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Blood and Lightning (Staine x Bunny)

Zapped again, Raphael kind of squealed, jumping back a little. "I was telling the truth!!" Pouting, he gingerly stepped back up to her, trying to ignore how she moved her fingers like she might do it again and nodded. "Fine, I'll stop calling you dummy...buttface." He grinned as he did it, he genuinely didn't like being hurt but he was just trying to be playful with his little sister, nodding as she continued to speak. He had to concede that no, there was nothing wrong with her checking, and he had already started to wash her some more, smiling. "No...I did fight it hard...I still should be, I know how wrong this is, I even feel bad for it...but I do want it, Amelia...that's why I fought so hard. I knew I wanted this...you know I did too." Chuckling, he shook his head as she nipped him...he really didn't think even she could enforce a rule of him not dying but she seemed to think that was reasonable anyway, and her talk of the clones was back again. "I really don't know...I imagine that they have to be alive but I have no real way of knowing...sorry." He had the notion she might want to try and clone her parents, but he really did think the subject had to be alive. They had the memories and mind of the person they were made from...dead things had no minds. Neither did objects. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight...if that had been what she was thinking, it made him very sad to have to tell her he didn't think it would work.

Her question about his clone made him actually have to think about it. "Jealous...I would be jealous...horny, frustrated...probably not very happy with the real me for taking what could have been fun from him and for giving into you like this...maybe annoyed at you for choosing me..." He smiled softly down at her and held her head to his chest as she cuddled him. He had to admit that being hers, her being his...it felt right. He'd always worried about her, worried that she would never find somebody to love her how she was...but that would never be a problem for her now. He would love her, unconditionally and in ever way she could ever want or desire...he'd love her as her boyfriend, her brother, her lover...her plaything if that was what she insisted on. "I'm not trying to hold things back." He was finding it hard to explain. "I'm just telling you all the things I saw. I really don't like the painful stuff...I'm worried that you do. Umm...the other stuff I don't know. Having my orgasms controlled, being teased...it all sounds frustrating, more entertaining to you than to me, even if the idea of being used for your entertainment and pleasure does excite me, it's all in ways that will frustrate me..." How could he explain that he both did and didn't want some of this stuff? "I love asses...you have the cutest ass I've ever seen...I want to fuck it, I want to take you there...but the idea of being taken there myself just sounds scary and kind of painful so that is out, that and the fucking machine all night thing...I'd be broken by the time you woke." He shook his head, he definitely didn't want any of that, and he couldn't see what pleasure she would get out of it anyway, he had a cock, he would enjoy fucking her ass...she didn't. He began to wash himself. "I turned them off because They are all things that even if I wanted I don't think I could ask for...and I'll say it again, I'm not into being tortured. I really am being as honest as I can though..and honestly...I think I started watching that stuff in the first place because of you...because of how you would just take over me, take what you wanted, when you wanted. Because of your personality...I never thought you were really broken. I never loved you less for who you are...I just based my desires around you...I know that seems weird."

He didn't even think there was anything wrong with him wanting to fuck her roughly, that was just his own desires coming through, ones for something less controlling and more...pleasurable for him. He liked the mental image he had of his sister pinned beneath him as he held her down, of taking out any frustration he had on her, of biting her, nipping her. He finished washing himself much faster than he had with her and as she spoke, he let the shower spray rinse him off, and he slowly lowered himself to his knees. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her stomach. "Listen, Amelia...all the things I told you...those were just BDSM things I saw. I've never practiced any of it before...I know it turned me on...even the pain part, because they looked like they were being forced. That is the thing that gets me the most...having no choice. I'm telling you now, in case you're worried...I might not want to do some things you do want to do, I might fight you, I might complain...but I'll never ever leave you, and I want you to make me do the things you want...the things you like...no matter the reason you want them. You have my permission, for what it's worth, my blessing and my love, okay? Even if I have to suffer to make you happy, at least you'll be happy...and by extension so will I...probably." he grinned and climbed up to his feet, turning off the shower. "Does that make sense?"
 
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That squeal had been adorable and even as he proclaimed his innocence, he decided to test her by calling her a buttface, rather than a dummy. Amelia considered zapping him once more, for fun and to prove her point, but decided against it. Instead, she got pleasure from watching him try and avoid her fingers, should she try and zap him. Giggling she shook her head and lowered her hand. Shaking her head she crossed her arms, the epitome of a sulky teenager and at eighteen, she was still well within her rights to use such a stance. "Why is it wrong?" She lifted both brows and waited a moment. "Without telling me it's society. Rules of society change, fluidly. Back, before now, I would have been married around this age and having babies. Further back, incest was a way to keep linage pure. Sure, it was wrong because of birth defects, but I don't plan on having children. I can't stand most other people. So my choices were limited. This is something we both wanted, we both consented to." Laughing she shook her head. "Hell it's not like you forced me, which could have made it wrong. I forced you."

The reasoning about the subject having to be alive made sense and it was just something that meant should he die, she would truly lose him. Sad, but unavoidable should it come to pass. Curled into him, he held her close. So his clone would be very unhappy right about now, it made sense. She nodded. "I understand, but you told me not to get ideas" Being held like this, close to Raphael made Amelia feel cared for. Oh, she knew she was always cared for, but they didn't often touch like this. Never before naked, but that wasn't the point. Listening to him she made her mind up to try some of what Rafi was talking about. The denial, she didn't understand how she would take his ass, but she could always make a clone do it. Both clone and Rafi would find pleasure in the forced nature of it and she found the idea arousing. It would be a win on all sides. "Is broken bad if I promise to put all the pieces back?" Her tone was playful, but Amelia was serious. If she broke him and then fixed him, would it make a difference? Despite his constant warnings that he didn't want to be tortured, Amelia was unsure why he kept bringing it up. Did she want to hurt him? Yes. Was she into torture? Maybe, but she could save that for the villains. She would torment Rafi though and there was no stopping that.

Raphael finished washing himself much faster than he'd washed her and she found him kneeling on the tile of the shower, his arms wrapping around her waist, lips pressing to her stomach. Listening, Amelia nodded slowly and smiled. "I haven't practiced any, it will be something we can explore together. But, I shall keep in mind it's the no choice that really does it for you. I will still listen to objections, but I may not heed them." She nodded and bent to kiss his hair. "It makes sense Rafi doll" Smiling as he rose, Amelia watched as he turned off the water. Moving to grab a towel, she buffed the water from her body with efficiency before hanging the towel up and walking into her bedroom naked. It would take her a few moments but Amelia would finally decide on an oversized sweater that would bare a shoulder in pale pink with grey little bats all over it and a pair of silky grey boxers. After a moment of consideration she pulled on fuzzy socks and headed towards the door, leaving Rafi to dress himself. "I will be downstairs." Heading out and down, she found the clone still very much alive. "Go get some clothes on and then come back down here." When they both came back into the living room they’d find her curled in a plush chair, waiting. β€œRafi clone, how do you feel?” Her eyes flickered to her brother. "Rafi doll, I am hungry"
 
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Raphael raised an eyebrow as she giggled, not shocking him another time but seemingly amused that he was scared of it. Her question was pretty difficult for him to answer because in all honesty, he didn't have one. That society felt it was wrong was the answer, most people did actually follow the rules of society, the norms, the simple idea that some things were just so wrong they didn't require an explanation beyond that but she was already comfortable with murder in the right circumstances...so that clearly wasn't going to be a wash. He shook his head. "Is you forcing me meant to be better?" He was smiling as he said it, he clearly didn't mind that much. "Beyond society, I can't think of a reason. You want it, I want it...that's why I'm not fighting anymore Amelia. That's why I accept." He kissed her again, he couldn't get enough of her lips and for as long as she would allow him he was going to keep pressing his to hers, he was already addicted. It had been so long since he had been in a relationship, it had been years since he had even had a date, he had devoted himself to his sister, never imagining that in her he could have both. As she curled into him he sighed softly, holding her close and nodding.

"I did, I did say don't get any ideas, because a lot of that stuff scares me. It looks uncomfortable, or painful...denial means stopping me from getting pleasure while teasing me to the point that I can't think of anything else...the toy thing, they had strap-on toys, they...were pretty big, and anal sex looks painful too...the bigger, the more painful." He ran his hand up and down her back while he cuddled her. "I might be a hypocrite there...I'd love to fuck your ass but I'm not sure about having mine fucked...it has homosexual undertones and I'm not attracted to men. We don't even have a toy anyway, would have to buy or make one...I suppose your quirk from Dad could help but still seems like something uncomfortable for me." He offered her a weak smile...her quirk would indeed give her an option like that, might make it better for him if she got pleasure from it but still scary. "Pain...pain is pain, I've never enjoyed it and my tolerance is high, to get the reactions you would want, it would have to be a lot...but if you want to get ideas...you can." Her question took him by surprise, and he looked down, meeting those stormy blue eyes. God he loved those eyes. "Okay...okay, I'm just going to say this...no. No it wouldn't be so bad...if you wanted to break me. I'm scared, Amelia...but I have given myself to you. I'm yours...yours to break if you really want to, just...I'd really like it if you did put me back together. I know I heal, but it still hurts. I'd suffer anything for you to be happy, but I'm scared...I've never been this scared except for when I thought you were going to die..." He'd nodded to her, he'd fallen to his knees and spoken his peace again, he watched as she buffed herself dry and took the towel up himself while she went to get changed, quickly drying himself off and following her.

Watching from the doorway as she dressed, he smiled and nodded, letting her pass and going to his own room to dress himself. He chose a simple green t-shirt and a pair of black slacks, he didn't need socks or shoes, he wasn't cold. He was almost done when his clone appeared, also going through his clothes, an he raised an eyebrow. "You know these aren't really yours right?" The clone looked at him, displaying he had indeed been correct...it wasn't happy with him, it was actually rather funny to see himself look at him like that, jealous, annoyed. "I was told to put some clothes on by my Mistress." Raphael laughed, throwing a grey t-shirt and another pair of slacks to the clone, the same colour he was wearing. "Your Mistress huh?" He was still laughing as they both walked down the stairs and into the front room to find her curled in the most comfortable chair. "Okay, okay...I suppose more cake won't do? I'll go make you some food. Did you...tell the clone to call you Mistress? Cos he did..." Grinning, he left to go to the kitchen, to make sandwiches, thinking roast beef sounded nice. The clone stood at the doorway, looking to Amelia. "I feel...jealous. I wanted you...I agree with the other me, it's wrong, but...if one of us had to have you, I wanted you. I understand why you chose him, I don't blame you, but...I wanted you." He frowned. "I might be the only Raphael that never has you now...I was made before you two...fucked....I never got that experience, every other clone will have that memory." He looked towards the kitchen. "I know I'm not real, but my feelings for you are no less than his...and I could hear. I could hear everything...I heard you giggle in the shower, I heard your moans, I heard his...I know it's stupid but I hate him now. Isn't that crazy? I want him to suffer, but I know what he likes and doesn't and honestly...he'll like when you force him to do most things anyway..." In the kitchen, Raphael could hear his clone confessing how it felt, but he didn't really feel that much sympathy for it. Like Amelia had said, it wasn't real, so why should he care? She should just get rid of it already...
 
It made sense, Amelia supposed. To be interested in things, but also scared of them. It wasn't a feeling or emotion she'd had personally, but she knew she was abnormal. Snuggled into him she laughed. "If you want my ass, I get yours" Came Amelia's playful response. She didn't have anything against letting him take her ass, but she was serious in the trade off. Heck, it was one of the things he'd mentioned before and she was curious if she'd like it, period. She did have the ability to clone anything human... A clone and she could have a penis. How would it work she wondered... Would she become a hermaphrodite? Amelia knew it wouldn't be permanent, so it might be worth trying. Her eyes lifted to his. She could get ideas? All she needed to do was ask a clone. Deciding to question him, his answer when asked if she could break him made her smile. "Of course I'd put you back. I can't play with you again if you're broken." It was true and she would never leave him like that. Drying off she felt him follow her, lingering to watch her dress. A smile on her lips, enjoying how he reacted to her.

Downstairs she watched the clone depart. Curling on the chair to wait for them both to return. "I don't want more cake, it's not gonna sustain me." She smiled softly at him, though when he informed her that his clone had called him Mistress she turned to look at it while Rafi retreated. A smile played on her lips. "I see, I am sorry for what it is worth." She pointed to the floor and watched the clone move to sit before her. For a while she was quiet, studying it. "Why did you call me mistress?" The clone who had just been sitting at the foot of her chair. It shrugged. "You made me, I belong to you" Nodding she reached out to run her fingers through it's hair, and it leaned into her touch, eagerly. "How do you feel, other than jealousy? Physically" After a second she held a hand up "And horny, is not the answer I am looking for" It smiled at her and thought for a moment. "Normal, I guess. Happy you are paying me attention" Amelia nodded. It was good, it still felt fine and she was even happy it was happy. Rafi would not like it, but she planned to keep this clone for a while, to see how long it lasted. "I am going to keep you for a while. You will act as a maid for the house" The clone nodded and she ruffled his hair, hand withdrawing. "I need to test how long a clone can stay alive" A smile curled on her lips. "And, if you are a good boy, you learn what all others will know when made" His eyes lit up and he nodded.

Leaning back against the chair she considered him lazily. "Rafi gave a list of the things he watched porn wise and what I want from you, is beyond fear, what he is eager to try" She played with the hem of her shorts. "Or things he thinks he might both love and hate..." Looking down at the clone she pursed her lips. "And anything else you can think of to help him let go. Fucking me not within the list..." After a moment she pushed one small foot towards him and without question he began to massage her foot. "Do you think you will need sleep, or any other info about replica will be helpful? And do you have a preference as to what to be called? I can keep calling you Rafi clone, but if you want a name of your own, it's best to let me know"
 
Raphael's eyes lit up a brief moment, though the caveat wasn't what he would hope for. Considering her offer, it didn't take long for him to reach a conclusion, laughing as he held her close. "Let's not pretend you wouldn't take mine anyway if you wanted it...so yeah, I'll take that deal." He leaned down and kissed her cheek gently. "Your ass is one of the things I can never take my eyes off, Amelia...I never thought I would tell you that but here we are, and I can confess...I've found myself staring more than once." And there it was...he had offered his ass to her, though he hadn't been wrong, if she was going to take whatever she wanted from him then he couldn't imagine that eventually she wouldn't want to do that, it had been one of the things he had seen in the BDSM porn and it did seem that they were going that route. He didn't know how to feel about that...half excited, half terrified because she had less boundaries, she didn't have rules like the people in those movies did, and he didn't have limits from her. Her next comment pretty much confirmed that. He shivered, nodding. "You really are scary...already talking of breaking me...and I'm suddenly both happy and unhappy that my quirk is healing. Maybe you'd be more gentle if I couldn't heal up whatever you decided you would do to me..." It had moved on from there, from the shower, he had watched her get dressed, gotten dressed himself and followed her down with his clone, shaking his head. "Why sorry? I didn't mind, he probably got it from the same porn I watched." He glanced towards the clone. "If he is me, then there is no point in me trying to deny that I liked it...it did feel right." He'd gone on to make sandwiches, grabbing some roast beef deli meat while she remained in the front room with the clone.

For the clones part, it was still jealous of the 'real' Raphael, annoyed that he hadn't gotten to experience the same thing, worried that he never might until Amelia started talking to him. Sitting at her feet, leaning into her hand as she petted him he found it wasn't so bad, answering her questions at first while he massaged her foot. He would be kept around for a while...that was promising, what she said later was even more promising, if he behaved then he would learn what all others will know when made. It wasn't 100% clear but he suspected that meant he would get to be with her...he wondered briefly how the real Raphael would think about that, then he realised that firstly, he didn't really care, their paths had diverged and they were no longer the same person and that secondly, he knew how he would feel. Jealous, like he already did. Good. Her question about the porn made him smirk. "Yes Mistress. His feelings...my feelings...they are a mixed bag. He really is scared of a lot of that stuff, worried that you will hurt him...but I can honestly tell you that there is nothing you could try that wouldn't turn him on if you forced it." He gently massaged her foot with his thumbs, holding it reverently in both hands. "Things he will love is attention...pet names, being told he is good when he is good, being rewarded, being made to feel special, loved. He's loved you all his life, in different ways, you're the most important thing to him in the whole world...more important than his own happiness is yours, so no matter what you do to him, if you tell him you're happy, he will be happy...I will be happy."

He had so much more to say, and as he was speaking the real Raphael walked into the room with the sandwiches, having overheard a little of the conversation. Handing two to her, he also surprisingly handed two to the clone and kept the last two for himself. "You're keeping him? I understand why, but...it's going to feel weird having two me's around the house." He sat down beside the clone, who took the sandwiches and rested the plate on the floor as he continued speaking, glancing at the real Raphael with a smirk as he divulged his secrets. "He will hate being pegged...that is, being fucked in the ass...a strap-on would work, I would recommend something very large...it will hurt more and he knows he will heal." He grinned again. "He has the same suspicions I have, his quirk will make it like he is taking it for the first time every time, always healing back to like he was a virgin..." He picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite. "He won't like being denied, but he is curious about it. He has mixed feelings...he knows he will hate it but he also loves the idea of you controlling his orgasms, never letting him have any and teasing him. He'd hate having to watch me fuck you, or other clones...getting the pleasure he can't have...he wonders if he would get an orgasm if he was brought to tears...keeping him as close to orgasm as you can so he can think of nothing else but never letting him have one..." The real Raphael was turning slightly white as the clone confessed. "He's scared of you enjoying hurting him, shocking him, caning him, whipping him...he will heal, so he can take more than most but he isn't lying...he really dislikes pain. He likes the idea of being a pet, he's had fantasies about sleeping in a cage, being truly owned. Bondage is a big one for him...ever since you started controlling him he likes loss of agency. If you keep him bound, tied up, unable to move, he will complain but he will enjoy it..." He laughed softly. "I had a thought...now that you can make clones, I think he is really worried that you might decide to give him to us for fun...watch us use him, his own clones or clones of you fucking him through the night while you rest comfortably in bed. I don't think we need sleep like normal people...if you made enough of us he would have no rest...he'd be a mess by the time we were done." The clone looked up at her. "And he'd hate if you made clones to fuck you right in front of him. I'd recommend tying him up for that. My name...I like Rishon." He looked up at her. "It's Hebrew...it means first. I can't take much damage or I'll...die...but I don't need sleep...food I do need if you want me to have energy. If...when I die, everything I experienced, you will remember. All my memories will be yours, but only the ones made while I lived, you won't get his...I can't disobey you, can't hurt you without your permission, can't do anything that would lead to your harm, not willingly. I don't think I can make other clones, I don't have that quirk...they would have to be your own clones. I do heal, I think I can take a little more damage than a regular clone...I have the same feelings, desires and fears as the real Raphael."
 
Chuckling Amelia couldn't help but smile as he kissed her cheek. "True enough" When Raphael went on to talk about her ass, Amelia couldn't help but blink and look over her shoulder. Truth be told, she had never given her ass much thought. Looking back to him she tilted her head. "What about it?" Genuine curiosity in her voice. Though when he said she was scary she tilted her head. "I like somehow my breaking you is with pain. You said break and sex machine" Her mouth pursed for a moment. "Though, that could hurt after sometime?" Shrugging, she kissed his shoulder softly. "But I can try pain too, though you keep saying you don't like it" Her tone was musing as she teased him with a straight face. Downstairs, he told her what his clone had been calling her. "Do you like that term?" her head tilted. Amelia had never given much thought to such titles, though, she didn't dislike it. She was meant to own her big brother now. He admitted liking it and she smiled and nodded. "I see" She wouldn't mind if both used it, if it made them happy and she liked it well enough, what was the harm?

A soft moan left her as the clone rubbed her foot, listening to what he said. Pet names, he had one, Rafi Doll, which explained the way he had reacted. She would need to make sure he felt loved though. It wasn't something Amelia had ever given much thought to and they had never had a pet growing up. She understood, Rafi had likely been scared she'd kill it when she had been younger. Amelia had always liked animals though. They were not humans. True innocents. They lived as humans and nature shaped them. The clone made it easier still, her being happy would make him happy. Nodding she closed her eyes lazily while he rubbed her feet. She didn't know why she had him doing it, but it felt good, the little aches she had fading away under the care of his fingers.

Amelia's eyes opened as Rafi came back into the room. Taking her sandwiches she nodded. "I am" taking a bite, she closed her eyes once more. "Nah, it will be fine." A thought coming to her. "I will buy him some special shirts, that let me know he is the clone and until then, he will just tell me. That way I know and cannot be confused." Chewing slowly, Amelia listened as the clone divulged the secrets of her big brother with an almost sadistic glee. She could hear the smile in his voice, even with her eyes closed as he informed her about pegging, aka what she and Rafi doll had agreed to in the bathroom. "Hmm, I see. I have to admit, having his/your power as a girl might have sucked. Being a virgin forever sounds rough. Though handy if this were the middle ages and one was a whore.. Just need to wait for it to be healed and then poof, virgin again" Giggling her eyes opened and she took another bite of her sandwich.

The next bit of information made her look at Raphael. "Is that so?" A small smile coming to her face. "Until told otherwise, Rafi doll, no orgasms." The idea of controlling that without anything other than the order was exciting. Her eyes lingered on him as the clone brought up crying and Amelia could feel her body react, the idea of her big brother crying from being so horny or even in pain, in a sexual sense highly appealing. "Mmmmn whole new world of fun things to try!" Her eyes moved back to the clone and she lifted a brow. "So if I had you fuck me over the coffee table, he would be jealous, but would it turn him/you on?" When the clone moved to pain she smiled, almost innocently. "He learned in the shower at the very least it amuses me. I do believe it excites me too." Nodding she listened to bondage, cages and chewing on her lower lip she looked to the clone. "Well, we can make some of these things come true. I think we can turn one of the many spare rooms into a joint room. Later, we will look at a custom bed with a cage under. I will need your help determining all the details."

As the clone moved to a different subject her brows rose. "I had no idea you liked boys too." The idea had come from the clone, but she wondered if it was something he would enjoy. Nodding she stroked the clone's face, a gentle touch. She had already determined she would leave Rishon alive and in the moment, she was debating forever. "Ri, tell me more about the no orgasms, the cage and perhaps him watching sex and... the feelings on other men. Like what are they called, the I believe Rafi called it BDSM. Is there more to it, suggestions and tips would be appreciated" The command was given while she watch Rafi, a smile on her lips. "Rafi doll, say thank you to Rishon for being so helpful. You might not like him much right now, but he is helping me care for you better. Be sincere, like a good boy would."
 
"What about it? Look at it...it's perfect. I just want to lick it, and bite it, and fuck it..." Now that he could tell her these feelings, Raphael saw no reason to hold back, and he actually moved around behind her so he could look openly at her rear. "I've always been an ass man...just my favourite part of the body to look at on a girl and yours is perfect, Amelia...I've never wanted anything so badly..." It was clear that he meant every word, he couldn't think of a single thing he wanted more, sexually, than to fuck his little sister in her rear, He laughed softly as she mentioned breaking him again. "Well actually breaking me will be hard...I doubt you can actually do it, even with pain..." His eyes widened a little and he shook his head at her. "That's not a challenge! I just don't think you'd really enjoy me in tears, begging...I'm not so sure you'd be able to still say no to me, still hurt me or abuse me in some way while I'm suffering so much." He really hoped she didn't see it as a challenge, but she had always loved him...even for her, he had a hard time thinking she would be able to truly hurt him. Down in the front room, he had nodded. "I do like it. If you own me...and you do now, then it's probably only right that I refer to you with some kind of title. You are my superior now, yes?" Even so he hadn't used it, he wouldn't until she told him he had to, and he had gone to make the sandwich and let the clone talk to her, coming back to eat his sandwich and listen as she questioned the clone more.

"You'll buy him?" That was something they hadn't thought to discuss yet, their finances...he didn't think she had much saved up at all, Raphael had a small fortune and was still collecting from their parent's hero agency which still used their names in homage, still technically worked for them though they were pretty much independent. When she was eighteen he could see himself signing that over to Amelia, till then...if she was to own him, should he give her that? He looked towards the clone, he wasn't exactly thrilled about it but it wasn't his decision. "Welcome to the family, I suppose." Her laughing at his quirk made him roll his eyes and he sighed softly. She wasn't wrong, she was just being a butt about it. "My quirk can be very inconvenient sometimes...I don't get drunk very easily too, but at least I don't need some things as badly as others, like oxygen." As soon as he said it, the clone's eyes lit up. "Oh, he likes that...he always sought out those videos where the girl would straddle the man's face, smother him. They always had to get up so they could breathe, but he likes the idea of you staying there, making him pass out even. Because of his quirk you could never accidentally kill him which would make it dangerous..." Raphael glared at the clone. "Of course, he'd hate it in reality and he knows it, but the thought turns him on a lot...he'd be constantly aroused. and wants to be forced to pleasure you for as long as you like with his mouth."

As the clone went on and Amelia turned to him he was glaring at it while he ate. As she told him no more orgasms he balked, turning to her. "Amelia, please!" The prospect didn't thrill him, he liked pleasure...the clone hadn't lied, he wanted to be forced and had thought of it often but in reality he knew it was another thing he would hate. The clone merely laughed and continued on. "Don't listen to him, he is better off without them anyway." It seemed Rishon was developing the other side of Raphael, a sadistic streak that he had decided to aim solely at the real Raphael. "He wants the orgasms but he doesn't need them...if you do get a strap-on you could make him fuck you with it, he wouldn't get any pleasure from that...or you could have me do it, Mistress." He looked up at Amelia, grinning. "He likes orgasms too, he just really likes the idea of being forced. If you're going to torture him...maybe I should get his share of orgasms? That way you're still getting to fuck your brother while giving him the denial he needs..." There was a hunger in his eyes...he was definitely going all in with this. Her talk about Rishon fucking her over the coffee table made him look at her longingly wile Raphael whimpered audibly. "Oh yes...it would turn me on a lot...I want to fuck you still, and roughly...I don't just like submissive things, I have a dominant streak of my own...we do...I'd be honoured to take you like that, and it would turn him on to watch too, I have no doubt...even if he'd hate me for it he would be constantly hard." Her talk of pain made him laugh softly, while Raphael was turning more and more white. "Pain, he has a very high tolerance, something he built up from his quirk. His cock though...that rarely gets hurt, and he is scared of that."

The thought of the plans she was already making...a joint room? A cage beneath the bed? Raphael was already growing erect again, Rishon had been there for a while talking about these things. The clone didn't know why but considering he couldn't take the same kind of damage without dissolving he was leaning more towards his sadistic tendencies than the submissive ones that he knew Raphael would be subjected to...he wanted to fuck Amelia, he wanted to have those orgasms, he wanted the real him to have to watch...he was feeling it would only be fair...he wouldn't ever be the real Raphael but he could take great pleasure in making Raphael suffer for that. Her comment about liking boys made him burst out laughing, shaking his head. "We don't like boys...at least we don't like the idea of being fucked, but fucking them...we aren't against it. Pleasure is pleasure...he'd hate being at my mercy, at the mercy of me or more of his clones, just as I'd love to see him like that...and he would love to be forced. It's his biggest kink...it turns me on, it must turn him on." Raphael had looked away...Rishon was right, he would hate it but he also loved the idea of being forced, even in that. At Amelia's command he nodded, looking to Rishon. "Thank you Rishon...thank you for telling my sister all my secrets." It was sincere...in a way...it was also petty, how he emphasized the 'my'. Rishon was having the time of his life and grinned back. "You're welcome, Raphael." Turning back to Amelia, he continued. "He doesn't like men, but he saw some of the forced bi porn and found it interesting. He decided it wasn't for him, but he loved the aspect of being forced, so I can't be sure one way or the other. Watching...he would enjoy it because you were having pleasure, that's the thing he wants the most...and he would hate it because it isn't really him even if it's me. Personally I think you should tie him up and make him watch me fuck you...let me take your ass, then you take his..." Rishon was delving deep into his sadistic streak now and it was starting to become clear he had been able to hear them in the shower, in his bedroom even from all the way down here, and Raphael shook his head. "N...no, I don't think that's a good idea..." Rishon ignored him, continuing. "He says that but he's hard thinking about it...and I never got to take your virginity like he did. No orgasms is simple, some people are denied for months, years, some forever...they become so much more submissive, we've seen it when we watched the porn. Chastity devices help...can be locked on, some can have spikes that hurt whenever they get aroused and try to get hard and it would suit you perfectly...just think, the longer he is denied, the more he would be thinking of you. You'd always be on his mind, he's always need you. BDSM...I could tell you all about it."

He looked up to Amelia and climbed onto his knees so he could be almost on an equal level. "There are submissives, switches, Dominants. You're a Dominant, I think. I don't feel any submissive tendencies for you. We are switches...but if you really want to own him, don't let him switch, make him your submissive." He grinned wickedly. "Let me have the dominant side, you have two of us so why not? It's the cruelest thing you could do...he loves cruelty...something about how you don't do what normal people do makes him happy, he'd love to be forced to be yours...and I can take everything he isn't allowed. Cages...he likes the idea of being your pet, he knows you never had one, and he likes the idea of being locked up, so a good strong cage to keep him in, though you could cuddle him in bed when he's earned it...or on special occasions..." Raphael had enough, looked up at Amelia. "You can't be considering all of this...yes, I wanted to try some of it, and he's not lying, it would turn me on but...Amelia, a lot of this would actually break me! Not having orgasms ever? Being forced to be fucked by clones? The pain? Cages? This all sounds like so much..." Raphael's heart was pounding. If Amelia listened to Rishon then he would truly suffer, she really would break him...some part of him liked the idea while the other part was resistant, the part that was clearly being channelled by Rishon. He wondered what she thought...did it appeal to her, having one of him taking all the suffering while still having the other to give pleasure to? Even somebody who thought like Amelia did wouldn't do this to him, right?
 
Amelia had never known that he had such a fixation. It made sense though, that she hadn't noticed. It was behind her, rather than if he'd been a breast man. That was how it was said right? He was behind her, telling her ass was perfect. "I will need to take your word for it" her voice was amused as she turned around to face him. bringing up the breaking she lifted a brow, to which Rafi tried to immediately backpedal from. Laughing she shook her head. "Only way to find out is to try. So not so much a challenge per say, but self exploration" It was honest, but there was no way he was getting past her trying to learn what she liked. It wasn't her fault that he could heal quickly. As to his theory she wouldn't want to see him cry, Amelia would have pointed out she wouldn't want to see him cry because she hurt his feelings, or he was sad. But from something sexual? "I wouldn't go that far anyway. If it's from something sexual, it actually sounds kinda fun." Her head tilted to the side, was it wrong to admit such? Probably, but she didn't see an issue with it, she had promised Raphael honesty. Left with the choice of having Rafi calling her mistress, she had been unsure. She didn't mind the title, however his wording had bothered her. She wasn't superior, well... she was, when it came to her quirks and while she had forced him, he'd given in. It had been a gift. It would be something to discuss with him later.

Looking up as Raphael came back bearing sandwiches for them all. "Yeah... not like shirts are all that expensive" She had some savings, but nothing like he had. But, if he was hers, it made sense to her for her to pay for them. She'd been busy eating when Rafi doll was talking about his quirk, the sandwiches hitting the spot. However, when Rishon's eyes lit up she tilted her head, listening to him. Her eyes shifted to Rafi and she lifted a brow. "I see. Rafi, stop glaring at him" She said it absently and smiled at Ri for offering the info. It was intriguing, the idea of the.. would it be a kink? She would have been worried about brain damage, though, Rafi wouldn't have any because of his quirk. Tapping her fingers along the arm of the couch she considered it further. "How would I know when he passed out?" The question was serious. She supposed his mouth would stop, but in order for him to "come back" he would need to breathe to start it.

A brow lifted at his plea when she informed him he wouldn't be allowed to orgasm. "Please what?" She waited for a moment, as if daring him to explain that he didn't like the decision she'd made. Her focus shifted to Rishon as he told her to ignore him. She agreed and did as suggested listened to the very chatty clone as he divulged all the things Rafi would have preferred he not. When Rishon suggested that in order to keep her happy, that they could have Rafi use a strap-on or he could do it, Amelia couldn't help but smile. "Cheeky" Had been her response, though it held merit. She had wondered how he'd like watching Rishon fuck her and was rewarded with a whimper from her sweet brother and she laughed. "Ri, I don't think I will always want such treatment. It makes my hackles rise a little." She informed him, a hand moving to cup his cheek. "Would you be willing to sometimes be less dominant with me?" There was a right answer, he would need to bend for her. He would never be like Rafi for her, but Amelia didn't wish to be dominated.

Talk moved to their liking of boys and she nodded. She hadn't thought Raphael was bisexual, but she wouldn't have minded. Laughing softly she nodded. "What I am mostly getting from this most illuminating night is if he doesn't want to and I force it, it sort of makes it okay, or at least allows him to get something from it." It was an over simplified version of the events, but it was concise at the same time. Rafi did as he was told, but she could tell there was a sulk to it, she let it go, satisfied and Ri answered him back, being oh so polite. When Rishon suggested he get her ass, Rafi answered almost right away, unhappy with the idea. For the moment Amelia remained quiet, listening. He explained further about BDSM, about watching, about the fact that Rafi was hard. "Is it true?" She knew it was, but she wanted him to admit it to her. Her eyes cooled as she looked at Ri, a brow lifting. "If you understand I don't want to be dominated" The sentiment had not changed. Sometimes, sure, but overall it wasn't something she was looking for. She wasn't really a switch, based on the little she knew, Ri was right.

She let Raphael say his piece and she nodded. "Of course I am. Rafi, I want you to be happy and relaxed. You told me you got that way when I am in control, when you don't have choices. He suggests just that, he helps me understand. However... I will give you a choice" Sitting up properly she looked between them. "Ri, you will say nothing to whatever he chooses, he gets to pick." Her eyes focused on Raphael. "Rafi doll, you can have orgasms like normal, however, Rishon will get my ass. However, if you want my ass, I will get your orgasms. They will belong to me and I will not hear another word about it. You will have made you choice and you will live with it either way." Leaning back she waited patiently.
 
"I don't think you need to just take my word for it...it's perfect, ask your clone. He can't lie to you, right?" Raphael wasn't lying either, he really did have such a fixation, and her comment about him crying sounding actually kind of fun made him shiver. He still didn't like the idea, but he loved that she did...just another way in which his desires were all topsy-turvy. He felt broken in that regard...why did he like the idea of things so unfair? Why did he have the feeling that the crueler and more merciless his sister was with him the more his twisted mind would enjoy it? So long as she still showed him love and affection, he didn't think anything she could do to him would be too much for him to take and that was kind of alarming for him. To know that you would genuinely suffer to make somebody happy and still find some enjoyment in it was a crazy thing...and a scary one when that somebody was like his little sister. "Sure...fun. Bringing me to tears sounds like it might be kind of sucky for me though...you know? Can I ask you something?" He had to know...he didn't know why, but he just felt like he had to ask this question even though he had a feeling he knew the answer already. "Does knowing that I would be suffering make it better for you? That I truly might not want something but would willingly do it for you anyway, or would you prefer I wanted you to hurt me?" It was a curious feeling, he didn't know what he wanted to hear her answer. Was she cruel enough to want him to not enjoy some things, or would she prefer his enjoyment? Would it decrease hers if he liked pain?

In the front room, Raphael had been eating his own sandwiches, and nodded as she told him to stop glaring at Rishon. He also had another thing to think about, and to give himself some space from the clone he stood up while Rishon began to talk, moving to the fireplace to get what he had left there before they went out. His wallet and id...he'd decided taking them with them would defeat the purpose of secret identities so obviously leaving all this would have been better. When he returned and handed it to Amelia in silence while the clone talked, he rested his head against her chair, listening. It didn't sound like it would be a pleasant experience for him, but Rishon had managed to pique her interest and he couldn't say that it didn't turn him on...he was interested even if he knew the clone was right, it would feel horrible at the time. "Oh you'd know, Mistress. We have drowned before, you can't not fight it...once you cut off his air for maybe a minute, he will fight, he can't not fight, he will struggle to breathe, he will panic...even knowing he is okay he won't be able to stop, it's just human nature. When he passes out...then he will stop...so it really comes down to how much do you want to feel him struggle beneath you? I think...for somebody like you...it will feel cathartic. Like you're ending him, but he's safe, you know he will be." Raphael shivered...why the hell did he have to like the idea of being forced so much? All of this was fucked up!

"Please...nothing." He shook his head and laughed softly, looking over to Rishon. "You're loving this aren't you? Everything you're saying is true...I do love the being forced idea so much, but do you have to give her so many ideas?" The clone grinned back at him, sticking his tongue out playfully. "Of course I do. Don't pretend this isn't something you've thought about before, we both know that isn't true. You're scared...I would be too, obviously...but I'm right, aren't I? You're hard...excited even. I think I'm broken, I don't really want to submit as much as you do, I still feel the desire but I want something else..." He looked back up to Amelia and nodded as she cupped his cheek. "Of course...I am yours, Mistress, I won't be Dominant...but I would be honoured to be your lover. Think of it this way...you can enjoy denying Raphael here, give him what he always needed, and still have him in me to give pleasure to." He smirked...he didn't know why he had become so sadistic himself in wanting to see the original suffer, he had his suspicions...that in the cloning process some part of the quirk user, of Amelia, had been ingrained into him too, mixing with his own nature. He still understood the desires to submit that Raphael had, he still liked them himself but...he was more in favour of watching others suffer, he wanted pleasure, he wanted to be the one used to make it worse for his 'brother'. He had a feeling a large part of it was because Raphael had stolen her virginity from him...her first time was lost to him forever. Jealousy...it was playing a large part in shaping his personality, and he wondered if it would stick. Would he always want to see Raphael suffer?

"Exactly...that's exactly right, Mistress. No matter what, if you enjoy it and force it, it doesn't matter what it is. He will learn to like it just because you took away his choice." Raphael nodded slowly as she asked him if it was true, looking up at her. He was indeed hard...aching even...terrified of what might happen, scared of his little sister for maybe the first real time but with it came a sense of excitement. "It's...true...Mistress. I'm hard...I don't understand it fully, I just know that everything he says...it's true." He collapsed back against her seat until she started talking again, making him an offer. She had spoken the truth, he had told her that, and he did feel more relaxed with her in control already. As much as he hated this, he loved it too, needed it. He listened to her offer, he opened his mouth to speak. "I understand...I do. You're right...I'm anxious all the time and yet even with the talk of torturing me now, just knowing it would make you happy, that I don't have a choice. It feels freeing..." He leaned closer to her...he wanted to feel her hand, he wanted to feel like he was hers. "I'll take it...I'll take your ass...you can have my orgasms." Rishon himself was watching too, a small frown on his face as he realised that he wouldn't get her anal virginity either...though he had a wicked idea and it wasn't against the rules. "Hmmm...Mistress, if I may...that's his greatest desire...and mine. Is that all you think it's worth to him, just his orgasms? He didn't even need to think about it...but maybe you can use it to see what he really is willing to sacrifice." he grinned at Raphael as the original looked at him, worry on his face. "I would give him the option...but if he takes it, he is asking you to be merciless with him. To truly take what you want, do what makes you happy, make him suffer, treat him like I told you he would love and hate. Be as cruel as you can, that is what he is asking you to do by taking your ass...by being gifted the thing he most desires...or sacrificing it and you showing mercy, being kinder, less hard on him. Doesn't that seem like a more suitable price?"

Rishon was trying not to laugh...this was his chance though, at the prospect of real suffering, Raphael might balk, might reconsider...he might get her ass instead. Raphael looked terrified but looked up at his sister anyway. "Amelia please...I..." His heart was racing...was it worth it? He knew that if he really asked for it like this, by accepting, she would be harsh on him...harsher perhaps than he had expected.
 
Amelia didn't need to ask the clone, for Raphael had no reason to lie to her about such a thing. That and, "You promised no lies" Amelia reminded him. "Besides, of all the things to lie about, I don't know why that would be the one." Their conversation devolved more into kink and Amelia said that liked the idea of being him to tears in the form of sexual acts. His question gave her pause though and she considered it and him for a moment. "Honestly?" Amelia paused then nodded, "If you liked it, it would make it better. But your dislike of it will not deter me. At that point, I will take pleasure for your unwillingness to the gift you gave me, allowing me to do as I please." A soft hmmn left her and she nodded. "Yeah, I will enjoy both, but your discomfort and or displeasure with what I choose to do with you will mean little" Amelia was trying to be as honest as she could be with him, taking time to consider her answer. "If you hated me, that might have made me stop.. Because I do love you. I want to give you what you need, even if it means taking it from you." Amelia couldn't help but wonder if it made sense, her logic as to why it wouldn't bother her. He would find pleasure in it either way, either because he enjoyed it or he was forced to submit. At least that is what he had told her.

Curled in her plush armchair, she listened as Rishon told her that she would clearly know. That there would come a time as his body starved for air and he would fight her. Closing her eyes, Amelia tried to picture what it would be like. He'd need to be tied down... she could use her quirk as well, but it seemed less appealing to her. The idea of him struggling, thrashing about made her squirm in her seat. Her head tilted though, eyes on Rishon. "I don't normally have the desire to murder people, you know" This was pointed out softly. "Those I do wish to harm are bad people. I don't like most of humanity, but I am not longing to murder them." This was almost completely true. The only instance that she could see as tempting would be if there was a quirk she desired, truly desired and she could find no substitute on the villain side of their world. Even then, it would be a question of how badly she wanted it. Bad enough to murder and innocent or hero? "If I wanted to kill you, I would have just made another clone" This was pointed out in the same soft voice. "I could murder people till my hearts content that way. That said, I do like the idea of him struggling"

As the pair bickered like well, brothers Amelia watched with an amused smile. "In his place, would you not do the same, Rafi Doll?" They were inherently the same person. Had the clone gotten her virginity, would Rafi not have been jealous, petty and even a bit mad? "You personality and his are linked. They have diverged because of life experiences now, but had the situation been reversed, you could very well have been like Ri" Her hand had cupped Ri's cheek and she explained to him her desire to not be dominated, his answer made her smile, drawing forth a nod from her. "Indeed. That is a good way to put it Rishon" Fingers stroked his cheek before withdrawing. She explained what she thought she understood and Ri confirmed it for her. When Raphael called her mistress, it brought back the feeling from before. Poking his cheek she lifted a brow. "While I am more powerful, and could do anything I want with you, I am not superior to you." This stemmed from his conversation with her and looking at him differently. "You are mine, but you gave yourself as a gift, it doesn't make you lesser than, do you understand?"

Her fingers curled against his cheek, stroking the softness as she had with Rishon, lingering. She offered Raphael her anal virginity, but it came with a price and he happy leapt at it. Rishon, however knew how to play the game and while he did not complain, though unhappy, he was a petty. Telling her that Raphael had accepted too quickly, without hesitation and the price was not great enough. That her ass was the one thing he'd desired the most from her. Considering the words and knowing full well the game he was playing Amelia nodded. "Very well, it is a good point. That is now the offer Rafi Doll." When Rafi pleaded with her, Amelia simply lifted a brow in question. She wasn't going to change her mind and Rishon had backed him into a very uncomfortable corner. "Yes or no Rafi doll" Leaning back in her chair she wondered what he'd choose. Something told her that Ri would lose the bet he was making, but would gain profit long term. Amelia could help but wonder if he knew that too.
 
"No lies, not ever." Raphael had indeed promised her that, and he would hold to it. He never lied to her anyway so it wasn't much of a big deal, unless lies of omission were counted. He'd definitely not told her about his sexual desires, so that technically could be a lie in that fashion? It would be a crazy thing to promise though, to tell every single thing about one's life or thoughts? He laughed softly. "Yeah, that would be a pretty silly lie given the circumstances." Her answer was...illuminating, and he listened curiously. It wasn't what he expected, to tell the truth...in his mind, the way he knew his sister was, he had the feeling that his dislike of some things might actually make them more appealing to her. It made a strange kind of sense in his mind, and he felt he should voice that, though he was a little worried about upsetting her as he began to talk. "So...it would be better for you if I liked it? I did think it might be the opposite. I've suspected you like when you hurt me or control me for a while even when you thought I didn't like it. When you'd shock me...or just when you would take over my body like at the theme park, stopping me from getting you wet." He nodded. "I'll never hate you...no matter what, Amelia. I don't think there is a single thing you could do to me that would really make me hate you, or even dislike you. I fucking love you, dummy." He laughed, watching her hands...he knew calling her dummy again might get him hurt but he could take one more shock, if it was the price of telling her how much he loved her. One shock was nothing.

In the front room, Rishon and Raphael both listened as she spoke to the clone, and honestly...Raphael was relived. He didn't know if she had actually had murder fantasies or not, but it made sense that she hadn't...she'd never killed animals to his knowledge, she wasn't like that. Raphael hadn't answered her though, it had been Rishon who had spoken up since he was the one who had brought it up. "I see...I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't know. I...we...weren't sure. We always hoped you wouldn't take pleasure in the ending of a life, but we had no way of knowing, sometimes you can be very scary you know." As she had spoken Raphael had reached over and squeezed her thigh, just above her knee. Rishon had grinned as she had ended her speech. "Well if you'd like him struggling, you'd sure as hell get it that way...and he likes the idea of breath control, it's not one of the ones that really scares him...though I think the extreme part of it does." Raphael of course had to agree, the extreme way they were discussing it sounded terrifying...but he had a feeling that if she wanted to try it, then it was his fate. He was trying not to think about it, really. "I...probably would. We are the same person mostly...though I do wonder about that." He looked to Rishon. "Is it possible some of your personality is based on her too? You don't seem to desire being forced to do anything at all...I'm not sure my desires would go away even if she had let you take her virginity..." Rishon looked down at himself, his expression almost unreadable but maybe a little confusion on it. "You're right...I don't care for being forced. Maybe I do have a little of her in me...or maybe it's because I can't disobey her no matter what? I'm already forced, in a way." He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I am what I am. I don't mind being different...I like it." As Raphael listened to Rishon explain things, how he saw it, and heard Amelia agree, he wondered...was he getting the better deal, or the worse. He looked a little pouty...the idea of Rishon getting to fuck her so much while he wouldn't be allowed, he would suffer while his clone brother got pleasure, the pleasure of her body no less...that sounded awful, but he did want to be forced. She was, in a way, giving him that. He listened to her address him and looked up to her.

"I understand...I'm just in a place where I feel...submissive to you. All of this sounds terrifying, I'm scared of you taking up any of his ideas..." He glanced towards Rishon, then back up to Amelia. "But that isn't the same anxiety I've always felt. I don't' feel that right now...I feel like I belong to you. I don't know how long it will last but right now I see you as my superior...I do get what you're saying though...thank you, Amelia." He kissed her thigh, leaning in. "I did give myself to you, as a gift." He did remember that...him submitting, she may have forced it at first but it was a gift, he told her he was hers now. After he had accepted her offer, and Rishon had spoken up, Raphael had turned white again. The offer was much less in his favour now...not just his orgasms would be hers if he accepted, if he took what he truly wanted. "I...I need to clarify..." He had to say it out loud, she had listened herself and decided that Rishon had made sense, that his offer was the best one, so Raphael was stuck now. "I can let Rishon take your ass...for the first time...and you will be merciful with me. You'll still take what you want but less suffering, and I can have orgasms when I like..." It wasn't the worst deal, he only had to give up something he had wanted so badly, that he had fantasised about. "Or I can take it...I get to take your anal virginity for myself...but I give you my orgasms...and in doing so I'm choosing for you to be merciless, not just allowing it but encouraging it, asking for it...with me, to take what you like and make me suffer as much as you please...?"

He looked up to her then back to Rishon. The trap had been lain for him, Rishon wanted her ass and had made it so that if Raphael wanted it, he would have to pay far more dearly than he ever thought so. Amelia could be scary...she already wanted to suffocate him...what else would she do to him? He looked up at her, his little sister, and he leaned closer to her, resting his head on her lap, looking towards Rishon. He didn't blame the clone really, they did share the same mind. He would have done it too...but he also had a feeling that Amelia wanted him to take her. She would be encouraged to be merciless, and he knew she would like that more...and she was definitely capable of it. He'd be hurt, tortured even, he would cry, he would beg, she would deny him. "Yes..." His voice was quiet, soft, but there was no shake in it. He knew what he was choosing. "I'll take it...the offer. I'll take your ass...and you can break me. Do it...do your worst..." He looked up at her. "I know you want to..." Rishon chuckled softly, he didn't even look angry, like he'd known this would be the choice made. "Brave...very brave...I am a little scared for you, and excited. The Dominant side of me...I can't let it out on her, but maybe I can borrow you?" He laid his head on the other side of her lap, facing Raphael. "We can both be happy. I don't want to hate you...or for you to hate me...I do really want to see you suffer though." Raphael smiled back at him, nodding. Maybe they could coexist after all.
 
"I am not sure better for me is the right wording. I would prefer you like it, yes, but even if you don't, it will not change anything," Amelia smiled some, "Because things like you said, did and do make me happy. I like that control, like at the park earlier, I didn't wish to be wet, you wanted me to be and I was able to have my way. I know it frustrated you a little too, which also made me happy." It was all so complex, trying to explain exactly how she felt about things. It also was making her think about her own feelings, desires, in a way she never had. Amelia was unsure if she liked it or not, honestly. It was frustrating to a point, but it would help them both, so she endeavored through it. The reassurance that he would never hate her, helped. Like most fears that were irrational, it didn't just fade into nothingness at his promise. It however was soothed for the moment and she was allowed to worry about other things. When Raphael thought it was a good idea to call her dummy again she waited until he dropped his guard and shocked him again, a painful zap. "See, you say you don't like pain, but I am beginning to question that," Amelia teased.

Amelia couldn't help the frown that pulled at her lips. She understood, of course, but she didn't like it. She hadn't gotten any satisfaction in killing Replica, would that be the same for all villains? In truth? Amelia didn't know. The ones that had killed her parents would suffer, she would see to that and something dark inside her told Amelia that she would indeed get pleasure from those deaths. Not sexual pleasure though, more like the deep satisfaction in knowing that they were no longer on this earth and that the lead up to their deaths had been torture. That would bring her joy, knowing that they got what they deserved. Not only when it came to their parents death, but the broken children they had left behind in their wake. They would suffer for that. Raphael's hand on her thigh Amelia blinking away the thoughts and looking up at him. She offered a small smile, eyes shifting back to Rishon. "I see." She knew that Raphael was just preparing himself for the long list of things she would want to try, do and she couldn't help but smile. When the pair brought up that part of herself was in Rishon, Amelia closed her eyes thinking. It would make sense, wouldn't it? They were not child and mother, per say, but it worked that way normally. A part of the parents within the child, be it nature or nurture, Rishon could have a part of her personality. Opening her eyes she nodded at Rishon. "Perhaps, but I think it's more the former. Because if I let you, I have no doubt you'd enjoy being my dominant," Out of the two it made more sense to her, though for all she knew, Rishon was correct, and it was that he couldn't hurt her or disobey her that made him who he was. "I like it too," Her hand brushed his cheek in a sweet gesture. Amelia did in fact like that while the clone while a copy of Raphael wasn't exactly like him. It was fun to see another side of her brother.

Her hand curled in Raphael's hair as he leaned in to kiss her thigh, the touch loving. "You're welcome Rafi doll," Amelia's words softer and she scritched along his scalp with her nails while he tried to make sure he understood what he was giving up and what he would gain. "Yes, if you give up my ass and let Rishon take it, you will be allowed orgasms more regularly, there will still be pain, but less," There was a small correction and Amelia had stressed in as she spoke. "If you get my ass, I will take that as a blank check, so to speak to do with you as I please, I will be merciless when I wish and use you how I see fit." The choices were simple really and in truth she was not so sure what he would pick. According to them, they had desired her ass for so long, that a chance at taking it would perhaps be too much of a temptation to resist. However, in doing so, he gave her carte blanche to do as she wished with him. There would be no coming back from it.

Rishon and Amelia waited while Raphael debated with the options laid out before him. His answer, it turned out, was yes, he would take the offer. His next words however seemed foolish, but they made Amelia smile. "Brave words for someone who doesn't like pain and with a highly jealous clone who will be more than happy to blab all your secrets," teasing him Amelia pet his hair. "Not tonight though" Both heads now lay in her lap, a hand on each head she pet them, "Perhaps, if you ask nicely Rishon," Amelia's voice was soft and she couldn't help but yawn. The day's events slowly catching up with her. "Lets watch a movie, both of you up," Their heads pushed gently from her lap, "We can sit on the couch. Well, You both can, I play to lay on it. Decide among yourselves who gets my head and who gets my feet." Having two of them meant Amelia could be pampered in a way that just Raphael couldn't have done. "Also someone fetch a blanket and a pillow for me. Again fight this out among yourselves. No violence though. The other will get snacks," Orders given Amelia would wait for their return. Then, she would move to the couch and be sniggled and pampered. It sounded like a nice end to the night before sleep.
 
Listening as she explained what she meant, Raphael nodded. It made sense, kind of. He had hoped in a way that him not liking something might make it better for her so that he wouldn't have that on him, knowing that at the very least pain just wasn't his thing at all but taking control of him would kind of be like that for her, wouldn't it? He was leaning towards a strong desire to see his sister happy, the same way he always had, but this was new territory for them. Both of them could be happy, he knew that...it wasn't hard to read what her plans were right now, to take over him, control him whether he consented or not and keep him out of his own head. She would take the control he didn't really enjoy having anyway and take it for herself, she would be the one in charge, looking after him now. It sounded crazy when he thought about it but it also felt...like it could be perfect. So strange, to think of it like that, to think that could be what his life was about to become. He squealed as she shocked him yet again and he grinned playfully, at least able to enjoy that rather sharp pain because he knew that she enjoyed it herself. "Don't get too mixed up...I don't have to enjoy something to think it's worth it, and calling you a dummy was definitely worth it." He stuck his tongue out at her, laughing. "You're scary...but I'm not scared of you. I know I'll probably be okay in your care, at your mercy. Is that foolish of me?"

In the front room, with his clone again Raphael was at least accepting that Rishon was going to be around for a long time. Amelia seemed to have taken a shine to him, her very first ever clone, and since Rishon had decided to inform her of every submissive desire Raphael had ever had, he himself didn't have as much to say about it. He couldn't deny it...the clone didn't lie about these things and since it couldn't even lie to itself it might know more about what he wanted or craved than even he did, it was interesting...and terrifying...to listen to. Hearing how she would enjoy him struggling for his breath beneath her as she suffocated him, or hurting him, keeping him in a cage...all of this was forced, which he kind of wanted, but at the same time the level of it...maybe it was just that he knew she wouldn't have much mercy when it came down to it. Raphael could heal, he could survive things others couldn't, he wouldn't be damaged. In a lot of ways, as a submissive he might just be perfect for Amelia, like he was made for her all along. He was her Rafi doll, and he would never break. As she clarified the new deal, he had paused only for a moment, just to think it through before he decided. A blank cheque, as she said...he had to admit Rishon was more devious than he had given him credit for, ridiculous really considering they had the same mind. He'd accepted...of course he wanted her ass but on some level he wanted the rest too...he didn't want mercy, he wanted to experience Amelia without the filter, if she could do anything she wanted to him, what would she do? He laughed softly as she called him brave. No point in not telling her that, huh? "Yeah...yeah you're probably right, it's definitely brave...or I'm just an idiot, but I want to see if you're even capable of hurting me, of forcing me beyond the little you already have. Rishon isn't wrong...I do crave that, and I have my own doubts." He leaned up and pressed his lips to hers. "Could you reallly make your own brother suffer? Would you really want to break him?"

"Tempting her might not be the best idea you've ever had..." Even Rishon was a little taken aback by how Raphael was behaving, but in his mind if she really wasn't going to show mercy, what did he have to lose? Either she wouldn't anyway, and it didn't matter what he said, or she would, and being 'bold' didn't really cost him anything. "Oh not tonight Mistress, I want to see you break him first. I want to watch...oh please let me watch." The clone was already rising to his feet, obedient even with his sadistic nature and Raphael was a little behind as they both headed to the kitchen. "Rishon...do you really want to see me suffer so badly?" Rishon was on his way through the room, aiming to go upstairs to get her pillow when he paused to look back. "Honestly...I think I'll really enjoy it, seeing you in tears. It's like seeing me suffer, isn't it? Maybe it's that...or maybe I really am that jealous. Either way...I'm going to help her break you, and we both know that's what you really want." He laughed softly. "Sure, it terrifies you but you want it to happen anyway. You don't want to be able to back out...and now you can't, and we both get what we want...and while you start to realise that what you want is really far too much for you, that it's overwhelming you and that all your begging and pleading just makes her want to hurt you more...she'll let me fuck her. Right in front of you...just wait Raphael...enjoy taking her anal virginity, because when she decided I'm her best adviser, I'm going to convince her to never let you have an orgasm again, to never touch her again, and make you watch me take her every night...I'll make you regret taking this from me." Leaving him there, Rishon bounded up the stairs, grabbing the pillow and blanket while Raphel was left open mouthed. He still didn't have his answer, but he would have to convince Amelia not to listen to Rishon, surely she wouldn't really...? She'd probably even heard, the clone hadn't kept his tone down.

Preparing a bowl of crisps, a couple more sandwiches and some chocolate orange he had been keeping in the fridge, he made a hot drink for each of them too, the cocoa she had said she missed back at the museum, thick and so much stronger than that weak crap had been. Rishon has the easier job and had beat him back into the room, and was already sitting on one end of the sofa, where Amelia's feet would be no doubt since he had put the pillow on the other side. Sitting with her, Raphael pulled the pillow into his lap and then her head onto the pillow, stroking her hair. Why had Rishon chosen her feet? He didn't have a thing for feet...though when he glanced back over he saw the clone starting to sneak his hand up to her ass, stroking it gently, smirking over at him. His eyes drawn to those soft curves, that perfect rear. It didn't matter...it was going to be his, he won, right?
 
Shocking him again would have been fun, but she resisted, even though he said it was worth it. She enjoyed that small flash of pain she could deliver, the way he cried out against the touch. She lifted her fingers as he stuck his tongue out, electricity arcing between her fingers, "Doesn't really seem like I am the dummy here," Amelia teased back, fingers curling back into her palm, the sharp smell of the current lingering in the air, like ozone. Slowly Amelia shook her head and watched him, "Not foolish," She hedged, rocking in place she waited for a moment, "I will hurt you, but I will not lose you." It was her way of saying she'd never break him beyond what he could take. She might break him, but she'd put the pieces of humpty dumpty back in place. It was more than just so she could play with him again, but he was hers, she would take care of him. Things that were Amelia's might have loved hard, but she took great care to keep them with her. Would Raphael remember the way she cared for her things? The care and attention paid? Would he equate himself with that now? Amelia didn't know, but he would find out in time.

Downstairs, the three talked about what would happen should he get her ass, mostly fueled by Rishon. The second time, he'd at least taken some time to decide. It hadn't been the snapshot agreement. She had indeed liked the ideas Rishon had offered her, appealing in the darkest of ways. It would allow her to do as she pleased, this yes was her consent. Amelia was unsure if she should comment which of the two she thought it was. A mix of both if she was honest, more so because up until recently they had both thought the worst of her. That she'd have taken pleasure in killing him, knowing he couldn't die. So it had been a bit brave, a bit idiotic.. Though the next words that left his mouth made her laugh, that sort of laugh that came from the belly and rocked one's whole body. "Oh, you are adorable," Amelia finally gasped, looking to Rishon with tears in her eyes. The look clearly said, can you believe this? If, Amelia was forced to fight the new giggles as she wiped at her eyes. Kissing Rafi back, she gave a singular giggle and nodded, "You already know I can, that I enjoy it," reminding him, her fingers slid to one of his shiny scars that would fade within the next few hours. Shocking him, she gave him an innocent look, "Now tell me how you feel knowing that the idea of hurting you makes me horny, Rafi Doll," The words whispered against his mouth.

Leaning back she simply lifted a brow. He'd learn in time. She would break him, it wasn't a question of if, but when in Amelia's mind. She pointed at Rishon, "See, he understands," Her eyes shifted to Rishon and she lifted her other brow. Considering him she gave a small shrug, "We shall see, I may not want an audience," She didn't really know yet, though it was likely Rishon would be there, the reason simple. She was going to be horny and he'd take care of her needs for her. Giving them both an order, she decided on a Disney movie, her favorite, Tangled. Queueing it up, she reclined, listening to the boys as they headed to do as ordered. A smile grew the longer she listened, Rishon was indeed jealous. She didn't mind, it would help her, knowing exactly what he'd like, the things he'd never told her. Rishon was the first to make it back to her, and she had been surprised to fin him sitting at her feet end, picking them up and settling them into his lap. Amelia didn't question him, but waited for Raphael to join them. Letting him pull her head into his lap, she rolled to her side, and hit play as Rishon's hand moved up her thigh towards her ass. "Behave," she said mildly, "Or we will see if you can take a zap," turning her head she smiled at him. There was no doubt she was feeling playful and wasn't angry.

As the movie started she felt Rishon shift, putting the blanket over her small form. His thanks game with her feet gently pushing against his thigh, a little pet of sorts thanking him. She'd been getting cold and he had seemed to know. As the movie played, Amelia considered what she wanted to do at bed time, she was pretty sure she knew. Have them both hold her. She hadn't in years, but when she'd been smaller still, she had climbed into Raphael's bed. He'd hold her, cuddling her until the morning. Being broken came with more than her personality, she was known to have nightmares. It was then that she'd climb into his bed. She still had them, but she'd stopped coming to him as often. She knew that he knew, for she'd wake in the morning to his scent. She never knew how he comforted her while she slept. "Rafi Doll?" she tilted her head, looking up at him, "You know I still have nightmares?" After a moment he nodded and she smiled some, "What do you do while I sleep?" She knew he comforted her in her sleep somehow, she wanted to know.
 
Raphael had laughed softly as she had cuddled up to him and they had exited the shower. "I wasn't scared you'd kill me, silly, I was scared of how much you'd hurt me." Kissing the top of her head, it seemed reasonable to him that somebody that enjoyed the idea of hurting him and being in control of him might push him past what he was comfortable with, but in the end it didn't really matter. He had given himself to her, the scary antics with her lightning quirk were pretty much a sign of things to come to him, that she would probably hurt him. The conversation that had continued in the front room had pretty much confirmed it, and after everything that had been said and he had made his choice, the way she suddenly started laughing at him didn't make him feel much better about his safety. Amelia was descending into full on giggles at his question, Rishon was looking slightly bemused at her while Raphael was looking more than a little worried. He'd eagerly kissed her back, pressing his lips to hers harder only to whimper as fingers found one of his more sore scars, a flash of pain making his eyes widen just a moment before she shocked him. He'd seen it coming the moment her fingers had sought out one of his scars again, and he was gasping as she pulled back from the kiss. She really did look innocent, but the words she said...they were anything but, he could feel himself getting aroused as she had whispered them against his lips. "You want to know how that makes me feel, Mistress?"

It wasn't hard to put into words for him, but he did wonder what she expected him to say. Did she think it would worry him? That he was scared? In a way he was but in a much larger way there was another emotion or two that had began to take over. He gave a quick glance towards Rishon before locking eyes with Amelia again. "Excited." The single word was all he said for a few moments while he gathered his thoughts. "Knowing that you get horny from hurting me...it makes me excited. Such an easy thing, all I need to do is let you hurt me and you'll get arousal from it, maybe pleasure. I don't want to be hurt...but I so very much want to excite you, Mistress. You already know I want you to force me...so knowing that you enjoy it, that you want to do those things to me...it's exciting. I made my choice, I'm sure it's too late now anyway even if I wanted to go backwards, but...I don't. I want you to push me as hard as you like, I want you to break me like you say you want to, like I agreed to, just because I want to be yours. I want to be exactly what you want me to be, your toy, your Rafi Doll. I am scared...because I know I'm gonna suffer a little...but I want to see that lust in your eyes, I want to feel how wet it makes you even if I don't like what you're doing." He smiled softly at her and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Does that make sense? Does that explain why I'm not as scared as somebody in my position should be?" He grinned...tempted to push her a little further than he knew he should, but if he did...well she was gonna hurt him anyway so why couldn't he tease her? His let his hand slide down her thighs while he looked her in the eye. "I still don't think you have it in you to break your poor, big brother...I bet you go easy on me." As he said it he was starting to question whether he really did like pain or not, because there was no way she wasn't going to rise to the occasion if he kept baiting her, yet he did. Was it because he knew what she really wanted, and it was his way of telling her it was okay, that she never had to feel bad for it, or was it because he so craved that loss of control?

He had left to make the snacks, Rishon had gone to get the pillow and blanket and when they had all come back together on the sofa it had been Rishon's hand that had been sneaking up her thigh right up until she gave him her playful warning, causing him to smirk unapologetically towards her. "Yes Mistress...I just can't help myself. I like touching you..." Raphael had rolled his eyes, he'd heard Rishon ask to watch her 'break' him, which didn't thrill him but she had taken a liking to the clone. He didn't know whether that should be a compliment or not...of course she had somehow managed to find the asshole side of him and now it had a life of it's own! Laughing softly at the thought he looked down at his lap, smiling as she asked her question. He'd thought she hadn't known, hadn't noticed, it wasn't like he had hung around to question her when she had been having such nightmares, he knew she didn't like talking about them so when he had held her through the night he always left early. He brought his hand up to her cheek, stroked it with his thumb as he smiled down at her. "All I did was hold you. I stroked you a little, just up and down your side, and I held you while you struggled. Sometimes you do struggle a lot while you have nightmares, in your sleep." He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, the movie playing in the background. "That's it, really. I have a baby monitor in your room, if I heard you having a nightmare I'd sneak in, hold you through the night, then sneak out before your alarm went off. Just holding you seemed to help, you liked being petted too, just touched really, and I never needed as much sleep as you did anyway so I didn't mind. You know me, Amelia, always anxious, hah...holding you made me feel less so. Oh, I played with your hair too, I liked doing that and it soothed you a little." Just like now, having her head in his lap made him feel better, or just that new feeling he had, of being hers, of belonging to her.
 
Looking up at him she wrinkled her nose, "I will likely hurt you a lot," the admission soft and spoken with simple truth behind the words. Amelia wanted him to understand what he was signed up for, well.. had signed up for. There was no backing out now, Raphael had made his choice and he was now quite stuck. After her laughing fit, Amelia wiped tears from her eyes, goodness he was adorable, could she hurt him? Oh, yes, she could and would. It would bring her pleasure to hurt him, she knew this just by how her body reacted to the idea. She'd proven it by shocking him, the sharp little stab of pain against the healing skin over quick enough. When asked if she wanted to know how it made him feel, Amelia nodded. She did, not that his answer would change anything, like it, hate it, he'd signed his body and soul over to her. However, what he said made her blink, "Curious," Amelia whispered and waited from him to continue. Excited hadn't been something she'd figure he'd say. Scared, willing, maybe, but excitement?

Her smile grew, slowly as he spoke, "I see," she murmured, listening still as he elaborated. His excitement from her own arousal made sense and it set some worry free. She wouldn't have changed her plans, but they would have been entered into with something she wasn't comfortable describing. Most emotions were foreign to Amelia and when she encountered ones she wasn't used to, they made her unhappy. Love, anger, annoyance and sadness, Amelia knew, but when the emotions fractured and became complex, they often threw her through a loop. "Mmmn, no Rafi Doll, there is no going back. You chose and you're now quite fucked," The words perhaps scary, but they were said lovingly. Her mouth opened and she shook her head, "No, sweet boy, not a little," the correction was important to her, Raphael needed to know, "A lot." His lips brushed her forehead and she smiled, nodding, "It will be there, don't worry." Frowning slightly, she nodded, "Yes, but I still think you underestimate how sadistic I will be, which I think is foolish," Amelia really wanted him to understand.

Blinking she gaped at him, looking at Rishon, she lifted a brow, "Are you also daft?" She was seriously starting to worry that Rafi didn't quite understand. Looking to Raphael, Amelia frowned, "I will say this one more time, I am going to hurt you, not a little, a lot." Shaking her head Amelia sighed, "I want to hurt you, a lot. I will hurt you a lot. Your being my big brother will not save you, which you seem to think." While he might be questioning if he liked pain, Amelia was wondering if he'd hit his head while they had been out tonight. It was an actual concern, because she'd told him more than once what she planned to do with him. All on the couch, Amelia was still wondering about her doll when she mildly chastised Ri, shaking her head with a smile. "Uh huh," He amused her and it was honestly fun to get to play with both aspects of her big brother. While Rishon would never top her, she liked his boldness and it was a side she doubted Rafi would ever willingly show her.

His look of surprise made Amelia smile, "Silly, my room smelled like you," She'd always loved his scent, it was something that told her she was home, safe. As he explained, she nodded, though a frown pulled at her lip at the mention of the baby monitor. "You will remove it," Mostly because she was annoyed at its presence, violating her privacy.. and there would be no need for it anymore. Amelia had been quite serious about the plan to convert one of the spare rooms into a bedroom. It would be where the three of them slept most nights, be it all on the bed, or she and Rishon on the bed and Raphael in the cage beneath. Her head turned into his chest, lips pressing against his chest. "Thank you though," the words soft, her nightmares, one of the things she hated more than anything, thought they served a purpose to a point, showed her she wasn't always strong. They were her personal hell and they were likely one of the main drivers behind her choice to dismantle the LoV with a methodical vengeance, leaving in her wake destruction so violent that others would question reforming it. Shifting, her eyes moved back to the TV, though, some of the night had been tarnished by her plans of LoV and it's leader. He, oh he would suffer the most. She would make him wish he was dead long, long before she killed him.
 
Having her head in his lap felt very peaceful to Raphael, he had often liked being close to his little sister but for obvious reasons it hadn't quite been like this in the past. He had cuddled her while they watched movies but it hadn't been quite the same, it didn't feel like it did now with her resting her head on her cushion, and he had smiled down at her as she spoke, slightly bemused as he tried to actually listen to her, something Amelia seemed to be insisting on. She had said this now, these words that should terrify him but Raphael seemed to have some kind of block, he didn't know whether he actually believed her or not but even if he came to the conclusion that he did he still had that strange sense of doubt, or...not doubt, but disbelief? It probably went back to just how much he trusted her, how hard it was for him to picture his little sister actually hurting him in any significant way...not the almost playful zaps she had given him so far but enough pain to bring him to tears? It just seemed so unlikely, even if it was what he had signed up for with his agreement. "I know, I know, you said you were gonna hurt me, and I believe you...I just am having a hard time picturing it." Rishon was honestly not having as much of a block on it as Raphael was but even he didn't know the depths Amelia could go to, he had his own doubts since he thought of her in much the same way, as a brother, and with complete trust.

"I'm fucked?" He even grinned at her choice of words, his fingers sliding through her hair to almost pet her. "Don't I get to be the one doing the fucking?" There was apparently a downside to him being so relaxed and not very anxious at the time and it was that he was more...playful with his wording, Raphael was being almost bold in his own way, not like Rishon and his touches but it was clear that she was already having some kind of affect on her big brother. He laughed softly and nodded again. "I get it, I really do...it's just hard to visualise...but that's okay, isn't it? It's not really like I'm underestimating you, I just trust you, Amelia...Mistress...I trust you, even if you do break me I trust you to put me back together, and I'll never know what it's like and if I should really be afraid until you show me...so for now this is about all I have...I believe you, but I just can't picture it..." He really hoped what he had said made sense, hoped that she wasn't too upset with him and his inability to picture his own torture. Rishon laughed at her question and shook his head at her. "No, not daft...but I see what he is saying, how it's hard to picture...have you ever truly hurt us before? You haven't....and I would take it as a compliment, that we trust you. You can be scary, I know he is likely afraid of what you can do to him but it's hard to picture you really making him suffer...but I can't wait to see it." Grinning, Rishon dared to start sliding his hand back up to her rear again, a hunger in his eyes. He wanted her as much as Raphael did, and he wanted more, he wanted to take her in front of him, instead of him. He wanted to help her make him suffer...

Raphael nodded, smiling sheepishly. "They did? I never really thought of it like that...I came to your room because you were scared...I never really see you scared of things but the nightmares? I understand those better than most, so when I heard you I would come to you, hold you." He ran his hand over her hair, smiling softly. "I'll show you where it is, though it's not hidden, it's one of those nanny cam teddies...no video, just the sound." He laughed nervously. "It's not like I was trying to take your privacy, I just didn't want you to suffer...is that so wrong?" While he petted her and Rishon attempted to grope her, he had his own thoughts about the LoV, knowing that she was going to take them out one by one, like she had with the lesser villain that very night...would Raphael still be able to protect her? Would Rishon be able to help? Despite everything that was happening to them right then they still had that to deal with, that was still her overall goal even if Raphael himself was now something for her to focus on too. "You're welcome, Amelia. You know I will always be around to look after you, right? You're not the only one that can take care of the other, no matter what you do to me I'm still gonna be your big brother, even if you're a bit more perverted than I anticipated. Imagine, forcing your own brother to fuck you..." He grinned and stroked his fingers through her hair. "I love you, little sister."
 
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