Sweet Sister of Mine [Demure x Lycan]

[Lycan]

It had been early, eleven at the least. Silas slammed down the door of his trunk after obtaining the suitcase of luggage he had eagerly packed and strolled up the stone walkway towards what had been his domain for many years until only last when he had graduated from high-school and joined his friends studying abroad in Vienna, Paris, Rome, and Warsaw.
Silas had missed home since reception was scarce and the timezones were off in Europe, deeming him unable to make too many calls to his family.
The friends had had their fun, got in some overseas, though by the end all Silas had cared about was seeing his little sister again, the two being greatest of siblings and quite certainly the best of friends back when he was home full time. It was unlike any other brother/sister relationship Silas had ever encountered before, the two of them were just naturally close... or so he would like think.
Silas had never told anyone the truth behind his unnatural attachment to his younger sister, though since the both of them were young, around puberty presumably, Silas had had a deep, sexual attraction to his sister. For one, the girl was afraid of most men, something... --phobia?

Though as her brother, Silas was special; the only boy capable to get close to her.
Silas knocked on the door, baggage in hand, and waiting for his sister to answer, knowing ahead of time their parents would be out, he began to think about the girl again. Thoughts of her voluptuous body, her supple breasts, her timid, naïve disposition... these thoughts began to turn into sensual fantasies, and soon enough had a picture of her naked ingrained in his mind. Silas knocked on the door again, trying to shake off these ideas, though something was holding him back, his sister being a rare fruit no one could ever get their hands on, except him.

 

[Demure.Obsession]

Violet heard the knocking on the front door, from upstairs in her room. She hurriedly pulled the knee length, flowy white dress over her head, and ran a hair brush through her mid length, silky black hair, breathing onto the lenses of her glasses before wiping them clean.
Running down the stairs, she nearly tripped, but caught herself on the hand rail. "I'm coming!" she called out, breathlessly.
By the time she got to the door, she was pink in the cheeks, she swung it open and smiled shyly up at her big brother. "Welcome home Big Brother!" she said, twisting her hands in front of her nervously.
Violet had a sweet temperament, and a giving personality. But, she was completely terrified of the opposite sex. The Doctors called it androphobia.
Since the tender age of ten years old, she had not been able to stomach the thought of being around a male, being near one usually caused her to get fits of dizziness and paranoia. The only two men she was able to interact with was her Father and her older brother Silas.
She didn't feel like a deer being hunted around Silas.
In the past year that he had been gone, she had grown a few inches, and filled out quite nicely. She had always been a somewhat volumptious girl - not to be mistaken with overweight-. Her chest had grown from a full C cup to a DDD, the set of twins currently straining against their lacey prison, and offering Silas a eyeful of cleavage.
Her hips had curved deliciously as well, giving her a enviable hour glass figure, completed with a heart shaped derriere and long, shapely legs, delicate ankles and feminine feet.
"How was your trip? Are you tired? Hungry?" she asked, stepping aside to allow him in. The skirt to the dress swished with each step she took.