The beginning of our love - Dinah (cw)

He had taken her to earth, much to the dismay of her protector. This was before their relationships, before their vows to belong to one another. But Eaden had always harboured the feelings that he did for her. Several scoldings from both their father and mother had put him in his place, but the feelings never stopped. He couldnt see back then what was wrong with it, werent they brought into this world together because it was meant to be? Wasnt he clutching onto her as she left the womb, only to follow shortly after? That was what they had told him, and it had to have a meaning. Didnt matter that they said it was wrong. Yet having to hold back these feelings, watch others talk to her, hug her. It made him angry, it made him hate her in a way.
He looked at her as they arrived, a slight smirk over his lips. “I hope you dont mind, but there was a tweak in the portal. We should have been here in 1032. Now we’re in 2008, skipping a whole 1000 years,” he said as he watched the portal close behind them. He looked around and smiled with a wide grin, not feeling shocked by the amount of evolution that has happened. Who didnt mind a little time travel? He turned his eyes to her and grabbed her hand, the skin so soft that it made him wonder if all of her was just as soft. He scoffed at the wrongful thoughts and started walking. “People in this time like to party. I’ve never tried, but I’d like to,” he said as he looked at his sister with a sly smirk. He was awfully good at adapting to the loud noises from the cars, blending in as a natural as he found a couple making out in an alley. He lifted his hand and made their necks snap in an instant, feeling his nose bleed from the strain. He dried his nose and walked over to the corpses. “Get dressed,” he almost demanded as he looked at his sister, getting out of his own rags and into something more fitting for this time. “We shouldnt look like people that doesnt fit in when we go to this party,”

Dinah stepped with Eaden with care, moving slowly as she saw the world around her. She jumped a bit as a car blasted by honking it’s horn loudly. Her green grey eyes flew to her brother that seemed to have adjusted just fine to everything. She stepped closer to him, staying silent as he spoke and looking around. She had wanted to see this world for so long, but everything seemed so different. Last time she had seen this world she had been but a mere girl. He took her hand and she felt her body get warmer a faint smile on her lips at the touch. She longed so much for this gentle kind of feeling, longed for closeness to anyone. Her brother had always been there for her, even if their father had not cared, Eaden had been there for her. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep, wishing her father would come for her and they could have a family again, however the nights had turned to days. Days had turned to weeks and weeks had turned to years. Her tears had dried, and now was nothing left but a sour taste in her mouth whenever she thought of her father. She moved with him, giving his hand a squeeze and giggling at his words. She felt butterflies in her stomach, moving through her body and making her ever so happy. ”Party?” she asked, not sure if she understood the word. Was it like a feast, she wondered.

Watching the dead bodies fall to the ground made her widen her eyes, not in fear, but in pure wonder. She looked at her brother as he spoke. She let go for his hand, already feeling the cold world around her and walked to the corpse. Her eyes wandered to Eaden as he removed his clothes, her heart beating faster as she looked at it before quickly looking away with a faint rosy color in her cheeks. She moved slow, taking off her ragged shirt and bottom as she tried shielding herself from the eyes of the world. She took the new clothes and pulled the dress over her head. She knew that red was her brother’s favorite color, so she wondered if that was why he had chosen the pair. She held out her hand to the corpses, making them sink into darkness as they were guided to the afterlife by her. She straigthened her back, moving some of her long hair behind her ear as she looked at her brother. ”Do I blend in?” she asked carefully, a little shyness in her voice.

“Parties are like... I dont think I can explain it properly. I’ll just have to show you,” he said with a smile. Killing the couple didnt really bother him. He noticed Dinah’s wonder and shrugged, “Did I end them before their time?” He asked with a short smile before he undressed. Even if he didnt see her look at him, he felt her eyes on him. He put on the leatherjacket, over the tanktop that he was wearing. The guy clearly had a taste for older fashion. He looked to Dinah as he eyed the red dress, walking closer with a smile, his hands running down her sides. Much to his annoyance, his mind was already thinking about all the wrong things he could do with her. “Yeah. You look fantastic,” he said in a joyous tone to hide his annoyance as he took her hand back in his and started walking to their destination. Both being as pretty as they were, getting into the club was easy. The music was banging loud and the lights were going around in different colors. Eaden placed his arm around his sisters neck and pulled her closer to himself, “Just stay close to me. It’ll be fine,” he assured her, giving her arm a squeeze before he let her go. He still felt so annoyed with himself, why was he longing for her in this way? He had been told that it was wrong his whole life, yet his body couldnt stop. He had to get his mind off her. He let his eyes move around the club before he saw a girl walk to the restrooms, her features did remind him of his dear sister next to him. “I’ll be right back,” he told her with a slight smile, before he went off in the direction the girl had gone.

”You did, but they didn’t have long anyways,” she mumbled as she got dressed. If it hadn’t been for Eaden the girl might have had a month or so left, while her partner might be lucky to get six months more. The world was a cruel place, and Dinah found it more comforting that they ended their life together in a more poetic way. She felt breathless as his hands ran down her sides and she shifted her gaze between his two eyes, his words making her chuckle lightly. He had a way of making her feel loved and wanted in this world. Moving to the club it took no time for Dinah to get used to her surroundings. It was weird how adaptable she was at times. He told her to stay close and she nodded, walking to the bar to watch what she could have to drink. All of the colours shining off the glass made her smile to herself. It looked so pretty, like a kaleidoscope moving around and showing the different motives on the walls. She looked at her brother moving off in a hurry, and didn’t pay much attention to it. She could wait for him if he needed to do something. Gently she moved her fingers over the top of the bar until she felt a prescense next to her.

”You look really beautiful,” a young man said, his dark brown eyes looking at her with a smile on his lips. Dinah felt a little startled, but she tried remaining calm as she looked at the man. ”Are you here alone?” he asked in a caring voice. Dinah shook her head, still shy and not used to speaking to many other people than her closests family members. ”I-I’m here with someone,” she said quietly and with a faint smile on her lips. The man reached out, touching her face gently and with care, Dinah felt the rush of blood to her cheeks as she looked down. What did this man want? She knew what lust and love was, in theory, but such a gentle touch could mean anything. ”Can I buy you a drink?” the man asked with a sweet smile and Dinah nodded. They ordered drinks and the guy started speaking about himself, how he had recently gotten into town and wanted to find a stable job. Dinah didn’t know how to answer most of his sentences, but he seemed more occupied with filling drinks on her. Soon she felt the buzz in her system.

As soon as he was able to, he had grabbed a hold of that girl. She wasnt startled but rather intrigued as Eaden smiled at her ever so softly running his hands down her arms, leaning closer to her to get a taste. But no matter what he did, whenever he looked at her, it was like he saw Dinah, his sister that he loved and hated at the same time so dearly. He was mesmerized and soon he had pulled her into a hidden corner near the restroom, his lips all over her neck as he indulged in her soft skin. He normally wouldnt have kissed the girls he were with, but she looked like Dinah in his mind, he needed this.
She pushed him off to drag him out on the streets, pushing him against the wall as she undid his belt. He leaned his head back and grabbed a firm hold in her hair before the warm sensation spread in his body, making his voice fill the alley with soft moans. He glanced back at the backentrance, knowing he had to go back, but in the moment he was taken back by the work the girl was doing on him. He wondered if Dinah was managing in there, he had said that it wouldnt be long, but that had clearly been a lie. A part of him probably hoped that his sister would catch him, see him be this way with someone else. He couldnt have her, that’s what everyone had told him, he hated it. “Dinah...” he whispered lowly between the moans, the girl looking up with confusion on her face, “My name is Erica,” - “Dinah would be better,” he told her and ran his hand down her face with a smile. She didnt seem bothered by it, to his surprise and resumed her work. He leaned his head back as his eyes stayed on the backentrance.

The guy by her side came closer and closer, and soon he was talking about everything and nothing at the same time as his arm was around her waist. Dinah felt uncomfortable, like she was out of place, and she was. She tried moving away, but everytime the guy followed. Dinah got up from her seat, her grey green eyes searching the dancefloor and other places of the club, but she couldn’t find him. She couldn’t find her dear brother. It made her worried and she decided to move in the direction he was headed before. The guy decided to follow her, thinking this was her way of signalling something more was in store between them. She looked at the half open backdoor, feeling like she should walk out, but soon felt her arm getting grabbed. ”Where are ya goin’ love?” the young man from before said in a low grunting voice, sending unpleasant shivers down her spine. Dinah was used to hell and it’s limitless cruelty, but she had respect down there. People knew who she was related to, but here she felt like a fish out of water. ”I’m just looking for-” Dinah tried explaining before being pushed up against the side of the backentrance, gasping as she felt the strength of the guy. He was not human, that much she knew, but she had not met many races besides angels and demons. ”Looking for a good time, I know, I usually don’t spend so much money on girls, but you,” the guys said, looking her up and down with a greedy look. ”You seemed like you weren’t easy to buy – a virgin is what every man lusts for, and you smell of it,” he said in a low voice. Dinah felt herself cold to the bone. She couldn’t find her voice or do anything as the man started running his fingers up her thigh and under her dress. Dinah looked away. She wanted to scream for help. She didn’t like this new world. She wanted to go home. That’s when her tears started rolling and she felt so scared. Normally people said that you had two responses; fight or flight, but all Dinah could do was freeze. ”Please don’t,” she begged with a low voice.

He was far too busy with the girl to first hear that people had walked towards the back entrance. He swore that he heard his sister’s voice but he wasnt sure. He looked down at the girl and tightened his grip in her hair as he felt close, yet it wasnt all that satisfying. That was when he heard the gasp, in a moment of clarity that pulled him out of his thoughts and pleasure. He yanked the girl’s head away as he zipped his pants and went directly for the back entrance. The sight that mer him, rendered him speechless as he grabbed the door to ingest what he was seeing. His eyes flared with anger as he stormed towards them. “Get your filthy fucking hands off her!” He roared with such anger that it was clear that it wasnt just as if the guy had touched his sister. He grabbed the man by the shoulder and flung him off her as he stepped in front of her with his front towards the guy, lifting his hand to stiffen all the bones in his body as he walked closer to him. “You think she’s for you to touch? A low piece of shit like you, with the right to touch satan’s grandchild?” His words were acid as he felt his demon side beg for release. But that would be too easy, Eaden wanted the guy to suffer. He started moving a finger, the man’s spine would shake, sending a deep sensation of pain through him. Eaden turned his eyes back to Dinah, “He’ll never touch you again,” he then said as he clenched his fist, making the man’s hands shatter as the bones shot out of them, but Eaden wasnt satisfied as he made the two bones in his lower arm split and spread apart, tearing the skin at the force. Eaden’s nose started bleeding and his vision had started to blur. “Fucking.... fuck...” he mumbled in frustration, making a swift motion with his arm that tore the spine off the man as Eaden stumbled back against the wall, forced to loosing his grip on the man. He shook his head and signaled Dinah to keep her distance, “Dont touch me,” he said in a sad tone as he sniffled a bit.

As soon as she heard his voice she felt safe, her eyes following the voice and seeing her brother. She felt guilty. Maybe she should have not asked for coming here today. Maybe she should have listened to Cobbs and his warnings. She let out a sigh as she watched her brother strain herself to hurt the man. She wanted to run to her brother and fling her arms around him, but she stopped herself as he said not to come closer. She stood there, idle for a while. ”I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Partly she knew she wasn’t at fault here, but if she had just gotten away sooner then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Sometimes she wondered if her brother truly hated her and she looked down, fiddling with her red dress. Dinah shook her head and walked closer, removing the blood from his face, barely daring to look him in the eyes. ”It’s alright if you hate me, you know that, right?” she whispered carefully, taking her hand and letting it fall down her side. She took a step away from her brother and let out a sigh. ”I’m tired – could we find a place to stay for the night?” she whispered in a begging tone. She hated sleeping alone, but if he wanted a room for himself she would understand.

“I dont need your apology,” he said in a sourer tone than intended. But he had felt that sparl of jealousy like a knife in his heart, seeing the man touch her underneath her red dress that looked so beautiful on her. Some man had almost defiled her and Eaden just wouldnt have it. Letting his anger out on her in this way wasnt really that wise either, but you couldnt say that his frustrations had given him much wisdom. He had asked her not to come near him and yet she did, his hand ready to fly up and grab hers like he would do to anyone who dared to touch him when he clearly expressed he didnt want it, yet his arm didnt seem to want to move with his thoughts. His eyes turned to hers, a soft yet irritated growl leaving his lips as she whispered, “So now I need permission to hate you? You sound like father,” he said as she stepped away.
He hated her so much right now. Hated the way she made him feel like he needed her close, hated her for making him so jealous of the people who touched her. Mostly he hated her because she seemed to have trapped his heart and she didnt even know. Her beg made him groan as he grabbed her hand without confirming nor denying her request. Going to the motel he was silent as the night while they walked, barely even looking at her. His expression wasnt exactly happy but it wasnt as frustrated and angry at the club. Getting the fresh air had calmed him down, yet being disturbed with the girl in tge alley like that meant that he had unfinished business that eventually would overwhelm him.

He knew he hurt her with his words and that just made him even more frustrated. It was just a big mixed bag of feelings that he didnt have the mind to comprehend. So it was better to just comply to her wish of getting away and get some rest. But he would be damned to have them seperated after what had just happened, he wasnt going to let her out of hos sight. What if she got thirsty and went out to the vending machine. In a place like this? No he wasnt even going to think about it. He looked at her and scoffed as she mumbled for the couch, “Just take the bed,” he said in a shrug as he watched her walk to the bathroom. When the door closed, he sat down on the couch, placing an elbow on the armrest as he cupped his face with his hand.
He could hear the water and sighed deeply to himself, trying not to imagine her slipping out of the red dressed that looked so nice on her. He rubbed his temple as he felt his urges, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw shortly, “Not here,” he mumbled to himself in a frustrated beg as he glanced at the bathroom door. His body started heating up as his heart seemed to race, he opened the collar on his shirt and tugged at it to get some air on his chest, closing his eyes as he sunk down into the couch. He was pulled out of his mind as she called, almost jumping on his feet as it sounded like something was off. Her beg made him frown slightly, as he went to the bed with the towels folded nicely, picking them up before going to the bathroom. He knocked on the door before he walked in, his eyes widening slightly as they wandered down her body for just a few seconds. In a fast motion, he blocked his view out with the towels as he offered her them, looking away as his cheeks had gotten a slight red colour, their parents voices echoing in his head as he clenched his jaw for a bit. “I need to go fuck something,” he said rather blatantly as he turned and went for the door.

As he came in with the towel she looked at him and swallowed. She noticed him shielding her body, but it made her frown and look down as she took the towel and wrapped it around her body. He was about to leave, but she grabbed his hand. Biting her lip she looked down, still feeling embarrassed. ”Eaden, you would tell me if there’s something wrong with … With my body, right?” she asked a bit flustered. Everywhere they went she always felt people staring at her, like they wanted to be close to her. It made her nervous. She shook her head and let go of his hand. ”No … Uhm … I’m sorry, it was just a thought, I …” she said falling over her words. She felt out on thin ice and at some point she feared hearing the crack under her as she would fall into the icy water below. Dinah shivered and pulled the towel closer around her. She had never understood why their parents never left them alone, why even a hug could mean a scolding for Eaden. But their parents weren’t there now, she thought. Her father had given up on them and their mother died when they were still so young. She knew Eaden would have to go out and get his souls, but the thought of him of what he would do to get those souls, made her shiver more than the cold. She took a glimpse at herself in the mirror and then looked at Eaden’s reflection. Why couldn’t she be like him? Confident and sure about his body? She wanted part of that, but she didn’t really know how to. She walked past him, going into the room and sitting down on the bed, grabbing a smaller towel to dry her hair with.

Leaving was the only thing he saw fit, just the glimpse of her body had awakened somerthing in him that he had hoped would go back to it’s slumber, so when she grabbed his hand he gasped and turned his eyes back to meet hers. Her words made him raise his eyebrows at her as he then shool his head in confusing, narrowing his eyes as he couldnt really believe what he was hearing. “Dinah, what are you...” he wet his lips shortly before his eyes wandered down her body that was now covered, sighing as he let his eyes meet with hers again, feeling the slight red in his cheeks like a sting, “There’s nothing wrong with your body,” he said in an exhale as he scratched his neck, as she let go of his hand.
Her words made no sense and he wasnt sure what to say. Did she want him to stay? He couldnt, his urges were clawing at him like a hungry beast. He just stood still as she walked past him, his nose instictively inhaling her alluring scent as his eyes followed her. He gulped as he just stood there for a while before he went to the frame of the bathroom door, looking at her as she dried her hair. “You’re being a brat,” he then said as he frowned a bit at her. “I’ve always hated that about you. Not knowing how beautiful you are.” He turned his eyes away from her for a bit as he stared at the door. “Father was right about one thing,” he said as his eyes stayed on the door. “You’ve always been like a butterfly. Even the most beautiful butterflies can never see their wings, see the beautiful pattern that makes them so enchanting to watch as they fly about in the world,” he clenched his teeth and made a sharp inhale as the urges had gotten painfully agonizing. It was now or never, going out the door and satisfy his needs or stay here and see what would happen.

She sat on the bed drying her hair and feeling herself so confused and in debate with her inner self. Eaden said there wasn’t anything wrong with her body, but why did he always look away then? Why was people staring at her? She clutched her fingers around the towel and looked down, feeling a few water drops making it’s way down the side of her face from the top of her hair. His words made her stop what she was doing, and she bit her lip as he said that he hated something about her. Eaden said what dad had always said about her beauty and shook her head and got up from her seat. ”No, Eaden, there’s something wrong with me – why else wouldn’t grandpa let me out, why else wouldn’t dad even look for me?” she said, feeling her eyes watering as she stepped closer. Her lips shivered as she was so close to him, feeling her heart beat faster and reaching up to touch his cheek.

”I still don’t understand why I was never allowed to touch you,” she begged, moving her fingers down his cheek, briefly touching his lips before pulling her hand to her chest and clutching the towel around her closer. In many ways, Dinah knew nothing about lust nor love, she only knew what her body told her. She didn’t want him to leave, but she knew he needed to. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t find her words. She removed the towel, letting it fall to the ground. ”Tell me what you see, if not a freak of nature,” she begged.

He frowned as she shook her head and her words angered him. Because he knew that he had fed her the lie that their father never even looked for her and now it had seemed to be what was fueling her insecurity. She stepped closer and his eyes widened a bit before he looked at her like he was begging her not to step any closer. His heart was already racing, having her closer and feeling her skin on his was driving him crazy. One side wanted to take her right here and there in this dirty old motel, the other kept repeating what their father had always told him. “You’re not supposed to be with her. She’s your sister, she will be with someone else,” it echoed over and over and he had to close his eyes. Her words struck though the echo, silencing it in a second as her fingers moved around his face, grazing his lips that sent a shiver down his spine.
He opened his eyes to look at her with this pained look, she didnt even know what she was doing to him, the urges that kept pounding underneath his skin like fiery blasts of lust. His eyes darted down to her hands as she grabbed the towel to take it off, he held his breath as she exposed herself. He felt at a complete loss of words at the sight that met him and his eyes lit with fire at her words as he grabbed her by the chin and pulled her face as close to his as he could without their lips toching. “I see a beautiful young woman that couldnt even begin to imagine the beauty that she beholds,” his words were fiery with anger as he almost growled them. His eyes shifted between hers for a bit, before he pulled her face in for a kiss, a deep kiss that made his whole being feel like it could crumble. A thousand butterflies tingling throughout him as he wrapped his arm around her, feasting on the sweetness of her lips. He pulled away as he let go of her chin, exhaling in a tremble as he stared at the floor. There was no way back now, he turned his eyes to her as his frown deepened, grabbing her shoulders as he almost shoved her onto the bed. He crawled over her like a beast that had just pinned down it’s prey, his breath heavy with yearning. “You want to know how your body makes a guy feel? I’ll show you exactly how,” his words were almost a threat as he straddled her hips with his own, pressing his lower half against her as his hands grabbed a firm hold of the sheets underneath her.

When she felt his lips they felt so soft, nothing had ever felt like this on her lips and she blushed. Dinah knew almost nothing of this world, it’s morals or how siblings were supposed to act, but she felt like this was the forbidden fruit. It was like release from a prison she didn’t know she had been in. She had gotten a taste. Her heart skipped a beat as she fell backwards on the bed, Eaden crawling up on her. Her eyes widened at his words and felt her body spin slowly as he pressed himself against her. A soft and innocent moan escaping her lips. ”Eaden,” she begged, not knowing what was going on. She felt scared at his sudden brutal nature. Her damp hair splayed out behind her like a crown of brown. Her lips seperated as she felt her breath getting heavy at his prescense. ”I don’t want to know how a guy feels about my body,” she whispered. ”I want to know what you feel,” she confessed, searching his grey green eyes that felt like looking at herself. Her hands moved in search of his body, careful and innocently as she touched the fabric of his shirt. Her mouth opening and closing as she tried finding her words. ”I don’t want you to hate me,” she pleaded.  

Her beggingg made him growl as he leaned down and nibbled at her skin with his teeth, a little hard, surely it would leave marks. He felt trembles overrunning his system, lust became craving and he couldnt constrain it. He had to just have her, the thing he was trying to avoid was going to happen now. His hands tightened around the sheets, the sound of linen breaking sounded at the force of his grip. Her whisper made him lift his head from her neck, glancing at her with a sideeye as their faces were next to each other, his breath heavy and trembling. Her confession made him grit his teeth as he returned to her neck, sticking out his tongue as he lustfully dragged it up along the teethmarks that he had placed on her.
Her hands shuffling with his shirt made him lift a hand as he grabbed a hold of the shirt, ripping it free from the buttons to expose his chest in less than a second. He lifted his head to look at her as she was pleading. "Father's favorite daughter asking the hated son to not hate her?" he said in a low tone as he jerked his hips forward, grinding his manhood against her as his hand ran down her body, soft groans leaving his lips. "Touch me," he demanded in a cold tone as he looked at her with hungry eyes. His hips jerking forward against her as he grabbed a hold of her breast. "How I feel?" he said, finally answering her confession, "I'd love to infiltrate your body and mark you as mine," he said in a rather possessive tone as his hand squeezed around her breast, "Defile you so no one else but me can have you," his tone was cold yet there was a yearning in the undertones.

Dinah felt his teeth pinching at her skin and she gasped at the sensation and she heard the sheets being broken. He didn’t answer her, instead she felt his warm tongue against her neck and it made a small moan escape her lips. Her eyes not leaving Eaden as he removed his shirt and she shivered at the look that awaited her. He was beautiful magnificent. His slight tanned skin soft to the touch and she could feel something in her wanting to reach out and touch more. His low tone followed by his grind made her moan, a faint red color glowing in her cheeks as she felt herself breathless. She touched his skin gently, letting her fingers run acrros his chest. She hated being called the favorite child, because she didn’t feel like she deserved it. All she wanted was her brother to love her, was that so hard? Was she really unlovable? As he grabbed her breast she gasped, but moved her body closer to him. His words made her turn her head away. She didn’t like the sound of it, it wasn’t what she wanted. ”I-I can be yours, Eaden – but only if you love me,” she whispered, turning her head to look at him. She moved her hand up, cupping his face as she looked at him with such a tender look. ”Mum always said we were made for each other, to help each other through this world,” she whispered. Remembering her mother she smiled, the caring woman that was gentle in her upbringing. ”Humans say they have a sweetheart or soulmate, but imagine if the reason we were born was because we were always meant for each other?” she whispered.

He watched her look at his chest and a small satisfied scoff left his lips as a hint of a sly smile was in the corner of his mouth that he opened to exhale deeply. Hearing hear moan was like sweet music to his ears, he had always enjoyed hearing a woman moan at what he did to them, but with Dinah it was different, it felt like something sacred that he wasnt allowed to have, only making him want more of it. Whatever their parents had told him through all the years seemed to be a mere whisper that was silenced by the pounding heart that resided in his sister. Her touch was breathtaking, and it definitely didnt help soothe his cravings, more the opposite of it.
He watched her as she looked away, raising an eyebrow as it was simply the truth. Her whisper made him shiver as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes for a bit. Feeling her hands cup his face, made him open them again to look into her tender eyes. "Then why wasnt I allowed near you? If we were truly made for each other," he argued in a frustrated murmur, turning his eyes away from her as he suddenly felt the need to constrain himself, but could he really at this point? Her whisper made his body tense as he resumed grinding against her, knowing that only a few layers were separating them in this moment, soft moans leaving his lips as he looked into her eyes, wanting to see what he did to her, how she was reacting to it.
Her words got to him and he pushed himself off her, falling onto his back as he covered his face, gritting his teeth as hard as he could. "Dinah you're paining me," he grumbled as he pushed himself onto his elbows to look at her, his eyes wandering up her body. "I want you. I only ever wanted you," he confessed as his eyes filled with anger, "All of my senses are telling me to fuck you like the other girls," he said as he clenched his hands to hard fists, digging his nails deeply into his palms. "So tell me why I am unable to undo my belt and bend you over like the rest of them," his words were demanding, like he thought she knew the answers. "Tell me!" quickly followed in a yell as he pushed himself up to a sitting position like a threat, his chest heaving heavily while his face bore the essence of betrayal. He felt so weak, unable to do what he pleased, something he had felt all too well with his sister, but not in this way. This time their parents werent there to stop them, so what was holding him back?

He asked her so many questions today and so many of them she couldn’t answer, simply because she didn’t know. Feeling him grind against her made another sweet moan escape her lips and she felt her body react so strongly to him. She bit her lips, enjoying the feeling of him close. A sigh left her as he got off her and she looked at him in confusion for a second. His confession made her core spin, but she didn’t know what to do with all of this. She felt herself so confused and angry at the situation they were in. She remained silent, moving up the bed to rest her head against the headboard and looked at him. Dinah furrowed her eyes as she felt something wet between her legs and looked down. She closed her legs feeling embarrased at her body’s reaction to her brother’s touch and grinding. His demanding tone made her jump slightly as she pulled the duvet closer to her body. ”I don’t know,” she pleaded in a soft voice. She had a urge to touch herself, but she didn’t do it when other people were around. Her breathing heavy as she looked at him. ”Maybe because I am not other girls?” she said, placing a hand over his on the bed.

Dinah looked at her brother conflicted and in pain. ”Touch me gently,” she whispered, her breath moving her heaving chest as she removed the duvet. She crawled over to him, sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. Her hand took his, placing a gentle kiss on it before she placed it between her lightly spread thighs. One thing was her own fingers, but his was warm in another way. She knew he could feel the heat radiating from her parts, her juices already having wet her lips between her legs. ”Move slow for me, please,” she said, looking at him with gentle eyes. All this angel craved was for someone to love her, someone to care for her and hold her like she meant something to someone.

He noticed her embarrassment at her body's reaction but he was too frustrated to actually say or do something about it. Her flinching made him realize that he had stepped over a line and her plea made him move his gaze away with shame. His shoulders trembling with agony as she spoke, feeling her hand over his. He had just yelled at her, how could she still want to touch him, let alone be near him? He just didnt understand. Her whisper made him widen his eyes shortly as she removed the duvet, watching her crawl over to him. His eyes wandered down her body as she kissed his hand and directed it to her bits, a soft gasp leaving his lips at the feeling. He turned his eyes to hers as his fingers instinctively started moving around, touching her and feeling her wetness spread on his fingers ever so quickly. Was she longing for him? Or was this some wicked dream of his?
His anger disappeared as she asked him to be slow, a soft groan leaving his lips as he pressed one finger into her, feeling the ripples surround his skin. He turned his body as he laid them down his his arm around her shoulders, pressing her closer to him as he started stroking her in slow gentle movements. He was rather rough by nature, but he couldnt seem to be that way with her, a part of him wanted to keep her safe, keep her happy. He pressed his forehead against the side of her head as he pressed another finger into her, gasping softly as it felt like nothing else he had tried before. He closed his eyes, letting his fingers move inside her as his palm made sure to rub her sweet spot. His mouth found it's way to her ear as he grumbled softly, "I love you Dinah. I love you so fucking much,"

She felt his fingers at her tenderness and she bit down on her lips as she looked at him. Her cheeks such a lovely color of pink a small gasp escaping her lips as he pressed a finger into her. He laid down with her and she felt his fingers carressing her insides in such tender movements that it made her moan more. ”I love you, Eaden,” she gasped as she pressed another finger into her. Her eyes flickered at the pleasure and she spread her legs gently to allow him more room. She had never done something like this, not with anyone but herself and never had it felt so heavenly. ”Eaden,” she begged as she felt a shiver run through her body with pleasure. She felt herself getting wetter by the second and she was partly scared at what might follow. Her fingers moved down to grab his wrist as she looked at him. ”Will it hurt?” she asked carefully and looked down to the bump in his jeans. She swallowed at the thought before her eyes fell back on her brother with a caring warm look behind her grey green eyes. ”Please, I want to be yours,” she said placing a gentle kiss over his lips. She loved him and she wanted to belong to him in another way than just being his annoying sister.

Her moans were just as pleasing as feeling her body react to his touch, her gasp making him tremble shortly as his fingers moved a bit more eagerly, stretching her out to prepare her for was about to happen. He had never thought that he would hear her in such tender songs, the song of bodily pleasure. Her beg made him lift his head from pressing into hers as he looked at her with vulnerable eyes, gulping slightly as he suddenly felt so nervous. She was so tender and sweet, and it was rubbing off on him in a faster speed that he ever thought it would have. He didnt do this for his own pleasure anymore, it just didnt feel as good, it felt way better to do it for her pleasure. Her question and the hand around his wrist haltered his movement as he looked at her for a while, sighing deeply before he answered, "Not if I did it right," he assured her and placed a gentle kiss on her temple to then follow her eyes down to his pants.
Her words made him sigh with lust as he rolled over her, grabbing her arms gently as he placed them over her head, leaning down to kiss her ever so gently, "I want you to be mine too," he whispered against her lips as he then frowned and looked away. "But if I'm going to be yours, I'd never want to do this without your permission. I need a signal, for me to be allowed into you. I'd never want to take you like I have with other girls," he then said as he looked around the room, raising his eyebrows as his eyes caught a glimpse of a painting, not wearing his glasses made it hard for him to read. He narrowed his eyes and traced each letter till he understood, looking down at Dinah as he started grinding softly against her, feeling her wetness soak his pants slowly for every rub, "Whenever you allow me, I'd want to hear you say mon chéri," he then said as he moaned softly, his shoulders shaking slightly with agony of not being in her.

This was so different from the angry Eaden that had first pushed her on the bed, and she wondered what made him click. Had she said something or done something to tame the beast he so often seemed to be. As he grabbed them and flipped them around she let him move her arms with no hesitation. She trusted him so blindly at this point. His frown made her swallow and search his face as she tried to follow where he was looking. Making up a safe word sounded like a good idea in theory, but what if he couldn’t hold back? What if she just became one of the other girls if he grew bored with her? He moved against her and she felt something hard between her legs and under his pants that made her moan. She nodded at his wish and saw him shaking. ”Can I … Uhm … Maybe see it before …” she said a bit flustered, her cheeks growing a bit more crimson in color at the thought of what she asked for. Her core was spinning, wanting to feel him, see what all of this was really about and why her brother craved it. ”Just so I know, ermh, what to expect?” she said in a silent and shy voice. Why was she even saying this? Was she as perverted as he was? Dinah scrunched her face and looked down at his face, feeling embarrassed again.

He swore that he could just listen to her moans and think that it would be all that he deserved. But he was also greedily selfish, making her moan wouldnt just be enough. If she was going to be his, he wanted it wholly, he wanted her to know that he only wanted her, that his body could only ever shake in this longing matter for her and no one else. Her words about seeing it, her flustered reaction made him chuckle softly as he then nodded. He moved his hands down to his pants and then remembered the girl from the alley. He leaned down and kissed her shortly, “Get comfortable, I’ll explain in a bit,” he said as he got up and went out in the bathroom to clean himself. When he returned, he had taken off his broken shirt but kept his pants on as he walked over to the bed, crawling over her again. “So, having sex is rather simple. I’d put my dick in you and make you see stars...” he said blantantly before he shook his head, “But we’re not just going to fuck. We’ll make love. It’s a whole different thing. A connection so to speak,” his tone sensual as he spoke, he felt himself getting pretty aroused at the image his head was already making in his mind. He grabbed her hand and guided it down to his pants, pushing it gently inbetween the fabric and his skin to let her feel him, moaning rather softly at the feeling of her hand around his shaft. “No making love is melting together into one being. Feeling each other’s core with intensity.. It’s not something I have felt before. But it’s something that I’d want with you, to melt together”. After that he grabbed her other hand guiding it to the edge of his pants. “Well you wanted to see. So open them?” he said in a soft tone as he smiled at her and started kissing her neck over the marks he had made. His kisses were greedy as the short time they had been apart made him yearn that much more for her. Now that she was laid out here before him, it seemed so easy to just get inside her - But none of that would happen without the signal, despite how badly he wanted her. And the need was starting to reach it’s limit.