It wasn't because she didn't want to break the rules that seemed to overwhelm her every thought of him. It was just that she was so godforsakenly terrified of what would posess her soul and body the second she thought of setting foot before him.
She was here now though and it was nothing like the dreams she phased through every night.
The overbearing image of their mother was nowhere in sight and if she really felt like showing him what she was capable of, she might as well have told him to meet her in their mother's bedroom. But she wasn't as derailed as she originally thought herself to be, and so her room would do. She remembered spending countless nights on the solace of her comforter, fragments of her day slowly dispersing with that lavender scent burning on the edge of her night stand. The books were already piling up on the small surface, and she knew that sooner or later her mother would gather the audacity to come into her quarters and turn her world around. Not that she minded it all that much, but it really did bother her when she moved the incense from her night stand. She always lit one when she was ready to leave the tiers of conform. It was only through the saccharine scent that she was able to drown in the thought of her older brother.
He sat against the headboard of her metal frame with his attention rooted in the words of the book his hand carelessly held. It wasn't just any book though; it was one of the seven notebooks that she wrote in and it just so happened that the one he was currently reading from was full of those lascivious dreams she often had about him. It's true, she gave herself up every night in this dreamworld full of him, him, him ... It was an uncanny infatuation that bordered the outskirts of obsession, she knew this. If her secret were to ever be disclosed, she would certainly b shipped off to rot or justifiably killed. No one would hear the end of it, and cerainly not her brother. But why did it happen then? Why did she have these ludricous thoughts and dreams about her own sibling? She could never answer her own questions, so she opted to leave them in the nether regions of her mind. He felt her steady gaze on him as he turned the page, but he didn't care to look up, " Is this from last night? " If he was referring to the dream she had feverishly scribbled down last night at the dead of dawn, then he was right about that. She parted her lush lips for a second or two, but nothing came out. It was as if she had been caught in the act or something, and she couldn't even muster one of her clever remarks. Instead, she swallowed the travesties of her condition and let her nerves settle down.
" Dangerous dreaming, Bryan. What can I say? " Grinning as she took the first step toward him, she wondered why he was even there. It's true that this delusional attraction was a mutual feat between the two of them, but she always thought of her brother was the more rational one. He was certainly letting loose tonight and she was more than thrilled to meet ends no matter what. He closed the notebook on his lap as she sat down next to him, the scent of her flooded his range of reason making him turn to her almost as soon she turned toward him. " This is what you really want to do? " He was finally looking straight at her, but beneath his collected complexion, he was searing with desire for the tender outline of his sister's bottom lip. She smiled then, fully aware of what was quickly washing over him. The extents that she had gone to get this from him had worn her mind to a delicate line of reason; you couldn't blame her if she wanted to tease him even just a few fleeting seconds. " Isn't this what you want too? " Leaning forward, she came close enough to feel the steady rhythmn of his breath on her lips. The urge was practically pulsing through her, could he feel it? No, he was too distracted by the sheen of her rounded eyes to notice how much closer she had gotten.
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