My Sisters Keeper (DigitalSiren x Staine)

[Bunny]

Willow gazed out of the car window, the decorative awning sheltered the doorman in his fancy uniform from the rain that pounded on the car roof. Sharp little metallic pings that also helped drown out the perky social worker who cheerily tried to reassure her that this place, in the ritzy side of the city was the best place for her, great place to start again. Blah.. blah.. blah. Rolling her jade eyes, Willow gave a loud sigh that only a teenager could manage filled with annoyance and boredom in equal measurements. The state had found her two junkie parents unfit to care for her.. shocking. Who would have guess that the two people who had had another child, her older brother in fact who emancipated himself from their tender care were unfit parents.

It was unsurprising that Willow had little faith in the system at this point. She had been three when Caleb had left.. CPS had tried to take her away as well, but somehow.. her parents had been found competent? The only abuse at the time had been to Caleb. That however had changed quickly enough. It had started small enough in places and in ways that were easily explained in the visits by CPS that plague her parents. As the visits slacked off and other children were made priority the abuse escalated. Burns, beatings.. As a small child she had little recourse. It was.. normal wasn't it? And that is how Willow came to grow up in her own personal hell. She was thirteen when she cut herself the first time, it was something she had control over and the sweet rush of pain was something she came to look forward to. A release from her world, her life... It was that started the second wave from CPS and what eventually lead her here, in the car of an annoyingly chatty woman parted in front of her brother's apartment. And hey, she was only sixteen now.. only thirteen years in hell was getting off easy.

At some point the chatty Cathy had exited and hand come around to her door and opened it. Cool air brushed her face, tendrils of pink catching in the breeze. Brushing back her hair Willow exited the car, standing in the downpour. Cathy, or whatever her name was made a soft clucking noise and gently pulled her under the shelter of the awning, tisking her softly. "Don't you want to look your best for your brother?" Willow offered a shrug. "Why bother" She could honestly care less. He had left her to rot in the shit hole with her parents.. He was just as bad as them as far as she was concerned. Besides it's not like the rain was going to do her much harm. She hadn't showered in the past few days at her foster home.. Her foster "dad" had been quite the lecherous perv. Dressed in a fine fishnet body suit, a black skirt with little white crosses on each pleat and a black crop top with long sleeves that hid her scars. A pair of platform heels with matching crosses completed her 'look'.

Guided past the smiling doorman and through the pristine lobby to an elevator Willow endured what seemed like an eternity more with Cathy who still tried to pull the sullen and damaged child out of her shell to no avail. After the 30th story Cathy stopped trying, Willow quite content to ignore the peanut like wah wah of the woman. When they reach floor 57 the elevator came to a stop and opened into a small entry way. Knocking on the door Cathy tried one more time to talk her ward into smiling or something.. Willow met the request with a sneer. Seems Caleb was well off.... No wonder he had left her and stain of a child alone to rot. Cathy knocked on the door as Willow adjusted her stance, arms crossing under her budding breasts, that sullen sneer still plastered across her face as the door opened.

 

[Staine]

He'd smiled when she had said she loved him back, the lust still had been in his eyes but something else too. He was also aware that it might not be the same kind of love...but he honestly didn't know how he felt about this yet, it was new, exciting...he wanted her and he had stopped fighting his urges for the most part. He still didn't know if he would take her, take that last step, but teasing her was more than just a little fun...the way she reacted to his strikes was much more satisfying this time, real cries of pain as they came harder and she was already sore, and the whimper he got from her when he had pressed the switch on the cattleprod even when it hadn't been near her...she feared it. He liked that...fear was just as much fun as pain to play with. When he had threatened to use it on her and she had actually asked him not to, had shook her head...he'd growled in appreciation right before the next strike had landed. After the tenth strike had landed he quietly moved up to her, placing a soft kiss on her ass where the criss crossing of angry red lines looked most fierce. "You're doing great...half way done. I'm proud of you..."

He pressed the tip of the cane upwards between her thighs again, careful not to touch anything else and get just a centimetre of it into her pussy. From her he had a much better angle, he could see how wet she was, how much he was affecting her. He was hoping the cane felt like the prong of the prod again, only letting a little into her so it would feel like just one of them. He looked up at her, grinning, and pointed the actual prod away from her, far away. "You're dripping...you're making a mess of yourself. I think my little sister might be a bit of a painslut...what do you think, Willow?" He could see her tears, how she was trembling. He wanted more. "Mmmm...looks good enough to maybe even eat...but such thoughts need punishing. Maybe I should press this switch..." Smirking, he did just that after a moment of letting the fear build, the crack sounding off scarily but harmlessly a metre or so behind her. Chuckling, he kissed her hip. "Do you know what a safeword is? If it gets too much, say the word peppermint, and I will stop. Just saying no won't cut it...so say the word and I end the session immediately." He kissed one more time and stepped back, taking aim with the cane before starting again with slow, hard, methodical strokes on the backs of her thighs and her already abused, beautiful ass.

 

[Bunny]

She trembled slightly but when he said he was proud she swelled a little. It was like the night before when he said he was proud of her school work, but this.. was sweeter somehow. She whimpered, thinking it was the prong a soft little cry escaping her. She wanted to wiggle.. flee but couldn't. His words were heard, but dimly the fear paramount. When the arch went off she screamed. crying now in frustration, for in Willow's mind that had been mean. So very mean...

The kiss pulled her out of that haze and she shook her head no to his question. Not aware if he could see it. Peppermint. She trembled harder now, the scream and fear having taken their toll. The next swipe was almost missed before she counted "Eleven" Each stroke of the can was counted, most of her numbers tinged with pain, some with small screams if it hit a particular sore spot.

Willow didn't know how much more she could take once she hit fifteen and at seventeen she was having trouble standing and at twenty she stopped trying, letting her body sag against the cross, her wrists bound above the only thing keeping her upright. Tears flowed freely, soft continuous sobs escaping her. She hurt.. oh she hurt but a part of her felt.. sated. She was proud of herself, taking what he inflicted.. Knowing hurting her was both cathartic and arousing for him.

 

[Staine]

Caleb had laughed when she screamed, grinning ear to ear. Being a sadist wasn't completely about the pain, teasing her was it's own kind of fun and that had definitely been fun. The next swipe of the cane followed shortly, the rest slow and aimed, practiced proficiency making it easy to hit as close to his targets as he could and by the time he was finished her rear and thighs were a patchwork of crossed, angry looking red weals. He smiled and sighed, satisfied...it would heal, and he would help it do just that, but god damn he had never been as turned on as he was right now. Strangely, sex wasn't the main thing on his mind. He wanted her, he wanted his little sister badly but tonight he wasn't sure he would take her, not after this. He walked to his rack, wiping off and replacing both the cane and the cattleprod with the alcohol wipes he kept by all the racks, then walking back to Willow, placing his hand gently on her rear. "How does it feel? Think something like this can replace cutting for you?" Smiling, he crouched to uncuff her ankles, both of them, then reached up to undo the higher cuffs.

He did her right arm first, and had his arm on her back as he leaned to do the left. Once it was unbuckled he pulled back firmly on her mesh shirt with his right hand, his left arm behind her knees, catching her in his arms as she fell backwards towards him. Looking down at her in his arms, he smiled. She had been crying a lot, her face was a mess and she had been barely able to stand as he had uncuffed her, he knew she was exhausted. He carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. "Was it what you imagined? I went a little hard on you, for your first time...you had me so excited though." He didn't care that he was admitting that to her, he felt way past that in this moment. He rolled her over onto her stomach, then started to pull off her shirt and the bra thing she was wearing. Opening a drawer from the dresser next to him he pulled out an ointment, it would sting at first but then it would soothe, and heal. He climbed onto the bed over her, one leg at a time, straddling her and growling softly as his hardness pressed against her sore rear, a smirk on his face, then laid down next to her. Opening the bottle, he poured a little onto his hand. "You took that well...this is going to sting but it is for your own good okay? It will help you heal, just give it a chance and it will feel good." Leaning down he kissed the small of her back at the same time as he pressed his palm to her ass, very gently rubbing the ointment in.

 

[Bunny]

Her voice was whisper soft, her mind kind of floaty. "Yes" She could vaguely feel what he was doing to her ankles, the cuffs around them loosening and then freed. She was already not supporting her own weight, it didn't matter to her. She gave a small cry as she was yanked backwards, her world spinning and a low whimper of agony as her bruised ass and thighs were moved. The way he cradled he was careful to avid pressure to that most sensitive of areas, but the position caused her skin to stretch and move. Her head against his chest she looked up at him from under her lashes before closing her eyes.

Some part of her mind felt silly for being so... exhausted and she hadn't even been moving. He had done all the work. Laid on the bed she cried out again, eyes flying open, a low sound coming from her throat, a constant whimper of pain. It stopped when he rolled her over. "No.. I.. I not sure... what.. expect" Forming words seemed hard for her, her tongue thick. She could feel him undressing her, but it was hard for Willow to help.. and she didn't care. Once the fishnet shirt was off the bra had simple enough lacing at the back.

His playful cruelty earned him a whimper and a soft curse as the pain flared to life for a moment. When he said it was going to sting she shook her head quickly, head still fuzzy. "nnnnoooooo" She didn't want more pain right now.. The kiss she thought was his acceptance, the stopping of play.. that was until his hand reached her ass. New tears formed and she tried to move away from him with the little strength she had left. She had no idea what he was doing was to help.. even though he said it she was having trouble understanding. Everything felt a little funny.

 

[Staine]

He'd chuckled as she answered him, her voice was soft, something he had expected. It didn't matter that she had barely been moving, muscles would have tensed, her body was trying to heal, she had been through a lot and it would have exhausted most people especially a girl her age who had never been through it before. He had smiled when she said she wasn't sure what she had expected, at least that's what he thought she had been trying to say. "I told you I like to hurt people...you should have expected that at least." It wasn't lost on him that he had probably hurt her more than she had been before, pretty much ever in fact, but she had wanted this, he had wanted this, and he was going to take good care of her.

She'd whimpered and cursed as he had climbed over her but he didn't mind, just because most of the pain was over didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the aftercare too. He hadn't expected her to struggle though. He placed his hand on her back, kneeling up for leverage while climbed onto her, straddling her legs about half way down. "No Willow, this is good, listen to me." His voice was sharp, though it softened quickly once he was sure she was held down firmly enough. "This will make you feel better, it is absolutely necessary and It's going to happen. Don't worry, it will start to soothe very soon!" He continued to rub the salve in, it would only be seconds, not minutes, before the stinging from the ointment itself stopped and it shouldn't be much longer before it helped with the pain she must be feeling from the caning. It didn't matter how much she struggled, he rubbed it in until everywhere he had struck was covered and it had penetrated the skin.

 

[Bunny]

His tone had sharpened and that alone pierced the fog. The words still seemed floaty, but at the very least she stopped trying to flee. She whimpered and sniffled as he rubbed it in. It did sting, and the pressure albeit light caused her pain still, that was until the cream started to work.. The pain was still there, oh she still hurt.. but.. it was less? Or was she imagining things. Her voice was muffled and a little perturbed and oh.. so ... very pouty. "I thought you said it would help.. I can still feel my ass...." She had expected something numbing to take the pain away, but it was clear that this wasn't going to happen. At that very moment she wished it would...

She had never been beaten quite like that. Sure her parents had thrown her around a little. Open hand slaps, closed fists.. Rough grabbing of her arms or pushing her about.. But nothing quite like this pain. Nor had she ever inflicted this level of pain on herself either. This was almost exquisite in it's pain, the sort out of body feeling she had.. and it wasn't just going to vanish.. No.. in some part of her mind she knew this.. this would linger. A reminder. Like a souvenir.

 

[Staine]

It had been much easier to rub in the ointment when she stopped struggling, not that holding down his little sister had proven very difficult to him. It sped up the process a little, and before long he was done. Grabbing a wipe as he put the bottle away, he cleaned off his hand and climbed down to lay beside her again. He had a smirk on his face as she spoke, rolling his eyes as he looked down at her, resting his head on his palm as he laid on his side. "It will help, help it to heal. It wasn't something that would numb it, that doesn't actually help it just makes it feel better." He leaned down and brushed her vivid pink hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. She was adorable like this. "Just trust me, this is the ointment you will be thankful for when you wake up in the morning.

His hand, now that he didn't have to rub the ointment in, was stroking her side and her lower back, at least avoiding the areas he knew would be sore, petting her in a way. He always gave aftercare, he wasn't a monster and he didn't want anybody leaving him and not being taken care of but with her he hadn't actually done what he usually would and satiated his lust. He was still hard, just looking at her poor, abused rear made him throb with desire but he was more interested in taking care of her. That hadn't happened before...the aftercare usually came after. "So how are you feeling about it, Willow? How did the whole experience make you feel?" He stroked his fingers through her hair. "You were so beautiful up there, the sounds you made..."

 

[Bunny]

She made a very unladylike sound. Oh she did trust him.. But currently it was her ass that felt like this. That ache so deep. The burn had died down mostly. be it the time or his 'helping' ointment. Something about that 'helping ointment' made her feel.. bratty. She turned her face towards him, her eyes narrowed her hand moving, though slowly to push at the arm that supported his head. "Couldn't it do both?" Her tone held a little whine. She closed her eyes and sighed softly at the touch. That.. that felt nice and did help her mind slip away from the pout and the pain.

She gave a small sound like a purr, albeit weak to the hand in her hair. She slowly opened her eyes and frowned softly, silent for a little while. "I.. like it. I know that much even if it does hurt. It's.. part of what I like and I find it confusing." She closed her eyes again. "It feels.. odd to enjoy the hurt. I mean.. It really hurt.." one eye opened, the look was unfriendly. "And you're kind of an asshole for the fake shocks..." Sighing she opened her other eye and shrugged some, wincing. "Why does shrrrruuugggging hurt?!" Her voice was outraged that shrugging would dare to hurt and she whimpered pouting at him. "But.. I.. I would do it again.."

She turned her head away from him and let her eyes fall closed again. She didn't quite get how she could have been beautiful. She didn't think she was normally and definitely didn't feel that way ugly crying which she had been doing towards the end. Nor did she get the sounds.. but that was why this was his thing and not her she supposed. Her mind slipped back to her scream. She wanted to call him an asshole again, but it would have taken too much of an effort.

 

[Staine]

She seemed to be feeling more chatty now at least, just a little, and he was sorely tempted to smack her ass after her comment and the pouting. He grinned, instead climbing to his knees and starting to unbutton his shirt. While he did so, he spoke to her, partly to answer her and partly because he found he liked talking to her, he liked her like this even if she was a little bratty. "Well what do you find confusing about it, little sister? Maybe I can help with that." As he pulled away his shirt and threw it to the side of the bed it was clear he worked out, he had his own private gym room after all, he was well muscled but not overly so like a body builder would be. He started to unbuckle his slacks, shaking his head and laughing with a smirk. "Suit yourself, next time the shock will be real." He lowered his trousers to his knees, then let himself fall down onto his back, lifting his rear up to kick them off the rest of the way. Last came the socks. He'd let her keep her own stockings on, he loved how they looked, but just white socks and boxers felt weird.

Laying back down next to her again, he cuddled closer into her side. He'd never really been one for cuddling but he was beginning to think it just wasn't with the right people, he had enjoyed it with her when they watched movies. His hard length pressed against her side, it was subsiding but it was taking it's time, inevitable with her in front of him like this. Pressing into her he leaned over her to the dresser by her side, grabbing a wipe from the roll that was on it and bringing it to her face. "Close your eyes, let me just get this. Shrugging hurts because you're exhausted." Cleaning her face carefully, he discarded the wipe and placed his arm over her as he laid his head on his pillow. "I hope so, little sister. I hope you want to do it many times."

 

[Bunny]

Willow spoke, face still turned away, her voice sleepy. "Well, liking pain." she trailed off for a moment. "Being aroused by it" She gave a small sigh. "I know it can't be all that odd. You like giving pain, others have been under your tender mercy.. So it's like I am alone, I understand that at least. But that's like an adult saying they know and understand. Yes they do but, they also knew their experience. And not matter how close the parallel, it's not exact." She had always found that frustrating.

She could feel the bed shifting and finally curiosity won out and she turned her head back towards him. Caleb was handsome, that there was no denying. She pouted at him for a moment before her eyes drifted lower, his hands working on his belt. Blushing she turned away again. "Please don't... You don't think ti was mean at all?" She felt he knew it was and perhaps that was part of the fun. Butthead.

She felt the bed shift again and his warmth was back she gave a small content sigh. She turned her head back to him as he leaned over her. Her fidgety nature with her head was likely because she really wanted to move but couldn't bring herself to do so. Willows eyes were greeted with the strong planes of his chest. She wanted to press a kiss to his chest, but was very unsure were they sat.. Obediently she closed her eyes, allowing him to wipe her tears from her face.

The arm over her as he laid back down was comforting but his words had her open her eyes slowly. "You.. want to do it again" There was confused hope in her question. They both knew they had both enjoyed it.. even if she had been a little itsy bit bratty.

 

[Staine]

Caleb listened to her, smiling, stroking her hair lightly just to keep up the contact he had with her. He didn't want to let this go...as wrong as it was to be nearly naked with his younger sister who he had just mercilessly caned, who he had touched sexually...sure. It was wrong, but he didn't want to stop. He'd come far enough anyway, and she seemed to want it as much as he did. "I don't think there's anything wrong with it at all, but I see how it could be confusing for you." He had smiled as she had listened and let him wipe away the tears, chuckling. "There you go, no more tears on that pretty face. Yes Willow, I think it was mean." He kissed the top of her head, she was so adorable in how she seemed to understand him sometimes and then not others. This was one of the latter. "I'm a sadist, it's not just the physical pain...I like teasing you, I like the fear...in a controlled environment of course. I wasn't going to shock you there, not yet and maybe not ever but scaring you like that amused me, and it turned me on. A lot."

He nodded, holding her close, letting their body heat sink into each other. "Why wouldn't I want to do it again? Willow, can I ask you a question?" She seemed hesitant, unsure of how he felt about everything that had happened and in truth he was a little too. It was time to stop beating around the bush, and she was vulnerable right now so he had to be the one to push it. "Did it bother you at all, being aroused by it? I told you I would be, that it would be sexual for me, and it was, very much so...and I touched you...there...too. Here." He reached down to her thigh, squeezing it gently before running his hand up towards her pussy, letting his fingertips graze her there. "I don't just want to do it again, I...I want you. I know that's awful, we're siblings, you're so much younger than I am...but I do. I want you like I've never wanted anybody else. If that doesn't bother you, then I'd be happy to do it again. If you don't feel the same way, I can stop myself from going too far too, but you'd still have to make peace with knowing that I desire you as more than just a sister." Even at his age, even though he was the one with all the power here he had still been scared saying it openly, but it was out now. He couldn't unring that bell. "Oh yeah, a question. I guess I want to know what it is you want? Just...tell me. I want it straight."

 

[Bunny]

She knew it! Butthead! She didn't say that out loud, it wasn't necessarily wise to provoke someone who she let hurt her. Willow didn't think Caleb would be overly cruel about it.. But from his previous statements, he may very well use it as a flimsy excuse. Shivering despite the warmth of his body beside hers she bit her lower lip. It was scary to know that he liked hurting and scaring her and... exciting.

She watched him as he spoke, almost afraid to breathe like it would break the spell. She wanted to tell him the truth.. But was so afraid. But, if ever there.. was a time. The fingers between her thighs cemented that she should say something, a little moan escaping her. "Caleb. Stop.." Good good, she was scared. But she needed.. to tell him. If this was going.. to be whatever it might be.. He had to know.

"I have something to tell you.. please let me say it all before you say anything" She took a deep breath. She'd have preferred to be standing or at least sitting up.. preferably not naked. "This morning, when we woke up.. I woke with your hand between my legs. I am not sure really what happened the night before, but I.. I liked it. I have liked you in a way that is.. not" She paused searching for the correct words "Natural, since that first movie.. And the snapping of my hair tie. I didn't really understand it at the time. But it was comforting... sexual if just a little bit for me. I didn't know what to do about it, so I was trying my best to ignore it. You'd only been kind to me and I didn't.. want to jeopardize it." She took a deep breath and went on "But while I was playing out a silly fantasy in my head, you woke.. And you said things, thinking I was asleep... You kissed me." Tears were forming at her lashes again she she took a shaky breath. "I found out that the feeling wasn't perhaps, one sided... So I did.. something unforgivable. I intentionally put you into a position to push at your" She grasped for the word "limits.. Of what was acceptable?" Tears trailed down her face and she closed her eyes. "I'm sorry.. I should have manipulated you.. Please.. don't hate me" There, it was all out on the table... and she felt like her heart might break, the fear so tangible that her chest ached.

 

[Staine]

Caleb was trying not to touch her the entire time she spoke, worry on his face. He had taken a huge chance but she had told him to stop as soon as he had touched her sex, it wasn't a great sign for him. She'd asked him to let her finish, to let her speak her mind and while he was a little worried about what she might say, that maybe she would find what he was doing disgusting, no less abusive than their parents, he owed her that. To listen. That was his biggest fear...that he would end up like them, abusive. He didn't think he was, he knew he loved to inflict pain on others, to scare them but he didn't feel it was the same...he didn't think their parents had enjoyed hurting, he felt they did it because they could, because they wanted to get their way. He did it for a cathartic release, because it made him happy but he always made sure it was with somebody who wanted the same thing.

So he listened, and he was patient. The more she carried on the less worried he became, and by the end he had the slightest smile and a raised eyebrow. He was actually kind of impressed she had managed to manipulate him so well and learning she had been awake then, it was shocking at first but now...he didn't mind. "So you played me. Seduced me, your poor, innocent big brother?" He was almost chuckling as he spoke and his fingers were on her back again. "I don't hate you, little sister, I could never hate you. I will have to punish you for that though, maybe I should go get the cattleprod..." He broke out into a grin, then he did the least brotherly thing he could think of, he leaned down and kissed her, properly. He growled softly as their lips connected and his hand slid down to her rear, squeezing it roughly. When he pulled back, he smiled warmly. "Willow, it's not your fault. For weeks I have been watching movies with you and snapping your band, I knew you liked pain, I knew it probably ran a little sexual but I liked hurting you. I made you feel that way for me, even if I didn't mean to...so I'm the one who should be sorry. Besides, I'm a little impressed you went so far."

 

[Bunny]

She opened her eyes as he spoke, there was.. laughter in his voice? She needed to see it with her own eyes. An amused look, a smile on his lip, and then the hand on her back. She wanted to start sobbing. He wasn't mad??? The talk of punishment made her laugh, a surprised sound. She wasn't enamored with the idea of the cattle prod, but... It was fitting punishment she felt. ha'd he really wanted to.. She would have let him.

When he leaned down to kiss her he found her mouth soft and wanting. The hand on her ass causing her to cry out, the sound muffled by his mouth. When he pulled back she was breathless and slightly bemused. She blushed softly and lifted her eyes to meet his. "I.. I love you Caleb" And she did.. and this time, there was no doubt as to in which way. She gave him a shy smile, one hand rising to touch his chest, tentatively. "So... what now?" She was curious were they would go from here. It, would never be easy.. If they tried a relationship, even so, she was game.. if he was.

 

[Staine]

He smiled back down at her and his hand came up to brush her hair out of her face. She seemed...surprised almost that he wasn't mad at her. It was just another thing she was doing that was adorable and he loved the slight blush she had on her cheek. "I love you too Willow...not just like a sister I think." He felt her hand on his chest and while he didn't have a perfect answer for her question, he did have an answer. "Now, we sleep. It's late, and it's been a strange night for both of us don't you think?" He knew she hadn't meant what now as in right now, but that was how he had chosen to answer it first. Smirking, he suddenly grabbed her and turned her to her side facing away from him, pulling her back into his chest so they were spooning, and his boxer shorts were pressing against her rear. He let his arms slip around her, wrapping her tightly in his embrace.

"Then, who knows? I'm still your guardian, your caregiver, but now I think I might be more too. I'd like that." He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. "Something Dominant of course. Like your Master. I can make you do chores for me and beat you to tears every night or so, maybe it will be fun." He was teasing her a little, but the idea didn't sound that bad actually, maybe just a little off for them. His tone got softer as he spoke. "You'll be my first you know. First actual relationship, if that's what you want. I think I'd like that..."

 

[Bunny]

His answer definitely earned him a disgruntled look, though it was playful. It seemed his answer to that bratty look was to flip her to her side. A soft squeal as he did so and a whimper as her tender skin was pressed back into him. That was unkind, but she was beginning to understand that for him, it was one more way to show his love... Or at the very least his sadistic, playful side. The tight embrace made her relax. Her face away from him, she closed her eyes for the last time.

The kiss his words.. She shivered against him, which resulted in a whimper, her ass the cause. "I'd like that too" Very much so she thought... though she didn't relish the idea of chores... She smiled softly and yawned. "Caleb, how come?" She was curious why he'd never had a relationship like this before. Even as jealousy shot through her at the idea of him with anyone else like this, she found it odd. This seemed like a perfect solution for his proclivities.

 

[Staine]

He had smirked as she had whimpered, the pain in her rear surely a reminder of what he was...just because they were talking more serious matters at the time it wouldn't do for her to forget what he liked, just because he was being a little sappy didn't mean he couldn't be a bit of an asshole and hurt her. She was right in thinking it was affectionate...he didn't just casually cause pain like that to anybody else, he never had...when he had hurt people before it had been because they both wanted it, sexually, and were already in a scene of sorts. With Willow, he just enjoyed causing her a little bit of pain anyway, it was like a soft pet for him or a kiss on the head.

"Good girl, then we can figure something out I'm sure, something fitting." He snuggled close, on the verge of sleep but enjoying just being with her and talking. He liked the questions too, he liked how she was curious and how he felt about her...and her question was a good one. It made him think. "I don't really know. I always just wanted sex and to hurt, to get my release and move on, but I never really felt a connection with those I hurt, I never let one develop I guess. Those I did end up liking, I didn't hurt. Kept the two separate you know? Like..." He squeezed her tightly. "It wasn't like I had trouble finding anybody to satiate myself and I guess if I'm not in a relationship I can't have kids, nobody to abuse...I don't ever want to turn into them..."

 

[Bunny]

Willow frowned and struggled in his arms. She had listened and before it had been all okay. She knew she and he would never go the kids route, however. Pulling from his arms she slowly and painfully turned to look at him, leaning above him. Her face was furious and her voice shook with it. "I know you're the dominant here, but you listen to me Caleb Stephen Cade" She jabbed his chest with her finger. "You're nothing like them" It was hard for her to keep this pose, still exhausted from the play but she needed him to hear this. "I freely admit I was a little shit when I first moved in with you. But you were kind, you didn't push. you let me have the time I needed. Had you been dad? I would have had a split lip.. a back eye or a new burn. Yes.. you like to hurt people." She gave a small sigh and cupped his cheek "But the people you hurt, know that you're going to do it. It's consensual.. I don't know this for a fact, but I'd be willing to bet that you'd never take them past what they could handle.. and if you did for some reason you'd be wracked with guilt. Though, I honestly don't see that happening" She nodded to the burn on his arm "Think mom felt bad burning you with the iron? Or when she burned me with her lighter?" She gave a growl, it was a fair impersonation of his frustrated one. "Do not ever.. EVER compare yourself to them, or think you could ever be them"

She shook her head, her arm supporting her trembling. "I know you're like soooo old" she was trying to tease him, lighten the mood. "But it's really surprising you're this daft, big brother" She leaned down and kissed him, softer sweet and lingering. "You've been more of a father in half a year... then that were in sixteen.. That should tell you how much unlike them you are" Willow couldn't help herself. She smirked at him playfully. "Even if you were easily corrupted by your baby sister to touch her in her no no squares.."

 

[Staine]

Caleb hadn't expected her to struggle but when she did he had relaxed his grip on her, a confused look on his face as he tried to figure out what she was doing. She turned to face him and she looked to be in pain still as she did it, but he could see how angry she was, and when she started to speak he could hear it in her voice. He just listened, keeping his eyes on her and actually flinching as she jabbed his chest. It was actually a little painful! All of her points made sense, and he had known it all anyway but that's why it was a fear...everything he did he tried to prove he wasn't them but he could never be sure, it was terrifying to him. He smiled softly when she called him daft and slipped his arm beneath her, pulling her down on top of him and kissing her back, gentle and deep. When she pulled away he grinned at her joke and his hand slid down from her flank to her ass, squeezing one cheek and pulling it sideways, parting them before sliding the hand between them. His fingertips touched her asshole as he looked into her eyes.

"Yeah, so easily corrupted and now I'm going to touch her all of her no no squares...they're my no no squares now." He felt better after her pep talk/angry chastising, and he pulled his hand back to her side and smiled. "Thank you Willow...I needed to hear that. I know it all, I know I'm not them but it's something always lingering on my mind you know?" He'd never opened up about his fears to anybody else before, never felt he could. He laughed, happy. "You know what they say, don't poke the bear? Don't poke the sadist you little brat...you'll pay for it. Now close your eyes, let's sleep. I want to sleep holding you again, I liked that the other day. It felt...special."

 

[Bunny]

If she had been asked, she was quite happy he had made her stop being all tough and pulled her down on top of him. Her arms folded on his chest, a pillow for her head. She was content to look down at him, but he seemed to want to hurt her. Her eyes crunched closed as she gave a cry of pain. Slowly they opened again, his fingers in a place that well.. was very foreign to her. She squirmed a little. They were his. She was his. That oh so familiar ache was back between her legs.

"I know, but you needed to be told to. She kissed his chest. "You're a good man Caleb." She blinked and rolled her eyes. "I have a feeling you'd use flimsy excuses for 'poking' the bear." The smile she flashed was shyer but her eyes danced with mischief. "Besides. We both know you enjoy hurting me. I don't think I'd even have to poke" She rolled to her side again, whimpering with the movement so he could cuddle her back into his arms. "Me too..."

With that she let herself fall silent. It was.. hard to imagine this day had happened, even with the fact that her big brother was currently cuddling her close, her ass still acutely aware of the 'roughness' of his boxers. She sighed and let her eyes close. It took her a little while to fall asleep, surprising really. She was bone tired but it was like being a little kid waiting for Christmas, the night before they were alight with that tingle that excitement. This was her Christmas.. Even if it had already come. The joy was that real. In time however, her breathing softened and sleep claimed her.

 

[Staine]

Caleb smiled softly and kissed the top of her head at the same time as she kissed his chest. He liked that, he liked that she was able to turn tough and scold him when he was down on himself. It didn't happen often, though that might be because he hadn't really had anybody to be responsible to until she had come into his life but now he had her to look after. She wasn't his child but he was no less her caregiver, that was just fact and something she had made pretty clear herself. He liked it too...he liked looking after her as much as he enjoyed hurting her, just in very different ways. He laughed softly and smirked as she smiled shyly at him, speaking before rolling off to the side. Wrapping his arms back around her he pulled her into him again, powerful arms encircling her.

"No, but if you do poke it will be more fun." He was whispering in her ear, a soft growl to his voice. He was horny, very horny, semi erect against her just from the brief moments of arousal he had gotten from her teasing and his own, he would have to sleep like that though...next time he'd be happy to fuck her while she was still in agony and exhausted, but her first time? He wanted it a little more special. Just thinking that he would be the one to take that from her, her first...that alone thrilled him. "It won't all be pain you know, I will be teasing you a lot too. You have no idea how it feels to be on the very edge of the most blissful orgasm you could imagine and then...nothing. Feeling it fade away, begging to be touched while I laugh and grin at you." Unfair, but like he said, teasing her was fun too.

He felt her start to breathe more steadily, he could tell she was falling asleep and he followed soon. No doubt that given their positions and his arousal he was going to wake up hard again but this time he didn't mind, he welcomed it. He wanted her to feel how big he was, nine and a half inches and thick...he wondered if she would be scared. He was going to be gentle but he was maybe hoping she would be, just a little."Goodnight, Willow. I love you." He was sure she was already asleep, he just liked the words.

 

[Bunny]

She didn't know. In part that was something that kept her up. Willow had never had an orgasm either. She.. hadn't done much sexually. Little space to do such, little desire, creepy father, little self appreciation or value. They all played a part. Unsure of how she felt about being teased, Willow guessed she'd find out with him. If he liked it, there was a high chance she would as well, at least thus far.

She was fast asleep before he whispered his goodnight, er body having succumbed to its exhaustion. Her dreams had nothing within them she could remember, if she dreamed at all. She likely would have slept later had it not been for the soft throbbing. At first.. she didn't know what it was, but it went in time with her heart. She mind foggy with sleep. As she came to she was very aware of it however and she groaned softly.

Willow was unsure but she was willing to bet it had to do with her ass being nestled in his lap. The hard length of him pressed firmly in the valley of her cheeks. She could feel the enormity of him. While she didn't know much about sizes of males or such things.. she knew he seemed huge. That was meant to go inside her body? She doubted if that was even plausible. "Morning" Her voice was horse from the crying and the little screaming she had done.

 

[Staine]

Caleb didn't have many dreams either, flashes of them perhaps but nothing that really stuck with him which was usually the way. As he had suspected she was asleep when he had spoken but he didn't mind, he had all the time in the world to tell her how he felt about her, and he had already told her anyway. It had been...a lot for them to get through, a lot had happened but in the end he fell asleep happy, satisfied...horny but satisfied. He started to wake once he heard her groan, he wasn't the lightest sleeper but he wasn't used to sleeping with others either. He heard her say morning and suspected she either knew he was awake or was testing him. He smiled, he didn't feel he needed to pretend to be asleep even if it could have been fun to see what she did, he could feel how hard he was, pressed against her, his length trapped between them and only his thin silk boxer shorts protecting her from him. He grinned, and kissed the back of her neck.

"Good morning little sister...is it just me or is something happy to see you?" It was one of the cheesiest jokes he had ever told and he wasn't even doing it right, it was meant to be her saying it. He could hear the hoarseness in her voice and he rolled away from her to the side of the bed he was on. His playroom was stocked with all the things he would expect to need, including fresh water in the small fridge/freezer beside the bed. Water and ice cubes for...other things. Grabbing her a bottle, he rolled back to her and held his arm over her, dangling it in her face. "Have a drink, it will help. Any regrets yet? Having the urge to cut?" He hoped not, but he felt he had to ask. "None on my part...I'm happy to wake up with you, something you can confidently assume I've never said to anybody else, ever." He ran his hand down to her thigh and gently stroked it on the side.

"I have to say it does feel weird though, waking with somebody in my arms. I don't even know what to call you besides your name. My girlfriend? My pet? Daughter?" He grinned at the last one, she had already said he had been a parent to her even as her brother. "My Weeping Willow?" He was referencing how she had cried for him as he hurt her, a soft growl in her ear. "I liked that one...when you cried for me. I like tears..."

 

[Bunny]

Snorting softly she looked over her shoulder as he rolled away. "Isn't that my line?" Smiling softly she stuck her tongue out at him. The water was accepted and she sat up wincing. She glanced at him and decided on a small tease "I see what you did there.. This is some... dommy trick isn't it?!" her tone was clearly playful even as she pouted over the mouth of the water bottle. "Beat them and then offer water the next morning to make it hurt again!"

Taking a few deep sips of water she sighed she shook her head, her pink hair wild from sleep swaying around her. "No.. I feel.." She paused and closed her eyes before opening to look at him "Good. I mean, I hurt.. in a few places.. but like.. that.. urge is not there. I feel calm. Not anxious or that biting feeling that seems to crawl along my skin" She blushed at the touch and his words, her face shy. She knew what he had said last night but it was still amazing to her. Secretly, she was thankful he had never let anyone else in. "Really?"

His words made her eyes grow wide. She nodded, understanding in her own way. "I have never woken up with anyone either outside of you.. But I really liked it. I felt.. Safe" She blushed deeply at the admission and bit her lower lip. Giggling softly she shook her head. "The same applies to you too ya know? Boyfriend?" She blushed again at the though. Silly as it was, after all they had already done. "Sir? Daddy?" She gasped and shook her head hiding her face behind her hands and the bottle. "Nooo" She peeked and whispered "Maybe.."

Squirming she whimpered. She was horny and the feeling made her want to ease it, but the movement made her ass ache thoroughly. Which just made it all worse. Blushing she made to get off the bed. She needed an ice cold shower.. or bath. fuck...

 

[Staine]

Caleb grinned as she winced. It hadn't been his intention to make her hurt herself to drink but it wasn't unwelcome either, he liked her hurting a little like this where he could see it and appreciate it for what it was, knowing he had done that to her. The pout was cute too, and he shook his head lightly. "No trick, but it was fun. Can't say I have anything to complain about, with you hurting like that but if I wanted to make it hurt again..." He reached for her chest and his fingers found her right nipple. Grinning wickedly he twisted it hard. "Nice and easy...there are so many ways I can make you hurt, Willow, remember that. You'll never be safe again..." Safe from pain at least...he would do nothing to put her in harms way and he was sure she knew that.

He couldn't help but smiling as she told him she felt satiated from her urge to cut. Even if that wasn't going to be the reason anymore for him hurting her he wouldn't let her do it again, not ever. If she did he would make her regret it. "Really, I have no regrets. I think I'm done caring what others would think. You want this, I want this, we talked about it...if you still want this then I don't care, I'm all in." He growled possessively and his eyes lit up with a thought. "I liked when you called me Sir, and Daddy...well you said I was already like a father to you." He chuckled softly. "I haven't looked into relationships of this kind a lot, I know Master and slave but I was never after the relationship before, just a night of fun, but...I know some call their Dominant's Daddy and they aren't even related. I wonder if it would be weird for us..." He looked like he was seriously considering it, he liked the word but it still felt a little strange. He grinned at her reaction to weeping willow. "Hehe, yes...I think it was cute. I want to make you cry again, and again..."

She made to get off the bed and he growled, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist and yanking her back on with him. Pinning her down he leaned over her, a hand on each of her wrists while she laid on her back, kneeling over her stomach as he straddled her. "Think you're just going to leave me like this? Get me worked up with those cute noises of pain and wriggling that little ass on my crotch then slink away? Shame on you, little sister."