Post by Adelle nó Valerian (D) on Nov 15, 2009 18:20:34 GMT -5
My cousin was a horrid little boy; though little was not really the best way to describe him, in fact he was quite large, tall, for a boy of twelve. I remembered him from when I was younger, he and my brother Anton used to play when I was still too young, before even when my sister was born. He had always been cruel to me, he was the youngest of his own brood and to this day I'm sure thats why he picked on me. Either way he and Anton seemed to get along, especially after he learned I had been accepted at Alyssum house.
”I always knew you were a weak girl.” He had said to me the day he found out. It had made me furious, so much so that I wanted to kick him in the shins. Well I hadn't of course, but that didn't stop me from playing the scene over in my mind. It never really occurred to me why I hadn't kicked him, until the day that he cornered me.
“Awww, poor little shrinking flower, what do you want little Alyssum? Need a blanky?” He laughed. I had only wanted to play with him and Anton, I wasn't even sure why I had asked, perhaps part of me enjoyed the thought of what he would say for I knew he would torment me.
“Come off it Louis, she's only nine.” My brother piped up but then turned his back and nudged our cousin to follow him away from where I was.
“Is she slow?” He asked with a wicked grin. “Is that why she doesn't understand that she's not welcome.” My cousin spoke as if I wasn't there, though he kept his eyes on me as he spoke. There was something cruel in them that made me curious at what he would do if I pushed him.
“No! You idiot... she's just... a girl.” My brother spoke again as he impatiently waited for Louis to follow him.
“And an adept too, you're lucky cousin, one day she'll be skilled. You may get some use out of her.” Louis was of Camaeline descent, but he might of well been Kushieline by the way he spoke.
“Eww! She's my sister!” Anton replied, though there was a strange look on his face as his eyes flashed to me, he seemed nervous about the thought and I didn't really understand why.
“Besides, she's not an adept yet, she's just a fosterling... Gods Louis, do you know anything?” He scoffed and shook his head as Louis continued to watch me.
I found myself staring back at my cousin, my eyes going to Anton only when he spoke as something withing Louis made me want to focus on him, something about the way he smiled wickedly, it made me shiver.
“Does she blush?” He asked, glancing to Anton. “I hear Alyssum's blush a lot.” He looked back and me and then came toward me. My breathing increased as I began to back up slowly as he advanced until I found myself backed up against the wall of my father's workshop.
“Yes.” My brother said at length, his voice taking on an edge of exasperation. “Come on Louis, leave her alone. I know a place were we can steal sweet tarts and they'll be none the wiser.” Anton's proposition fell on deaf ears as Louis reached out and tickled my side. I arched inward against his finger to try to stop the feeling of them through my light summer gown, but he only used it to tickle me on the other side. I felt my cheeks flush with heat as I cast my eyes down ward.
“Ha! Look at you, you're blushing, you love it.” He finally directed his comments to me as he continued to tickle, except this time his fingers began to pinch me. Each time he did my breathing hitched, the feeling of the stinging pain of his pinches making my hairs stand on end. I began to writhe a bit as he closed in, his fingers going to other parts of my body, my thighs, my hips, my small budding breasts, a few of his pinches landed on my buttocks. Each time I felt a shock of what seemed like pleasure run through my body, it was confusing and exciting at the same time. I felt my neck and ears heat as I glanced at my brother, who now seemed uninterested in making our cousin stop, but now swallowed as he watched a little wide eyed.
“You do love it don't you.” Louis chided with a laugh and I felt such humiliation that I had to turn my back, partially hoping it would stop but pleading for more in my mind. He didn't stop of course, he kept going, his pinches became centered around my buttocks and sides, and I felt my knees become weak as I clutched my arms to my chest, my head turned to look over my shoulder. I watched as Louis seemed to become more interested in focusing on his torture of me, and as I watched him I heard a little whimpering moan, only to realize that it was me. The moan was followed by a hiss as I looked toward where Anton was and saw his chest heaving, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his hands shifting at his breeches. He didn't look angry though, and he said nothing, letting our cousin have his fun. Louis began to pull my hair then, in between the pinches, which were now focused completely to my buttocks and upper thighs. My own legs shifted back and forth as I felt the area between my legs become moist, even more confusion setting in before I gasped at a well placed pinch, my hips bucking back toward him.
“Enough Louis, I'm bored!” Anton's voice rang out and our cousin stopped, though when I looked to both boys, they seemed not so much bored as preoccupied. My cousin stepped back, his own breathing heavy before he went to my brother, both of them pushing and pulling at their crotches that seemed to be swollen with large mounds. My own legs gave way and I crumpled to the ground, my hands pulling up my skirt as I watched them walk away, my fingers went to between my legs and touched at my nether lips dipping into him to find a hard nub that felt pleasurable to the touch. My pearl I thought as I retrieved my fingers from underneath my gown and brought them up to examine them. There against my first two digits was a thick, slimy substance that looked a little like spit but was clear and pungent.
That night I heard Anton speaking to my parents, telling them about what had happened, he left out of course the part about him watching, about the boys and the mounds in their breeches. The word I did hear from my mother's lips was... Valerian, half cursed as my parents looked between them. Valerian House, thats what they were talking about.
”I always knew you were a weak girl.” He had said to me the day he found out. It had made me furious, so much so that I wanted to kick him in the shins. Well I hadn't of course, but that didn't stop me from playing the scene over in my mind. It never really occurred to me why I hadn't kicked him, until the day that he cornered me.
“Awww, poor little shrinking flower, what do you want little Alyssum? Need a blanky?” He laughed. I had only wanted to play with him and Anton, I wasn't even sure why I had asked, perhaps part of me enjoyed the thought of what he would say for I knew he would torment me.
“Come off it Louis, she's only nine.” My brother piped up but then turned his back and nudged our cousin to follow him away from where I was.
“Is she slow?” He asked with a wicked grin. “Is that why she doesn't understand that she's not welcome.” My cousin spoke as if I wasn't there, though he kept his eyes on me as he spoke. There was something cruel in them that made me curious at what he would do if I pushed him.
“No! You idiot... she's just... a girl.” My brother spoke again as he impatiently waited for Louis to follow him.
“And an adept too, you're lucky cousin, one day she'll be skilled. You may get some use out of her.” Louis was of Camaeline descent, but he might of well been Kushieline by the way he spoke.
“Eww! She's my sister!” Anton replied, though there was a strange look on his face as his eyes flashed to me, he seemed nervous about the thought and I didn't really understand why.
“Besides, she's not an adept yet, she's just a fosterling... Gods Louis, do you know anything?” He scoffed and shook his head as Louis continued to watch me.
I found myself staring back at my cousin, my eyes going to Anton only when he spoke as something withing Louis made me want to focus on him, something about the way he smiled wickedly, it made me shiver.
“Does she blush?” He asked, glancing to Anton. “I hear Alyssum's blush a lot.” He looked back and me and then came toward me. My breathing increased as I began to back up slowly as he advanced until I found myself backed up against the wall of my father's workshop.
“Yes.” My brother said at length, his voice taking on an edge of exasperation. “Come on Louis, leave her alone. I know a place were we can steal sweet tarts and they'll be none the wiser.” Anton's proposition fell on deaf ears as Louis reached out and tickled my side. I arched inward against his finger to try to stop the feeling of them through my light summer gown, but he only used it to tickle me on the other side. I felt my cheeks flush with heat as I cast my eyes down ward.
“Ha! Look at you, you're blushing, you love it.” He finally directed his comments to me as he continued to tickle, except this time his fingers began to pinch me. Each time he did my breathing hitched, the feeling of the stinging pain of his pinches making my hairs stand on end. I began to writhe a bit as he closed in, his fingers going to other parts of my body, my thighs, my hips, my small budding breasts, a few of his pinches landed on my buttocks. Each time I felt a shock of what seemed like pleasure run through my body, it was confusing and exciting at the same time. I felt my neck and ears heat as I glanced at my brother, who now seemed uninterested in making our cousin stop, but now swallowed as he watched a little wide eyed.
“You do love it don't you.” Louis chided with a laugh and I felt such humiliation that I had to turn my back, partially hoping it would stop but pleading for more in my mind. He didn't stop of course, he kept going, his pinches became centered around my buttocks and sides, and I felt my knees become weak as I clutched my arms to my chest, my head turned to look over my shoulder. I watched as Louis seemed to become more interested in focusing on his torture of me, and as I watched him I heard a little whimpering moan, only to realize that it was me. The moan was followed by a hiss as I looked toward where Anton was and saw his chest heaving, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his hands shifting at his breeches. He didn't look angry though, and he said nothing, letting our cousin have his fun. Louis began to pull my hair then, in between the pinches, which were now focused completely to my buttocks and upper thighs. My own legs shifted back and forth as I felt the area between my legs become moist, even more confusion setting in before I gasped at a well placed pinch, my hips bucking back toward him.
“Enough Louis, I'm bored!” Anton's voice rang out and our cousin stopped, though when I looked to both boys, they seemed not so much bored as preoccupied. My cousin stepped back, his own breathing heavy before he went to my brother, both of them pushing and pulling at their crotches that seemed to be swollen with large mounds. My own legs gave way and I crumpled to the ground, my hands pulling up my skirt as I watched them walk away, my fingers went to between my legs and touched at my nether lips dipping into him to find a hard nub that felt pleasurable to the touch. My pearl I thought as I retrieved my fingers from underneath my gown and brought them up to examine them. There against my first two digits was a thick, slimy substance that looked a little like spit but was clear and pungent.
That night I heard Anton speaking to my parents, telling them about what had happened, he left out of course the part about him watching, about the boys and the mounds in their breeches. The word I did hear from my mother's lips was... Valerian, half cursed as my parents looked between them. Valerian House, thats what they were talking about.