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Soul Calibur: Alexandra

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur, and I do not make any money from this.

�Remember; grind the pills -- only one for each -- in their food. Mixing two pills in a tall pitcher of water will also do.�

�The satchel contains four� what do I do with the other two?�

�In case the pills don�t work the first time, which I highly doubt, perform the task again. They will not falter a second time� that much, I can assure you, lad. They will work wonders on the humours of both of your sisters and the dour shade of melancholy hanging in your home will be lifted� along with their spirits.�

�What about me? Can I take one?�

�It will be unnecessary in your case but� � the stranger took out another small satchel and handed Lucius a singular pill, a blue one unlike the red he was to give to his sisters. �When the time comes, take this. Your sisters will require your strength when they ask for you and this will help you rise to meet their challenge.�

That was yesterday. Now, Lucius was trying to gather his thoughts as to where both Sophitia and Cassandra had gone to so early in the morning. Lucius still had no idea what the stranger meant about �strength for his sisters� challenge� but he was determined to change things as they are now in their sullen abode even as he scrambled to find them. Did they leave again on some journey? It couldn�t be. Sophitia had no will to do so.

Lucius felt a pang of sadness as he tried to imagine the full extent of his eldest sister�s grief, four years ago. When Sophitia Alexandra returned home a second time from distant lands, she must have expected a reprieve from doing the gods� will in foreign lands, but what awaited her was woe. The memory was still clear in Lucius� mind as he recounted to his sister the madness and senseless slaughter that took place, days only before her homecoming. Athens was overrun by a band of scaled monstrosities, and in their wake killed scores of people, including their parents and Rothion. �Why?� That was the only word out of her lips before she broke down crying. Lucius knew what she meant even then. How cruel were the gods if they could not spare a fraction of their powers to save the families of their votaries and still expect the completion of their quest?!

Returning from who knows where, Cassandra arrived a day after Sophitia. The sight and lingering stench of death assailed her senses as she raced to their house, only to find both Sophitia and Lucius weeping. �Where are they?� Lucius did not have the strength to answer the furious Cassandra as his elder sister tried to shake the words out him. Sophitia answered for him. He couldn�t remember her exact words, but the image of the strong-willed Cassandra crying her heart out in the arms of Sophitia was forever engraved in his mind. That night, the three of them paid their respects to their deceased parents in the quiet lot where Lucius had buried them; Sophitia lingered a while longer but he imagined she also wanted to visit Rothion�s grave site without their presence.

A full year passed by after that, and Sophitia took it upon herself to enforce a sense of normalcy, assuming the role of mother of the household. Cassandra caught on rather quickly to what Sophitia was attempting to do for the sake of their family, and, almost immediately, forced laughter issued from her as she began to confound Lucius with pranks just like old times. He welcomed this forced happiness, but also wished that he could see genuine joy in his sisters without the weight of their worries hanging just beneath the surface. Sensing an evil force rising in power, the time did come when Sophitia left their home again on her own volition for a second� a third� and, hopefully, final fourth time. Naturally, Cassandra had followed her, and for some time Lucius was consumed with the sorrow of being alone. He made numerous supplications to the gods for both his sisters to safely return and when they did, he found himself praising the gods once more.

No matter how fortuitous the meeting with the stranger seemed, Lucius knew that, while he had the means, success depended on his actions. He had searched all the usual places, and, while he hoped it wouldn�t come to it, he was prepared to scour all of Athens, no, all of Greece, the Ottoman Empire, if need be, travel even further abroad to the East! Lucius even missed Cassandra irritating him with her boisterous teasing and Sophitia intervening in a motherly fashion. He sighed, dejectedly resting his back on a tree near the outskirts of the city. Then as if Mnemosyne herself had deigned to impart him with a fraction of the graces she bestowed, Lucius remembered with crystal clarity how some years ago Cassandra had badgered Sophitia to instruct her in the ways of the sword. Their parents cautioned Sophitia not to indulge her little sister; they feared that her increasingly wild and boyish behaviour would drive men away when the time came for her to be married off. Sophitia finally relented, telling Cassandra to pack lunch so that they can go to some place secluded for her instruction.

Lucius smiled; relief washed over him and a new sense of confidence filled him. He had a rough idea of his elder sisters� current whereabouts.

Lucius surreptitiously made his way through a thick cluster of trees. Earlier, he was filled with certainty that he would find his sisters maybe engaging in some martial exercise, but he thought it prudent not to just come crashing through the area less he chance upon some irritable strangers, or worse, with his unwelcome company. He thought he heard voices and the sound of falling water just beyond the clearing, narrowly avoiding some poison ivy. His tunic became snagged on some bramble and with some consternation he managed to free himself at the expense of a small rip in the clothes Sophitia had sewn for him. He could hear the shout of a woman even as the sound of water crashing from a small waterfall filled the immediate area. Cautiously, he laid low and peered through some bushes overlooking the clearing.

�Goddess,� Lucius absentmindedly said the word aloud. Almost on cue, his eyes had rested just in time on the pool as someone broke its surface -- a woman, in every sense of the word. A blonde beauty rose up, rivulets of water streaming down as she brushed her wet hair back with both hands. Lucius thought of Venus rising from the sea for the briefest of moments before devoting his full attention to the goddess in front of him. She wore a white camisa (chemise) while she bathed but the wet cloth hung closely to her curves like sheer material that, instead of denying the spectator the wonder of her naked form, served only to tease Lucius with the outlines and colour of skin lying under the thin material. She turned at an angle to her side, and the sunlight peering through the clouds seemed to focus on her; her skin was aglow as she arched her back, running her hands through her long, shimmering hair. Lucius was treated to a rather clear outline of her left breast in stunning detail through the damp cloth that he swore, even at this distance, that he saw a hint of pinkish nipple. He became aware of his growing arousal and wondered if The Fates would allow one such as him to at least run his hands on the exquisite curves of such a woman in his lifetime. His mind raced as he tried to imagine the perfection of his goddess from the waist down, obscured by the water from his sight. His eyes traveled up and down her body, foolishly thinking that doing so would reveal her in her full, unbound glory to him. The thought of pressing his body against the naked skin of his goddess, made his penis ache with a longing he could scarcely believe. His eyes rested on her serene face, lingering on the pleasing features of her smiling face; a hunger to feel her lips on his welled inside him. He was treated to a vision of paradise on Earth, and he sighed wondering how much longer would a fleeting moment persist?

And then it struck him hard like a thunderbolt from Zeus. A tinge of familiarity reconciled itself with the impossibly beautiful features of �his goddess�. His world came crashing down under the weight of realization: THIS GODDESS WAS NONE OTHER THAN HIS ELDEST SISTER, SOPHITIA! By the gods! Lucius almost choked at this revelation. His swelled manhood, the earlier carnal thoughts� Lucius was beside himself. His anguish and disgust at himself rose even as his eyes flitted back to watch his still-bathing sister. A sharp familiar cry tore him from his conflicted thoughts as the other person he forgot about swam towards Sophitia: Cassandra, his older sister. He cursed himself doubly when she stood to full height.

Where you can expect modesty from Sophitia with the practice of wearing a camisa while bathing in the open, one must expect the opposite from their sister. Cassandra was unfettered in all aspects of her personality, like an unsheathed sword with its edge on perpetual display, so it occurred to Lucius that he should have steeled himself in preparation when she came prancing toward Sophitia� NAKED. Every step Cassandra took as she waded through the water was accompanied by the bouncing of her exposed bosom. Lucious thought back to the times Cassandra would put him in a headlock, with his face brushing against her chest, but the sight before him now was radically different. Water made the skin of her breasts gleam, the slightest motion he swore made them jiggle. When did Cassandra get such a prodigious chest? He excused himself from the impropriety of the act, and proceeded to steal a glance in Sophitia�s direction.

�Ah, Sophitia is still bigger,� the words came out of Lucius� mouth in a matter-of-factly way so much so that it troubled him.

His sisters were conversing, and he found himself staring at the lively expression on Cassandra�s face as she spoke, her shoulder length hair wet and swept back. There. There was the fire of life in her aquamarine eyes. It was reassuring to see that liveliness back in some measure. �She does have beautiful eyes.� No sooner had he praised his sister did he find his eyes straying back down to her more-than-ample bust. His eyes shot wide open as they focused on Cassandra�s erect nipples. Her teats jutted out proudly like Mount Olympus and had a light brown shade to them which reminded him of his own hair. They must be the size of berries, he thought, unaware that drool began to pool at the side of his lips. He also noted Cassandra�s lean physique; there was no trace of extraneous fat in her slightly muscular form and even with the water he could see the outlines of her abs on her taut stomach. Clearly, her travels to foreign lands had not only improved her skills with the blade, but also done wonders to her now-fully developed and inviting body.

A smile formed on Cassandra�s face and Lucius could tell that she was about to unleash her brand of mischief. Cassandra appeared to speak a few more words before closing the gap between her and Sophitia with a playful hug. And surely enough, a fitful cry came from Sophitia as Cassandra quickly rent her camisa apart from the back and tugged at the remainder of the clothing. Sophitia had a stern expression on her face as she -- Lucius assumed -- chastised her sister even as she struggled to cover herself with the remnants of the now tattered, wet rags. The water on Sophitia�s cleavage captured sunlight, marking the promised valley formed by her delectable melons for Lucius� eyes. Cassandra was laughing, obviously pleased with her latest prank.

�Praise Zeus!� the words quickly leapt from Lucius� mouth when Sophitia angrily threw her ruined clothing towards Cassandra. He quickly held a hand over his mouth, realizing his thoughtlessness, but luckily his sisters did not seem to notice. He allowed himself to fully take in and enjoy quietly Sophitia�s unveiled body. And what a feast of for the eyes it was! Goddess. Yes, Sophitia could definitely pass for one with how the majestic contour of her body enticed him to feel them with his hands. It was as if the gods had imbued her with a perfectly sculpted form that defied the best works of known artisans and every curve, every inch of her body spoke silently of a martial ability that he knew eclipsed Cassandra�s skill with the sword. Her breasts alone defied gravity with their size and shape. The thought of getting reduced to mewling babe so that Sophitia can cradle him close to her bosom came unbidden to poor Lucius� mind. Perhaps, she would even breastfeed him allowing him to wrap his eager lips around her precious tits? He was ashamed at the vulgarity of his thoughts but confessed that what he was seeing pleased him greatly. He took little comfort in that he was right about Sophitia having a shade of pink on her nipples. As if only now becoming aware of it, he used the back of his hand to wipe the drool dripping from his lips.

Sophitia and Cassandra were now playfully splashing water at each other. While it was enlivening to see both of his sisters with happy faces, a part of Lucius was brimming with expectation for something else to happen. He was not disappointed. Sophitia chased Cassandra through the shallower portions of the pool where the water was only up to their knees. Naturally, his eyes focused on Cassandra first when she finally came to full view with everything bared for him.

It was as if Cassandra�s honeyed orbs, peaked with brown berries, were marching towards him! He could not pry his eyes away from their roundness, suppleness, and just the sheer thought of what his sister�s breasts would feel like if he were to heft and handle them. Oh, but her twin beauties were not the only ones vying for his undivided attention; his scrutinizing eyes quickly, but surely, fell over length of Cassandra�s legs. Gods! He wished he could run his hands over her smooth, toned legs, and even feel them wrap around him! His eyes finally rested on the trim patch covering her womanhood that matched the color of her hair. Granted, this day was a day of many firsts for Lucius, but he still couldn�t help but wonder how a girl�s �special area� looked like up close. Cassandra turned briefly, exposing her firm rump to him before dashing away from his line of sight. The subtle sway of her ass invigorated the baker in him, determined to knead and work his hands on even the toughest dough.

�Oh, Sophitia,� Lucius sighed when his sister skipped forward cheerfully to take Cassandra�s place. Just as the swell of her breasts formed the valley of her cleavage, he felt his heart beat faster trying to match the rise and fall of her chest as they jiggled ever closer to view. Perfection. He had no other words to describe the sensual beauty of her body. The small of her back as she twisted and turned to meet Cassandra, the flat but muscular slope of her belly to the neat triangular patch on her nether region, her long smooth legs that rivaled Cassandra�s� these all held a certain attraction as disparate elements, but as a whole, they were simply too much for Lucius.

He had ignored it, but now the tightness in his pants was painful. He was afraid to loosen his pants or take them off along with his underwear because if he was to see his member, it would only confirm the shameful truth: he had lusted over both his sisters. His eyes followed bouncing breasts and the shimmer of water on unblemished skin, and he could feel headiness -- clouds gathering over his thoughts. A droplet of water running down on Sophitia thigh lit a different kind of fire in his gut. Cassandra running her hands on her chest, her fingers tracing their curves, stoked the building warmth in his belly until it spread to his loins. Sophitia splashed water on her backside before letting both hands caressed each thigh as she continued to wash herself� he could feel his blood rushing to his loins, his member throbbing furiously at what he was seeing. What was happening to him? It felt like his body was going mad and no longer his own.

�Here, you have something on your back,� Sophitia said as she poured water from her hands on Cassandra�s back before rubbing both hands on her younger sister�s skin. Sophitia playfully slapped Cassandra�s butt, eliciting a yelp from her. Lucius�s body could no longer keep up with the visual stimulus he was witnessing. Something within him burst forth like a raging torrent breaking free from the confines of a dam. The warmness in his core issued forth and he soon felt the overflow of wetness on his lower extremity. His mouth flew wide open with a silent scream as his eyes threatened to roll back in his head. Minutes passed, and Lucius gathered his senses as he tried to normalize his breathing. What just happened? He wasn�t sure. He righted himself up just in time to see that both his sisters had emerged from the pool to dry themselves. He could tarry no longer. Lucius stood up and discreetly retraced his steps out of the thick pocket of trees. He ran hard and fast as his feet would take him -- back home.

�Lucius, what�s the matter, my brother?�

Coming from Sophitia, this was an innocent question. For a moment, Lucius was tempted to unload the troubles of his mind, including the strange sensation that overwhelmed him earlier, but quickly quashed the idea. They were all gathered round the table, quietly finishing supper and he would be a fool to raise the ire of his sisters after everything that has happened.

�Must be a girl,� Cassandra said nonchalantly.

Lucius eyes shot wide open to look at his sister for fear that this was her roundabout way of humiliating him for peeking at them by prefacing it with a short statement. His sister wasn�t even looking at him to study his face, and he felt relieved that her words were casually spoken, lacking the weight and rationale that his overactive imagination supplied. Still, she was right; a girl did occupy his thoughts, or rather, girls.

�Of course, Lucius is too timid for girls,� Cassandra grinned before taking a bite out of a bun. �Knowing him, he wouldn�t be able to look at a girl even if someone hurled him upon her while she was bathing!�

�Well, it wouldn�t be too bad if Lucius could get too know girls around his age,� Sophitia interjected, halting Cassandra�s frame of thought with her words before her younger sister could unleash another jab at poor Lucius. �Surely, when the time comes our Lucius will tell us if he does fancy someone. Right, Lucius?�

�Yeah, a real comfort. We can let some other poor lass worry about him for a change.� Cassandra stared at Lucius relishing the awkwardness in Lucius�s body language. She loved her dear little brother and having fun with words at his expense was one way she could express how much she cared for him. �Hard to believe the whelp is almost twenty.�

Lucius swallowed hard. This conversation was getting a little too close to home. He nervously eyed Sophitia as she excused herself to wash the plates. Cassandra had also risen and joined Sophitia by the sink. Thank the gods. The worse of it was over for now. When his sisters arrived home earlier and inquired about his disheveled state, he was lucky that he could tell a half-truth -- that he was tired from looking for them all day until he decided to give up and go home -- since he was terrible at creating elaborate lies. Luck had given him the courage, setting aside a full cup of water for himself, to finally mix exactly two crushed pills in the pitcher when he offered to set the table earlier. He waited nervously for some visible sign -- any sign out of the ordinary � that the pills were working but nothing happened. He sighed, disappointed that nothing of worth occurred even as everyone retired to their respective rooms for the evening.

�Lucius, a word, brother,� Sophitia motioned him to her room. She wore a long, white camisole, thicker than the one this morning, and it stretched all the way down past her knees.

So late in the evening, he hoped it wasn�t a lecture, or worse, words of encouragement meant to patronize him as if he was child that needed to constant reassurance. Sophitia sat down on the edge of her bed and he followed suit beside her. Whatever misgivings he had about the nature of this meeting disappeared, sitting so close to his beautiful sister. All the worries he had seem to fade, replaced by glimpses of what he had seen of her and the positive feelings they elicited from him; he wasn�t going to torture himself about how conflicted he was or how he lost control of his body back then. Just when he thought his worries were going to be swept away by the lovely voice of his sister -- he had developed a greater appreciation for everything about Sophitia after this afternoon�s incident -- she produced a small piece of ripped cloth on his lap. Lucius instantly recognized the material as part of his tunic that he left on some bramble. SHE KNEW HE WAS THERE! Shock, horror, and shame were evident on his face. If she only suspected before, she definitely knew with certainty by now based on his reaction.

�If there is something you wish to tell me, now is the time, brother,� Sophitia said as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. �I will hear you out. I won�t be mad.�

Believing that the truth would set him free, Lucius relayed the entirety of his morning and afternoon experience with uncanny coherence. He also spoke of his feelings, how ashamed he was, and the helplessness he felt in the aftermath of the alien sensation that engulfed him before he made his way home. Though he couldn�t look at her straight, he felt his sister�s sympathy when she put her hand on the side of head and kissed his temple. He sobbed quietly and she took him in a motherly embrace, slowly dispelling the negative emotions that were eating at him.

Sophitia would make a terrific mother, he thought to himself. Moments later, he rose up to take his leave and wish her good night. He noted his sister had grimaced with a rolling motion of her shoulders as she stood up.

�Is everything well, sister?�

�It�s just my shoulders� and back. It seems that even when I�m relaxing, I find ways to overexert my muscles,� Sophitia laughed softly.

�If there�s anything I can do�� Lucius offered.

�Well, then it�s your turn to excuse your sister for taking your time,� Sophitia lied down on her belly on the bed. �If you will oblige me, a massage, Lucius. I believe we still have some menthol balm left. You know where it is?�

What greeted Lucius when he returned with the balm practically made his heart jump out of his chest: Sophitia had slid off the straps of her dress under her arms, leaving the uppermost portion of her torso exposed! He found himself sneaking a look at the side of her left breast, squeezed under her weight. Nervously, he proceeded with his assigned task as he twisted from the side of the bed to minister a firm grip on his sister�s shoulders. Sophitia suggested that he get on top of the bed and sit astride her; it would make sense for him to be in a comfortable position to effectively massage her. Lucius gulped hard as he rubbed some menthol balm on his palms and took his position behind, no, ON TOP of Sophitia�s waist.

�Mmm,� Sophitia cooed feeling the knotted muscles on her shoulders loosen. The feeling of menthol on skin was always refreshing, and combined with Lucius skillful hands, it was impossible not to be pleased.

�Umm sister, should I continue lower? For both of their sakes, he hoped that he was finished with his task and both of them could get a good night�s sleep on their beds -- separately.

�Yes, please. Oh, right. Pull my dress down to my waist before you apply some balm to my lower back.� Sophitia had casually said the words, oblivious to the growing tension within her brother even as she allowed herself to relish his dexterous treatment.

What in the name of all Olympus am I doing!? Lucius knew exactly what he doing as he grabbed the straps of Sophitia�s nightwear from her flanks, his hands narrowly brushing against , what he assumed to be, the sides of her breasts. He held his breath; the act of peeling his sister�s clothes down, stirring the all-too-familiar sensation that preceded his loss of bodily control� and yet he was unwilling to stop as, slowly and surely, more and more of his sister�s backside was reacquainted with his hungry eyes.

�Mmm.. very good, brother. That feels good. Keep doing it.�

Lucius was sweating profusely now as he applied pressure with both hands on her lumbar area. Sophitia made no sign for him to stop and it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate as his fingers lingered a while longer that he wanted.

�Ooh, that tickles.� Sophitia felt an errant finger -- much to Lucius� dismay -- trace the length of her backbone. �Lucius, you can stop now��

Ah, reprieve had finally come for Lucius! He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got off his sister.

�� and start on my calves and the back of my thighs�.

�What!?� there was genuine surprise in his voice, realizing that this exquisite torture -- unassumingly heaped upon him by his sister -- was to continue.

�Here.� And just like that Sophitia had called his attention as she propped herself on her knees, raising her ass to the air. She wriggled and pulled the hem of her camisa, leaving the bunched clothing at waist level, barely covering her visible cotton underwear. She settled back down to her previous position.

This was it. He couldn�t turn away. He wasn�t going to. With almost mechanical precision Lucius had begun rubbing menthol on Sophitia�s legs. He let his hands caressed the entirety of her legs without trepidation, as she voiced her approval. Who knows when he�d get another chance like this with any beautiful maiden? he thought as his eyes surveyed the length of her glistening legs and continued unimpeded in bringing relief for his sister� and for himself. As to he expected, her skin was supple and her flesh was firm to his attentive touch.

To Sophitia this had been a satisfying evening. Her talk with Lucius, just like her trip with Cassandra, was all the reassurance she needed that she was taking the necessary steps to be involved with her family. And now that the weight of those worries was past, she was allowed to indulge herself with a satisfying full body massage. Everything was straightened out as far as she was concerned. She felt Lucius shift behind her, returning on top of her waist, and welcomed the feeling of his hands working on her back again. She smiled savoring his skill� until she felt him bear down on her ass with his weight.

�L-Lucius?� Sophitia asked, a growing concern apparent in her tone as Lucius shifted yet again and this time she felt something hard poking against her posterior. �Lucius, this isn�t funny anymore. You have to -- unngh!� Sophitia�s admonishment was cut prematurely as she gasped, feeling a long, hard object rubbing against the fabric of her panties in a sliding motion over her ass crack. It felt like the haft of some weapon or tool, but she didn�t remember Lucius bring any such thing to her room. Her sword and shield were stored between the bed�s head rest and the wall which could only mean� �Uuuuunnnn� a sound escape from Sophitia�s lips as Lucius� pelvis sped up with a sawing motion. She knew exactly what IT was now. She tried to search for the words� to speak, but her mind was still reeling in shock from what was happening.

�You�re so beautiful, my Goddess,� Lucius whispered, leaving a confused Sophitia aghast. It only came by instinct to Lucius, but now that he started, he couldn�t stop the thrusting motion he had discovered. He had taken off his underwear while Sophitia wasn�t looking and now he was grateful to be able to experience the gratifying sensation of his hardened member rubbing against his sister�s perfect rump even with the thin fabric separating their flesh. Instinct had also guided him to run his hands along his sister�s flanks, eliciting a mixture of sharps gasps and throaty moans from her. �Oh, Goddess.�

Sophitia�s disbelief rose to new heights as she caught herself intoning her appreciation of Lucius touch -- the type of touch one should expect from a lover -- with a mixture of unintelligible sounds issuing from her own mouth. Words may be lost to her for the moment, but she wasn�t going to let this escalate further into something she only dreamed of doing with Rothion. I�m his sister! I have to stop him� and myself! She put her hands flat on the bed�s surface, intent on pushing herself up and, if need be, throwing Lucius off her back so that she can gather her wits. As soon as her chest got cleared, inches from her bed, she felt Lucius� hands slide from her flanks and snake their way to her chest.

Praise Zeus! Lucius thought as he grabbed firmly his sister�s awe-inspiring mammaries. His sister moaned as he cupped them, but he still couldn�t believe that they were too big to fit his hands. He squeezed each breast tenderly and traced their shape with his hands slowly. He heard his sister�s breathing change and quickly deduced that her body was responding to certain motions. At once, he put his newfound knowledge to work, teasing her tits with gentle strokes of his fingers, and heard a new batch of erotic mewlings from his sister in response.

�Aaah L-L-Lucius. Lucius.� Sophitia had managed to prop herself on her elbows, her body a willing captive to Lucius� masterful touch. She couldn�t believe little Lucius could make her feel so alive with a burning passion even as his name escaped from her lips like a mantra. She groaned, dropping her head on the pillow, as Lucius circled her aureoles with his fingers, pinching and tugging at her swollen nipples every now and then. A fear crept into her -- not a fear of what she was doing with her little brother, but that of being discovered with the door to her room wide open even as the volume of carnal sounds issuing from her increased. She bit the cover of her pillow to suppress the noise she was making, but she still had to something about Lucius� ragged breathing and sharp loud grunts as he continued to caress her bosom and thrust against her buttocks. �Lucius� not so loud�.� Sophitia was amazed that she finally managed to speak a full sentence and was grateful that her brother must have heard her; the sound of his grunting was lower than before.

Several minutes passed. The fire in Lucius loins still burned with a heavy passion; his exertion evident by the sheen of perspiration on his body. He was astounded to see his sister prop herself up on elbows and knees as she bucked back to meet his thrusting, beads of sweat making her skin glisten as muffled moans accompanied her sensual movement. He shifted position; this time letting the top length of his cock slide against the area covering her womanhood. Lucius smiled as his sister tried to stifle her loudest moan yet, the front of her underwear already soaking wet with sticky fluids before they even settled on their current position. With regret, his hands left her wonderful breasts, firmly gripping her waist to keep his pelvis in line with hers as his manhood continuously slid against her drenched panties. It was going to happen soon again. This time though he was surprised that he had retained a surprising degree of mental clarity and his actions were measured and done by his will. His sister must be close too; her bucking had become frantic, eagerly working herself to the now-inevitable finish.

Sophitia was beside herself. It felt good and yet a small part of her still held what they were doing as wrong. Her left arm reached back, leaving her with only her right arm and knees to support herself as she and Lucius continued to rut in earnest. She finally found her left hand gripping Lucius�s left wrist; she held on to him for her dear life even as he held on to her hips. She knew what was coming� and the woman in her actually welcomed it. She was no stranger to the liberating invitation of an orgasm for she had brought her body to heel numerous times in private, but she feared that she would lose any sense of control and go mad this time with the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf both her and her brother. Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room as her nether lips felt the brunt of Lucius� mighty ship, only held at bay by the sodden barrier that covered her maiden flower.

Lucius was already at the brink. He sped up his thrusts and drew back farther to deliver more powerful ones; Sophitia�s wetness aided him in this endeavor much to their delight. He felt his sister�s hand tighten over his own, and that was all he needed to spur him on over the edge. Then he came. A furious passion, finally unbound, had erupted with a smoldering and thunderous might that dwarfed Hephaestus� mighty forge.

Sophitia let out a lusty cry when she felt a river of virile seed washed over her flimsy underwear. Her knees and lone hand buckled, almost giving out from under her as her body finally succumbed to his invitation. A fount from within her let loose and she gushed in response to Lucius; both were completely submerged and swimming in the most sublime of pleasures. Sophitia�s stiffened body held out as she and Lucius emptied their stores of liquid warmth, joined as lovers in the final throes of their fiery passion now reduced to dying embers.

Lucius pitched forward just as his sister�s body finally gave out. He laid on top of her, unable to move his spent form, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. That was it. He had finally made love to beautiful woman � a woman that happened to be his sister. He brushed aside the creeping guilt, intent on savoring the lingering sensations with his body pressed this close to his goddess. With a soft kiss to her nape, he said with all the sincerity he could muster, �I love you, My Goddess.� If she would have him, he would devote the entirety of his being to her.

Sophitia didn�t know what to do. The comfort� the solace the act had provided was disappearing, and a measure of her rationale had returned, accompanied by a sense of panic. True enough, what she just heard, the tenderness she had felt�those were things she wanted, but still� wasn�t it wrong for her to feel like this? Lucius was her brother even with the knowledge she was sworn by her father and mother to keep secret. She had failed as a sister and woman for her to be turned so wanton. She knew him to be at fault, but at the same time she didn�t consider herself blameless for what had just occurred. For goodness sakes, she allowed him to mount her even after hearing about Lucius� first orgasm! Still, she dared not stir, his weight upon her was not the burden she imagined it would be, and her left hand still rested atop his. Let me dwell in this for a few more moments before I make things right. She closed her eyes in thought and opened them when she turned her face to the side. What she saw filled her with horror and shame that left her mouth agape and sent her tears streaming down her eyes�

Next time: Cassandra�s nightly routine and some Sisterly Love

Author�s ramblings:

So this is the first lemon I�ve ever uploaded (but not the first one I�ve done). I�m still trying to get a hang of this so any suggestions and/or criticisms (please be a little gentle) are welcomed. I find myself asking how do experts (basically anyone who�s ever done a story that isn�t me) manage to write their stories cohesively with the right amount of sensuality? Whenever I get an idea that I find appealing, I sort of have the problem concentrating on the task� and end up doing something so distracting that I can�t really go back immediately to organizing my thoughts and typing it out. I swear the guys who make hentai manga and anime must be superhuman in that regard.

LOL Started this story sometime in December of 2008, and finished 10/12 of the actual written stuff by February 15 2009 (yeah, I�m slow as hell). I�ve already mentioned that I easily get distracted but part of the reason it took so long was because I also ended up writing fragments of other lemons which I originally intended as a batch upload. Kinda shot my foot off by being overambitious, some misplacement and accidental deletions but look forward to: a Soul Edge/Soul Calibur story with Sophitia, Taki, and Siegfried (my favorite characters); alternate setting for Soul Calibur entitled Soul Calibur Swim Team; a Dead or Alive story with Bass Armstrong marrying Ayame, Kasumi & Ayane�s mother (if I can find where I burned the damned thing), and an Ikkitousen Love Selection story featuring the girls of Seito (thank you Gunma Kisaragi!).

For all intents and purposes, the next chapter of �Alexandra� already has an outline and I�ve decided on some of the things I�m putting in it but if you guys have any particular scenes that you want to see, drop a comment if you will.

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