. She watched as her father disappeared past the threshold of her bedroom door. With a soft sigh she went back to practicing on the new song. The sound of the piano reached her ears. She knew which sister that was. Silently Bella envied her sister, Roxanna. She envied both of her sisters. Probably why she tried so desperately hard with anything she did.

Alas, she was done with her practice with the violin today. She wanted to spend more time with Elys while she was still here. She made quick work of putting her notes and violin away in their designated areas before slipping out of her room and making her way to her father's room where she knocked on the door. When she heard no reply she peeked her head in with a meek, "Hello?" When all she heard was her father's shower running, she helped herself, as she always did. Even when she was much younger she would seek solace in her father's company. Even if he was in the shower. So it was no surprise to her when she walked into the bathroom, as opposed to knocking first. The young blonde sat herself upon the toilet with the lid down before she spoke. "Elys?" She said as she reveled in the familiar smell of her sister's body wash. Blue eyes were turned down and looked at her close toed slippered feet while her hands messed with the tulle of her skirt. "What's it like? You know... out there?" She asked. The deep curiosity laden through her young impressionable mind.

Elys was relieved when she heard Lance's footsteps going out of the room. She wasn't sure if she could still maintain her facade if he entered the bathroom. She sighed lightly, enjoying the feeling of the comfortable hot water against her sensitive body and the scent of the shampoo covering her head as she brushes it. When the little princess in pink helped herself into the bathroom, Elys only came to notice her when she said her name. She turned around in response, her body covered with hints of soap. "Hi Bella. What is it?" She asked with a pleasant smile, not even slightly bothered by her presence.
"What's it like? You know... out there?" Bella asked with deep curiosity in her voice.
Elys knew that she would have this conversation with her sisters once she got home. It is only understandable that one would be curious of the outside world if she had been locked up or confined since forever. Elys didn't want to be straight to her however. She didn't want to put bad notions and influences in her head. Which are what the things out there in the real world are capable of doing. She still want to retain her innocence. Knowing full well that the way things work out there differ quite a lot with how things work in the Drake's household. "It's the same out there as it is in here I guess. Though you get to meet more people. Most of the people I met out there came from families just like ours. So you could say that there is no real difference, everyone and everything is nice out there just like it is in here." She finally answered. Hoping that Bella wouldn't suspect a thing.

Bella smiled and listened as her sister explained how it was outside of the walls of their home. For some reason the answer seemed a little vague and it only left Bella wanting to ask more questions. Yet the young sought to stave her tongue rather than bombard her eldest sister with anymore questions as she attempted to relax after being away from home for so long. "That's reassuring." She chimed with a smile that could be heard, even if not seen. "Well as dad told me this morning... stay in there too long and you be wrinkled beyond recognition." An adorable giggle sounded from her lips. Sounding her humor at her own words. Finally those bright blue looked up from her lap and up at her sister. The only subtle obscurities being the suds upon her nude figure. Bella both envied and looked up to her oldest sister. Not only was she gorgeous but very smart. With a heavy sigh she stood up. "Well... I'll see you downstairs then. Bye Elys!" Close toed slippered feet walked her way out of the shower room and soon she found herself back in her bedroom.

Her assignment was snatched off of the desk and petite feet made their way downstairs. "Dad!" Her little voice sounded. Spotting him and her other sister sitting upon the sofa. Seeing the sight she giggles. Thinking it funny. "Dad. My assignment is done. And... I guess Roxy's is gone too." She said as she walks a little closer and pokes her sis in the side before looking at her dad. "I told Elys that if she stayed in the shower any longer that she would be wrinkled beyond recognition. The assignment was set upon the arm of the sofa. "I'm going to get some water... I'm parched." With that she walked off to the kitchen. The short young figure standing upon the tips of her toes to try and reach a glass on the top shelf of the cabinet. As always she had a little difficulty. Especially since this glass was pushed back a little. The young girl was persistent and determined. Investing more than a few minutes in trying to retrieve the glass.

"Nope, father. I finished them all," she smiles at him. Her cheeks do cover with a blush as she wiggled atop his lap, raising an eyebrow as she sat upon her father. Roxanna's arms rested upon her own thighs as she sat atop her father, copper eyes questioning. She fiddles with his long blonde hair, braiding a couple places as he chuckled and teased her. She bites her lip as her sides her squeezed, barely squirming under him.

"I plan to be a very intelligent musician! Studies come first of course," she says, sticking her tongue out at him. Her luscious brown locks shone a bit in the natural light of the house, the eery sense of their mothers presence. She looked like a young photocopy of her fathers wife, and it was a tad creepy about the influence. She usually shrugged it off when her father would stare at her like he did her mother, thinking it was only natural by the way she was murdered. She pokes his nose suddenly.