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All in the Family	By : KureneiKit Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft or the races within or make money off this story. This is purely for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-All in the Family
- 2-Self Discovery
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(( I haven't written in a while, but this story I promise will go some wild places. Starts off fairly tame but will have a lot of weird sexy kinky stuff in it.
I am going off the assumption that elves ages physically like humans but take longer to develop mentally. IE: A 20 year old elf looks twenty but has the mental maturity of say a 15 year old, a 300 year old elf looks in their mid twenties and has the maturity of an adult.

Elves have a different type of mental maturity as they tend to have a greater connection/awareness than a human or orc. A 20 year old elf may have a lot of knowledge but they do not understand the more advanced connections between people - much like difference between a child’s grasp on adult relationships versus a teenagers.

If you don’t share or wish to accept my view point on elves and their maturation rates, you don’t have to read this and understand if you don’t ^_^ If you do read I hope you enjoy! <3))

   Anastria looked up and down the hallway her slender form pressed against the doorway to her room. The manor was mostly quiet, only the faint sounds of a harp being played echoing through the many corridors and large rooms of the estate. Moonlight shone through the gauzy curtains that clothed the large mirror like windows that were all throughout the house. Seeing no one, she quietly yet quickly dashed down to a pillar that divided the hall and hid in its shadow.

   Normally Anastria didn’t sneak about her home. She was a princess in her mind of the large kingdom that was the estate of the Lor’thadel’s and paraded about as such often, but not tonight. Scowling a little to herself she snuck further down the hall and then paused next to a bookcase her sensitive ears picking up movement downstairs. The light footsteps of her mother proceeded her entrance to the stairwell and foyer, a pause and then the sound of a door opening and shutting as she went elsewhere in the house.

   The young elf released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and continued on her journey. For years, Anastria had shared a bed with her big brother off and on, but her mother recently had begun to act oddly once Falthen had hit 35.

   “Ana, little one, you can’t keep sneaking into Fal’s room when you have a nightmare. He is getting older now and you are as well. You need to be more independent.”

   That lecture had grown old fast having been given it multiple times now. At first she had honestly tried to follow her mothers instructions, but she was used to his body heat and the soft breathing that had long accompanied her into sleep. Falling asleep without him took longer, and she tended to wake in the middle of the night to night terrors that left her trembling.

   So she had snuck back to snuggle with him. He hadn’t really said much aside from expressing how mother would be displeased. Of course she had eventually got caught. Punished. Lectured and her room was eventually moved across the manor away from Fal’s and their younger brother, Lorathien.

   That had worked for a month, until tonight. Tonight she had lain achingly alone and restless, unable to sleep. For hours she had plotted how to sneak about the house to get to Fal’s room and was pleased with her plan. She was only a little younger that Fal, 28. He had started to flirt and hang out more with other female and male elves his age talking about dances and parties. The parties sounded fun, but dances seemed a bit pointless to her. Still, her ears felt hot whenever she heard him talking about other Quel’dorei and how beautiful they were. Some of the talk he had with other elves was confusing to her and made her question her feelings.

   Part of her wondered if she was pretty to men, and she had spent quite a bit of time recently staring at herself in the mirror. Her once small breasts had blossomed over the years, and her thin tomboyish figure now had curves she was unfamiliar with. At times she burned with a desire for something she was uncertain of...and it was very confusing. So she ignored it and enjoyed the company of her siblings and friends and snuck shy glances at other older elves from time to time when they came to visit her parents.

   All these thoughts, these circumstances meant little to her though as she neared the hallway of her brothers. Soon, very soon she would curl up with her big brother and get a good nights sleep and hopefully wake before any servants noted her presence in his room. Peering around the corner she paused to listen and then proceeded to the end of the hall.

   Falthen was the oldest of the three, as such he was being primed to inherit the the families assets and take over centuries down the road and thus had the privilege of a large suite with all he could ever really ask for. Going to the front of the double doors she slowly turned the knob and slipped in as fast as she could.

   Fal’s room was dark minus soft moonlight sneaking in about the edges of his curtains, but she knew the room by the back of her hand. Something however made her pause. There was a lack of his constant deep breathing in the air, instead he seemed out of breath. Her first instinct was to rush to him to check his well being, but the soft moan that graced the air made her freeze. It wasn’t a moan of pain, but of pleasure her keen ears could tell that. Swallowing she felt her pulse quicken and she just stood quietly realizing he was still unaware of her presence.

   More moans and quiet gasps filled the air, accompanied by a murmur in Thalassian, and she felt her blood begin to stir in a way that was new to her. Her stomach felt warm and her clothes brushing against her skin seemed to set it on fire. This desire pushed her to move closer to him. Slowly she edged toward his bed, trying to angle the little moonlight in the room so she could see what he was doing. It took all of her control not to rush to him and she bit her lip when she was close enough to see him.

   Fal was laying there, his long hair strewn about his pillow as his body tensed and twisted on the sheets. His hand stroked his long thick member slowly. Eyes closed another moan louder came from him as his fingers ran along his shaft and his thumb brushed along the drop of precum resting on the head. The elf’s other hand stroked his body idly as he lived through whatever fantasy was in his mind and he murmured into the night, “I want you to take me...pleasure me...and-”

   His words cut off as his ears pricked and his eyes flew open at the noise to the side of his bed. A mix of horror and embarrassment washed over his face as he saw his sister to the side of the bed her cheeks flushed red as his eyes trailed down to her hand. She had been unable to help herself, her hand and fingers had a mind of their own as they had moved to rub at the tender nethers under her robe. The silk fabric her nightgown was damp with her desire and her own gasp of pleasure had betrayed her.



   “Ana...I...” Trained to be graceful and never at a loss for words, his schooling failed him for a moment as he noted her wetness and his eyes slowly looked her over. Had she always looked this way? His little sister? Last he remembered was her thin frame that would press against him while he slept seeking comfort from the terrors of the night, but this elf...this elf stirred a dark hungry desire in him as he drank in the full curve of her breasts.

   “You need to leave.” He finally stated, licking his dry lips. “Please, Ana.”

   He added this seeing a similar hunger in her eyes, an amoral hunger that would lead to their ruin. She stood there staring at him with her large glowing blue eyeswith strands of blonde hair framing her face. She let her hand remain resting lightly at her crotch. “Fal...” She breathed begging and asking so much with just his name. He shook his head and reached for his covers and tried to cover his shame but she reached out and stopped him half climbing in the bed. He could smell her sweet flowery scent, and his eyes betrayed him as they glanced down at the ample cleavage that her nightgown barely covered.

   Ana didn’t know what to do. His bare body was a feast to her eyes, his tanned skin and dark auburn hair glistening in the moonlight. Fal had toned muscled from training and his own blue eyes were gentle and kind, though tonight she could see a yearning in them as they strayed to look her body over. She took that moment of weakness. Anastria never knew why, even after 500 years, she did what she did that night. Perhaps it was jealousy of other female elves, or that she felt like he was drifting away from her, or the simple fact that she wasn’t supposed to be here and wanted to be rebellious. Whatever the reason she moved lightning fast and soon was straddling his stomach her face close to his.

   “Ana!?” Fal cried out but didn’t move to shove her away. Her moist underwear rested on his lower abdomen and his member was brushing lightly against her firm bottom. In front of him her breasts hung pressed together by her arms as her hands rested on either side of his head. “Fal.” She whispered nuzzling his cheek as she felt desire begin to consume her. Just the light touch of his skin against hers sent shivers of excitement along her skin.

   Uncertain and nervous her lips pressed against his cheek and slowly shifted down to his jawline. Encouraged by the quickness of his breathing she licked at his ear and was rewarded with a light gasp. She began to nibble lightly along his lobe when a moan un-beckoned escaped her lips as his hands tenderly cupped her breasts.

   Squeezing and fondling his fingers teased and flicked at her perked nipples even as he arched his neck in pleasure as she suckled at it. Sliding her hips lower to meet his, both moaned as they began to rub against each other. “A-Ana...” Fal stammered pushing at her, “This needs to stop...”

   Fear and reason gripped him for a moment as he felt his member grow stiff and ready, the urges that fought to control his mind were barely held in check as he reminded himself that this was his sister. Images were racing through his mind of all the things he wanted to do to her, of how he wanted to fuck her.

   “This needs to stop.” He repeated more firmly as he pushed her off of him and slid to one side of the bed. His sister bit her lip in contemplation as she stared at him, as if thinking on his words. Ana got off the bed and he gave a sigh of relief. “Please, go to bed...we should forget this happened...” The odd silence that followed from her fed his doubts that she was agreeing with him.

   The Quel’dorei gave him a smile brushing her light hair out of her face and then she began to undo her nightgown.

   “Ana!” A strangled cry came from him as she revealed her body fully to him re-igniting his hunger. Pulling off her panties she tossed them to one corner of the room. “Do you not want to pleasure me?” She tossed his own words back at him as she crawled back onto the bed and he backed away.



   She spread her legs ensuring he could see and she swirled a finger around her moist lips and then plunged it inside her with a gasp. Fingering herself eyes half closed, she gave little mewls of pleasure as he watched her.

   Finally he broke. He snatched her up and moved her to his pillows in one swift motion his reasoning no longer holding him back. Blue eyes burning with lust he positioned himself over her and began to kiss and lick her neck as his fingers trailed down his spine.

   “Are you sure...” The words were half growled as his head teased at her entryway. Nodding her breath already short gasps she pulled at him and he took his cue. He was slow going in, knowing his sister was far too young to have had this experience. Granted, he had never had this experience either. At social occasions he had snuck away with a female, and on rarer occasions a male and had explored their bodies together. Sucking, stroking, kissing and bare skin was all he had really ever done. A lot of times he was afraid, while others his partner wasn’t ready.

   But now, he had been caught in the throes of a fantasy while touching himself by a woman who he had shared a bed with often growing up. Now she was mature in ways he hadn’t noticed and she was willing... begging for this.

   Cautiously he slid in and he shuddered a little as the tight grip of her nethers enclosed the fullness of his member. She gave a soft cry of pain and he stroked her hair pausing his movements until she was ready. At her nod he began with slow thrusts, his thick manhood sliding in and out building his arousal. His sister moaned into his ear wanting more and her hips pressed against his urgently wanting a faster tempo, so he gave it to her.

   Quickening his thrusts he fought to keep control, and it was hard. His body wanted to just slam into her, release all of his seed that he could but he kept his movements in check. Each thrust had a little more speed and went deep into her tight moist depths. Moaning and panting she gasped at him, “Fel, I hngg....I feel like I’m going to explode...”

   Dipping his head to lick at her breasts, a hand stroking the other nipple his movements picked up speed as he felt her muscles tighten even further about his member. “B-brother...” Gasping her grip on him tightened and he felt her clench about him her insides growing slick.

   There was no more control. Even as he panicked and fought to keep himself in check he felt his member pulse inside his sister before he sprayed his seed inside her. Their loud moans and cries reverberated about the room and they held each other close as the lingering pulses of passion left their bodies.

   Trembling they cuddling holding each other kissing and nuzzling as they caught their breath. She soon fell asleep in his arms, a smile on her face as he stayed awake worrying about the possible consequences of this night. As the sky began to turn light shades of pink he woke her up and had her quickly get dressed before servants began to move about the house. Beaming a smile at him she kissed his nose, “Fal, I regret nothing,” and then she vanished from the room leaving him to get ready to face the day.
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