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Christmas parties had been the bane of her existence since Viserys left the company to her half-brother. People got too drunk, tinsel everywhere, and you could barely walk into any room without finding your coworkers in a compromising position.

Last year, somebody even puked into the lobby fountain.

Oh, Viserys would hate the state of the office. But he was off in Maui, enjoying retirement with his younger trophy wife.

The noise, the lights, it was too much. She needed a break. Her gaze fell on the printer room.

This would do.

“Well, if it isn’t the CEO that never was!” Aegon’s bashful voice echoed from the other side of the room.

“Well, if it isn’t my incel brother whose mommy made sure our dad signed the succession papers while drunk.”

“No need to be jealous. You know what they say: a drunk mind…”.

“...requires rehab?”

“....speaks a sober heart. But close enough.”

Upon opening her eyes, he was much closer than she had guessed.

“You look dashing tonight. A bit provocative for a Christmas party perhaps…” he whispered, gaze dropping to her chest, the outline of her black lingerie clearly visible.

Shit, she had forgotten how sheer that dress was.

“You know, there is always room for you in the executive room…all you have to do is ask…”

His thumb grazed over her rosy lips, skin tingling with excitement. His other hand wandered up her thigh, skimming the lace of her panties.

A lustful gasp escaped her mouth. She had not been touched like that in months.

“...who knows, I might just say yes…”

His hardness pressed against her hip, begging to be released.

It was so wrong. Her younger brother...Shoving her against the office appliances. Lifting her ass onto the glass screen of the printer.

“There are exactly 100 sheets of paper in here. It’s the newest model, the fastest on the market. Cum for me before the tray is empty, and the promotion is yours.”

Rhaenyra felt the machine start rumbling, a pale light illuminating the room.

Aegon had already shoved her panties to the side, his cock exploring the slickness between her folds.

She shrieked in surprise as she felt him push inside of her, the first photocopy of her cheeks falling to the floor.

An orchestra of beeps and shuffles drowned out the muffled melody of Jingle Bell Rock in the next room.

Aegon had no mercy for her cunt, plunging into it insatiably.

“Hurry, sister. Only 20 more pages…,” he teased, grinding his pelvis against hers.

Rhaenyra’s vision turned fuzzy, overstimulated by the sensation radiating from her core and Aegon’s shameless grunts.

“Cum for me, sister. Show your little brother how desperate you are for this position.”

There was no time to consider ethics or the HR nightmare they were committing.

She needed release, desperately.

Page after page fell to the floor, bearing witness to their lust.

Desperately she dug her nails into his back, forcing him deeper.

The printer beneath her made a shrill beeping noise, announcing the lack of paper, as she began trembling in pleasure.

Aegon collapsed on top of her, sucking at her neck as he reached his peak.

“Unfortunately, you were too slow, sister” he exhaled.

“But don’t worry, you can try again next year…until then,” he looked over his shoulder, his index finger pointing at a blinking red light over the door frame with a grin on his face, “-I can just relive this moment whenever I wish.”

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Rhaenyra picked at the stitching of her crimson gown, the black floral embroidery making her skin itch. Agitated from a day of stress at the office, trying to have all five of her boys ready for the big dinner party and pick out a simple yet meaningful gift for the hosts had drained the last of her nerves. Thank goodness her two stepdaughters were independent and self-sufficient, otherwise she may have already checked herself into a mental institution.

Nervously she tapped at her phone, the screen lighting up. Nine faces were smiling back at her, each more joyful than the other. All wore the same silly straw hats a street vendor had sold them for such a large sum, it was almost comical he had not expected her to hand over the title to their home as well.

Such a pretty picture, a scene of pure family bliss, yet it was only a moment later when Daemon started lecturing her about how as a businesswoman, she should have known better than to pay that price, or even bartered a bit.

“We are on vacation, for fuck’s sake. You want me to pull out my corporate negotiation skills for a couple of straw hats?”

“No, of course not…all I’m saying is that Aegon would not have gotten scammed. Maybe Viserys was right in announcing him as his successor…”

Despite all the countless photos littering her camera roll that would let others believe they had the most peaceful and magnificent vacation; the reality had been quite disappointing. After Aegon assumed office and Daemon was laid off, his fuse had grown relatively short, making him detonate at just about anything that he found even the least bit disagreeable.

She had thought some time away would help him readjust to his new life outside of work, maybe even be able to reconnect with their children and see that he was still loved (and most importantly flood other people’s social media feeds with happy photos so they would not see the ample news coverage on him getting kicked out of his own family’s business).

Instead, he was snapping at the poor waiters who got paid minimum wage to listen to him complain about a water stain on his glass and had taken away Rhaena’s phone for posting a photo of him sleeping on the couch with the caption “unemployment era” to her private Instagram. Of course, that was only after Rhaenyra’s half-brothers had already taken screenshots of the masterpiece and sent them a life-size poster of it as their Christmas gift.

They were in their mid-20s already, yet still did not act a day over five.

Little shits.

Rhaneyra let out a long sigh, hoping it would rid her of the terrible tension inside of her, but to no avail. He had not called back, nor answered any of her seven text messages spaced out over multiple hours. She felt the kinks in her neck making their presence known, a tell-tale sign of a migraine attack coming on. She could not afford to think of that right now, though. They only had 20 minutes before they had to leave, and still there was no sign of her husband. Viserys would be livid if they showed up without him, especially since the reason for his absence would be obvious—he hated meeting his young nephew who was responsible for his termination.

Downstairs she could hear Luke and Joff bicker over who was allowed to ride shotgun with Jacaerys and who would get stuck in Rhaenyra’s minivan. Rhaena did her best to get them to calm down and stop fighting before they messed up their freshly steamed suits. It felt so odd how old her kids had grown; it seemed only yesterday that they were mere toddlers, babbling sweetly and craving her attention. They never spent much time at home anymore, either in school or out with friends.

Sometimes she even wondered whether the teenagers roaming her house were still the same kids she’d needed to tuck into bed each night, telling them bedside stories and chasing away the monsters in their closets. Those memories seemed so far away.

Most of the time it was just her and the youngest two. (And Daemon. At least, sometimes. When he was not out with his buddies getting drunk and leaving angry voice messages on Viserys’ phone long after midnight.)

With great care for detail, she put her hair up, the white curls awkwardly sticking to her skin, still damp from the steam in the bathroom. “You’ve got this,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror, stuffing her crimson lipstick into her purse. All she needed was Alicent’s gift, then they could leave

Her eyes fell on a small tin box in the drawer of her bedside table. Her go-to place for storing gifts as it was the only drawer in the house with a lock. The metal was glimmering brightly under the soft beige light of her bedside lamp. She had completely forgotten about those. They were small lemon cake-flavored edibles that Aegon had gotten her for her birthday, embarrassing her in front of the entire staff team when she had unwrapped them in the lunchroom.

She had to awkwardly laugh it off, but despite the superficial smiles all around the room, she knew their opinion of her had been permanently soured.

“Thanks again, little brother. Now the entire office thinks I’m a druggie,” she had hissed when passing him to get to the cake table.

“Relax, the people here are more open-minded than you’d think. Besides—” he took a short pause, his eyes wandering over her blouse, seemingly magnetically pulled to that one button that always popped open in the worst of situations, “I’d be more worried about your reputation given your clothing choices. You know, if your outfit makes me hard, that’s a tell-tale sign it’s inappropriate for the office. Might have to report you to HR.”

He had smirked at her mischievously, only waiting for a comeback, but she was too flustered to attempt arguing with him.

“Well, good thing not all people in the office are as horny and unprofessional as you, Aegon. Who else gifts their employees drugs for their birthday?”

“Sister. I gifted my sister drugs for her birthday. An important distinction.” His eyes had glimmered challengingly. “A gift I bought for you because the people in the dispensary recommended them for those brutal migraines you have been getting. You should really get that checked out, Nyra. Not cute to have you puking in the bathroom before your lunch break every morning.”

His eyes stayed fixed on her, eyebrows softly furrowing before he whispered, “You know, I would have said you’re pregnant again, but even with how hot you are, I doubt that ancient husband of yours can still get it up.”

With a brief pat on the shoulder, he had passed her, walking away from the conversation as if it was regular everyday chit-chat.

Her fingers traced the sleek edges of the box, and she carefully considered her options. She had not smoked weed since her early college days, and even back then, she tended to get paranoid and anxious, ruining the mood for everybody else by freaking out about overdue accounting assignments and telling them the RA had a sixth sense for sniffing out stoners.

But that was fifteen years ago. She was older now. Her body was more mature. Trying one would not hurt her…

She popped the gummy in her mouth and hid the tin in the side compartment of her purse. A little voice in the back of her head told her she may need them later. Hurriedly, she rushed down the stairs, grabbing her kids and loading them in the car. Jace was punished for cursing at his brother by being assigned minivan duty, including his two youngest brothers. He was a good kid, responsible and kind-hearted, but unfortunately, a little hothead when it came to Luke.

When she parked her car in the grand driveway, she could already hear the party music blaring, indubitably the doing of one of her half-brothers. There was no way Viserys would have approved of this if it wasn’t for his steadily-declining hearing.

“Remember what I told you to tell them when somebody asks where daddy is?” She leaned over her right shoulder, addressing Luke and Joffrey.

“...spending your hard-earned money on World War II memorabilia?”

“...sleeping on the sofa?”

Rhaena gave her a pitying look from the passenger seat. She did not need to be reminded, after all, she had helped her come up with the fool-proof family celebrations guide.

“Guys, we tell them he has a Zoom meeting with a client overseas. Especially if Alicent asks.”

Alicent. After all those years, Rhaena and Baela still refused to address her by anything but her first name, even if she constantly tried to get them to call her Nana or Grammie. (She’s like what, two years older than you, Nyra? Gross.)

“Daddy has a job again?” Joffrey’s eyes were beaming with hope, and Rhaenyra almost felt bad for having to shatter his illusion.

She had tried so hard to never make her husband look like a bad person in front of their kids, but he did make it insanely difficult for her to keep up that positive image when all he did was rob her of her last nerve.

“Well, he might—” she started, but Rhaena cut her off.

“No, he does not. But it will have to look like he is doing at least something with his life, okay?”

Both boys nodded, letting their heads hang unenthusiastically. Rhaenyra could not blame them for it. If she had the choice between shooting herself in the leg or attending her father’s family functions, she would already be on her way to the ER with a bloody foot.

She took a deep breath, rummaging through her purse and popping a few more of the gummies in her mouth. For good measure.

“Welcome everyone! Just come right in, the table is set up on the second floor!” Alicent’s sugary sweet voice chirped when she opened the door for them, briefly tousling through Joffrey’s brown mop of hair, which earned her an annoyed look from the boy.

“Rhaenyra! So good to see you again. How have you been?” She held her arms open for her, gesturing to come in and give her a hug.

Physical contact was the last thing she wanted right now. Especially coming from her father’s much younger wife who was once her best friend. She still could not believe he thought that was morally acceptable. Rhaenyra could never imagine hooking up with a guy fresh out of college.

But—

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The tape.

“Hi, Alicent, thank you for having us! We are so excited to ring in the new year with you guys! This—” she handed her the little gift bag, a special edition emerald bound bible still missing from her collection, “is for you.”

She smiled awkwardly, hoping Alicent would not bring up the dragon in the room.

Curiously, the hostess peered into the driveway, looking both ways seemingly searching for something.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it, Ali. For the love of God, don’t—

“Where’s Daemon? Did he come with a different car?”

Alicent gave Rhaenyra a bleak look when she did not immediately receive a response, her fingers gingerly touching the golden cross dangling from her neck. “Oh, are you two not doing so hot? He’s still sleeping on the couch? You know, Aemond showed me this tweet from Baela the other day that said—”.

“It’s nothing of that sort. He’s just running late from a meeting, nothing out of the ordinary.”

Even with her most earnest attempt for a genuine smile, she knew that Alicent could see right through her. There was no point in trying to defend him.

If he deigned to show up, he could handle this himself.

Inside the huge residence, her ears began ringing from the excess sound of noisy chattering, the scent of fragrant garlic scorched in olive oil thick in the air. They were making Viserys’ favorite meal, roasted chicken in honey and lemon glaze, yet she could not help but gag at the thought of ingesting something right now, her temples still throbbing relentlessly.

She squinted as she passed the bright spotlights next to the wooden staircase, trying not to blind herself. Rhaenyra had not been here since the huge renovations earlier this year, but she certainly did not remember them planning on modeling their home into her personal migraine hell.

“There is my favorite daughter!” Viserys exclaimed loudly when she unhurriedly turned the corner to the dining area, the phrase instantly making her half-sister Helaena flinch. As if there was a point in making it any more obvious. Alicent elbowed him heartily in the ribs, but he showed no interest in correcting his wording.

“Hi, Dad. Good to see you again. You look well.” Her gaze immediately fell on the red and flakey skin of his cheeks peeling. After all those years, he ostensibly still had apprehensions against using sunscreen, even when traveling to tropical destinations. “Nice tan you got there.”

Viserys made a serious face, but a low chuckle still rolled over his lips. “Don’t mock your old father like that, Nyra. One day you’ll be as old as I am, and you’ll understand why I don’t keep up with all those new-age products. It is all a hoax.”

“Actually, sunscreen was invented back in 1938,” Aemond murmured from the sofa, face buried in a foreign poetry book that looked like it had seen the year 1938 with its own eyes. That boy sure loved his first copies, even if it meant they were one rushed motion away from crumbling to dust between his fingers.

Viserys ignored the comment, instead grabbing for Rhaenyra’s hand, and ushering her to take a seat at the head of the table next to him. Slowly, the table started to fill both with dishes and people, but two individuals were still missing.

“Where’s Aegon?” asked Alicent, more because she feared the appetizers might be getting cold instead of genuine concern for his well-being. The table grew silent, but she noticed how Helaena in particular was averting her mother’s gaze, her body language immediately exposing that she knew more than she liked.

Alicent caught on immediately.

“Helaena? Do you know where your brother is?”

“I don’t know…” the girl muttered; her eyes still fixed on the floor.

But Alicent’s look pierced her, not budging. If she really wanted to get the info, she would not drop the topic before she got it, and Helaena seemed to know that, too.

“He headed out for a walk with Criston a little while ago. That’s all I know…” she added timidly, head still low.

“For goodness’s sake, that boy is one huge headache.”

“That boy is the new CEO of the family business,” a voice called from the hallway and the entire family turned their heads to its source. Soon, Aegon’s messy white curls peeked around the corner, grinning shamelessly.

He took a seat at the foot of the table, exactly opposite Rhaenyra. As he passed her, there was no question what he had been up to outside, but Alicent seemed oblivious enough.

He probably told her that Cole and he took a short detour to the local chapel to pray for a prosperous New Year and it was only a different kind of frankincense they used over there. The bloodshot eyes and dumb smile like he had exactly two functioning brain cells left told a different story.

“Nyra. Long time no see,” he teased, popping one of the green olives from the little snack bowl into his mouth, flashing his eyebrows at her provocatively.

The dinner was one abhorrent nightmare for Rhaenyra, the stabbing pain above her eyes getting more vicious with every minute that passed. Again and again, she needed to explain to Alicent that no, she did not think the food was abhorrent, but if she took one more bite, she would need to be sick all over the table.

Daeron and Joffrey kept talking about their current projects in Minecraft, while Jace attempted to talk to Helaena about her favorite band at the moment, but she only gave short and somewhat incoherent answers. Jace’s question about her Spotify Wrapped was ignored completely, only earning him a frown.

“Now, my love. What is new in your life? Anything exciting?” Viserys lovingly grasped Rhaenyra’s hand. It was a sweet gesture originating in her childhood, only used whenever he was concerned for her. Instantly, it made her feel as if she was a small girl again, crying to her father because the girls at school had pulled her hair.

There was no chance he had not noticed Daemon’s absence. He was merely polite enough not to mention it in front of the kids.

“Oh, not much, really. The other day I had a meeting with a client and—” Rhaenyra began, but her father gave her a disapproving head shake.

“Honey, you know the rules. No business talk at the dinner table. I did not work myself to death all my life only to have that damn company haunt me into my retirement.”

“Well, work is pretty much all there is to my life. But how was Maui? Did you have a good time?” Rhaenyra bit her lip, feeling her cheeks heat up.

It was true, ever since Daemon stopped contributing to the household finances, she barely saw the light of the day, driving to the office before sunrise and leaving long after it had set.

Sometimes she wondered whether she should enroll herself in a sleep study to check if such a strenuous schedule had permanently altered her circadian rhythm. Who knows, maybe her DNA carried the treatment for narcolepsy?

“It was beautiful, dear! The flora, the fauna, and the overall layout of the island. You would not believe the topography over there. I am thinking of making a miniature model of it, just to fully take in the beauty of our earth every day,” he rambled on, his eyes glowing passionately with every word.

Building his models had always been his favorite activity, even when he still led the company he would spend entire nights in the basement, building a historically accurate model of their hometown as he knew it from his childhood. To preserve the memory, he had said.

It was scalding in the room, and a few beads of sweat started racing down the back of her dress. Maybe it was something in the food? No, it could not be. She had barely touched the contents on her plate.

“Alicent took the most stunning photos, we had them express printed right when we got here,” he chatted on, but all Rhaenyra could focus on was the untamed heat rushing through her veins, making her uncomfortably aware of how the fabric clung to her skin, wanting to rip it off her body and lay down on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor.

“...she got this new camera, the real deal, you would love it. Absolutely stunning…”

She heard her father’s words, but her eyes darted across the table trying to analyze whether anyone else noticed how stuffy the air had become. To her surprise, everybody seemed their usual cheery selves. Visibly bored to death by her father’s tangents, but no sign of discomfort on their features.

“Makes the photos look like they were taken back in my youth…what was the term for it, again? It’s at the tip of my tongue, but…”

Viserys’ comments cut out for Rhaenyra, her entire focus on masking the turmoil going inside of her.

“It’s called authentic vintage,” Aemond added, his voice void of any distinguishable emotion.

With the napkin, Rhaenyra tried to dab away some of the sweat on her top lip as discreetly as possible, not wanting to bring any attention to her state. Still, it felt like all eyes were pinned on her, making it harder to act normal.

Was she breathing too loudly?

Had she already blinked too many times? Or not enough?

Had she been staring at her father without blinking since he started talking about the camera?

Maybe she should blink a couple of times, just for good measure?

“...for the sake of old times…”

Blink more. You are looking weird. Everyone’s staring at you.

“...some videos…we cut into a slideshow…”

Smile. You look too serious for a family party. They will know something is wrong with you.

“...tons of videos of a native dancing ritual…”

No, don’t look at Joffrey, he’ll think he’s in trouble.

Your throat is awfully dry, have you had anything to drink?

“...at least two hours of pure video material…”

ACT NORMAL. Pull yourself together.

“...a beautiful tape…”

You need water, now.

“Why don’t you show that tape to Rhaenyra, dad? She has quite a bit of experience with filming, don’t you Rhaenyra?” Aegon chuckled sarcastically, winking at her, but the laughter got stuck in his throat when he caught a glimpse of Rhaenyra’s face.

“Actually.” He slapped his palms down on his thighs, rising to his feet. “There are still a few financial reports Rhaenyra and I still need to go over before I forget. We will be right back.”

Quickly, he walked towards her, grabbed her hand, and rushed her out of the dining room, down the stairs into his bathroom. Her head was spinning, the heat emanating from within her making the room feel like a sauna.

Careless of how her extravagant makeup might smudge, she rubbed the heel of her palms over her heavy eyelid until she saw stars and her ears started ringing.

Meanwhile, Aegon turned on the sink, the sound of the cool water hitting the porcelain making her wish she could revel in the refreshing sensation, giving her mind and soul a much-needed rinse.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing out there?” he hissed, one hand clutching her chin so she could not avert his gaze. So he had noticed. Shit.

“Do what?” she mumbled dismissively.

Rhaenyra tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, yet she was unsure whether she got the tone right. With the world around her slowly growing fuzzy, she could hardly tell who she was attempting to argue with—the man in front of her or herself.

“Green out during family dinner! Aren’t you like twenty years too old for that shit?” The frown in front of her was evolving into something more and more grotesque, merely a caricature of a human.

“What are you talking about, I am not—”

Quickly, he angled her face towards the sink, pressing her closer to the mirror. His touch was firm and—

“Does that look like a sober face to you?”

Far from it. Her cheeks had an unnatural reddish flush, eyes glassy and irritated, expression drooping in a lazy fashion.

“I took them for my migraine…” Rhaenyra tried to justify; speech slurred.

“How many?”

“The ones you gave me for my birthday…”

“Rhaenyra, how many? Answer me!” His tone was sharp, reprimanding her like a small toddler who had mistaken the bottle of DayQuil for orange juice. He was having none of it.

“I don’t know, like two or three?” she guessed, but to be fair, it could have easily been more than that. She did not exactly keep count given the high pressure at the dinner.

“Oh my fucking God, you cannot be serious right now.” One of his hands shot into his hair, rustling it in frustration, pacing restlessly, mumbling something under his breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Get me out of this thing. Now!”

Rhaenyra started scratching at the back of her dress, frantically trying to get a hold of the zipper, but she felt like she had submerged her hand in a bowl of warm jello, aimlessly grabbing into nothingness.

“Shhh! Lower your voice! God, do you want us to get caught in here? With your little brother’s hands on your skin, bent over his bathroom sink?” Aegon hissed at her, and in one smooth motion undid the zipper of her dress.

A huge sigh of relief escaped her, free at last from her glamorous asphyxiation prison. Dazed, she plopped her head under the sink, feeling the cool water run over the bridge of her nose, flushing out her eyes, drenching her hair in pearls of ice water. Gradually, she felt the heat leave her body, replaced by the sensation of being wrapped in a cozy and fluffy blanket of cotton candy.

A sudden yank at her hair pulled her out of her sweet daydream, Aegon’s fist bunched up in the sorry mess that was left from her once pristine up-do.

“What the fuck are you doing? How the fuck am I supposed to explain why your hair is all wet and your makeup is running down your face, all from auditing financial reports?”

He tossed a towel at her, gesturing for her to clean herself up. At the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her reflection, her lipstick nothing but a red smudge across her lips and chin, the black steaks of mascara running down her face, to her neck, disappearing between her bare breasts.

Bare breasts.

The dress she had chosen for tonight was strapless and she decided to skip wearing a bra for convenience. Suddenly far too conscious of her bareness, she scrambled to cover herself up with the hand towel, but even in her compromised state, she knew it was hardly doing its job.

Aegon broke out into a chuckle behind her, seemingly entertained by her awkward fumbling around.

“Nyra, let me get this straight. You are high off your ass, barely able to keep your eyes open, looking like you just walked straight out of a gangbang, yet your biggest concern right now is me seeing your tits?”

Softly, he shook his head, curls bouncing with each laugh rolling off his lips. “As if I hadn’t already seen your nudes on Daemon’s phone. He should really stop using the date of Pearl Harbor as his passcode. Especially given that it is also his lock screen saver.”

The words barely registered in Rhaenyra’s head, cocking it to the side and eyeing her brother in disbelief. Why would he confess this to her? Would it not be better to keep such a secret to himself?

With soft steps, he closed the distance between them, feeling his hot breath on her skin. He smelled of the sinfully expensive white wine they had served with dinner, the scent of his deep smoky aftershave making her lose her mind.

When had he learned to shower? And had he always been this attractive?

“Besides, where is that useless prick of a husband of yours? Does he know his wife is so sexually frustrated, she let her brother fuck her on the office copier?”

His teeth scraped faintly against the pinna of her ear, coy nibbles until he sank them into her neck exhaling sharply.

A hint of a moan crept down Rhaenyra’s throat and even with her greatest efforts, she could not swallow it down.

The sound awoke something in Aegon, something of primal nature, his hands easily finding the satiny curve of her hips, his thumbs digging into her supple flesh.

Despite her lack of pragmatic thoughts, there was one thing she knew for certain: the feel of her brother’s touch—albeit so forbidden, so wretched, an act against everything she stood for as a person—was the ointment her raw desire had craved.

Her body naturally answered the motion of his, her hands innately wandering to the places he wished to be touched most.

Lead by electricity, not logic. Executed by lust, not mechanics.

Her entire world felt dampened to everything but Aegon. Her brother’s caress amplified by a multifold, each brush of his fingertips lighting up little bonfires under her skin, molding herself to his touch, becoming malleable like Alicent’s sugar cookie dough under his hands.

Frantically, she grabbed for his face, but he immediately ripped her hands away. Pressing her back against the sink, she jumped to sit on the counter, her legs dangling down playfully.

“How long has it been since you last got high? College years?”

Hesitantly, she nodded. Why was she even admitting to this? It was not like this was necessary knowledge in order to get them out of this situation.

“Are the rumors true? Were you a total wild card back then, doing all sorts of drugs and hooking up with boys and girls alike?”

Moment of truth.

If he was merely her younger brother whom she saw sometimes at family functions, she may have done a better job at lying, letting him believe those rumors. But now as her boss, who made sure they ran into each other multiple times a day, it became harder and harder to keep up that lie.

Quite frankly, she hated the way he looked at her right now, lustful, and curious, hoping she would share some of her sexcapades with him—because in just a moment, his entire perception of her would shatter.

“That’s the version I told Alicent. I got so mad at her when Dad knocked her up and she decided to keep you idiots. Not even attempting to go to college anymore. Telling her these grand stories of what college was like felt like vengeance. Knowing she’d sit at home, nursing her little brats, unable to think of anything but the life she was missing out on…”

Rhaenyra was a young mom herself, but unlike Alicent, she was not a teen mom who got stuck with a man who could have been her father. Who was Rhaenyra’s father.

“Naughty girl. So, you never experimented with drugs?”

“Once. Was a nightmare,” she murmured, playing with one of the strands of his hair, rolling it around her pointer finger, tracing his curl pattern.

Ever since he had assumed his leading position, he sure cleaned up nicely. Back when he was still in college, he was always the unwashed little gremlin sitting in his dirty sweatpants at the dinner table while everyone else was dressed to the nines. Alicent hadn’t even tried to get him to freshen up, giving up on his hygiene measures as if he was deathly allergic to soap and water.

The man in front of her did not bear any resemblance to that rich kid cosplaying as a homeless person. Deep slate-colored trousers with a pristine, deliberate crease ironed into them, matching dress jacket, and underneath a crisp white button-down shirt, red lipstick prints blotted around the collar.

Maison Margiela.

Say what you want, but her brother had excellent taste in his luxury evening wear.

He noticed her gaze on his shirt, earning her a flirtatious smirk.

“I came prepared. After all, we all know how much you love that ruby lipstick of yours. Thought it would make it less obvious when eventually they are your lips pressing down on my neck and shirt.” He gave her a coquette wink, gently rubbing his palms over the inside of her thighs, a delicious ache rushing through her body.

Eagerly, she tried to unbuckle his sleek leather belt, but he just shook his head in disappointment, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Oh no, I won’t fuck you when you are like this.” He gestured vaguely over her body, drawing more attention to the sloppy mess she had turned into because of a few tiny gummy bears.

Rhaenyra exhaled sharply, letting her head fall back against the mirror in frustration, the cold surface soothing to her scorching blood. All that sexual frustration for nothing, leaving her high and—

A faint brush against the fabric covering her core made her shriek excitedly, shooting straight back up. To her amazement, she found Aegon’s head buried between her thighs, licking over the lacy fabric.

“Don’t look so surprised. I never said I wouldn’t eat your pussy.”

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A searing feeling rushed through her thighs, sweet and hot, his tongue brushed over her skin like a burning match, setting her skin on fire with every stroke It would have been a blatant lie to say she had never felt arousal before, but it certainly hadn’t been like this.

When she closed her eyes, she could see colorful dots dancing, a glow of green as if she was standing under a streetlight just past midnight on a moody, stormy night. She experienced a sensation as if her body was soaring, no longer bound to earth. Every fiber within her vibrated with unadulterated desire for a tongue that did not belong to her husband.

Long abandoned was her inhibition as her mouth took the shape of the first letter in his name. Her fingers desperately weaved themselves into his curls, lazily grasping at the loose strands.

Like the good person she was, she readjusted herself on the edge of the counter to allow him better access, but he held out his hand, gesturing for her that he would take care of it. Effortlessly, he propped one leg over his shoulder, the second next to her on the counter. A finger slid under the fabric of her underwear, faintly teasing her lips with the tip of his digit.

“So wet already, sister? One would believe you have been lusting for me throughout the dinner.” He looked up at her, as his finger glided between her lower lips, gently stroking her entrance, only to take a detour to the spot where her pleasure emanated from. “How slutty. Sitting right next to our father, with a mind full of filth.”

He accentuated the last word sharply entering her, which teased a bright inhale from Rhaenyra. Even with a single finger, he was intentional with his touch, every motion deliberately calculated. Funny, because he failed Algebra at least twice and never progressed past Precalculus in college.

Eagerly, she pushed herself further toward him, wanting to feel him deeper, more forcefully, more—

If he had asked for it, she would have allowed him to fuck her senseless right then and there. Fuck the party happening upstairs with their entire family present. All she wanted was more of his hands, more of his tongue, more of him, period.

As if he had read her thoughts and wanted to spite her, he suddenly withdrew his fingers from her cunt, looking up at her. Holding the most intense gaze she had ever exchanged with somebody, he peered straight into her soul as the finger that had just been nestled in her heat slowly crept to his lips, leisurely disappearing between those plush pillows of pink. His tongue swirled over the digit, licking her wetness from his finger as if it was the most decadent dessert he had ever tasted. Aegon never broke eye contact for even a second.

“Fucking is quite similar to cooking, don’t you think? You should always make it a habit to taste test before serving your main dish.”

She felt herself growing embarrassed by the thought of somebody savoring her taste, and Aegon seemed to have caught onto that.

“Never been eaten out before? I knew Daemon was the type to take, and take, and take. So wasteful. Me, on the other hand—” He sank the digit into his mouth one last time, his expression softened as he moaned. “I am much more of a giver myself.”

With that, his fingers discretely slid her panties to the side, and he dove between her legs. Long, intentional strokes of his tongue ran from the inside of her thigh up her leg, but he stopped just before reaching the place where she wanted him most. As if in delirium, he placed wet kisses from the tip of her navel down to her mound, again halting just when he was about to reach her clit.

Rhaenyra whimpered, trying to meet his mouth with her hips. If she was able to think properly, she would be urging him to hurry up and finally take her as she desired, but all she could do was helplessly rut against his face.

Her brother was determined to work at his own pace, even if it meant he ignored the way she squirmed under him like there was flames licking at her body.

When his tongue came down on her clit, Rhaenyra could not help but moan loudly. There was no hope at keeping quiet when she was drowning in desire. The sink felt unusually soft and mushy, her body melting into it (which was indubitably the edible’s doing) with the tip of Aegon’s tongue still teasing her so faintly. She was unsure whether he was licking her or if it was just the pent-up arousal making her sex pulse and throb.

In her life she had had her fair share of world-shaking orgasms and dirty sex, especially with her college sweetheart and father of her oldest children, Harwin, but never before had she been teased like that. Her entire body ached to feel more, have his hands on her, his tongue in her, take everything he was willing to give.

Motivated by her sounds of pure lust, Aegon continued swirling his tongue in all the spots that so desperately needed his attention, neglected for far too long. Warm waves built within Rhaenyra, higher and higher, only to mellow again when he directed his attention to a different spot. He was driving her into insanity, the colorful patterns floating around in her field of vision getting more and more pronounced, swallowing her whole. She felt her leg on Aegon’s shoulder start to tremble when his tongue came down on her clit in one long, flat stroke, nearly tipping her over the edge. There was no point in fighting, she was devoted to him with no conditions.

“Aeg—” a deep and loud moan came from the back of her throat, one of her hands grabbing for his hair while the other shot straight up to her breast, roughly massaging them and rolling her thumb over her nipples.

Her sweet moment was interrupted by Aegon throwing a towel at her face, his eyebrows furrowed in pure annoyance.

“Fuck Rhaenyra, you’ll get us caught. Bite down on that if you can’t handle your orgasm.” He resumed his previous position between her thighs, eyes glimmering at her before adding, “No need to scream my name, I’m already spelling it out on your clit, so you know who your pussy belongs to.“

A warm shudder ran down her spine, the desire for something so primal, so un-human pooling at the bottom of her lower back, long and soft waves, building further and further. Her legs trembled and she almost kicked Aegon in the face, who seemed utterly unimpressed.

It felt like she was about to burst, his eyes pinned on her, urging her to let herself fall, give in to her cravings, cum on his tongue. Forcefully she rolled her hips forward, and her body fell back, the slick between her thighs smearing on the marble counter. In unison with the first fireworks going off outside the window, lit by the rebellious youth of the suburbs, so did the ones under her skin, lit by Aegon’s tongue. She shook under her little brother’s mouth and the corners of his lips pulled into a mischievous grin as he licked her to completion, sucking on her clit like a plump slice of blood orange, thirsty to see the way her skin glowed in this vulnerable moment.

Rhaenyra had lost all control, clawing at his hair, grasping for her breast, unable to cope with the sheer amount of pleasure buzzing through her veins. She was intoxicated by the feeling of Aegon under her, seemingly giving her all control while in reality, he pulled the strings.

She had never felt a sensation quite like it, as if she was submerging herself in the deepest part of the ocean of lust, the water encompassing every crevice of her body, only for her to breathe in, filling her lungs further, until there was no further room to occupy.

Aegon.

This was Aegon’s doing.

It was unsavory, for her as a married woman and mother of seven children to hook up with a man a decade her junior.

Her own boss.

Again.

And worst of all, her half-brother, who she had resented for half her life.

The reason why her friendship with Alicent had been tarnished permanently.

A son of her father, a man old enough to be the boy’s grandfather.

She thought of all this as she rode out her orgasm on his tongue, his face slick with her pleasure, staring up at her in pure admiration. Maybe his life had been doomed the second of his conception.

Yet, there was something so comfortingly beautiful about the way he adored her, like a small puppy who first noticed how proud his owners were when he obeyed their command. Fascinated and captivated by the look on her face, her hair messy, face and chest flushed, pearls of sweat pooling under her heavy breasts and thighs.

“I am the best you have ever had, am I not?” He shot her a smug smile as he heaved himself to his feet, coming to a halt between Rhaenyra’s legs.

She still had not caught her breath yet, panting as if she had just raced up the staircase to the gigantic office he surely did not deserve. She did not want to look at him, did not want to admit that he was right. Whether it was the weed or his talented tongue, she had never felt anything similar happen to her body in all 38 years of her life.

“You were okay, I suppose. Satisfactory,” she offered curtly, but she knew the quickness of her breath and slicked-down hair begged to differ.

“No need to lie, sister. I felt you gushing against my mouth. No amount of lying can undo my witness statement, I fear.” He placed his arms next to her on the counter, leaning over her body. The skin around his mouth and chin were glistening, like freshly drizzled honey, sweet and delicious.

“Have a taste yourself,” he whispered as he brought his lips down on hers, the sweet and heavy musk taste exciting her.

The kiss was gentle and timid at first, until slowly, his lips grew more eager, begging for her to allow him entrance into her mouth. The tip of his tongue prickled against her swollen lips, teasing her to slip between them, an unmistaken hardness pressing against that wet spot between her thighs.

A rigid and angry bulge, pushed against her as her brother’s tongue coated with her own nectar explored her mouth, dancing hungrily with hers. He pressed forward, and despite the fabric separating them, Rhaenyra felt his burning heat, wishing to mix with hers. Aegon bit down on her lip, letting his teeth sink into her crimson flesh.

His breath hot against her lips, he whispered, “Do you feel that? That’s what you do to me, Nyra.”

She gasped as he started grinding his pelvis against her, her sex still sensitive from the orgasm he had gifted her moments earlier.

“Not just now. Every fucking time I see you. Every fucking company meeting, every lunch break, every shared ride in the elevator. All those years of family reunions, forced to wear my baggiest pants to hide my bulge, not letting you see how horny the mere sight of you made me. Years of agony, but now I see the feeling is mutual.”

Rapidly, he returned to kissing her, as if the swirling dance between their tongues would extinguish the words hanging between them, and the chaos they had set off within her head, as her heart and sex lurched for more.

She knew this would only complicate the tension hanging in their family yet, who can blame her for giving in to that exhilarating bliss she felt as his mouth came down on hers?

Her lips met his hungrily, devouring him, sucking at them as if attempting to give him love bites. Frantic, she reached for one of his hands and placed it on her chest, urging him to touch her. Not just merely touch, but grab.

Feel her.

Claim her.

Aegon’s hand massaged her breast, and she let go of a small moan, biting down on his neck to muffle the noise. Soon enough, his mouth was no longer content with just her lips, and they wandered down to her chest, planting hasty wet kisses all the way there. He traced mild swirls around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. It made her skin prickle, and she dug her hands into his back, which was still covered by his dress shirt.

How unfair, she thought. Her entire shame exposed aside from the tiny piece of fabric lazily resting next to her labia, and her brother was still fully covered.

He began suckling on her as if trying to extract all inhibition from her, eager and demanding.

She groaned as little fires started burning within her belly. He looked like he was nursing on her, an experience she had had five times now. It was by far one of the least erotic experiences of adulthood, yet seeing him suck on her, thirsty from lust, she felt her cunt ache to feel him inside of her. It was exciting, to have a boy who was not her son use her like this, though Aegon certainly acted as if he wanted to fulfill that role.

Horny. Hectic. Hedonistic.

No matter how appalled she was by her own desires, she could not help but cradle his head, supporting it as he nursed from her, the lack of milk not deterring him from his mission. A soft sigh bearing a distant resemblance to his name rolled off her tongue, only motivating him further.

A sudden knock, followed by a rattle at the door handle made both of their heads perk up, expressions full of terror as they realized they had not locked the door behind them. After all, they only went to the bathroom to cool her down, not for things to get even more heated.

“Nyra, are you in there?” a deep and calm voice called.

Aemond.

How long had they been gone? It felt like both a second and an eternity all at once. She was not ready to let go of this moment yet. Not now. Not—

Shit.

Aegon was quicker on his feet, briskly turning the lock, and making it impossible for his brother to burst in, yet their situation was not entirely solved with that. The bathroom had a modern and clean concept, glass shower stall, hues of crisp white and deep grey- and not a single place to hiding.

Even if Aemond didn’t enter the room, there was no way for Aegon to hide his presence. Rhaenyra and Aegon exchanged a desperate glance as she raised herself up straight, a few mutters escaping her lips.

“We are fucked,” Aegon whispered, expression suddenly serious and frightened. “What are you hesitating for, answer him!”

“Y-Yes, I’m not feeling too good, Aemond.” She stumbled over her words, eyes pinned to her erect nipples, still glossy with Aegon’s saliva.

“Are you decent? I can unlock the door with a coin if you—”

“Oh no that won’t be necessary,” she shrieked, a bit too quickly for it to come off natural and not as if she was trying to hide something from him. She noticed that too, quickly adding, “Just some nausea from my migraine, you don’t want to see me right now!”

“I was an RA in college, a bit of vomit does not phase—”

Against her pleas, a swift and clear click of the lock signaled Aemond’s entrance, and even with a single eye, his glare would haunt her until the day of her death.

It must have been a frightening scene to walk in on, Aegon’s angry bulge still pressed against the sensitive spot between her legs, face still far too close to her chest than was socially acceptable for family members beyond nursing age. And then there was the main perpetrator of their shameful situation: her exposed body. The elegant gown was still bunched up in some corner, far outside her reach.

Aegon did not even attempt to play off the situation as a funny little joke. Instead, he just averted Aemond’s gaze, staring holes into Rhaenyra’s chest.

Fantastic. Just how every family dinner should turn out.

She scrambled for the towel Aegon had tossed her earlier, but in her haste, it clumsily slid down the counter, robbing her of any chance to restore even a morsel of her decency. Her hands rushed to her chest, wanting to at least cover her nipples, until she noticed that Aegon had already taken care of that for her.

What a gentleman. Adding more fuel to the already heated situation.

“Aegon, could you—” she addressed him, gesturing her head down to her breasts.

“Oh shit, sorry!” He quickly withdrew his hands as if he had been burnt, awkwardly fumbling with his hands, unsure what to do with them. He looked around flustered, searching for a new home for them. They hung limp in the air, dejected as if they had been evicted from their home on Rhaenyra’s chest. Fidgeting around, placing them on her thighs, then the counter, only to realize that was still far too close to his sister’s forbidden flesh, helplessly looking at Rhaenyra.

P-o-c-k-e-t-s she mouthed to him, her head nudging towards his trousers.

Aegon immediately hid his hands away, acting as if he would have done that eventually, but had merely wanted to busy himself. Only now, he dared to face Aemond, who still stood frozen in the door frame, eye wide and one hand still on the handle.

If he was a smart boy, he would just close the door, walk away, and pretend the entire situation had never happened. Moving on like she had done when she had first caught Jacaerys masturbating on an eventful visit to her father’s old family home in the countryside. Out of all things, the object of his desires was an old movie cassette cover of ‘Monkey Business’ he had found in the attic, furiously staring at Marilyn Monroe’s breasts while he rubbed himself raw.

Puberty was an ugly thing. Poor boy, so blinded by his teenage hormones he would have probably been able to get off to the stock photos inside the IKEA picture frames, still wrapped in cellophane because Viserys always forgot about them. After all, there was nothing sexy about the belongings of her grandfather Baelon. Rhaenyra did not know if Jace had seen her, but she was sure to never bring it up again, even if it meant she could never suggest any movie with Marilyn Monroe after that without feeling sick to her stomach. At the estate sale, she had made sure the Monroe movie collection was the first thing to go.

But Aemond was no smart boy. He was brilliant. Light years ahead of his relatives intellectually. And if anything, his mother’s son.

Righteous. Religious. Repressed.

The faint outline of his crucifix pressed through the luxurious fabric of his dress shirt.

He had caught her in the most delicate of situations, giving him a clear advantage over her, and the second that realization clicked in Aemond’s head, she could have sworn she saw a glimmer in his eye. If he seemed embarrassed and flushed before, his demeanor changed completely.

“That is an awfully pretty ring, sister…” He posed, lips pursed, zeroing in on her left hand.

Rhaenyra slid her hand out of his sight, hiding it as if he was some primitive pick-pocket criminal at a tourist attraction. Nervously, she fidgeted around with it between her fingers. An intricately cut, clunky ring. 18 karats. One huge stone surrounded by a floret halo; the entire rim encrusted with diamonds. It was a flashy thing, not at all to her taste, but Daemon wanted to show off his wealth to their friends. Since the day he put it on her finger, it had hurt her, giving her cuts whenever she made too hastily of a motion, bright red blood trickling down her skin. Whenever she was not around her family, she hardly wore it anymore, the weight feeling unfamiliar around her digit.

“Uh- thank you?”

“That’s your engagement ring, isn’t it? From your husband?”

Ouch. The emphasis on the last word made the hair at the back of her neck stand up straight. Husband. Was Daemon even worthy of that term anymore? He hardly spent time with the children, lounging around the house, snapping at anybody who dared interrupt his precious “masculine time.”

What a dumb excuse. Especially since five out of their seven children were boys.

He had not touched her in a while. She had thought that there might be somebody else. She did not have explicit proof, but sometimes when he came home late at night, he carelessly stuffed his dress shirt at the bottom of the hamper, and on it, she would find little trinkets hinting at extramarital endeavors.

A smudge of hot pink lipstick. Jewel-colored flecks of glitter. A faint sticky smell of sickly-sweet body spray you could find in the clearance section of the outlet mall.

Maybe he was only waiting for her to bring it up. Hoping she would be the one to request the divorce to save face with their children. Again, pushing him into the victim role. Just as he had when Aegon let him go from the company.

“They only fired me because you could have screamed bloody murder for getting discriminated against as a mother and female,” Daemon had said.

“Woman. The correct term is woman, Daemon. And they laid you off because your aggressive tone during meetings scared away our clients and earned you multiple HR complaints.”

Still, he saw himself in the victim role. Especially when he found out that his former employees and coworkers were elated at the news of his termination and his former secretary even had cupcakes sent to Aegon’s office.

Aegon.

Standing in front of her, her lipstick smudges sullying his expensive shirt.

Aemond looked at her challengingly, waiting for a response that never came.

“Hm,” his gaze shortly averted to the floor as if deep in philosophical thought, his fingers gently tapping against the doorframe in a rhythmic pattern. Tap. Tap. Tap.

“Such a beautiful ceremony.” He met her eyes again. “The traditional one at our local church, I mean. Not your little—” He curled his lip in distaste, shaking his head softly as if he was scolding a small child for asking a ridiculous question. “Hippy ritual.”

Her brother spoke the truth, Daemon and she had two separate ceremonies. One in Mauritius, a secret ceremony unbeknownst to the rest of their family, who merely thought that Nyra was taking a much-needed vacation from the job, and one traditionally catholic wedding in Alicent’s favorite chapel. Clearly meant as punishment.

But if she thought back to her wedding day, she only remembered that day with her toes in the sand, her hands covered by Daemon’s.

Their experience was intimate, a shaman marrying them on the beach. Just the three of them, under the early rays of the sunrise, the ocean breeze rustling through their hair. Back then, they thought they would last forever, star-crossed lovers finally reunited after they had both lost sight of each other.

They had planned on telling their family when everybody was in a good mood, but since her husband had paid for the hotel using his company credit card, and nobody other than Otto himself had checked the books that morning, they were in for a rude surprise on the morning of their arrival back home. Their entire family had been waiting at the airport for them. Originally, only Viserys was supposed to pick them up, but instead it was a full-blown family reunion, faces grim and hard.

The entire car ride home she had to hear him out, one long lecture after another. She only rolled her eyes, but her father remained stern. Either they would marry according to their faith in the same chapel he had married Alicent, or she was to step down from her position in the company. “You cannot pick and choose which family traditions you follow and which you ignore. Without a traditional wedding, I cannot justify keeping you in the family company.”

Of course, she knew that this was Alicent’s doing, warning her father that she could have other children out of wedlock, and with the recent advertisement campaign for the company donating a large sum to the local Catholics In Need foundation, more deviancies would not be tolerated.

The only Catholics in need are those fucked up children of yours, Alicent.

The way Aegon had gotten kicked out of every single one of his schools, no matter how much Viserys had donated, the mere shame creeping up Aemond’s throat whenever they passed a swimwear advertisement billboard, and Helaena bringing her millipedes to the dinner table and letting them crawl over Lucerys despite his paralyzing fear of critters. Only Daeron was halfway normal, but he was also spending most of his time at an out-of-state catholic boarding school.

Softly she shook her head to ground herself in the current situation, pushing away all those terrible thoughts about her stepmother.

Rhaenyra stared blankly at Aemond, waiting for what he was scheming under that platinum curtain of hair. Gods, the boy must spend at least half an eternity in the bathroom each morning, flat-ironing and moisturizing his locks.

“Where is that husband of yours, anyways? I did not see him at dinner…” he trailed off expectantly, looking around as if Daemon would appear out of thin air into the bathroom where one of her brothers caught her fucking the other.

She knew Daemon was not coming. Aemond knew Daemon would not be coming. Aegon probably forgot Daemon was even invited to begin with.

Ever since Aemond had first met her husband, he had idolized him, tried styling his hair the same way, copying his brutish walk, mimicked his mannerisms whenever they interacted and adopted them as his own. Really, Aemond was almost a carbon copy of Daemon, just one eye blinder and what felt like the weight of an entire truckload heavier with religious shame. The feelings of admiration were not mutual.

Obviously.

Daemon would rather gnarl his arm off than spend any minute longer than necessary in a room with her little brother, but that did not deter Aemond from making inquiries whenever he had the chance.

The boy who was not quite a boy anymore had recently graduated with a Master’s degree in Philosophy, the only member of their family that had never shown explicit interest in working in the family business, rather allocating his efforts into applying for Postdoctoral programs. Much to her father’s dismay, he dreamt of entering the field of academia one day.

Even Helaena, while always more of a free spirit and creative thinker than her siblings had pursued a degree in marketing and was now working for Targaryen Corp., albeit in a separate building with her own little creative team where they designed new campaigns. She loved her work, and despite hardly being confronted with the actual happenings of their sales and performance, the passion and bright grin plastered across her face whenever showing their father one of her campaigns filled Viserys’ old heart with joy.

Out of the four of them, Aemond was also the only one of them who did not get his tuition paid for, as his condition for college was always that as long as their major had at least some adjacent use for the company, he would be more than happy to support them. Aemond knew the consequences when he switched his major from Finance to a double major in Philosophy and Anthropology in the first semester of his freshman year. The fight that ensued over the Christmas holidays after Viserys saw his report card had gone into the family history of misadventures, a screaming match of unusual nature.

“Boy, what would you even do with that? Use Kantian ethics to understand why you deserve to have worse eyesight sight than your average dog?”

Aemond had known that his actions had consequences. They always did in their family, and missteps were rarely given a blind eye. Yes, Viserys had not put the same strain on Rhaenyra’s children and always confidently announced that he was more than happy to cover her kid’s education cost later, no matter their field of study. Aemond attempted to argue about it but was harshly brushed off by their father.

“You are a son of mine. You will obey my rules and won’t call in question who I wish to support with my earnings.”

While Helaena and Aegon had apartments in the city to be closer to their job and enjoyed spending any free moment at home, where they didn’t have to worry about grocery shopping and meals were always readily available, Aemond was itching to move out at last.

But he quite frankly could not afford it.

Last summer he had worked in an art gallery but found the profession rather unfulfilling. He had complained of only giving the same few speeches every day, every other hour, the tourists barely paying attention to his words and instead deeply ingrained which pose next to the statue would work best for their family Christmas cards. He was bitter and deeply unfulfilled; seeing others thrive in a world that had inherently wronged him, had made his heart harden with each passing day.

“Oh, would he not love to see his dear wife, who swore a holy oath to him in this situation? Didn’t you add an infidelity clause into your prenup? Would be a shame if somebody told him about this…” His smile was sickly sweet, insincere, and sadistic. Why did he even care so much?

Heavy footsteps thumped down the hallway, feet dragging lazily over the floor as if the person was trying to sweep the white laminate with the soles of their socks. Slowly, they got louder as a deep yawn echoed down the halls of the modern structure.

“Aegon?”

She would have known that voice anywhere. Criston had started as her father’s favorite security guard when she freshly joined the company as a recent college graduate. At first, he had tirelessly attempted to get her number and would wait for her at her car until Viserys had a harsh word with him on whether he needed to hire a new security guard to protect his daughter from the security guard. After that, he only gave her some resentful glances in the hallways.

Of course, he and Aegon had immediately hit it off when Aegon attended his first office Christmas party, only a boy of 18 back then. They’d both gotten so intoxicated that they crashed on the break room couch, arms intertwined with one another. In Aegon’s first month with the company, she had caught them at least a handful of times hotboxing in Criston’s beat-up Honda Accord in the parking garage, a suffocating cloud of smoke escaping the vehicle when she ripped open the door. There were even rumors that Aegon had only studied Business to be able to work together with his best friend, who he could now spend every waking moment with. God, sometimes she wondered whether Criston even had a home of his own or if he’d just settle for sleeping in Aegon’s bed for the rest of his life.

“Dude…do you have any more Gatorade? This cottonmouth is serious, like no joke, I feel like I just licked the Saharan desert.”

His words were too spaced out as if he was falling asleep mid-sentence. He probably had spent the entirety of their family dinner in Aegon’s childhood bedroom, smoking like there was no tomorrow. No wonder Alicent had made the dinner ‘family only’- even if she chose to overlook Aegon’s drug use, there was no chance she could tolerate Criston’s obnoxious frat talk. Even if he had never been part of a fraternity, much less seen a college campus from the inside.

Before she knew it, his tall muscular frame shuffled down the hallway, clearly on his way to the kitchen. His mind was in a different dimension, almost walking past them until he noticed Rhaenyra’s exposed flesh, now standing rooted behind Aemond gazing at the scene in front of him.

Aemond still had his back turned to him, but Rhaenyra and Aegon both held their breath. Silencing one person was hard enough, but two? Close to impossible.

Maybe she indeed needed to change her name and move silently to Paraguay, starting a new life at some farm far away.

“Damn, I get that your sisters are hot, but both of them?” He patted his hand on Aemond’s shoulder, who visibly froze at the gesture, gritting his teeth.

“Dude, what are you talking about,” Aegon asked with a grimace. “I only ever fucked Nyra. Remember, you gave me the security tape? And she’s only my half-sister. I have never fucked Helaena.” Aegon was flustered, straightening his posture as if that would change anything about his lack of height.

Good to know he drew the line at full sisters. Very assuring.

“Nah, not you, bro.” Criston’s bloodshot eyes met Aegon’s, only to then nudge his head towards Aemond. “But he sure did.”

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January, Five Years Ago

It had been a week since it happened, New Year’s Eve. The time he had taken that damned step— that was the reason for all the time he spent on his knees. Praying, wailing, sometimes outright sobbing as he begged God for forgiveness.

His pathetic little tears fell on the dusty salmon-colored carpeting that once many decades ago may have been a lively crimson red, now dull and sticky with grime, outlining the ground of the school’s chapel.

“There, there,” his dorm parent, a man of sturdy build with an unremarkably mundane face had whispered as he dropped him off at the school’s priest’s office, Aemond’s eyes puffy from countless hours of restless crying. Father Mellos had tried to assure Aemond with phrases such as “All that matters is that you found your way to the confession stand, my son” or “God is kind and understanding. As long as you wish to repent your sins, he will show you mercy”.

Yet, Father Mellos did not know what crimes Aemond had committed that inspired these desperate attempts at worship. Tears made the skin around his eye swell and puff up like the Wonder Bread sold at the local Price Chopper, nothing but mundane and stale calories to stuff the pain rooting within him.

If anyone knew of his sins, uncovered them from their dusty cloak, they would kick him out of school. No more AP World History, no more Honors Religion, and no more Philosophy Studies. They would even take away his beloved History club and model UN. God, even his own family would abandon him, throw him away like an outgrown dress shirt, unfit for Sunday service.

He was soaked in depravity and filth, unworthy of mercy.

Helaena would probably get off easy with a slap on the wrist. A good girl, happy and chipper, studying what mommy expected of her so she could join daddy’s company for the summer internship and later get hired on the spot the day of her college graduation. He could only imagine the look on their mother’s face, twisted in a mild smile, eyes cool. To an outsider, it may look like an expression of calmness, tranquility even, but he much preferred it when she was losing her mind. It comforted him when she was screaming, the veins on her forehead popping up like her tulips in the flowerbeds during the first rays of sunshine in March.

He and Aegon had always joked that if their mom left bruises the color of grape soda on their skin, things were going to be okay. Because once the fits of shouting and thrashing had stopped, catharsis overcame her and that was usually the end of it. She may excuse herself to her room and lay down with an episode of ‘The L Word’ running in the background, but whenever they woke up the next morning, the air in the house would be thick and sweet with the scent of pillowy pancakes doused in maple syrup, so sugary it would make their teeth hurt.

But he knew he was in deep trouble if she was quiet, simply twisting her mouth in displeasure while trying to keep up an appearance of somberness. It was the expression she wore when she caught Aegon dealing the pills he had received after his tonsil removal, selling them as oxycontin to some poor kid in 8th grade when really, it was just Tylenol (and not even the extra strength kind).

Later that day, she had enrolled him in a military academy, where he spent a whopping 46 hours before the Lieutenant called Alicent because Aegon would not stop sobbing, getting so flustered that he threw up on himself. It was also the same expression she wore when she found out Rhaenyra got married to Daemon behind their backs.

It is only natural to fear loud, visceral reactions, yet the ones of apparent serenity are the ones to be feared. Because nine times out of ten, it meant his mother was already planning how to cover up a mysterious death.

He had only arrived on campus a few nights ago, after his two weeks of Christmas break had ended, yet he could not wait to talk with God and confess his wrongdoings, for they laid like lead on his heart.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” he whispered, cheeks growing slick with the drops falling from his eyes. “Please forgive me,” he muttered to himself as he walked through the empty hallways of the boarding school when everyone was still asleep, mindlessly wandering to the chapel as if magically drawn there.

A few day students who lived further away and carpooled at 5 am crossed his path, but they did not meet his eye.

He was somewhat of an urban legend in the school, the one-eyed boy with the long white hair, always by himself, always scribbling something into one of his little booklets. Always spending lunch by himself in the library, annotating his classic literature books until they looked like the scriptures of a maniac. He had heard gossip about the origin of his lost eye, and sometimes he just wanted to tell them that his nephew Lucerys accidentally shot him with a nerf gun. But truth be told, he kind of enjoyed hearing all the crazy stories, letting them play out in his head like he was the protagonist in a movie.

There had been many rumors about why he was the only student who did not have a roommate, from light-hearted gossip of him sleep-praying at night to him practicing some dark craft and preparing to put a curse on the school one day. In actuality, his old roommate Cregan, a boy from the depths of Alaska with deep obsidian locks and eyes the color of an overcast sky, simply had a family emergency and decided it was only honorable to aid them in times of need.

(Of course, Aemond had never shared that with anyone. After all, he was not one to air out other people’s business to strangers, even if it meant getting himself crucified.)

Boys had come up to him from time to time, making crude jokes about the appearance of his sister, and he cursed Aegon for posting their family Christmas dinner photos publicly for the entire world to see. There was no question what sort of things were on a teenage boy’s mind, but it pained him when they were talking about Helaena that way.

Usually, his protest was accepted quietly, for it was the correct reaction to have as a brother when others commented on the soft and luscious curves of his sister. (If only they knew it was not brotherly protectiveness that inspired his outburst, but much rather jealousy for not being allowed to speak about her that way), mumbling something about him being a killjoy and continuing with their day. Yet, the shame within him made his cheeks grow hot, causing him to fetch his rosary from his leather portfolio and whisper to it.

The scent of heavy-duty detergents mixed with pungent frankincense stung in his nostrils, making his eye water in the entranceway to the chapel. It was a comforting smell; the scent reminding him that his God was listening. Hope sparked within him that He may turn a blind eye to the thoughts that raced through his mind in the depths of night, so depraved and abhorrent, he wanted to rinse every crevice of his brain with holy water.

The thick blankets of snow melted, and with it, the looming thoughts of the way Helaena’s powdery lips felt that wretched evening, the warmth of her body so close it had made his breath hitch. He kept up his ritual, visiting the campus chapel every morning before his first class, and after aimlessly stabbing at the grey cafeteria food they dared call dinner, praying one last time before he walked to his dorms.

Father Mellos’ office had become his second home, and while rumors of unsavory nature bloomed, Aemond could not care less. With his frequent visits to the priest, he had almost forgotten the soothing vanilla scent of Helaena’s shampoo as she cradled his face. So close to reaching absolution. Let them spew their lies, he thought, if only that keeps them from guessing the true rottenness of his heart.

February came and his life had fallen victim to the unambitious routine of every prep school attendee— college applications, lunch-and-learns with professionals of various career paths, AP exam prep where teachers put too much emphasis on how the score would affect the school’s reputation in the county.

He rarely thought of his sister, rarely imagined what she was up to in college, who she was having class with, who she shared a bed with at night. Sometimes his finger itched to check her socials, but usually, his rationality won the battle. Nothing he would see on there would calm the unruly thoughts coursing through his brain. But today, his finger slipped. Full of panic, he tried closing out of the picture slide, but the damage had been done. She would know he had peeked into her life.

Immediately, he turned his phone off and stuffed it deep under his pillows, taking out his copy of ‘Crime and Punishment’ that he had acquired from an estate sale a few years back. A seemingly perfect pick for the occasion, pages frayed and yellowed, the glue of the cover already disintegrated. If he immersed himself in the story, he may be able to drown out those nasty thoughts steering him from his proper ways.

Against all odds, his plan had worked well enough. Despite the freezing temperature outside, he took a cool shower, as if to punish himself for his impure nature, and felt goosebumps prickle across his skin. Like the good boy he aspired to be, he was in bed by eleven pm. None of the dorm parents bothered to check on him anymore, aware that he would detest himself if he broke any of the rules. Therefore, it came to an even bigger surprise when Arryk, the dorm parent on duty that night, knocked at his door, long past lights out.

“Aemond, are you still awake? There is somebody on the phone for you downstairs.”

Aemond rubbed his eyes in confusion but slumped his body out of bed, nonetheless. Slowly he dragged himself down the stairs right behind Arryk, the old wooden staircase creaking with each step he took, the smell of microwave ramen dinner and stale sweat thick in the air of the common room.

“Who is it?” He asked sleepily.

“Female voice. They did not say their name, only that it is a family emergency and that they need to speak with you at this moment. Seems to be urgent.” Arryk nudged his hand towards the cord-phone next to the dusty couches covered in grime and dog hair, worse condition than if they just picked one from the side of the road. “Don’t stay up too late, kid. If you need anything, I’ll be in my room.”

Aemond let himself fall down on the olive couch with the receiver pressed against his ear, the cushions swallowing him whole.

“Mom? What happened?”

A chipper laugh echoed on the other end of the line, slightly distorted from the mellow crackle of the old phone.

“You’re such a meanie, Aemond. Blocking my number, but then stalking my social media…” she tsked, clicking her tongue playfully.

“Hel, why are you—”

She did not let him finish his sentence, her sugary voice interrupting him mercilessly.

“Don’t you want to wish me a happy Valentine’s Day?” Accusatory, albeit slightly sarcastic in nature. He hadn’t even noticed that it was the 14th already, time sure goes by quickly when you are having prayer time.

“Is this some sick joke? Do you have any clue what time it is?”

His eye fell on the clock. Three minutes to one in the morning. It was a miracle Arryk had even allowed him to take the call instead of just giving him a lecture about not having people call the house phone at some ungodly hour. But then again, Arryk also didn’t know that Aemond’s sister was a little heathen dressed as an angel. He probably thought the entire family was as god-fearing as Aemond and genuinely assumed it was an emergency.

“Back when we were kids you always got me candy and picked flowers from the neighbors’ yard to ask me to be your Valentine, remember? Mom had to send countless gift baskets over to apologize for your endeavors. You were so cute back then…” She had completely disregarded his question, despite its rhetorical nature. Usually, she at least humored him by pretending to answer them genuinely. That had always been their spiel.

One last try.

“Uhm, are you drunk?”

“Oh come on Aemond, it was one silly little kiss. No harm in that, is there? It’s not like you have been thinking of that night ever since…”

Innocent and melodious voice, yet she called him out on what had been his biggest regret since listening to Aegon when his brother had told him that swallowing watermelon seeds would make a melon tree grow inside of him. He had forced himself to puke in front of everyone at the family gathering and consequently ruined the entire garden party. Granted, that was almost 15 years ago, but to this day his mother doesn’t let him into the close proximity of a watermelon.

He couldn’t answer her. If only he kept quiet, she may stop.

“Mhm, I thought so. Do you want me to let you in on a little secret, baby brother?”

Hold your tongue. If you don’t say anything, she may grow bored of this.

Much to his dismay, Helaena took his silence as agreement.

“You know, there are so many guys here at college who try to ask me out, who slide me notes with their number after class or try to grind on me at the bars…”

A sinking feeling spread in his chest, heavy as lead. He had always known that Helaena was beautiful, but he preferred to not think of other men sharing that opinion.

Nasty, impure, inappropriate thoughts.

Aemond shook his head as if that would make the thoughts disappear.

“Hel, I really don’t want to hear about that. Didn’t you say this was an emergency—”

“Shush Aemond, or don’t you want to hear my secret?” Coy. She fully enjoyed this. Knowing what effect her words had on him. She knew he could not say no. He would never turn down an opportunity to get closer to her.

“...yes.” He admitted quietly, shame thick in his voice.

“Well, as I said, I am quite a hot topic here on campus. But none of their advances enflame the same thrill in me as our innocent little New Year’s kiss did. I will go on a date with some brainless jock and hear him complain that he could have totally gone pro if it wasn’t for the ACL injury he got his junior year. Yet, all I can think of when I lay in bed later that night is how your lips felt on mine, the brush of your fingers on my skin…”

“Helaena, please we shouldn’t…” He whispered even if he didn’t mean it. He wanted to hear more, hear her affirm all those depraved desires that had boiled within him, absolution from his guilt.

“Why? Don’t tell me you don’t think of me when you’re messing around with one of your goody-two-shoes over there at boarding school…” Helaena teased, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips.

Aemond bit his tongue. Had she really thought he was that type of man?

“Oh Aemond, don’t tell me you…” she stuttered, but he stayed quiet. “Have you never…? Not even kissed a girl…?”

Suddenly, her laughter died as well and they sat there in complete silence, only the static rustling of the old phone in his ear. He was so close to hanging up. It was too embarrassing, too intimate. Yet, four tiny words found their way into the microphone.

“...you were my first.”

“You are joking…” she exhaled in disbelief.

But he wasn’t. He never was when it came to his sister.

“Well, I always knew you were the traditional type…but not even second base, Aemond? You can’t tell me there aren’t any girls with some fucked-up Catholicism kink over there. You know the kind that wants to call you father instead of daddy?”

Aemond remained quiet, too embarrassed that he was still a virgin. He usually took great pride in the fact that he wanted to save himself for marriage (or at least he told himself that. In the back of his mind, he could not deny that there was only one person in the world who he was reserving his purity for, but the chances of ever sleeping with her would doom him as a virgin for the rest of his life). But now it felt like a miserable branding, etched deep in his forehead.

“Well, that’s pathetic,” she brushed him off, the way she always did when he had failed to meet her expectations. He was used to it, but the disapproval still stung nonetheless, like an angry wasp bite on a sweltering August afternoon. “By the way, did you notice that I stole one of your hoodies from the hamper before I left for the airport?”

“God, Hel, I don’t care anymore. Did you really just call to make fun of me? I’m going to bed—”

His tone was harsher than intended and for one moment he thought he had heard her cry. She was uncharacteristically quiet until her soft voice broke the silence.

“I just couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to smell your scent until Easter… After those hopeless dates, I cuddle up with it at night, burying my face in it, imagining it is your chest…” she trailed off, taking a dramatic inhale to demonstrate her case. “Do you want to know what else I cannot help but do, Aemond?”

He groaned, aggravated, ready to just put down the phone and walk away from the conversation. Still, a tiny spark of curiosity burned inside of him.

“Enlighten me, Hel.”

“When I think back to the way your lips tasted, the way your tongue teased me ever so slightly…the way your breath felt on my skin, warm and comforting…” a delicious exhale sounded through the receiver, sweet and soft. “...in moments like these…I just cannot help but let my fingers wander down between my thighs…”

Aemond dropped the receiver, his eyes raced across the abandoned common room, usually filled with students and shameless laughter. He seldom spent time here, not at all eager to socialize with kids who only attended the school because they thought it would look good on college applications, not caring even an ounce for God. He felt his cock strain against pajama pants, immediately twitching at the mention of Helaena’s feminine and pronounced thighs, plush and comforting, especially when she wore that one dress that so deliciously hugged her—

“Shhh, Helaena. You cannot say stuff like this, I’m in the common room, and—” His eye wandered to the crotch of his pants, tight and uncomfortable. (But he couldn’t say that, could he? That would mean defeat, and she so desperately wanted him to lose this game.) Instead, he glanced over to the closed wooden door, the entire house silent. “Arryk’s room is literally right there, what if he heard me?”

“Well, I’m not asking you to talk, am I? Only that you listen to me share my little secret. After all, you always talk about how important confessions are to keep a pure heart. So, can you do that for me, Aemond?”

He gulped heavily, eye still fixed on that wooden door, following the deep brown grain of the material to distract himself from the heat pooling at the bottom of his spine.

He shouldn’t. He was a good boy. His mother’s favorite.

He would not succumb to temptation; he had just sworn that in his nightly prayer before bed. But he was only a teenager. He may have been resistant to the charms of others, but in Helaena’s hands, his willpower melted like the faintly sweet sacred communion on his tongue during Sunday service.

God would turn a blind eye. Just tonight.

He licked his lips, making a mental note to get up extra early the next day to make it to the chapel before daybreak. For tonight, he would sin.

“...yes…”

“I cannot help it, Aemond. I try to be attracted to those guys, hoping that I’ll fall for one of them. But when they kiss me…” his sister paused on the other line, rustling around a bit as if she was readjusting her position. “I feel nothing.”

Aemond’s heart rate quickened, and he almost feared she could hear it through the phone.

“I hate to admit it but the only person I wish to touch me that way is you, little brother. I lay awake at night, all pent up and aroused from sitting on those thoughts about you all day, and let my fingers trail down over the flimsy fabric of my PJs. The ones you like so much, do you remember?”

“...the strawberry ones…?”

“Mhm, those are the ones…I slide my hand down under the elastic of those short shorts until I realize that I did not put any panties on before bed. What do you say to that, brother? How clumsy of me…”

“...mom would be so upset if she knew about that.” He mumbled, his hand thoughtlessly wandering to the hardness in his pants, cupping it over the fabric.

“But you won’t tell on me, will ya? That I touch myself ever so slightly down there between my legs, imagining it is your hand, your mouth, your—”

He groaned quietly; his hand automatically rushed to his mouth as if to stuff the sound back down his throat.

He had exposed himself.

Aemond squeezed his eye shut, wishing the earth would swallow him up before his sister could make fun of him. Instead, a soft whimper echoed through the speaker.

“I cannot hide it any longer, Aemond. Thinking of you kissing me down there, swirling your tongue over my pussy until I am begging for more, aching for your cock to fill that emptiness inside of me, to fill me…” her words became breathless and Aemond almost lost it, his vision going white despite hardly touching himself.

“Wouldn’t you like that, little brother? Fucking your big sister while everyone else is sleeping? Pushing my head into the pillow to drown out my moans?”

Aemond’s breaths turned into desperate panting, the grip on his erection tightening with each raspy moan from his sister. He could not last much longer.

“I may not be a virgin anymore, Aemond, but I promise I will scream your name like it is the first time I have ever been fucked in my life…”

“Hel, I’m—” He gritted out as he bucked against his palm, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

At that moment, he did not care about Arryk, or any of the other boys living in the dorm. His mind only focused on the image of his sister under him, squirming and her pretty pink breasts lightly bouncing with each of his thrusts.

A giggle broke the silence, and Helaena audibly struggled to keep her composure.

“Did I make you feel good, Aemond?”

His eye fell on the wet spot on his thigh, the material sticking awkwardly to his body and exposing the outline of his now limp cock, drained of all arousal and lust. It felt like he had for once purged all his demons, but the shame already sat deep in his neck.

“Uh-huh.”

“Well then, make sure to unblock my number. You kind of owe me.”

With those words, she hung up the call, leaving only the aggravated beeping of the dead line chiming from the receiver as he sat there, dumbfounded at his predicament. He went upstairs, head low in shame, and unblocked Helaena’s contact before rushing into the bathroom to wash up and attempt to rinse the stain out of his pants (to no avail but he’d rather be caught dead than have anyone see a semen-stained clothing item in the community laundry room). Tucked back into his bed, a notification on the screen of his phone illuminated the darkness of his room.

A message from Helaena.

“Good boy.”

Today.

While they had been absent, Alicent and Daeron had cleared the table, and Rhaena tried her best to keep the kids away from the dessert table, giving them a brief slap on the wrist as they reached for the decadent cake.

“Oh Aemond, how is Rhaenyra feeling? Did you find her?” His mother inquired, fumbling around with a dish towel as she dried one of the plates. She hardly looked at him, but she had always had an excellent ability to distinguish who entered the room solely based on the sounds of their footsteps.

He quietly stalked to the other side of the living room hoping to retrieve his book and then find some nonsensical excuse to retire to his room early. After the events that had just transpired, he could not stand the thought of spending as much as another second with his family full of harlots.

“Where are you rushing off to? You know how important dad takes his traditions,” Helaena asked, placing her hand softly against his chest as he attempted to rush out of the living room. Dismissively, he shook her hand away.

“Not now, Helaena. Not here. We are in deep trouble thanks to your clumsiness. You didn’t close the door all the way last night, did you?” He hissed at her lowly, his tone harsher than he had intended. She looked like his words physically pained her, flinching at each word he spat at her.

“Oh, come on, nobody is even looking at us. You’re being paranoid.” She attempted to grab for his hand again, but he dodged her irritably. “Not this time, Hel.”

At this, she finally paid attention to his tense posture, not a single sign of sarcasm on his face. Her eyes were full of concern, wide and piercing him with her intense gaze. “Aemond, what happened down there?”

“Criston happened. He knows…about us!” he gritted out between his teeth, his reaction noticeably frightening Helaena.

As if on cue, Criston barged into the living room with Aegon and Rhaenyra in tow.

“Look who I just found, Mister and Missus big business!”

His voice was much too loud for the relaxed atmosphere of the family party as he carelessly rummaged through the fridge for a bottle of Gatorade, which he thrust into the air triumphantly.

“To the two career-people of the year, Aegon and Rhaenyra!” Both of them looked physically uncomfortable by the sudden attention his toast attracted to them, still flustered.

The rest of the family was dumbfounded, but raised their glasses nonetheless, albeit exchanging wary looks with one another.

“Well, what are we gonna do about it?” Helaena whispered quietly, still leaning too close to Aemond than he was comfortable with. “It’s not like we can unfuck each other—”

“Shh! Or do you want mom to overhear us? She would ensure Viserys disowns us both.” Still, Aemond’s fingers found the little dip at Helaena’s hips, lingering there for just a second longer as if they had always been at home there.

A carnal resentment started to boil in his gut as he observed his sister in the corner of his eye, the way she naturally leaned into him, seeking refuge behind his broad build. It always surprised him how different she was when it was just the two of them, much more demanding and outspoken compared to the shy and timid girl who barely met anybody’s eyes at the dinner table.

He had always thought she only played a role when she was with him, but after their kiss five years ago, it had dawned on him that he may be the only person she truly felt safe with. (And of course, the fact that they shared an incestuous secret with each other that they could never speak of and that put him about a million prayers into debt certainly helped her case.)

It was an anomaly, a thing nature usually protects its children from by having the pheromones of your kin smell abhorrent to you, yet Helaena’s scent was the sweetest thing he had ever smelt. He had spent countless hours in the library, researching the chemical markers and trying to piece together why such a key part of human evolution was not present in him. Absent-mindedly, his fingers reached for his crucifix necklace, probing whether it was still there or if God had abandoned them as basic human biology long did.

They had put down ground rules to guarantee their arrangement would work. A codex to ensure they would not get caught and to calm down the screaming inside of his head that he was committing crimes beyond redemption. They always used at least two methods of birth control to minimize the chance of having a life flourish from these acts of depravity, even setting up an appointment for an IUD insertion.

At first, she had laughed at him for his vigilance, mocking his paranoia about being as much as a day late for her period, but Aemond knew the second she fell pregnant, all their efforts were nullified, exposing years of unlawful behavior. Secretly, he wished for nothing more than to create a life with his sister, but he also knew he would never have the strength to support a termination, no matter how fiercely he feared the wrath of their family.

A sentimental feeling bloomed in him as he thought of the sweet and tender nights he had shared with Helaena, her body wrapped around his like a weighted blanket, clutching for him like he was all she needed to be content in this world of sin. Salvation never felt closer than when he felt her breath on his bare chest, the strands of her silver mane tickling his nose.

Memories of the countless evenings she had stopped by at the art gallery when he was working a slow late shift (which was both frequent as well as pointless given the god-awful selection in artwork and dwindling number in visitors even during peak hours), the two of them giggling as they strolled down the long hallways, playing a game of guessing the names of the colors the artists had used. Helaena usually won. The perks of working in the creative industry. Sometimes he would guess wrong on purpose just to see her get all giddy when she won, so he could treat her to a cup of frozen custard from the ice cream parlor next door. Those were his favorite kisses; when her lips were all cool and sticky, the sugary taste of strawberry still lingering on her skin.

They would lay on the ground on the top story of the building with the glass ceiling, spending hours just staring at the stars and rolling over to share a tender kiss occasionally. Every time he kissed her forehead, he thought how lucky he was that the one person he loves has always been by his side, sitting in the first row of every single one of the defining moments of his life, a deeper understanding than any other human relationship would ever get close to.

His gaze then fell on Aegon and Rhaenyra, two messy excuses for humans, looking like they had just gotten into a fierce fight with a tornado and lost by a long shot.

They disgusted him with their tussled hair and flushed swollen lips, Rhaenyra’s hair still wet and lipstick smudged right across her chin. Reflexively, the muscles in his jaw tensed and it took Helaena pinching him in his biceps to notice he was audibly gritting his teeth.

They were nothing like him and Helaena. Nothing but two animals driven by their uncontrolled hormones, following all demands of their id as if they had been born without a superego. What he and Helaena shared was something so clean, so pure, he could devour all grand pieces of literature in the world, yet never find a word even close to describing the feelings he harbored for her.

If the connection between Rhaenyra and Aegon were a wild forest fire engulfing everything around them with their passion and rash decisions, Aemond’s love for his sister was a calm Sunday morning at Church, virtuous and bringing him closer to salvation. (Though the sexual aspect of their relationship could be perceived as sinful, he viewed it as something honest and dear, a mere expression of the love blossoming within them. Mourning his virginity would not do him any good, given that he lost it to the only person he ever found himself capable of loving)

How dare they stand there, still dripping in perversion, flaunting their promiscuity in front of the entire family as if it was a casual thing?

It filled him with resentment, making him think of all the stomach aches he had to endure, the guilt eating him inside out as he couldn’t help but crave the forbidden flesh. Yet they stood there, not a care in the world, a married woman, and her brother, her superior. Wrong on more levels than he dared to think about while loving the person who allowed him to feel comfortable in his own skin ostracized him further and further from the acceptable norm.

Of course, they would make an exception for daddy’s golden child and the CEO brat. They might even claim Aegon is adopted so the two of them could have a happy ever after.

Viserys clapped his hands together, ripping him out of his murderous daydreams.

“Everyone, grab your strips of paper and a pen, we want to have our wishes ready before the New Year! Burning them after midnight will bring us bad luck!”

His nephews rushed past him to the table and started scribbling down their words so hard, he almost thought they wanted to engrave the table beneath the paper as well.

He himself picked up a scrap, but he knew better than to write his resolution in English since his brother had the nosy habit of reading them out loud.

“Vollo esse honesta.” I want to be honorable.

Taking Latin in high school while everyone else learned French or Spanish sure had its perks (even if it had meant that he used to be one of five students in the classroom, three of which had been homeschooled their entire life and had zero concept of how a regular human interaction should transpire).

His older brother squinted at the paper as if that would make the foreign language any easier to decipher for him.

“The fuck is that Aemond? Did you read too much Harry Potter again and are now trying to hex our family?”

“You mean The Metamorphoses?” Aemond huffed unnerved.

“Isn’t that the one where the guy is chilling in his room while cosplaying as a beetle?”

“No, Aegon, that’s the Metamorphosis- singular. Kafka. I’m talking about the book written by Ovid in the year 8.”

Aegon seemed to contemplate this for a second before cocking a brow and screwing his face into a grimace as he looked up from the sticker of his beer bottle. “They already had words back then?”

He could not help but scoff at the face Aegon was making and caught Baela hitting her palm against her forehead, seemingly baffled that a single person could carry so much stupidity within them.

“Alright, let’s wrap it up with the positive resolutions, people. Joffrey, Luke, how about you set a good example and share your wishes with the family?” Viserys had that tender expression on him that he only ever carried when looking at his eldest child and her offspring. In all his 23 years of life, Aemond had never been able to evoke that expression on his father.

Little Joffrey blushed and awkwardly twisted the piece of paper between his fingers, the damp fingertips already smearing the ink. “Do I have to, grandpa? It’s kind of embarrassing…” he mumbled, eyes fixed on the hazy words.

“Nonsense, we are all family here, buddy! No need to be embarrassed.”

Only Viserys could be so blind as to not see the tension that had cut through the bond in their family. This was anything but a safe space, especially given the way Alicent’s face twisted in pure disgust whenever she looked at Rhaenyra’s oldest children, born out of wedlock with a man she never intended to marry in favor of living her best life.

The boy’s gaze rushed to his mother, who gave him an affirmative nod, nudging him to follow his grandfather’s instructions. His hand tugged at the rim of his shirt.

“I…I guess…” he stammered, stepping from one foot to the other. “I guess I just want to spend more time with Daddy.”

Maybe Aemond was mistaken, but he thought he saw a single tear slide down his cheeks, his helpless eyes scouring the rest of the attendees in search of approval. An awkward silence fell upon the room, not even the awful house-music mix that Cole had put on could drown out the suspense. The sound of Alicent clearing her throat only amplified the tension.

“Actually…” Jace rose to his feet, fixing his tie, “I wrote the same thing, Joff.”

The little boy’s eyes glimmered with hope, looking at his oldest brother in awe.

“Me too, Joffrey,” Luke announced, mimicking his brother, and standing up.

Aemond caught the fraternal twins exchanging a quick glance with each other before rising to their feet as well “Us too. You are not on your own in this.”

That was too much for Joffrey’s little heart and he rushed to his siblings, who took him in for a warm hug immediately.

“Well then,” Viserys’ announced. “Let’s head outside to burn our wishes, set them free into the universe, and ring in the New Year with some fireworks, shall we?”

Aemond hated this part of the night, even more so than a couple of years ago. Knowing that Helaena carried the same feelings in her heart as him, but still not being able to give her a New Year’s kiss due to the presence of their relatives always stung.

They usually tried to be clever about it, taking turns in subtly excusing themselves for a quick bathroom break at midnight and secretly sneaking off to share their sweet and innocent kiss (even if it took everything in them to not have it escalate into a full-fledged session of passion given their suppressed cravings and subsequently ruining Helaena’s peachy lipstick).

But they already did that last year. Doing it two years in a row may attract unwanted attention to their behavioral pattern, and the last thing they needed were any more curious noses in their business.

The hungry flames of the bonfire flared higher as each of them dropped their wish into its mouth, sparks flying left and right. Soon, the first premature fireworks started illuminating the sky in vibrant shades of crimson and lime green, the initial sound of the explosion making all of them jump in surprise.

“Five…Four…Three…Two…One… Happy New Year!” Alicent yelled, wrapping her hands around Viserys’ neck, and placing a chaste peck on his lips.

“Don’t be sad mom, we can be your New Year’s Kiss!” Luke exclaimed and kissed Rhaenyra’s cheek, which was glowing with pride.

They really thought they were the perfect family, yet where was their deadbeat dad, the second of his kind in Rhaenyra’s life? No, Aemond’s family may have issues, but at least they were not adulterous heathens— his gaze fell to Aegon and Criston who attempted to tornado a bottle of Corona, but Criston started choking and spitting the beer all over himself and Aegon.

…okay, maybe they were.

But at least his intentions with Helaena were pure. Gently, his fingers interlaced with hers, pulling her in for an innocent little hug, burying his face into her hair and inhaling the faint smell of vanilla lingering in her locks

“Happy New Year, sweet sister. To another year together.” Helaena exhaled deliciously before whispering “Celebration in your room as usual?”

“Of course.”

A roaring in the garage interrupted the scene of utter serenity on the terrace, the engine of a beat-down sports car howling for somebody to put it out of its misery. There was only a single family member who still drove a gasoline-powered car, and if he had the audacity to show up right now, there would be other liquids that got spilled aside from a bit of beer.

All eyes wandered to the figure standing in the frame of the terrace door, the strands of his white hair sticky as if drenched in simple syrup. There was no question he was beyond intoxicated, but much rather how he managed to operate a vehicle safely to the family estate without annihilating half of the town.

“So that’s the kind of wife you are, huh? Mingling and playing happy family with the people who backstab their own kin.”

Chapter Text

He could still vividly remember the sick feeling that had taken root in his stomach that morning, when Viserys’ phone started ringing while he was in the middle of devouring his hearty breakfast plate. With a shrill screech, Viserys’ fork hit the porcelain, making Helaena flinch. Aegon had known that something was wrong back then. It wasn’t his work phone but his personal one that disrupted the false harmony of the family meal— sometimes those supposed sacred family bonding times felt more like Alicent was rehearsing her mimicry and wording for lighthearted dinner conversations for the next time they met with Rhaenyra’s side of the family. It was even more obvious something was amiss when Viserys had rushed out of the room, slamming the door to his office behind him, only a loud groan of frustration creeping from underneath his door frame.

The silence in the dining room had been so loud, Alicent had gotten up to turn on the Church radio station of the sound system, some foreign lamentations echoing through the tense atmosphere while they kept poking at their platters, unsure whether they wanted to still sit at the table when Viserys came back out. In his mind, Aegon had gone over all possible reasons why Viserys could have been mad at him— and the Lord knows there were ample.

His SAT scores were due to be sent out, and the neighbors had recently caught him smoking a cigarette at the local gas station and given him a lecture on the dangers of smoking in risky locations. (As if. Everyone knows that petrol these days doesn’t burn like it used to back when they were teenagers. It wasn’t his fault they were too pussy to enjoy life fully and let the world’s arbitrary rules and hindrances destroy their happiness!).

He also recently hid Aemond’s eyepatch so his little brother had to run around school with one of Daeron’s Paw Patrol plasters which made him even more of a target for bullying than he already was. Granted, the fact that his brother kept citing Antigone as an example of bullying in classic literature and calling his tormentors unoriginal hardly helped his case. After that incident, he was enrolled in an out-of-state Catholic boarding school and finished his freshman year, as well as the rest of his high school career there.

By the time Viserys came out, gritting his teeth and jaw so tense, Aegon almost wanted to call 911 to report a case of the elderly accidentally abusing MDMA; his mother had picked her cuticles raw, pearls of blood staining the white cloth napkin on her lap.

“My love, who was—” was all she could get out before Viserys slammed his balled fist on the table in frustration, mumbling something about Daemon, marriage…and Rhaenyra. Aegon felt his blood run cold at the mention of his older sister, his stomach twisting at the thought of her entering yet another marriage.

It had always comforted him— that bare skin on her ring finger, seeing her flaunt it with pride. A silly fantasy maybe, but knowing there wasn’t a ring on her finger made his delusions feel less far-fetched. Rationally, Aegon knew that incestuous relations were wrong, after all, he had heard enough Sweet Home Alabama jokes when they had looked at their messed-up family tree in the past. Because while modern-day Targaryens looked down on the practice, it seemed like their ancestors never deemed anyone outside of their blood worthy of their adoration.

(Or they just lacked the motivation to venture out what else might be out there- which Aegon understood, knowing that there stood as little of a chance he would one day call Rhaenyra his. Or even just to have her for a night – he was willing to accept any scraps she could offer him, the golden child of the family that seemed to be able to do no wrong. Because there still stood a chance their father’s pure perception of her could rub off on him with any amount of physical contact between the two.)

Aegon could handle boyfriends. He was even willing to play nice with Rhaenyra’s baby daddy, Harwin, give him compliments on his workout progress, and join him for the occasional Monday morning gym session. Sure, he’d pay for it by having the worst joint pain he had ever experienced, but at least it meant getting invited over for lunch at Nyra’s place. When done right, he sometimes even had time to go through her bathroom on the hunt for a sporadic piece of worn underwear he could pocket for lonely nights. A fair price, he decided.

But now all that was in vain— there was no way Daemon would get him close to Nyra, let alone her personal belongings. He really should have stocked up on panties the last time he was over for Thanksgiving.

Aegon’s chair scraped against the deep chestnut floor, an ugly sound as he rose to his feet, despite hearing his mother yell for him to sit back down and stop being a disrespectful brat. Aegon had heard enough. When he got to his room, he retrieved one of the photos of Rhaenyra holding him when he was still a baby, looking at him with such admiration and kindness, he felt his heart pinch. She was not Daemon’s to claim. If anyone would have his elder sister’s hand, it would be him. He would make sure of that.

All he needed was Daemon to give him a reason to get involved.

And tonight, after nine years of watching their mess of a marriage from the sidelines, Daemon gave him plenty.

Cocking his head challengingly, Daemon stepped closer to Rhaenyra, his mouth twisted in a sinister smile. “You really think you can embarrass me in front of everyone, huh? Who do you even think you are? Nothing but a little nepotism baby who can only keep her job because her little brother is in charge.”

Daemon continuously closed the distance between the two of them, until he practically only breathed in Rhaenyra’s oxygen. If Aegon didn’t know any better, he may have guessed they were about to kiss, feeling his own fists clench at the thought. He saw his mother’s big eyes frantically roaming from each person in the room to the next, urging anyone to do something before anything bad could happen. Rhaenyra on the other hand remained calm, not moving as much as an inch, straightening her posture and meeting him with a stone-cold expression, completely unphased.

“There is no need for me to embarrass you, dear husband. You already are doing a sufficient job yourself— unlike the one you got fired from.”

Aegon could see the muscles in Daemon’s neck flex as he deeply inhaled. “How fucking dare you, you spoiled—” he spat at her, his hand reaching for her face. The words may have gotten stuck in his throat, yet he wasn’t fooling anyone with what he had been planning on doing. Even his younger brother shot Aegon a look that was conveying something along the lines of Are we about to be first-hand witnesses for a spousal abuse case in family court?

But what worried him far more was how Rhaenyra did not flinch but rather smiled at her husband, amused that he had laid the most wretched part of his personality open for everyone to see. Sure, she looked badass standing up to him, not letting him intimidate her, but the implications did burn like hydrogen peroxide on an open wound. There was no doubt in his mind that this must be a regular occurrence in their household, their children already used to the tumultuous moods of their father figure.

But he could not stand for it. Would not stand for it. Not tonight.

“What a brave man you are, Daemon. Attacking a woman for having more work ethic in her little toe than you ever could,” Aegon felt the words leave his mouth, simultaneously the sharp looks of his family members piercing into him. His mother would give him hell for getting involved, but who else was going to come to her defense?

“Who asked you for your opinion, you overgrown man-child?” Daemon turned his head in Aegon’s direction, briefly pulling his attention away from his wife and loosening the grip around her upper arm.

It was almost too easy to anger Daemon, all of the countless anger management seminars the company had sent him to wasted for nothing. Aegon could have simply pocketed that money and gifted Rhaenyra a Birkin for that price. Hindsight is 20/20.

“Well, I suppose you did, given that you constantly bitch and moan about wanting to know the reason why you were laid off. And now you’re finally getting your answer: because nobody likes you. Neither your former coworkers, nor your employees.” Aegon could have stopped there, given the way Daemon jutted his jaw already ready to explode. But where would be the fun in that? “God, can’t you see the way your own kids look at you with pure disgust, hoping they will never turn out like you?”

He could see Daemon shoot a glance at his twin daughters, but Baela and Jacaerys had formed a protective wall in front of Rhaena who was seemingly more sensitive to the sharp tone echoing through the house, wincing when she noticed her father’s gaze on her. Even an outsider could have pinpointed the look in their eyes, a mixture of fear and pure resentment.

“The reason I fired you was that you neglected your responsibilities…” Aegon stared Daemon directly into his eyes and felt the corner of his lips twitch—the same ones that had just been pressed to the cunt of Daemon’s wife an hour earlier. He wanted to control himself, keep the peace and only get Rhaenyra out of danger. But Daemon had gone too far. And this time, he had enough reason to go for the kill. “...besides, judging from the way your wife’s office attire gets flimsier by the day, I’d say you are also underperforming in another department.”

As if a switch had flipped in him, Daemon raced towards Aegon, fists balled and stomping as if he was going to war. “You little—” he hissed, the veins on the back of his hands protruding.

Aegon knew he would get hit. Judging by the rage glimmering in Daemon’s eyes, there was no denying he was out for blood. It wasn’t a question of whether he would get punched, but how many teeth he may lose upon impact. Given the ferocity in Daemon’s walk, he guessed three, maybe only two if he was incredibly lucky. He would need to take it like a man, there was no room for him to flinch when his own sister was so unaffected by her husband’s brutality.

He allowed himself a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath mentally preparing himself for the pain that would soon encompass his body. But instead of the pain, a deep voice cut through the air.

“Daemon, out!” Merely two words but came from the mouth of the head of the family, however, they said more than Daemon’s tantrums ever could. Viserys gave Daemon a sharp glare, determined to stand his ground. “You have overstayed your welcome. Do us all a favor and go home with your wife and reflect on how you treat those around you after you sober up.”

Only now did Aegon notice he had been holding his breath, the pressure leaving him instantly. Usually, harsh words of that nature were solely reserved for him, so it came as a huge relief to Aegon to not be the target of his father’s wrath for once. His mother shuffled beside him in the direction of Rhaenyra, grasping for her wrists.

“The boys can spend the night here and I will call Laena to pick up the girls for the night. We’ll make them think it will be a fun little sleepover. You just get him home safe, and we can bring by his car tomorrow. I am sure you could use the quiet to discuss some things between the two of you.”

The thought of Rhaenyra leaving with Daemon after the scene they had just witnessed made Aegon sick to his stomach. Yet, realistically he knew that not even Daemon was reckless enough to try anything after his performance.

He had to bite his tongue not to mention the fact that Rhaenyra was also not much soberer than her husband, but right now was not the time to stir up more drama. As long as Rhaenyra didn’t encounter a stop sign on the way home and waited for it to turn green like he once did, driving high was probably the lesser evil. She may go 20 miles under the speed limit, but at least they wouldn’t lie in a ditch from Daemon’s double vision.

It was an inconvenient time for a sleepover; out of all possible days, it was the one where he had the worst case of blue balls in his entire life. Before Nyra and her mess of a husband had left, she had slipped him a little something in the pocket of his dress pants, giving him a sly grin as she walked past him during their quick goodbyes.

She haphazardly gave him a little peck on the cheek, the way he saw the people in Aemond’s experimental French cinema greet each other, and lowly whispered in his ear. “I knew it was you who took them. Think of me when you touch yourself tonight.”

It had taken everything in him to keep his hands over the bulge forming in his pants, the material making it almost impossible to hide the stark outline. There was no need to look at what she had gifted him— he would have known the lacy material anywhere. And to add insult to injury, they were still warm and wet, a wetness he had caused.

All he wanted was a bit of time to enjoy Rhaenyra’s little present; instead he had to share a room with his brothers – one a repressed fanatic, the other a recent high school graduate with a deviated septum and sleep apnea.

As expected, Daeron was out cold, snoring before Aegon could even finish brushing his teeth, the unhealthy scratching sound of his throat emanating from his roll-out mattress on the floor. To his dismay, their parents had given Aemond’s room to the three Velaryon boys, as it was the biggest, and placed the youngest children in Daeron’s room.

Only Helaena was allowed to remain in her own bedroom, but then again, if they had given Helaena’s room up to her nephews, she wouldn’t have been able to rest in fear of them touching and messing up any of her belongings. Aegon was wrapped in his blanket on the bed, while Aemond groaned as he lowered himself on the cheap sleeping pad they used to use when Aegon used to have friends sleeping over (minus Criston, that one usually slept on the floor with nothing but a throw blanket).

The room was dark and quiet, only the flicker from the light in the hallway illuminating the room softly from the tiny slot beneath the door. It almost felt like their childhood all over again, when they used to go on skiing trips to Aspen and Alicent made all the boys share a room, hoping they would suddenly display the same brotherly bond Rhaenyra’s eldest had so effortlessly. Then again, if Aegon had been raised on love and nurtured by Rhaenyra’s hand, he may have turned out a different person altogether.

Falling asleep was difficult, the air feeling too thick and humid, and the size of the room not sufficient to house three separate mouth breathers. Let alone the constant noise coming from Daeron’s direction making Aegon want to rip his white hair out.

“Aegon…are you awake…? Aemond’s voice lurked through the silence, low and careful.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Just so you know, the two of us are nothing alike…” his younger brother stated, readjusting in his blanket.

“Yeah, I know. I’m much more handsome, you dickhead.” Aegon countered sarcastically, thinking that would be it for their nightly chit-chat.

“No, I truly mean it, Aegon. What Helaena and I have is nothing like what you are doing with Rhaenyra. Just so you don’t think we are—”

“Well, but you are fucking, aren’t you?” he interrupted his brother. It was late, his head was hurting from all of the drama this household thrived in, and he really did not feel like having his little brother lecture him about when and what kind of incest was acceptable. He knew that Aemond would flip if he ever found out about him and Nyra, but with Aemond being guilty of the same charge, his tolerance for Aemond’s righteousness was nonexistent.

“Well, yeah, but…it is so much more than that. What we have is special,” Aemond stuttered, and based on his tone, it wasn’t clear whether he was trying to convince Aegon or himself.

Despite biting the inside of his cheek raw trying to suppress the laughter rolling up his throat, a little snicker escaped him. “What?” Aemond perched up like a dead man raised from the dead. He looked at Aegon in disbelief with a cocked brow.

“Sure thing, buddy. Keep telling yourself that.”

He saw Aemond’s good eye twitch in the liminal light coming from the doorway, a mix of mistrust and genuine hurt pulling at the corners of his mouth as he furrowed his brow.

“Not to crush your dreams or anything, Aemond, but everyone thinks that their relationship is special and unique. But at the end of the day, you are nothing but another sicko who fucks his sister. Better embrace it.” Aegon brushed him off, ready to just lean back and call it a night, but Aemond stared at him with so much resentment, he feared his brother would strangle him in his sleep.

“What do you know about my relationship, Aegon? You’ve never had a steady girlfriend either, so why should I listen to you of all people?”

Aegon chuckles lowly, wiping his hand over his face as if to rid himself of the smile that wasn’t planning on leaving his features anytime soon. He hadn’t been home in such a long time; he had almost forgotten how much of a kick he got out of teasing his little brother. Aemond was such an easy target, it was kind of sad Aegon hadn’t known about his relationship sooner…he could have used it to his advantage on multiple occasions.

But tonight was not the night for this, not after everything that had just transpired. Brotherly love on the other hand, could do wonders.

“Aemond, I’ve been on this earth a whole lot longer than you, and believe me, I know more about relationships than you. And have you ever considered I may have had a reason for not dating around…”

Aemond scrunched up his face, bringing his knees up to his chest and propping his chin on top of his kneecaps.

“Like what, erectile dysfunction from your hedonistic drug usage?” He shot back, not getting the memo yet that this was supposed to be a wholesome exchange that would mend their relationship by connecting over their lust for their older sisters.

He couldn’t help but sigh, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“...like having feelings for somebody all along.”

His younger brother’s eye grew wide, mouth agape.

“Oh…you mean for—”

He didn’t let Aemond finish that thought.

“...yeah of course. Who else?”

Aemond raised his hands, giving him a puzzled expression.

“I don’t know, I guess I just never considered it like this.”

“Sure you didn’t.” He tried adjusting his tone to sound nonchalant, but a tinge of hurt was still detectable. Aegon pressed his fingers against his temple, massaging them in aggravation. There was no denying he had a special reputation in his family, but having his brother not even consider that he may have feelings and inner motivations that did not stem from horniness was a bit of a blow to his self-esteem. Not wanting Aemond to see his face, he let himself fall back into the bed, the old springs of his childhood bed screeching in protest.

For a moment, it was completely quiet, even Daeron’s snores mellowed, but Aegon knew Aemond would spend the entire night ruminating on their conflict and the associated consequences. Even in childhood, he had always been prone to overthinking, which escalated into an outright obsession with praying and repenting his sins.

At one point, even their God-fearing mother had grown sick of his constant chanting, dragging him to a doctor because she read on some mid-western mom group on Facebook that he might be suffering from scrupulosity. (He wasn’t. Aemond was just really devoted to his faith.)

“You know I won’t tell on you, right, Aem? Like as much as I detest your holier-than-thou attitude and the way you constantly try to put others down for not vomiting up pseudo-intellectual literature references, you are still my little brother…” he took a deep breath, “...and I know that our parents would make your life living hell if they knew. I promise to keep my mouth shut as long as you do the same— if not I’ll make sure you find out firsthand whether there is a life after death.”

It was an olive branch, but also the only way Aegon could be sure to have his secret protected. He didn’t need to worry about Criston because even if he ever complained to anyone about Aegon’s relations with Rhaenyra, they would merely brush it off as jealousy about her never giving him a chance.

“Mhm, fair, I guess.”

Even after their agreement, Aegon’s brain is unable to find sleep, always gravitating back to the horrified expression on his younger brother’s face when Criston exposed his secret relationship.

He shouldn’t bring it up again. If he went about it the wrong way, Aemond might still lash out, especially given how protective he seemed of his relationship with Helaena.

“How long has it been going on?” he posed into the silence, almost wishing Aemond would just pretend to be asleep and put his worries to rest.

Aemond sat back up, staring right at Aegon. “What?”

“Your thing with Helaena. Obviously.”

The younger sat on the question for a moment, seemingly contemplating whether it was worth the risk giving up his most precious secret. With a deep inhale, his expression softened, dropping his guard. “Hm, I’d say around five years, give or take?”

Aegon let out a low whistle, thoroughly impressed. “Quite a large number of years of hiding just to get exposed by Criston, huh?”

Aemond grumbled something unintelligible, but Aegon didn’t let that deter him. “All this time I thought you were just a sexually frustrated virgin with an active subscription to the local incel society. Meanwhile, you were getting hot and heavy with our sister all along…”

Aemond interrupted him with a disapproving glare.

“Aegon, can we please not talk about this? My feelings for Helaena are pure and I don’t want to make this sexual…”

But Aegon didn’t pay Aemond’s words any mind.

“How did you even pull that off? And when did you even first do it? Since you were only really home for the holidays back—” As if he had been struck by lightning, Aegon bolted up, rolling over on his side, resting the side of his face on his fist.

“You sick son of a bitch! You fucked her while you were here on holiday, didn’t you?” Aemond flinched like a wounded dog upon the harsh word. He certainly was the kind to correct people that he was making love because he found any other expression too crude.

Even in the dim light he could see his brother’s cheeks flushing, averting his gaze in embarrassment. Aegon felt his skin grow tight as the widest smile spread over his features.

“I knew it! Which one was it? Thanksgiving? Christmas? Spring Break?” Still looking away from Aegon, Aemond started to mumble something so lowly, probably in hopes Aegon would just drop it. But there was no way Aegon would let this slide. “What was that?”

Aemond let his head hang, bracing himself for information he was about to give up.

“.... Easter. We had our first time on Easter.”

Now, he really didn’t leave Aegon a different option than to laugh out loud.

“No fucking way. Out of all Catholic holidays you choose the one where the main character dies? You are such an edgy fucker.”

“Oh, come on, Aegon, why would we have slept with each other on Good Friday? That’s a bit crude, don’t you think?” If Aemond would be able to hear himself, the irony may appear to him. But right now, he was blind as a bat to his own hypocrisy.

“Well, it couldn’t have been Easter Sunday, mom always has grandpa and the rest of her family over after the service…?” Aegon stated, but there was uncertainty in his voice.

“I never said we did it at home…” Aemond murmured, now bright red in the face, his hand fidgeting with his cross necklace. Aegon kept nudging him with his elbow playfully, but Aemond just let his body rock upon each impact, still willfully ignoring him.

“Where the hell else could you have done it?” Aegon continued prodding, reaching his fingers for Aemond’s eyepatch, which he pawed at like a cat. It was the most consistent option to get what he wanted from Aemond aside from bringing his faith into it. He had always been sensitive to people touching the area around his scar, and the eyepatch was especially taboo. He would basically divulge any information just to have people stop touching him. Tonight was no exception.

“Okay, okay, you little pest! Just knock it off already! It was in the church parking lot after the mass. When we told you guys we would pick up the carrot cake from the bakery… remember, we told you guys the place misplaced our order and that was why we were so late…”

Aegon absolutely lost it.

“Jesus fucking Christ, dude… some romantic you are,” he laughed, trying to calm himself down after every laugh, to no avail. “I would have taken you for the type to go all mushy and shit, decorating the room with rose petals and putting on some Celine Dione. Oh my fucking God, that is hilarious.”

Aemond glared at him, not at all appreciative of his brother humoring him.

“Aegon, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain…”

“Buddy, you just told me you fucked our sister after mass. If there is one reason why we’re going to hell, it sure ain’t going to be for a little cursing.”

Shame surfaced on Aemond’s features as he pressed out “I didn’t do it on purpose, it just…kind of happened?” with a shrug of his shoulders as if it was some nonchalant detail about the grocery shopping run.

“Really, Aemond? You’re going to play the I didn’t mean to slip my dick into Helaena in the church parking lot? Yeah, I’m so sure it was all an accident.”

“That’s not what I mean. I just mean we didn’t plan it… like we didn’t even have condoms there with us.”

“Okay so let me get this straight; your first time was with our sister on a holy holiday, AND you didn’t even use protection? No wonder you’re constantly praying…” He shook his head mockingly, a smile still on his lips.

“I mean Christ, Aemond. Even I use protection…” his mind wandered back to his escapade with Rhaenyra at the Christmas party, the bright red out of order sticker on the copy machine due to supposed “water damage”. He huffed slightly before adding, “...usually.”

Aemond only offered a semi-disinterested nod.

“Well it was Hel’s idea and her car anyways. And nobody saw us. At least I hope they didn’t. I really did not mean for it to be disrespectful to our church, but she was doing this grinding thing and I really didn’t want to mess up my good church pants.”

Aegon shot him a sharp look as if to ask whether he really thought his older brother was dumb enough to believe him that the cleanliness of his mass attire was the true reason behind his lewd behavior.

As always, Aemond cracked under his brother’s gaze.

“Okay, maybe it wasn’t just the pants. We had not seen each other in such a long time and then she just kissed me, and climbed on my lap, and the way her dress crept up her thighs I just—”

“No need to get all flustered, but that’s one hell of a first time for anything. I don’t think I would have had the balls for that at eighteen. So… respect for that I guess?” Aegon scratched the back of his head absentmindedly. He sure didn’t expect the conversation to head into that direction.

“So why haven’t you moved into Hel’s place yet? She has a spare bedroom that you could use as a cover right?” He knew that Aemond hated living at home, having each and every single one of his steps monitored and every choice questioned.

Aemond merely sighed at the suggestion. “Call me old-fashioned, but as the man in the relationship, I cannot justify mooching off our sister while I barely make enough to cover my gas expense. All my life, I imagined how I would one day provide for her, keep her happy, and not lack anything, and now, here I am, the only one who makes below minimum wage. It’s just… humiliating.” Aemond stammered, picking at his nails nervously before brushing one of his hands through his long hair.

“And living off of our dad is better?” Aegon burst out, barely keeping his laugh quiet enough not to wake up Daeron on the floor. “I mean technically, if it makes you feel any better, if you’re living off of Helaena, you are living off of me… and I’ve been a total waste of space for a majority of my life, so don’t sweat it.”

Aemond only gave him an appreciative nod, still deep in thought.

“And if you ever need a spot to… you know… feel free to use the guest room in my apartment as long as I’m not home. Mom doesn’t have a key for it.”

“Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?” His younger brother asked, unsure whether Aegon truly meant the words hanging in the room. Being constantly mocked by his older siblings growing up, it had left a streak of wariness in his heart.

“I don’t know. Feeling charitable in the season of giving, I guess.” Aegon shrugged.

“Aegon, that’s Christmas.”

“Yeah, yeah… whatever.” He grumbled lowly.

“How was it with you and Rhaenyra? Was today the first—?”

“What? Oh, no,” he laughed, shaking his head softly, “Copy room at work- Christmas party.”

Aemond raised his eyebrows, looking at his brother warily. “Wasn’t that kind of risky, being so public and all? Did you at least make sure to get rid of the copies?”

“Eh it was fine,” Aegon waved his hand. “Nobody cares when there is so much free booze flowing,” he gives his brother a wide smile before adding, “and I saved the copies for special days if you know what I mean…” with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Before he knew it, his words were muffled by Aemond hitting him with a pillow over the head. “Do you have any clue how much trouble that could get you into? If grandfather finds out, the both of you are dead.”

Irritated, Aegon rubbed the side of his face that got impacted by the pillow.

“Don’t worry about things you don’t understand, Aemond. You didn’t go to business school; how would you know how things work at a company?”

Only after the words were already out of his mouth did he notice the hurt on his little brother’s face, the corners of his lips pulling downwards in a grimace.

“Yeah, I probably don’t. Goodnight Aegon.” All previous humor was wiped from his features as he turned away, seemingly attempting to go back to sleep. The temperature of the room suddenly felt cooler than before, and an icy draft of indifference made Aegon’s bones ache.

“Aemond, come on… you know I didn’t mean it like that…” he pleaded, but his brother was done with him.

“Just forget about it, Aegon. It doesn’t matter. I don’t really care what any of you guys think. Even if you constantly let me know how much I disappointed everyone.”

Aegon propped his head on the knuckles of his fist, studying Aemond’s features. “You do know that they are wrong about you, right? Don’t listen to their bullshit, they just don’t understand that some people can’t be happy in the corporate world.”

“I mean you look pretty happy…” Aemond snapped at him, still hurt.

“Yeah, but I also only became a business major because I saw how proud dad always was of Nyra for following in his footsteps. I guess I wanted him to look at me the same way. But you remember how much of a fuck up I was in college, right? I almost didn’t graduate because I failed Managerial Accounting, like, three times because I knew that if I ever worked at dad’s company, grandpa would be the CFO anyways,” Aegon laughed softly, but Aemond still carried a hard expression on his face. “Look, all I’m saying is that they don’t know shit about how important your work will be for others.”

“You really think so?” Aemond’s eye grew wide, fixed at Aegon as if waiting for him to break out in a laugh and make fun of him again.

“Of course. I mean, shit, you’re going to be a fucking doctor getting people out of the darkest phases of their life- if that’s not admirable then I don’t know what is!” He tried for an earnest smile, one that would assure Aemond that his words were coming from a good place. Instead, Aemond wrinkled his brows in irritation and burst out into a low chuckle.

“You are such an idiot, that’s a medical doctor in psychiatry. I’m working on a doctorate degree in philosophy.”

Aegon only groaned as he let himself fall back into the pillow in aggravation, knowing that a lecture will follow soon because he didn’t know his shit on doctorate degrees. “So, you are the fucker that gives them their existential crisis then?”

His little brother rubbed over his forehead with the back of his palm, bobbing his head in denial. “Aegon, it’s so much more than that. Philosophy is the study of the fundamental nature of knowledge, reality, and existence— it encompasses every fiber of the human experience!” By the time Aemond finished his retelling of the textbook definition, his eye was glimmering with passion, like a little child talking about its newfound interest in dinosaurs. Aegon could only chuckle.

“Sure thing, buddy,” he nodded and rolled onto his other side, facing the wall before muttering under his breath, “Whatever that fucking means.”

The clock on his home screen read 3:04 when he woke up from the rapid vibration of his phone, the stark white neon light illuminating the room and making him squint. There are 3 missed calls on his notification center, as well as two messages. Aegon absentmindedly tapped them, opening a chat window. The first was a location pin, not too far from his parents’ house, the second simply read “pick me up.” Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen before a third message popped up. “please”.

Of course, all of them were from Rhaenyra.

Chapter Text

The sky was still dark, the scent of sulfur from all of the fireworks heavy in the air. Rhaenyra’s hand reached for the back of her neck, her muscles tense and aching to be finally given a rest. She really should have just stayed home and made up some excuse that one of the kids had caught the flu when Alicent invited them over for the party.

Maybe then she wouldn’t have ever gotten into that awful argument with her useless husband and she wouldn’t be sitting on the cool ground of a parking lot right now. (And of course, she may have never had that moment with her little brother in the bathroom. Even though realistically speaking, it was only a matter of time until the two of them would have ravished the other fueled by gluttony.)

The golden arches illuminated the back of her head with a comforting yellow glow. Oh, late-stage capitalistic America and its charming atmosphere. If she were in Europe or South America, she may be sitting in a cute little town right now on a bench surrounded by meadows, hills, or whatever else they have over there in their residential areas.

Unfortunately for her, the gloomy fast food parking lot with its 24-hour drive-through was the only thing close enough to her home that she could comfortably reach by foot without feeling like she was on her own odyssey.

The fog hung low, and if she allowed herself to get spooked, she may expect somebody to come to kidnap her right now. Lost in thought, she swayed her paper coffee cup, the glorified sewer water already gone cold and inedible, but she liked staring at her reflection. It reminded her that she was still herself and that maybe, just maybe not all was lost.

A blinding pair of headlights rolled up to her, making her arms reflexively shoot up to protect her sight. She just stared blankly at the road ahead of her, watching the cars drive by until the stark light of the car slowly died down and she heard a car door open and close. Heavy footsteps and the sound of plastic soles scraping over the asphalt made her raise her head, looking up at the man towering over her.

“McDonald’s, huh? This feels oddly similar to picking up your kid from a weekend with your ex-husband in a neutral public spot so you don’t get into an argument. Are you already practicing for your future with Daemon?” He smiled at her, extending his arm to help her to her feet.

She just shook her head softly and rolled her eyes, but still accepted his outstretched hand.

“Too soon? Well, it does make a beautiful spot to fight with your deadbeat baby daddy, Nyra. Gotta give you that.” Aegon mocked, giving her a bright grin.

It surprised her how fast he had gotten to her, especially given that he responded so quickly after she had reached out to him. She always thought he had his phone on Do Not Disturb at all hours of the day.

Rhaenyra playfully punched him in the shoulder before dusting off her dress, still the same one she had worn to the party.

They had hardly made it to the front door before Daemon escalated the situation, resorting to name-calling and threats—a clear sign that he had run out of sensible arguments to bring to the table. She had seen it countless times at company meetings; the second all points on his agenda were ticked off and the client still remained uncertain, he had escalated by calling them a pussy for allowing doubt to fuck their mind. Maybe it truly was for the best he was far away from the negotiation table.

“My place?” Aegon posed, leaning against the side of the car. He was in loungewear, possibly his pajamas. And judging by the tousled state of his hair, it was obvious he had been asleep not long ago. Still, his eyes were fixed on her, roaming over her body like she was a Hieronymus Bosch painting, trying not to miss out on any detail.

There was no question in her mind that he was already undressing her in his mind, and after tonight, she would gladly let him. Hell, she’d even allow him to lick her body clean with his tongue if he only asked nicely for it. Because even if the night had been one of the worst in their family history, she couldn’t help but have her mind slip to the image of her brother kneeling between her legs, making her entire frame shudder with a burning desire. Say what you want, but Aegon did have a special talent. It was a shame that it was restricted to the bedroom. (And the bathroom…and the copy room at work.)

Rhaenyra gave him a curt nod, and he swiftly opened the passenger door of his Audi R8 for her, allowing her to slide into the luxurious leather seats.

Aegon closed it after her before making his way around the car. He was such a gentleman with her. Not even Harwin used to do that. But then again, Harwin was really into feminism and thought that such gestures were infantilizing her and only reinforcing the archaic structures of the patriarchy. It was refreshing to get courted again and treated like she was a delight to be around.

The car was still new, the gasoline-like smell of plastic and adhesive straight out of the factory biting her nostrils. In a way, it was comforting, being able to just lay back and close her eyes, allowing herself a moment of peace and quiet. Much to her surprise, upon starting the engine, it wasn’t loud and bashful rap music that blared from the speakers, but a low melody of an Irish indie artist, lulling her to sleep.

“Since when do you listen to that kind of music?” she questioned, cocking her brow at the boy in the driver’s seat, distrusting.

“What, can I not enjoy more than one genre of music? I am not a fucking psychopath who can listen to obnoxious music all day, Nyra. Sometimes even I need downtime and relaxation.” His tone was mellow, but there was a tinge of disappointment in his voice, as if the assumption that he was just a party guy truly wounded him.

Aegon pressed a few buttons on the board computer, looking up the route to his apartment in the city. The screen showed an estimated travel duration of thirty-five minutes, so Rhaenyra allowed herself to sink into the seat, eyes closed and forehead leaning against the cool window.

Aegon did not attempt to engage her in any further conversation, simply leaving her be. Because even if they had not explicitly talked about what had transpired after Rhaenyra had taken Daemon home, he wasn’t an idiot. You don’t call your little brother in the middle of the night and then proceed to walk three miles in your evening gown to the next fast food parking lot because you want to get your daily steps in.

A soft palm stroking over her face woke Rhaenyra from her little nap. Disoriented, she blinked at him, turning her head and scanning the surroundings. “Where are we…?” she mumbled, trying to go back to sleep.

“Nyra, I’m sorry to wake you, but we’re here and I kinda don’t want the doorman to see me carry a semi-unconscious woman up to my apartment. Not that that has happened before. Obviously.” Aegon stated awkwardly, patting her cheek to keep her awake.

With a low grumble, she heaved herself up, and before she knew it, Aegon had opened the door for her, offering his arm to hold on to as they walked through the foyer of the apartment building. She hardly took note of the details, but its sheer size and the lavish interior still startled her.

Aegon gave a short nod to the concierge, who had greeted him with ‘Mr. Targaryen’ and a polite tip of the head, before swiping his card and calling the elevator for them. He lived on the top floor of the building, and much to her surprise, the elevator took them directly into his apartment.

It was so unlike anything she had imagined for him, with elegant chestnut flooring, the interior in a rich slate color palette, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling window front, overlooking the city. To say Aegon’s apartment was stunning would be an understatement— Rhaenyra had been to corporate conferences in the most extravagant five-star hotels around the globe, yet none of them had even come close to the sheer luxury of her little brother’s home.

“What, not what you expected my place to look like, big sister?” he called, taking off his coat and placing it on one of the hangers in his entryway wardrobe.

For some reason, he fit in here, and seeing him all grown up in this grand living space, she couldn’t help but feel a little hint of arousal spark between her legs. “No, no, it’s just…” She was at a loss for words, stepping from one foot to the other in an attempt to hide how attracted she was to him at that moment. For the first time, it clicked in her head— he was a CEO, fully self-sufficient, respected in his field, and the epitome of a young successful man. In short, he was everything she initially was attracted to in Daemon, only that all her husband’s confidence and supposed success were only a farce.

“It’s just that the last time I saw your room was on dad’s 50th birthday and your entire room was full of Pierce the Veil and My Chemical Romance posters with clothes cluttering every surface…I never thought…”

“That I would grow up?” Aegon teased, striding into the kitchen with long and intent steps. “Well, maybe now you see me for the man I am instead of the boy from back then, even though—” he easily snapped open the cap of a beer bottle, taking a quick sip. “— I don’t think a boy can eat pussy like that.” He flashed his eyebrows at her before turning back to the fridge, “So, can I get you anything? Water, a glass of wine, another orgasm perhaps?”

Nyra was exceptionally happy that his back was turned to her, because even without seeing her own reflection, she knew she was bright red, all the blood shooting to her neck and face (well, and a bit to that hot spot between her legs maybe, if she was honest with herself.) “Uh, water is fine, Aegon.” It sounds more like a question than an answer, and she knew that he was probably proud of having gotten her so flustered.

In an unsuccessful attempt to distract herself, her gaze panned over to the majestic flower bouquet in a Murano glass vase on top of the kitchen island, creamy whites and delicate hues of blue enriching the already elegant character of his home. She audibly cleared her throat before kicking off her heels into a corner of the entry hall. Aegon, having noticed her look at the flowers, gave her a short nod.

“These? Oh yeah, I’ve gotten them from some of the employees. Should be the other way around right? Boss getting the workers something nice for the new year as a way to say thank you,” he muttered, handing her the cool glass of water, all fogged with a few little drops running down the brim. “You should have read the card that they sent with it. Your husband would probably have murdered me on the spot if he knew…” He looked deep into her eyes. “Though I’d certainly find myself in an early grave if he knew about what transpired tonight,” Aegon admitted with a chuckle, taking her coat and laying it next to his own.

“You know, I am kind of glad you called so soon and are still in your clothes from the party, because if that asshole would have attempted to touch you and found you all sopping wet from your little brother eating you out, I would have definitely found an early end.” With a brisk wink, he took her coat, putting it next to his own.

In a way, she kind of liked the image of it.

His and hers. Sleek and clean design. Top-level apartments and luxury cars.

She fit so much better into this lifestyle compared to sitting next to her phone with a queasy stomach because her husband had not come home from last night’s bender with his buddies.

“Anyway, Nyra. I don’t want to pressure you into discussing anything you are uncomfortable with. Especially after the night you just had.”

He sighed deeply, before looking back at her. There was a certain somberness in his expression, almost as if it hurt him to think what may have happened between her and Daemon in the short time they were at her home.

“Feel free to take a shower, or a bath, or whatever you feel like. As much as I’d like to join you,” he said, winking, no real heat behind his words. “I think I’ll just crash on the couch for a bit and give you some space. If there is anything you need, just call. And you get the master bedroom. Obviously. It’s the least I can do.”

Rhaenyra cocked an eyebrow, uncertain whether her brother was joking. He never really struck her as a charitable man, and given the size of his apartment, there was no way he didn’t have at least one sizable bedroom.

“Are you sure…? It feels a bit wrong to ask you to pick me up and then kick you out of your bedroom on top of that. Just the couch is fine—”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nyra. I would never let you sleep on the couch. Besides, even if I don’t think Dameon would come looking for you here, keeping a close eye on the door won’t hurt.”

She gave him an appreciative nod, then followed after him through the refined hallway, up into the upper story of the loft. If she ever thought that the bathrooms in her father’s estate had been big, they had nothing on Aegon’s master bathroom. Fitting with the entire theme of the home, they were tasteful hues of slate and charcoal, modern and simplistic.

Her little brother rummaged through one of the cabinets, taking out a burgundy bag, and handing it to her.

“What—” she started, undoing the zipper and taking a peek inside. They were all of her usual toiletries, from her nighttime serum, eye cream, and favorite toothpaste to the same exact body wash she used at home.

“I am quite attentive, you know. And you should have been more careful who you let into your bathroom.” With a wink, he walked out of the door, letting it fall into the lock.

With Aegon outside, doing gods know what, Rhaenyra stepped into the shower and let the water heat up, the cabin fogging up and filling the entire bathroom with steam. In the meantime, she peeled herself out of the gown, her skin breaking out in goosebumps at the cool air inside the bathroom.

It was a desperately needed comfort, hearing the splattering of the warm water combined with the knowledge that nobody could hurt her here, nor disrupt her moment of relaxation. No kids to worry about, no angry husband who could kick open the door.

She walked over to the door connecting the bedroom to the bathroom, contemplating turning the lock just as a preventative measure the way she usually did at home, but something about the prospect of Aegon being able to slip in and join her excited her, so she decided against it, instead opening it just a tiny bit as an invitation.

Quickly slipping into the warm and damp shower cabin, the delicious steam immediately wrapped her body in a light mist. She couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh as the hot water hit her skin, washing off all negative emotions that had accumulated over the night. She closed her eyes, just focusing on the feeling of the water, letting it rinse her long white hair, cascading down her back like a waterfall.

Absentmindedly, she started lathering her body in shower gel, feeling the soap emulsify into a soft foam under her hands as she rubbed it in circular motions over her stomach, and shoulders until they slowly got closer to her breasts. A little moan escaped her lips as her fingers trailed over her nipples, thinking back to the way Aegon had sucked on them earlier that night, aching for his mouth to cup them and lick them clean with his tongue.

Taking a deep inhale, she imagined his tongue swirling over her nipples while his hands got busy exploring the sweet spot between her legs, teasing her ever so slightly. Though it wasn’t Aegon’s fingers that teased her down there, but her own, wandering to her fold only to already find it slick and swollen, begging for attention.

Oh, how she wished to feel her brother’s cock in her cunt right now, wanted him to fuck her senseless the way he did back at the office Christmas party, pumping into her so relentlessly, she was almost certain he had wanted to destroy her, claim her like a wild animal. If only she moaned his name loud enough, he may hear her and fulfill her wish, pressing her plump body hard against the cool glass frame of the shower, letting the outlines of her breasts make an imprint atop the layer of steam.

Reflexively, she maneuvered the showerhead to her tender spot, playing around with the settings a bit until the stream had the right intensity, gently making waves of pleasure ripple over her body. Her hand grasped for her breast, mimicking the way Aegon had touched her earlier, eagerly kneading it with a finger gliding over her peak until it hardened under her touch.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Even with the stimulation of the water and her own desperate fingers, she knew that she would not be able to orgasm from it. Not after the pleasure she had experienced when it was her little brother’s mouth devouring her cunt.

Much to her dismay, Aegon either didn’t hear her moans of pleasure or simply ignored her. After all, he did get a kick out of seeing her get all bothered, knowing that she was unable to handle any more without losing her mind. Despite the unadulterated arousal bubbling in her stomach, she put the showerhead back into its mount, turning the water off with an annoyed groan.

She needed to play the long game here. Simply walking up to Aegon and begging him to fuck her wouldn’t do. Especially since he loved when she behaved like the underfucked wife of an incompetent husband that she was. No, she wouldn’t feed his ego. He needed to be the one doing the begging tonight, especially after their little faux pas in the bathroom.

She smiled to herself. Never before had she taken much interest in dominating somebody or even taking on the role of a master or mommy.

Sure, she had had her fair share of liberating experiences with her first boyfriend Harwin, even learning quite a bit on how to properly peg a man, but usually, the power dynamic in these situations had always been roughly equal—shared experiences built on mutual respect and concern for the other person. Today, though, she had felt a twinkle of sadism glimmer in her heart.

Something about seeing a guy who seemingly had his life in order beg for release made bolts of warm arousal shoot through her. If she wanted to, she could easily destroy him.

After finishing her nighttime routine, she slipped into the clothes Aegon had laid out for her; one big t-shirt and a pair of boxers, both coming from his own closet, faintly smelling of him. She brought it closer to her face, taking a deep breath and letting the fragrance hit her. The scent of blood orange and a tinge of gunpowder and cypress made her heart skip faster. It was the same scent she had smelled as she had spasmed around his cock in the copy room when she had buried her head deep in the crock of his neck.

Wearing the shirt only made her arousal grow, the swollenness of her lower lips becoming more unbearable with each passing second. She tried to shake off the thoughts, attempting to convince herself to just go to bed and maybe, just maybe, if she was lucky, he would cave and simply crawl into bed with her at some point. But laying in his bed and attempting to fall asleep proved harder than expected. Because, with it being his bed, his smell clung tight onto the luxurious fabrics of the heavy down duvet and the soft silk pillowcase and the abundance of throw pillows cluttering the mattress.

Rhaenyra had never taken Aegon for such a put-together man, much less the kind of guy who would own decorative pillows. To be fair, she didn’t even expect him to own a bed frame or a cover for his duvet, but then again she had also not expected him to give her the most exhilarating orgasm of her life.

No matter how much she tossed and turned, all she could think of was Aegon and the way he had touched her. Soon, her thoughts trailed off to imagining how he would lie in bed at night, in the exact same spot where she was lying right now, his hand wandering under the elastic of his boxers and slowly pumping the length of his cock, thinking only of her. If there had been any truth to his statements, he even masturbated to the tape of them. The image of Aegon laying under his covers and frantically stroking himself to completion to the sound of Rhaenyra’s desperate screams on top of the copier made her cunt clench in frustration, the heat building in her crotch growing unbearable.

She had to do something. She could not remember the last time she had been this turned on in her life, cursing her seemingly insatiable appetite for her little half-brother. Defeated, she flicked on one of the bedside table lamps and propped herself up. He was taking so long to come to her. The fact that he hadn’t even attempted to lurk behind the door disappointed her to no extent, her brows furrowing in displeasure.

Then she remembered the multiple times Aegon had mentioned during casual break room conversation how well-versed he was in the world of pleasure and satisfaction. Even if it had only been his typically sexually charged banter with not much substance to it, it still filled Rhaenyra with curiosity. What if—

Sitting up, she reached for the top drawer of the bedside table. If there was anything she had learned over the span of her life, it was that people were way too careless when it came to hiding their sex toys. They always felt at ease with simply putting them in the top drawer of their night table, comforted by this false sense of security. Even Alicent had fallen for it. Not that Rhaenyra had actually sought it out (really, back then she was only looking for some heavy-duty painkillers right after she had given birth and she immediately had closed the drawer frantically after spotting the emerald-colored vibrating egg), but it still fascinated her. So really, who could blame her for taking a peek into Aegon’s most intimate fantasies?

The anticipation almost ate her alive as she slowly slid open the drawer. A disappointed sigh left her lips as only a couple of charging cables for various tech gadgets came into view, until—

There it was, that oh-so-familiar-looking cable, the one all regular users of adult toys could spot from a mile away with its oval shape and the two metal contact points. There was no doubt that it was a sex toy charger, yet, where was the…?

Quickly, she got out of bed, kneeling in front of the nightstand and hastily ripping open drawer after drawer, but all she found were bottles of over-the-counter extra-strength melatonin and a few spare pillowcases, and she almost wanted to give up her search until she saw a big black box calling her name from underneath the bed. With one swift motion, she retrieved it from its prison, removed the lid and—

Bingo.

There was a huge array of colorful silicone toys in front of her, all in various shapes and sizes. Some were just simple phallus-shaped dildos in generic colors, others intricate structures in sizes so obnoxiously big, they almost seemed impossible to insert into any human orifice. To say Rhaenyra was baffled would have been an understatement, some of the objects in the box were so unfamiliar to her, she wasn’t even sure how they could be used. But there was one toy that called her name loud and clear. It had a Y-shaped form and after fumbling around with the switches and buttons for a little bit, she managed to get it to vibrate in her hands. Eagerly, she pressed the buttons repeatedly, testing out the various modes before deciding which one she liked best. A smile tugged at her lips— she would definitely have some fun with this.

Trying to sleep knowing that Rhaenyra was in his apartment was harder than Aegon had anticipated. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself by scrolling through his social media feeds, cluttered with photos of women in skimpy dresses ringing in the new year by sabering a bottle of Moet & Chandon and squeaking once the white bubbly foam came pouring out. Criston would have gotten a kick out of this. He contemplated forwarding the post to him, but ultimately decided against it. The digital clock at the top of his phone screen read 4:28, so he even missed the grand opportunity to send it at the designated stoner time by a measly 8 minutes.

Exasperated, he sighed, clicked the power button on his phone, and slid it into the pocket of his sweatpants. He threw his head back, his entire body on edge with the thoughts of Rhaenyra standing under the shower only a couple of feet away, the melodic ripple of the water driving him insane. All it took was a few calculated steps and a quick turn of the doorknob and he would be able to see her in all her glory.

He could feast on the image of her full breasts getting rinsed by the warm water, imagined the tiny bubbles coating her silky smooth skin. The thought made his cock twitch in excitement and the material of his sweatpants suddenly felt way too constricting, making him feel claustrophobic.

Only now does he notice the other item in his pocket, the texture of the lace compressing under the pads of his fingers. Absentmindedly, he retrieved it from its hiding place, wondering whether any of Hel’s lacy bows had gotten into his pants during the wash.

It was quite annoying, having your laundry done at home. He knew that he should be appreciative and see it as a small luxury when he is home for the holidays, but still, he couldn’t help but detest it. Criston always murmured about how lucky Aegon was to have his mom do his laundry, but it just made him feel like an overgrown toddler.

He knew how to be self-sufficient. As the oldest and most rebellious of Alicent’s children, nobody had ever expected him to genuinely succeed in life. Of course, he had not taken many of his responsibilities as seriously as he should have when he had been younger, but in a way, that may have just been his way of coping with the strained relationship between himself and his parents and the constant burden of being the one that had robbed his mother of her youth.

And with it, her best friend.

Who was also his half-sister and the only person he was willing to abandon all morals for.

Something about her had always enticed him. Even when he was still a small boy, all he had wanted was to receive her praise. On the rare occasion, she had even played into it, giving him a kiss on the cheek when he had gotten his acceptance letter to her and father’s alma mater. They may have all known that Aegon had gotten the spot (and subsequent scholarship despite his below-average grades) because of his legacy status, but still, he had touched his cheek later that night when he had laid awake in bed, dreaming of how proud she would be if he majored in the same subject as her. Or if he managed to actually receive a degree.

But somewhere between September and December of his senior year, all this external reward from his sister had stopped taking such a high priority in his pursuit of a degree. It had always been given that upon completion of his Bachelor’s, he would get offered a position in the family company. It was the family custom and even if he may not have been the brightest student in his graduating class, there was always room for another Targaryen in management. He may not have gotten a role where his input was actually needed, but a job to mention in your curriculum vitae nonetheless.

It had been a gloomy November afternoon when he received a call from a number he had not recognized. He had just finished his last session of Organizational Behavior when his phone started ringing. Usually, he would have never picked up, but there had been this uncertain feeling of doom that spread in his chest, a feeling like his world was about to shatter irrevocably. Despite his wariness, he had picked up the call.

On the other line, a soft cry was audible, a voice that made his heart jump a bit in his chest. “Aegon, I just picked up dad from the doctor. If he stays in the office any longer, the stress may trigger another heart attack.”

From that moment on, he had worked towards doing things right. Not because it was expected of him—quite the opposite. Nobody had ever had much hope he would ever build up the motivation to graduate high school, or even apply to college.

When he had picked his major, his mother had lamented about maybe just picking something a bit easier that could still be applicable to the company. Easy, straight-forward, simple. Those were the words that usually fell in conversations concerning Aegon’s future. Because nobody had actually believed him to be competent enough to finish the projects he had started.

It may have been his drive for a better reputation, or it may have been nothing but pure spite that had fueled his sudden change in outlook. Against all odds, he promptly applied to a graduate school program that same day and even completed it with honors. Of course, everyone had originally taken it as a joke, but if there was anything he was, it was obsessive. Obsessive in regards to proving everybody around him wrong. But most importantly, obsessive with showing his older sister how much he had matured and that the conversation they had had back then had genuinely made him step up as a potential successor of his father.

Now, five years later, he was exactly that. And still, he had to fear his mother washing his expensive white button-downs with the colorful lacey bows which Helaena sometimes tossed into the washing machine with little regard to the type of clothing in the machine.

Fishing the item out of his pocket, his breath momentarily paused. Staring back at him was the same pair of black lace panties Rhaenyra had slipped him earlier that night. He had transferred them into his sweatpants in hopes he could get a moment alone with them once his brothers had woken up in the morning. He was going to simply pretend that he was still sleeping when they called him for breakfast and then come into the fabric right atop the place where Rhaenyra’s arousal had been.

But now, he had more than just a moment with them. And most importantly, he did not only need to rely on the vivid images in his head. Not when he possessed the one thing that guaranteed him an orgasm no matter the circumstances.

Slowly, he reached for the laptop lying on the table, flipping it open in one swift motion. His digits glided over the trackpad, the path to the folder already merely an act of sheer muscle memory. Every evening, he opened it, sometimes even a few times throughout the day when Rhaenyra was being a tease again and flaunting her delicious curves to him in the sinful attire she dared call her office wear.

With a tap to the fingerprint scanner, the folder allowed him entry, and after a short double click to the right side of the trackpad, a video opened. One displaying two very familiar frames on a very familiar copier. And of course, the oh-so-familiar time stamp in the corner reading 12-22-2022 11:56:24 PM.

As the moans emanating from the speakers of his computer echoed through the living room, he brought the worn clothing item closer to his face, the smell making his cock ache to be freed from its prison. He had stolen her panties for years now, covered his face with them when he was masturbating, licking them clean all while imagining it was Rhaenyra’s cunt that he had his mouth on. An exhilarating smell of musk and arousal, one that never failed to drive him crazy.

But today it was different. For the first time, he knew that the slick that had now dried was the product of his doing, the evidence that he had pushed her over the edge just as much as she did to him.

His eyes remained fixed on the frantic motions happening on the screen of his laptop when one of his hands wandered down the elastic of his pants, slipping past his underwear and grabbing hold of his length, already pulsing and angry at being neglected all night. Blue balls weren’t a thing he usually believed in, he had always written it off as some whiny excuse for guys to pressure women into sleeping with them. Also, it always seemed like the kind of thing that his younger brother Aemond would believe, and that alone made any argument seem illogical. Yet, with the low zapping pain jolting through his sac and entire groin region, he had his doubts about his prior judgment.

It was not that he hadn’t enjoyed eating Rhaenyra out, quite the contrary. He would sell a kidney just to lick her hands clean after a meal and worship the ground she walked on if she only said so.

But before his brother had disrupted their shared moment the way he knew how to ruin virtually anything non-fanatics found joy in, he had genuinely hoped they could have recreated their little escapade from the Christmas party, sans the time restriction. He may have fucked a fair share of women throughout his youth, yet none of them had had the same addicting character as his older sister. And honestly, nothing would ever get close to fucking the cunt you have been dreaming of all your life while jerking off to the fabric that had once covered it.

Since the video was quite short, he had to be quick about it, moving his fist faster and faster underneath the material of his sweatpants and pressing Rhaenyra’s lacy underwear tighter to his nostrils, taking a sharp inhale in an attempt to take in as much of her scent as his lungs allowed. He just wanted her to consume him, absorb every particle possible into his body, letting her make a home right there within him. He was almost there, the portion where his older sister’s legs started shaking and clamping around his buttocks in order to pull him closer and deeper, both of their breaths ragged and his pumps uncoordinated and choppy. Just a second longer and—

“Reminiscing in old memories, little brother?” Rhaenyra’s voice teased from behind him, making him jolt. As fast as he could, he stuffed the panties between the cushions, hoping she hadn’t seen them on his face (it was quite unlikely unless Rhaenyra had serious problems with her vision), and hastily withdrew his hand from his crotch, fumbling around with it awkwardly. Unfortunately for him, the main culprit, the loud audio of the security footage echoing through the room was still running, catching him right as he had collapsed on top of her and drained himself in her cunt. Ashamed, he reached for the laptop, attempting to slam it shut, but Rhaneyra placed her hand on his wrist, stopping him in his tracks.

“What, you thought you could sit here and watch the tape of you pressuring me into sleeping with you and just act like this didn’t happen?” She clicked her tongue, shaking her head mockingly.

“I’m not sure we have the same definition of pressuring, Nyra,” he murmured, pointing at the screen where she was clawing at his back. Even in the grainy footage from the low budget surveillance camera, the marks Rhaenyra’s nails had left on his skin that night were clearly visible. As if on cue, tape-Rhaenyra moaned out Aegon’s name as her legs started shaking.

“Really looks like it took a ton of convincing. I mean look at you, you were practically bored out of your mind…” He shot her a sarcastic glance over his shoulder, only now getting a good look at her.

And goddamn was she a sight for sore eyes. He had known what he was doing when he gave her one of his t-shirts, but she had taken the liberty of putting on one of his dress shirts instead. Even when he had dreamed about her wearing his clothes, he hadn’t expected it to look quite as erotic as it did. As expected, it was far too tight around her chest, her heavy breasts practically begging to be let out, the material straining on her stiff nipples.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you gave me a shirt that is too small for me on purpose.” He only gulped audibly, his gaze still wandering over her frame, but always magically pulled to the soft curves of her breasts.

“What I am far more concerned about though is the fact that you are such a lousy host. Sitting here, watching porn of your guest and getting yourself off, while your poor guest has to lay in bed, all by herself…” she tsked, stalking around the couch in slow and calculated steps until she was standing right before him, towering over him.

“You know, it’s quite disappointing you didn’t even attempt to give me company in the shower…I was so alone….” Rhaenyra playfully tugged at the hem of the shirt. “And then you put me in clothes that smell of you, making my mind race…” With a dramatic sigh, she started rubbing her hand over her opposite upper arm, pushing her breasts together. She may have played innocent, but she knew exactly what she was doing with that motion. “Really, you didn’t leave me any other choice but to snoop through your things, little brother…”

“What did you—” he started, but was cut off immediately.

“Uh, uh. No questions. Just imagine the anguish you have put me through, leaving me all alone in that cold bed of yours, in a room that smells so much like you with nothing on my mind but how you are stroking yourself to the thought of me each day…”

“Rhaenyra, what do you want from me? Do you want me to come sleep next to you?” He tried, attempting to sound apologetic when all that was on his mind was how it would feel to rip those clothes right off her body, laying next to her with his dick pressed against her swollen folds.

“You are such an awful listener. Didn’t I just say no questions? Now, I must say you surprised me. I sure did not take you for a monster fucker, but those toys in your collection tell a different story…”

“You went through my toys? Why the fuck would you even search for that?” Aegon exclaimed, feeling a flush rise up his cheeks.

“Well, I just thought I would teach you a few things from my book on proper hosting.” In one quick motion she lifted the hem of the dress shirt, revealing something tucked between her skin and the elastic of the boxer shorts.

“Because originally, I wanted to reward you for being such a good and patient boy tonight. So selfless and charitable…” Her fingers slipped under the elastic, pulling out the silicone toy which he recognized as his prostate massager and with a tap of her digit turned it on, “But given how greedy you are, I believe you are in need of a lesson.”

As if in slow motion, she got on her knees, carefully crawling towards him, her gaze locked with his until she came to a halt right between his legs. Challengingly, she flashed her eyebrows at him, before hooking her digits in the band of his sweatpants and steadily pulling them down.

Aegon squirmed under her fingers, attempting to stop her, but with the erection jumping up enthusiastically about its long-anticipated freedom, he simply resorted to observing her. He lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to fully pull his bottoms down, watching as they fell to the ground with a soft shuffling sound.

“Good boy,” she praised, offering him a proud smile before inching closer to his hardness, her fingers lingering on his thighs, drawing patterns.

Anticipating the feeling of her soft lips around his cock, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, waiting patiently for the sensation. But instead, Rhaenyra’s voice cut through the silence.

“Now, spread those legs a bit more and bring your knees to your chest.” Her tone was sharper, more dominating than he was used to. Without any protest, he did what he was told. His friends had often complained that assertive women were too masculine and unattractive, but if he was honest with himself, he felt himself grow a little harder with each demand. It suited her. Maybe even more so than his dick in her pretty mouth ever could.

“Aegon, I can only teach you if you look at me. Be good and look me in the eyes while I am demonstrating my lesson.” Aegon hesitantly opened his eyes, looking down at the scene in front of him. Rhaenyra held his prostate toy in her hand, while her other hand was cupping his balls carefully, tracing the line running down the middle.

Noticing his gaze on her, she placed a few wet kisses around the base of his cock, slowly working her way up over the underside until she almost reached the head. Even in the low atmospheric light of his living room, he could see the thick beads of precum dribble from his head, glistening deliciously, begging to be licked up by Rhaenyra’s lapping tongue.

The same thought seemed to have occurred to his older sister, who eagerly covered the tip of his dick with her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Her tongue swirled over his length as she hummed in enjoyment, her eyes still fixed on his as she withdrew from his manhood with a popping sound, threads of drool still connecting them.

He couldn’t help but whine a bit at the lack of stimulation, his cock pleading to be caressed again, but Rhaenyra only gave him a quick smirk before holding up the toy to her lips and slowly letting the drool slip from her lips, wetting the matte black silicone. It was a mesmerizing sight, her saliva traveling down his toy, the luster glimmering in the low light. There was something forbidden about it, about seeing her spit on an object used to submerge in him, seeing her mouth so close to it. Reflexively, his cock twitched, which lured a small chuckle out of Rhaenyra, her eyes twinkling sadistically.

“Already excited, are we? Well, let’s see about that one when I am done with you…” Aegon took a sharp inhale as he felt a wet sensation against his entrance, staring back at Rhaenyra with his eyes wide open.

“Be good, Aegon. We don’t want it to hurt, do we?” She chastised him, applying more pressure to his hole with what felt like a single digit of hers. The frigid feeling of cool lube slicking up his entrance made him shudder, a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

Aegon screwed his eyes shut, the stretching sensation making his entire body grow rigid. He had only recently started dipping his toes into anal toys, starting slow and steady with a few dilators, always smothering them in lube to avoid rips and tears. At least she had allowed him the later comfort, making sure he would not bear any long-lasting pain from the experience. But Rhaenyra wouldn’t take things slow with him, he could see that in the way her eyes lit up whenever he flinched in discomfort, attempting to scoot away from her. Warm up was not something she had in mind for him.

“The more you thrash around, the faster I will go. Do you understand me?” Aegon gulped heavily, moving his head in a timid nod.

More and more pressure burned against his entrance, until, with one swift motion, the head of the toy disappeared within him. Caught off guard by the sudden invasion of his body, he jolted up, gasping for air. Rhaenyra remained on her knees on the carpet, only smiling at him triumphantly.

Still holding eye contact, she started placing kisses on the inside of his thighs, nibbling on his tender flesh in a way that sent bolts of pleasure through his core. Aegon’s eyes fluttered at the stimulation, his hand reflexively wandering to the crown of her head, weaving his fingers into her still-damp hair. Slowly, she moved up his thighs, kissing, licking, teasing until she reached his most sensitive spot, almost face to face with the toy buried within him. He held his breath, feeling her fingers wander towards his entrance, brushing over his sensitive skin ever so slightly.

“Ready?” she asked, yet, realistically, they both knew that she wouldn’t wait for an answer. Rhaenyra pressed the button, and the vibrations sent surging waves of heat up his spine.

A low, guttural groan emanating from the back of his throat escaped him, and he felt the muscles in his core contract at the sudden titillation. He had only used the toy once, maybe twice so far, and only on the lowest possible setting, but Rhaenyra was determined to make him writhe. Licking her lips, she pressed the button again, making Aegon’s body seize at the intense stimulus.

The vibrations were intense, making every fiber in his body tense. It became challenging to keep his eyes open, his mouth agape as if gasping for air after holding his breath for too long. The sensation was salvation and torture in one, his vision going white with the only focus being the pleasure encompassing every part of his perception.

All he could smell was Rhaenyra’s body wash, all he could taste was the leftover sweetness from her panties, and all he could hear was the ragged panting coming from his mouth mixed with Rhaenyra’s soft giggles. There was no doubt she was thoroughly enjoying herself. He felt his cock leaking, his hips bucking against the couch, dreaming he was plunging into Rhaenyra’s cunt.

A shudder ran down his spine as another ripple of pleasure rushed through him and he knew he would not be able to last much longer. Twisting his face, half in agony, half in enjoyment, he called out “Rhaenyra, it’s—” but the words got stuck in his throat, feeling the speed of the toy increasing once again.

It was too much, more than he could handle. His hand shot down to remove the object from his body, but Rhaenyra caught him by his wrist.

“What, you cannot handle a bit of stimulation? Are you not enjoying yourself?” Aegon hissed in agony, his head lolling back lazily. “It’s just…it’s too much, Nyra. I-I feel like I am about to—”

“Don’t.” “What do you mean don’t? I-I am so—” he stammered, trying his hardest to hold onto his thoughts before they slipped his mind.

But his words get interrupted by the feeling of a firm grip on his cock, followed by a warm and wet—

He ripped his eyes open, watching Rhaenyra impale herself on his length. Aegon’s eyes grew wide as she carefully undid each button of the shirt she was wearing- all except the one directly between her breasts. In slow and steady motions she lowered herself on his hardness, taking one of his hands and placing it over her covered breast. “Nyra, this is— I-I can’t—” he stammered, but she placed her thumb on his lips, pushing between them to allow it entrance.

“Shhh, isn’t this what you wanted? Why else would you be watching the tape and touching yourself?” She mused, slowly starting to move around his cock while her thumb grazed over his flushed lips. “Be a good boy and suck on that for me, will you? Maybe if I deem you worthy, I’ll let you suck on something else…” With her cunt moving up and down his shaft, the stimulation became unbearable, everything in him begged for sweet release, his muscles on fire. Aegon had to keep his eyes fixed on Rhaenyra’s face, for otherwise, he may have lost his mind. Even though technically speaking, he wasn’t sure whether he hadn’t already lost it the minute she had allowed him to eat her out in the bathroom at his parent’s house. With each motion, he felt his prick leak precum against her cervix, the arousal bubbling within him.

With her thumb pressing against his lips, he gave up all control, doing as she wished and sucking it for her. There was no point fighting her, she would have her way with him anyways. And if only he tried to be good, maybe she would allow him his climax at last.

“So…good,” she purred, tipping up his chin to have him look directly into her eyes. “Why don’t you open that button with your teeth, my sweet boy?” She nudged her head towards the single button that kept her breasts confided in the shirt. They were so plump and full, the perfect size to bury his head in, to suffocate him under their weight. “Go ahead.”

It was a command, not a suggestion. Aegon squirmed, the vibrations in his body combined with the sensation of Nyra fucking herself on his cock making him tremble. Carefully, he took the plastic button in his mouth, tearing at it as forcefully as he could, but despite the strain on it, it seemed impossible to maneuver it out of the hole.

“Hm, maybe you are unworthy of sucking on my tits…” she teased, glaring down at him, rolling her hips forcefully.

Aegon yelped, unable to bear it.

All he wanted to do was grip that subtle flesh above her hips for leverage so he could drive his cock deep into her pussy. Over and over again, stretching her out the way she did to his ass. He wanted to drive all the pent-up frustration from the night into her, fucking her senseless until she could get out nothing except a few incoherent mutterances as he claimed her, fucked her raw, making sure she would remember who she belonged to when she took a taxi back home the next morning with a cunt full of cum. Making sure she wouldn’t be able to walk straight for the upcoming days.

But right now, she was the only person in control, and it was his entrance that got assaulted with stimulation, his prostate that radiated with warmth. He was so close, yet so helpless, completely submitted to her.

With one rash action, he ripped the button off of the shirt, spitting it lazily next to him before he dove straight for her breasts, his mouth immediately latching onto her nipple. The moan coming from Rhaenyra’s mouth made his cock flex, which earned him another delicious affirmation from his older sister. “You do that so well, sweet boy,” she endorsed him, stroking over his hair lovingly as the walls of her cunt fluttered around him.

The feel of her heat contracting around him made his vision turn white, knowing there was no way he could take it any longer. “Rhaenyra, get off or I will—” “What, Aegon? Don’t you want to come deep inside of me? Fill your big sister up?”

He bit his lip, the image of him orgasming inside of her robbing him of his last bit of self-control. Vehemently, he nodded yes, a groan escaping him as she started grinding against his pelvis, driving him as deep inside of her as his length allowed. “Well, it’s just that I’m not on birth control and…” she trailed off, moving closer to his face before placing a wet and hot kiss against his earlobe, “...wouldn’t it just be so wrong for a married woman like me to have her brother breed her like a desperate whore…?”

Aegon gasped for air, unable to formulate a full sentence, only ragged mumbling void of any distinctive morphemes. “But you have been such a good boy, such a quick learner. What do you say, do you deserve to come inside of me, sweet boy?”

Not waiting for his response, she picked up her pace, meeting his mouth for a lustful kiss, her tongue eagerly twirling around his. He barely managed to breathe anymore, his entire body feeling limp and weak, only there to allow his sister pleasure.

Rhaenyra separated from their kiss and hissed against his skin. “Come for me, Aegon. Fuck a baby into me.”

With one desperate attempt of a thrust, Aegon’s hips buck against his older sister’s pelvis, burying himself balls deep into her as waves of ecstasy wash over him, draining his balls completely. For a moment, he believed he was about to lose consciousness, his mind slipping away as Rhaenyra’s cunt started to spasm around him, milking every last drop of arousal from him.

Even without needing to explicitly think of all of the sexual endeavors he had experienced over the years, he knew that he had never climaxed so violently in his life. Feeling the sharp sensation of Rhaenyra’s teeth scraping over his flesh, he felt all tension leave his body, making him nothing but a limp and motionless puddle on the lavish living room furniture.

Both of them were drenched in sweat by the time Rhaenyra collapsed on top of him, placing a loving peck on the tip of his hairline as she caressed his face with her fingers.

“Care to join me in the shower?” She hummed, running her fingers through his locks and pulling him closer to her, his cheeks pressed against her chest as she wrapped him fully in her love.

The stark difference between her demeanor caught him off-guard, yet he welcomed her display of affection and leaned into her touch. She was everything he had ever wanted, everything he had craved so carnally for all his life. And at last, she was his. Not Harwin’s. Not Daemon’s. Not Criston’s. Simply his.

Chapter Text

For the vast majority, New Year’s Eve meant excessive parties, popping bottles, and a hedonistic tendency to consume as much alcohol and controlled substances as humanly possible. It had meant those things for Aegon ever since he had discovered how to sneak out of the house without his parents noticing.

Since then, he had been to countless home parties that got crashed by the police, skinny dipping in the pools of abandoned mansions with more beautiful women than most people saw over their entire lifetime. Nobody ever dared to wake him the next day, likely distracted by the traces of cocaine still on the glass table top and the half-conscious, naked women covering his body. Being the CEO sure had its perks, from the shiny new golden name tag on the door to the respect people paid him when he entered the elevator.

Unfortunately for him, it also came with the “perk” of needing to get up at 7:30 am on New Year’s Day, his mind still hazy with the way Rhaenyra had blotted kisses all over his torso. The way his hands automatically found her supple curves and pulled her closer to him as they fell asleep intertwined in his Egyptian silk sheets, her hair still damp from the shower.

It felt like pulling teeth when he had to untangle himself from Rhaenyra’s luscious locks, her smell still stuck in his nose. Even though he understood her anger over being cheated out of the CEO position, at least she got the luxury of sleeping in and staying in bed for however long she wanted. She deserved that. As a mother of seven and the wife of an overgrown manchild, there were never enough hours in the day for her to sleep away her woes.

After getting into his suit and fetching all the necessary belongings, Aegon pressed his lips at the top of her hairline and felt her stir under him, her white eyelashes fluttering lazily.

“What time is it, Aegon? Why are you up already?” She mumbled, still sleep-drunk and dazed.

His hand carefully stroked over her head, as if she was something fragile, threatening to shatter at any moment. “Shh, it’s fine. Just go back to sleep, Nyra. I just have to head to the office— board meeting for our annual reports. Feel free to take anything you want from the fridge, and text me if you need anything,” he whispered in goodbye.

Aegon tapped his pen impatiently against the glass table top of the meeting room, the useless blabbering of their business partners hardly of his interest. The last year had been a great success for the company, the books better than ever, as evidenced by his grandfather, the CFO, reading ratio after ratio from his tablet. Though Aegon was glad to hear of their many achievements, each word spoken by Otto sounded like something he had made up on the way here to make Aegon’s brain explode. The meeting seemed to never end, words such as “record high numbers” and “dividends” echoing through the room, and it took everything in Aegon’s power not to simply start screaming. All he wanted was to slip back into bed with Nyra, to seek refuge in that warm and cozy nook and pretend that there wasn’t anything wrong with their relationship whatsoever. That the two of them could live happily in that little dream-like state they had entered last night when they first set foot in the bathroom at Viserys’ and his mom’s place, an alternate reality in which they were allowed to be happy for once.

But happiness was a rare thing in their family, something only a few individuals were granted the luxury of experiencing. Like Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron. Even though by the way Aemond’s confession had sounded, it was genuine delusion rather than happiness that made his life bearable.

But Aemond’s lifestyle would never work for Aegon. Not now, not ever. Because his craving for Rhaenyra— the thrill that fed into his hedonism, the one he loved to indulge in—was the only thing on his mind. If Aegon’s desire for Rhaenyra was a bacchanal banquet, Aemond’s sorry excuse of a love affair was a bland saltine cracker diet one would eat after recovering from a stomach bug—resourceful for the time being, but unsustainable for the long run.

Reminded of his and Rhaenyra’s passionate affair, Aegon played back the memory of their night in his mind. Over and over, he heard Rhaenyra’s moans echo in his ears, felt the way she had tugged at his curls that made his scalp burn in anticipation, felt the way his cock twitched inside of her—

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He was reckless last night, giving in to her demands of coming inside of her, blinded so much by their unadulterated desire that he had not cared for the potential consequences of their actions. His eyes raked over the bored faces seated around the meeting table, his fingers suddenly itching to take out his phone and call her. The wall clock read 1:55 pm. Maybe she had already left his apartment. Or maybe she was still there, sprawled across his sheets like the divine creature she was.

“Alright, how about a short lunch break? I think everyone here deserves a breather after this meeting,” Aegon proclaimed, rising to his feet. A choir of relieved exhales and enthusiastic chatter filled the room, but he couldn’t ignore the piercing stare of his grandfather burning into his back. “What do you think you are doing? We never usually take breaks during the annual report discussion! It ruins motivation,” grandfather hissed in his ear, low enough so that the masses wouldn’t overhear.

“Have you looked at them, grandpa? They are exhausted,” he posed, challenging the older man to really study the other meeting participants. “And be honest: has anyone added anything to the discussion in the past two hours? Anyone other than you?” Aegon looked up at him with a curious brow. “Insignificant mutters and unenthusiastic nods not included.”

With those words, he fetched his phone out of his back pocket, leaving the meeting room in long strides before throwing open the door to his office and locking it behind him. Hastily, his fingers hammered in Rhaenyra’s number, the sequence ingrained in his memory like his own name. His index finger hovered over the bright green call button, but he hesitated to press it.

What if she was already home and had Daemon close by? Rhaenyra had said a word about Daemon last night, and while ignorance was bliss when it came to the love life she had outside of their affair, it was also a dangerous thing that figuratively screamed for his attention. He had seen the way Daemon’s daughters flinched at his tone, the way everyone gave him space when he already took up so much. Daemon was greedy, unappreciative of the things that had been so easily given to him, things that Aegon may never call his own.

In a way, Aegon felt like he had failed Rhaenyra. He wanted to help her—to save her—but there was no forcing his older sister into talking. And even if he were to have a discussion with her, he would have to be careful in his approach, much like with a skittish wild animal—one motion too deliberate or too strong and she’d run, never to be seen again. Rhaenyra wasn’t stupid. She knew what everyone else had seen the previous night, what everyone else thought of her marriage to Daemon. Maybe she did have a bigger plan and was playing the long game while everyone else thought she was just another helpless wife, trapped in a loveless marriage to a man with a quick fuse. But even if she did, she wasn’t letting anyone see through the facade. Not even Aegon.

The realization made a knot form in his throat, hard and lumpy, a sudden heaviness in his heart that he couldn’t shake. His finger closed out of his contact list, instead opening the messaging app. Quickly, his digits tapped over the keyboard, writing out a short, little message. He read through the text, only to delete it again. Huffing out a small sigh, he typed the exact same text verbatim, this time pressing send.

“Hope you’re alright. If you need anything, you have my contact. Love, Egg”

Shaking his head at the formality of his tone after the obscenities they had partaken in last night, he held down the flimsy little power button until a red slider appeared on his screen. With a quick slide of his finger, the device’s screen turned black, and Aegon placed his phone back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Frustrated, he rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes, the two hours of sleep more evident than ever in the way his vision dragged, heavy eyelids weighing down his focus. He feared looking at that clock, afraid of having to accept that his day was far from over. His assistant’s knock on the door interrupted his bleak outlook on the day, handing him a cup of coffee. Aegon leaned against his table in the roomy office, the floor-to-ceiling window front giving him a perfect view of the gray and gloomy weather outside. Watching the thick rain clouds letting out a seemingly inexhaustible downpour over the city, he slipped his steaming hot liquid caffeine before rejoining the others in the meeting room.

The day dragged on long and was almost unbearable, the words and comments all blending into one indistinct, muddled mess that gave Aegon a throbbing headache. All that kept him going was the thought of turning on his phone and finding a message from Rhaenyra.

Maybe she was still at his apartment.

Maybe they could go out to dinner tonight and talk about temporarily moving her out of her house.

Maybe he could even kiss her. Not the stolen ones exchanged in moments of lust, driven by nothing but thrill and desire. A real kiss—the kind shown in sappy romantic comedies that Helaena sometimes put on. The ones where the tension between the two main characters would crumble after their agony and despair settled, their lips meeting in a single, desperate embrace.

His fingers tingled, itching to just forget all about his responsibilities and retrieve his phone, dying to cut to the chase and just drive to see Rhaenyra right now.

The sound of grandfather’s hands clapping together loudly pulled him out of the monotony, announcing the end of the meeting. As the masses rushed out of the room, he finally turned his phone back on, his breath hitching in anticipation of Rhaenyra’s response.

But aside from the countless emails flooding his email inbox, his home screen was void of any notifications. He checked whether his phone was still in airplane mode, or whether he had forgotten to turn data back on, but nothing.

An hour later, as the lock of his apartment’s front door clicked, the only thing that welcomed him was a deep and ever-compassing emptiness, alongside the low buzzing of the air conditioning. It was a childish fantasy, thinking Rhaenyra would be sprawled out across the sofa waiting for him.

With his mood at an all-time low, he made himself a whiskey, not even attempting to prepare anything for dinner. All he wanted was to drown his sorrows in his favorite deep amber liquor, erasing all of his lost hopes and dreams for a while. Stop his head from spinning with only one thing on his mind—the only thing he would never be able to openly call his.

Two whiskeys down, his surroundings started to blur.

Three whiskeys down, it became nearly impossible to stay awake.

Four whiskeys down, the sofa was slowly swallowing him whole, his limp body drenched in despair as he gradually disappeared in the soft cushions.

It was 3 am when he awoke with the worst headache he had experienced in his entire short life, his head hanging off the side of the settee and his back arched in an unnatural position. As his stomach churned angrily at the lack of sustenance, Aegon imagined the dark liquor spinning in his gut like his clothes in the washer, but the thought only added to the queasy feeling.

Pained, he walked into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to down some Extra Strength Tylenol pills. Still sleep-drunk, he peeled off his work attire from his body, the fabric sticking to his damp back.

In monotone steps, he dragged himself into his bedroom, nestling into the covers that still smelled faintly like Rhaenyra. The only consolation he felt was knowing that he’d see her again in the office. His hand patted down the duvet to search for his phone, wanting to set his usual alarm, only to find an unread message notification.

His heart sank as his eyes traveled over the message, the heaviness almost too profound to handle.

“We cannot keep doing this, Aegon.”

Three gray dots danced at the bottom of the screen until another green text bubble popped up.

“But I just can’t stay away from you.”

The first weeks of the new year dragged on, soft and chewy like stale bubble gum, every passing day bringing more agony into his life. It proved more than just challenging to attempt to keep a straight face at work when Rhaenyra was close by. Early on, Aegon had given up on trying to convince her to stay the night at his place again, even though he was constantly hungry with the need to touch her again, desperate for a bit of uninterrupted time.

As per usual, Aegon’s day was filled with long and pointless meetings that could have easily been an email. All of his attention was solely dedicated to the pretty woman on the other side of the table, her wild platinum locks slicked back into a professional updo, looking every bit the leading lady she was. Imposing and always with a serious expression on her face, so unlike the uninhibited side of her that he learned to cherish over the holidays. His eyes were permanently pinned on the modest sheen of her peachy lip gloss, little flecks of shimmer dancing in the neon lights of the office building.

And then, when everyone else was already entirely focused on the statistics on the whiteboard and the seemingly endless catalogs on the table, she finally gave him the assurance he needed.

Timid at first, a lonely little tap with the toe of her heel against the sensitive part of his shin until she shed her shoe, bare toes slowly wandering up his leg. Past his knee, past the fleshy part of his thigh, inching closer and closer to the throbbing in his crotch until—

Throughout the entire ordeal, Rhaenyra kept a straight face, almost too straight for Aegon’s taste. While toying the tips of her toes against his length, she casually read the numbers from her report, bringing up criticisms and updates to the SWOT analysis. Only a slight, knowing smirk alluded to her doing, accompanied by a coy, little wink.

Their own little secret. One of many.

Like their countless quick meetings in the maintenance closet. Wet and demanding kisses, skirt hitched up plump thighs, eager fingers ripping through nude-colored tights on such a frequent basis that Aegon started to keep a stash in his office just in case. “We have to lay low,” Rhaenyra warned between their feverish kisses in the elevator. The thrill of getting caught at any moment burned in them like a wildfire, robbing them of any common sense as Aegon pushed his knee between her thighs, both of their lips quivering in desire.

Neither of them could ever behave, sometimes not even able to contain their vices to make it to the parking deck. Deft fingers punching the emergency button to make the elevator stall, Aegon’s hands all over Rhaenyra’s soft curves, ravishing her right then and there to the sound of the shrill sirens. Hitched breaths and hungry hearts too desperate for relief to wait to bend her over the leather seats of his car.

Yet, it never was enough, never fully satisfying his need to own her once and for all. More and more often, he found himself feeling blue after their encounters, hating the way his heart pinched at the thought of her coming home to Daemon, falling asleep in his arms, lovebites still blooming around her dusty rose peaks and joining the cruel marks Daemon left her on her arms.

Aegon never asked about her husband, his focus reserved for getting her out of her crumbling marriage. He also did not want her to waste more thoughts on the fool of a man who didn’t know bruises could stem from passion, sweet and delicate, void of any malice.

Aegon was sorely frustrated by his own delusion. Frustrated by his greed and inability to accept his place as her toy, ready to be abandoned once her marriage flourished again. He was temporary and replaceable, a fact that Rhaenyra always emphasized, telling him repeatedly that this was a one-time thing. That she was a mother of seven, with a shared home and personal history with Daemon that was far older than Aegon himself.

“It’s okay, you’ve left Harwin before. Why can’t you do the same with Daemon?” he had whined into her swollen folds as he pressed kisses to her pulsing sex.

Rhaenyra clicked her tongue, half playful, half annoyed. He knew how much she hated that conversation, the topic omnipresent and always looming over them like a dark rain cloud, threatening to release hail on their already fragile arrangement. “I wasn’t married back then. This is different from simply splitting with a boyfriend. You will understand when you are my age and married,” Rhaenyra brushed him off, manicured fingers playing with his pale silver locks as she bucked her hips into his face.

When you are married.

Those words always upset Aegon because he knew there was only one person in the world he would like to call his wife. His dream would remain nothing but a childish fantasy, impossible to reach as long as Daemon’s ring adorned her finger, contingent on Rhaenyra’s willingness to abandon her useless husband.

It was dumb of him to think she had any regard for him, that she would keep her Valentine’s Day open for her side-piece. And yet, it hurt to see her all dolled up at the office, her long lashes more accentuated than usual. Daemon did not deserve her. To be frank, not even Aegon knew if he himself was worthy of her, but still, he strove to get closer to that ideal with every passing day, picking up on her little quirks and preferences.

Aegon had spent countless hours scrolling through various websites that sold expensive yet tasteful jewelry, trying to pick out the perfect piece for her, and yet, every session ended in frustration, slamming shut his laptop with an exasperated grunt knowing she could never wear any of it openly with Daemon’s watchful eye on her. The last thing she needed was to give her husband another reason to unleash his wrath on her. Aside from a lingering touch in the lunchroom as she passed past him, nothing indicated that she wanted to spend any time with him that day. It was ridiculous, really, that a brush of her hand over his arm was enough to get him hard, jolts of electricity zapping down his spine.

Criston had encouraged him to just go on Tinder and find himself a fitting Valentine’s Day lay, something to get his mind off of fixating on whatever was happening over at Rhaenyra’s home. Aegon knew fully well that Daemon wouldn’t bother to take her out, let alone get her favorite flowers or an adequate present to show her his appreciation.

If anything, he would buy her another last-minute flashy gift, big and loud logos plastered over it so everyone would know how much money he spent on it. As if that would make up for all the times he had brought shame onto her by having his gaze linger for a bit too long on a teenager’s sparsely clothed body at the mall. He liked them young. Everyone knew that. And despite their already jarring age difference, Rhaenyra was still approximately 22 years outside of his usual window of sexual interest.

“I’ll head out, Mr. Targaryen. Happy Valentine’s Day,” his secretary chirped, breaking him from his thoughts by placing a cupcake with pink frosting on top of his desk.

“Thanks, Astrid. Happy Valentine’s to you too. Enjoy your night,” Aegon mumbled, trying for a short smile to show his appreciation.

The clock read 7 pm, the office long abandoned and dark. Most employees chose to work from home for the holiday, some taking the day off to spend it with their loved ones.

Aegon envied them, imagining he would one day have a family to come home to. A happy house, slightly messy with his wife chasing after their kids, the walls smeared with fingerpaint and chocolate milk stains on the designer couch.

Alicent had always made it a point to keep a pristine home, disinfecting their hands upon returning from school, never allowing them to eat as much as a cookie on the furniture to avoid crumbs and stains. He and his siblings had been so busy keeping the house pretty for potential guests that never showed up, they forgot that this was supposed to be a home.

He never wanted that for himself.

Sure, the luxurious apartment was nice, but some nights, those brand-new pieces of furniture and the fresh paint job gave him a jabbing headache. It left him wishing that for once, there would be screaming, chatter, and laughter when he opened the front door, a replacement for the ever-encompassing loneliness that had found place in his heart. He dreaded coming home, sitting alone in silence and imagining how much easier his life would be if he had a wife to share his home with. And yet, there was only a single person he desired to fill that role.

Checking one last time for any employees putting in overtime on his floor, he lowered the blinds of the glass window, dropping back onto his chair before opening the same folder on his laptop he always gravitated towards when the desperate desire for his sister grew unbearable, blossoming from a dull plea into a deafening cry that needed to get satiated.

He attempted to shake away his burst of jealousy by focusing on the CCTV tape recording buffering on his computer, only to be met with a short look at his reflection in the black of the screen. A pathetic man stared back at him, swollen eyes with heavy bags as witnesses of his ruminations, torn and conflicted. How low did he have to sink to spend his Valentine’s Day jerking off to the same videotape he had been using as his go-to erotica to placate the unbearable roaring in his chest?

Defeated, he unzipped his midnight blue suit pants, aimlessly pumping his cock to the rhythm of the thrusts on the tape. His cock remained limp, unimpressed by the monotonous material, so familiar it had become part of his daily routine. Aegon had seen it so often, he could close his eyes and still see it clear as day, every movement memorized by heart.

And yet, any material that didn’t feature Rhaenyra gave him nothing but disgust. From Pornhub to Brazzers, he had scoured through every video, and even went to the extent of seeing whether any OnlyFans creators bore a resemblance to Rhaenyra. As expected, all of his efforts were in vain; no video—no person—could ever compare to her.

He had never understood why people equated watching porn to cheating, but now that his affections for Rhaenyra were more intense than anything he could have ever imagined, it felt wrong to masturbate to anyone but his older sister. Like he was disrespecting her by not saving his seed for her, his erections disappearing the second those theatrical moans blared out of his speakers. Each time, Aegon was so inundated with guilt, he would force himself to take a cool shower, the shame washing down the drain alongside the suds of lemongrass-scented body wash.

A knock on the door made him shut his laptop, hiding the explicit material on the screen.

“Who is it?” He called out, voice still slightly shaky from the adrenaline rushing through his system. He zipped up his pants and attempted to look as professional as a man who was just jerking off to his sister could.

“Just me, Aegon,” Rhaenyra’s syrupy voice cooed from the other side of the door. His heart tugged at the sound of her voice saying his name, soft and sweet like a chaste kiss straight onto his ego.

“Come in, Nyra. The door is unlocked.”

The clacking of her heels was muffled by the deep slate carpet lining the floor of his office.

She had changed out of her work attire, flaunting a long black dress with lace trim and her hair down in voluminous curls, a river of boundless ivory. So much like his own.

“What are you still doing here? Don’t you have a husband to go home to?” The last part of his sentence was dripping with resentment, coming on a bit stronger than Aegon had intended. He hated the way his voice broke whenever he mentioned Daemon, like a small boy unable to contain his emotions when faced with rejection.

A little smile tugged at the corners of Rhaenyra’s lips, seemingly amused by his jealousy. “Oh I do, but I still had a little something for you.” She retrieved a sizable purple box from behind her back, the contents making a rumbling noise at the movement. “A little Valentine’s present for the upcoming CEO of Targaryen Corp.,” she added sweetly.

“Thanks Nyra, I appreciate it, but that wasn’t necessary at all,” he mumbled. He could slap himself for deciding against getting her a gift. Now he looked like an inconsiderate idiot, accepting a gift while standing there empty-handed. Aegon turned to place the box on his desk, alongside the other things he had to bring back home, but Rhaneyra’s hand caught him by the wrist.

“No, no, open it now,” his older sister requested, locking eyes with him. “It’s not a gift that can be enjoyed alone.” Curiosity sparked within him, edged with a bit of distrust.

Rhaenyra immediately picked up on his body language and added to clarify, “Don’t worry, it’s not going to explode on you. I am not very well versed in building bombs.”

A little chuckle rolled over his lips as he tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. The smile left his lips, however, as his gaze fell upon his not-so-little present. Pale and purple with raised rings and bumps, a long dildo sat at the bottom of the box. The tips of his fingers carefully brushed across the smooth silicone from end to end, and he realized both sides were prominently rounded. Prominently phalli-shaped.

At a loss for words, all he could manage to express was confusion. “Rhaenyra…what…?” “I think you know exactly what that is, Aegon.” She shot him a beaming smile as he felt his cheeks flushing hot, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t you want to try it out? As a little Valentine’s gift?”

He immediately felt his cock stir at the thought of using it with her, but not today. He had not anticipated this happening. “Can we do that another day? I kinda…” his voice trailed off at the lack of useful excuses he could come up with for his hesitation, “I don’t have lube here.”

“Well, good thing I brought some in my purse then.” Easily, she retrieved a small plastic bottle from her purse and gave him a wink. “No excuses. And now get down on the floor,” she commanded.

Whatever Nyra wanted, Nyra got.

Obediently, he fell to his knees, looking up at his sister with his cock throbbing in anticipation. He already knew he was hard under the fabric of his pants, the sight of his Rhaenyra’s full chest awakening something primal inside of him that had no regard for where they were or how problematic that could turn out. Silently, he watched Rhaenyra walk to the glass screen of his office, pulling down the blinds to shield them from any curious eyes.

With a metallic click, she twisted the lock of his door before striding back over to him, kicking off her heels and slowly crawling onto his lap. Their lips met, first careful and gentle before devouring the other, hungry tongues exploring and sucking to find relief from the roaring longing inside them. Aegon’s hand grabbed her thighs, his fingers pressing down on her plump flesh until he reached her bare sex. As if reading his thoughts, Rhaenyra gasped, “Easy access. Just for you.”

That was all it took for Aegon to let go of all his inhibition, swiftly flipping Rhaenyra onto her back so he was hovering over her, his erect cock begging to be released from the constricting pants, feeling more like a prison than a piece of clothing. Greedily, his fingers tore at the delicate yet flimsy fabric of her dress.

“Stop it, Aegon! This one was expensive,” Rhaenyra yelped as he sucked at the soft skin atop her heavy breasts, his fingers applying more and more pressure to the neckline until a sharp ripping sound echoed through the room as the silky fabric snagged.

“Fuck it, I’ll buy you another one. Hundreds even. But I need you right now,” Aegon growled, bringing her tit closer to his mouth, eager tongue dancing around the sensitive skin around her nipple.

Rhaenyra bit back a deep moan as she adjusted herself to allow him to take her into his mouth, suckling on her peak in a frenzy. His free hand slid between her folds, a conquest to prepare her for their play, only to find her already slick, long milky strands of grool sticking to her thighs.

“I warmed up with my vibrator before getting here,” Rhaenyra explained, raising her eyebrow at his puzzled expression. “It’s only fair, given that you got started without me.”

Aegon wanted to protest, yet the need inside of him roared, demanding for more as he hastily pulled down his pants and aligned his rigid length with her entrance. Taking his sweet time, he dragged his tip through the glistening mess between her folds, ever so slightly touching her, making her tremble underneath him.

Skin to skin, the tiny bead of precum dribbled from his head, joining the Rhaenyra’s wetness to intermingle into one. Briefly, he let his sensitive head brush over her swollen clit, not wanting to put her through more agony than she deserved. But that touch alone made Rhaenyra’s breath hitch, violet doe eyes looking up at him.

He enjoyed seeing her like this, gasping and needy, her folds flushed and puffy, slick to accommodate his cock with no resistance. He also enjoyed the thought of his older sister sitting at her desk, desperately holding a vibrator to her clit, still in her work clothes as she got herself off to the thought of fucking her brother.

She wouldn’t do that for Daemon.

Nor for anyone else.

Just for him.

With his cockhead glinted with her slick, he applied pressure to her entrance before feeling her soft palm press against the flat of his pelvis pushing him back. “Nice try. But I’m not gonna be the only one who is getting fucked tonight. Tit for tat, little brother.” The pools of lavender in her eyes were sparkling in the dim office lighting. She handed him the bottle of lube again. “I don’t think I need any.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, he squeezed a thick dollop of the cool liquid on one side of the silicone toy, watching it slowly glide down the violet ridges. He had not seen a toy like that before, but then again, there was never any need for a double-ended dildo in his collection given his relationship status and lack of orifices for the act. With a drop of gel on his finger pad, he swiped a bit of it over his entrance, a bright shiver running down his spine at the chilling and wet sensation.

Squeezing the silicone structure with his hand, he stretched out his arm to offer it to Rhaenyra, but she only shook her head. “It’s easier if you go first. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Aegon did as he was told, slowly dragging circles over his entrance with the unnatural-looking phallus. The wet sound filled the otherwise quiet office, and Rhaenyra observed his every move with a watchful eye. The first thrust was always the hardest one, pushing through his tight entrance, attempting to make room for a foreign object of his choice.

The familiar burn licked up his spine, and his body immediately tensed at the intrusion. As he felt his grip around the dildo tightening, his eyes squeezed shut, every fiber in his body seeming to light up in flames.

“Relax, Aegon. Deep breaths,” Rhaenyra instructed him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as he inched the head into his hole. Her expression was kind and maternal, giving him a mild smile as the initial hurdle was crossed with the first row of ridges disappearing in him. “You are doing so well, Aegon. Keep going.”

He sighed at the overwhelming stretching sensation, feeling the little nubs of the dildo scrape against his walls, but Rhaenyra’s hand made him feel like everything would turn out okay, her warm palm assuring him to keep going.

“Good boy. You look so pretty with that dildo up your ass. The color really compliments your eyes. That’s why I originally picked it out for you,” Rhaenyra praised him. He was grateful for her compliments, but was slightly out of breath and biting his lip to swallow down the soft sigh of relief from the full sensation in his canal. “That and the fact that you don’t have one like it in your collection yet.”

Rhaenyra cupped his face with her hands, her thumbs stroking over his chin in soft circles. “Such a pretty boy.” Aegon felt himself blush as their lips touched, the compliment erasing any doubt that had festered in his mind. Right here and now, it didn’t matter if he would never be allowed to put a ring on Rhaenyra’s finger, never losing his title as a boy toy. All he needed were her comforting words, the soothing softness of her voice mending all his wounds, seeping into the gashes of his soul like viscous honey, sweetening the pain. It was pathetic how desperate he was for her approval, pliable and eager, willing to accept any scraps of her affection he could get in hopes that one day she may feel the same way about him. “Can you hold that for me?” Rhaenyra breathed into their kiss. Her hand was wrapped around his wrist, placing his hand onto the artificial cock so that he could guide it toward her slick folds.

All Aegon could muster was a brief hum, his eyes mesmerized by the image in front of him. Carefully scooting over to close the distance between their sexes, she swiped the pale purple cock between her lower lips, wetting the tip with her arousal.

Timidly, she nudged the head against her entrance, and Aegon gripped the dildo hard as his own cock responded to the scene in front of him, pulsating at seeing her sister slowly impaling herself on the structured length. Her head fell back the further it inched into her, a sharp hiss slipping through her teeth when she was fully stuffed.

He looked up at the ceiling, his nails digging into the rough fabric of the carpet—anything to distract his mind from Rhaenyra looking like a lustful mess in front of him, her bottom lip quivering at the stimulation. The ribbed structure slowly inched further into him with each of Rhaenyra’s motions, ever so slightly kissing a jolt of pleasure against his prostate, his sac tightening at the queer sensation. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily peak right then and there, the throbbing need inside of him too grand to endure the image of his sister, her own pleasure threatening to push him over the edge.

“Too much? We haven’t even started moving yet,” she inquired with a shaky voice dripping in lust.

Aegon felt himself growing closer and closer to his limit. Did she really expect them to fuck like that? Expect him to last when he had perfect sight of that otherworldly phallus disappearing into the swollen depths of her sex, watching her gush around the little ripples, her supple breasts exposed from the ruined fabric of her dress, bobbing with each motion, hard nipples screaming for him to put his mouths onto them?

“It’s okay, we will go slow. Hold my hand Aegon,” she cooed, one hand placed behind her back to steady her. The other reached out into Aegon’s direction, urging him to place his hand in hers. “I…I am not worried,” Aegon muttered, his hand clasping Rhaenyra’s, feeling the gentle squeeze of her moisturized skin on his, “I am just very turned on.” It came out like a confession, making him feel like he was a teenager again, his mother dragging him to the confessional at church after she caught him spitting in Aemond’s ice cream bowl for snitching to mom about the photo of Rhaenyra he kept in his pillowcase.

Rhaenyra only grinned at the admission, seemingly happy with herself for getting him to this point. Even without looking at her, he knew that her lips were quirked upward. A surprised gasp escaped him suddenly as he felt her starting to bob up and down on the toy, rolling her hips to control the depth at which she was going and thus, how deep the dildo would enter Aegon. “What, am I making you all flustered, little brother?” Rhaenyra teased, pulling on his hand as leverage to pull herself onto the cock, pushing it further into Aegon. The head hit right against his prostate and he couldn’t help but yelp.

“Rhaenyra…please…” he pleaded, feeling the warm surge of pleasure pool at the bottom of his spine.

He was in a dangerous position, as any further movement threatened to have him lose his composure. Frantically, he attempted to shift his mind back to the topic of business, to think of the financial reports Otto had lamented about, the colorful graphs and seemingly endless wasteland of excel sheets—anything to mellow those waves that were slowly soaring from his tailbone to the tip of his cock. “Why don’t you look at me, Aegon? Don’t you want to see my tits bounce?” She mocked, her voice melodic and sweet. “You already ripped my dress, the least you can do is pay some attention to them.”

On any other occasion, Aegon would be happy, ecstatic even, to get an undisturbed look at her plump cleavage, to worship it in its entirety, doing anything to submerge his face in her tits. But right now, even so much as taking a glimpse at them could be the final brush that would push him down on the knife, drawing blood at last.

“Nyra, I can’t—” he pressed out, recounting his ratios again.

Profit margin— net income divided by net sales.

“Come on Aegon, don’t you want to see how wet my pussy is for you? How swollen my clit is, throbbing with each thrust between us?”

Return on equity— net income divided by average stockholders’ equity.

The screams of need in his chest grew louder, blood rushing in his ears he attempted to drown out Nyra’s moans of pleasure, pushing the dildo further into his ass, fucking into him mercilessly. His cock leaked, little beads that tattled on him.

Accounts receivable turnover— net credit sales divided by average accounts receivable.

“Aegon, can’t you see how much this dildo stretches me? How desperate my pussy is to get filled?” She cooed, knowing exactly what she was doing. Rhaenyra had picked up the pace, the movement of her hips fast, bordering on desperation as she rutted against the dildo, pushing against Aegon’s sensitive spot again and again.

Inventory turnover— cost of goods sold divided by—

“Nobody else ever fucked with me like this. Not Harwin, not Daemon…you are the only one who gets to own me like this, who has a claim to my pussy—”

With one sharp pump, she pushed him into the pitless pool of his peak, the cool waves swallowing him, filling every part of him, drowning him in the unadulterated desire that overcame him as thick ropes of spend splattered on his stomach, chest, and thigh.

Only now did he dare open his eyes, the head of the dildo remaining nestled against his prostate, cock still twitching and spluttering pathetically. A few isolated drops of his cum had made it onto Rhaenyra’s sex, a thick creamy dollop sitting right atop her clit.

His entire body was drenched in sweat, slightly shivering as the exhaustion of his orgasm washed over him, cool and undoing the knots of tension in his neck.

“Oh little brother, did you mean to come so fast? How rude of you to just selfishly chase after your own climax, neglecting your big sister’s needs,” Rhaenyra teased, a gleeful smile on her face. She smacked her lips sarcastically before adding, “Seems you aren’t as much of a giver after all…”

She was trying to push his buttons. That tone of voice and use of words were calculated choices, attempting to get a reaction out of him. Still panting, beads of sweat cascaded down his sternum as a result of his unbroken connection to her via the ribbed toy Despite her tousled hair and irregular breaths, Rhaenyra made no attempt to move, instead looking at him challengingly. By the glimmer in her eyes, there was no denying she was about to double down on her statement.

“Daemon at least tries to get me off.”

His blood close to boiling, he dug his nails into the rough carpet, gritting his teeth.

“I’ll make you regret that you said that.”

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Driven by a needy thumping in his chest, Aegon ripped the dildo from his passage with wrath coursing through his veins like bitter acid, swallowing down a sputter at the sudden emptiness.

His fists balled, he struggled to rise to his knees, straightening his posture until he slightly towered over Rhaenyra. She immediately picked up on his change in demeanor, attempting to scuffle away from him. With her slender fingers wrapped around the broad shaft of the dildo, she tried to free it from her cunt, but Aegon’s stern voice startled her, causing her digits to fumble.

“Rhaenyra,” he warned, his pulse erratic at the sight of his elder sister on the ground, her eyes wide at the harshness in his inflection. He usually never took that tone with her, not even in the office. There was no need for orders when she already responded so well to praise—a little flirtatious grin was usually all he needed to have her melt in his hands like sweet honey, to have her at his disposal whenever he desired.

But today she had gone too far with her disrespect, teasing him for a mess she herself was responsible for, forgetting exactly who was in the CEO position. Maybe there was, in fact, a need to remind his elder sister of her exact place with a firm hand. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Rhaenyra looked up at him expectantly with her wide doe-eyes, almost docile. She had not expected their power dynamic to switch so quickly, for him to suddenly be in charge and to be put at his mercy.

He hadn’t seen her like this since their night in the copy room, the way her eyes had sparkled at the promise of a promotion in exchange for giving up the part of her he had desired all his life. That childish naivete, happy to lap up any pledge, trusting his word as if it were her gospel.

Unhurriedly, he rose to his feet and stood over his sister, their usual difference in height vanishing into thin air as her big eyes looked up at him, almost making his heart tug. A delicious sight, if he had ever seen one—the slick mess of her well-fucked cunt practically begging for him to eat her out, that isolated dribble of his seed peaking out between her swollen lips and accentuating her flushed clit.

Slowly, his eyes traveled over her body, the tender skin partially covered by the fabric scraps that were once her elegant slip dress, now ripped down the center to expose her heavy breasts, her chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern. His eyes traveled up her sternum over the curve of her neck, plump glistening lips that begged for his attention until he finally reached her eyes. Arousal mixed with unease, expectantly searching his gaze, little wrinkles of worry on her forehead— robbing him of any coherent thought.

In a few careful strides, he walked up behind her. With each step, Rhaenyra’s eyes were completely fixed on him. “You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?” There was some amusement in the way he enunciated his words, hooking his finger under her chin, forcing her to overextend her neck to lock eyes with him, her bare back touching the flesh of his thigh.

Rhaenyra gave but a few timid nods and stared back at him with glassy eyes, so unlike the tough businesswoman that would be quick to shoot somebody’s proposal down during a meeting. She didn’t even attempt to talk back, intimidated by his authority over her. With a gentle brush of the pad of his finger, he outlined her soft features, gently caressing her prominent nose then traveling over her relaxed rosy lips and flushed cheeks, pleased with the way she obediently leaned into his touch.

There was something incredibly arousing in seeing her so vulnerable. She, his older sister, the experienced woman who had given him his first orgasm, was practically begging for him. “What were your exact words again? ‘You are the only one who gets to own me like this, the only one who has a claim to my pussy?’” He smiled, his rough hand brushing into her hair, tangling the strands between his fingers.

He felt Rhaenyra tremble under his touch and almost was tempted to ease his demeanor, to be gentle with her and lick an orgasm out of her, to have her throb under his mouth until she came undone by bucking her lips into his face and threatening to suffocate him with her climax. But at the corner of his eye, he saw her fingers dance, quick and eagerly flicking over her clit, using his spend as lubricant to pleasure herself.

Lasciviously looking up at him, eyes hazy with yearning, she let out a little sigh as her fingers brushed over her core again.

In a moment’s notice, his gentle caresses through her hair turned into a harsh grip, tightening abruptly.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself. Stop that right now,” he scolded her, harshly pulling at the long, silvery strands and forcing her head back in a sharp motion. She hissed at the pain, yet made no attempt at stopping her pursuit. If anything, her motions grew more frantic, her sighs turning into outright moans the rougher Aegon’s touch turned.

“Make me.”

As if a flip inside of him switched, he hooked his hand in a bundle of her hair, roughly yanking on it to force her to her feet. Dragging her behind him like a bratty child, Aegon paid no attention to her pitiful yelps and protests. “If you want to get off so bad, why don’t we show the entire city what a desperate little whore you are, sister?”

Heading straight for the floor-to-ceiling window, he impatiently forced Rhaenyra in front of him, her bare breasts pushing against the cool glass. A raspy sibilation rolled off her lips at the cool sensation on her damp skin, still a bit unbalanced on her feet after Aegon’s rough handling.

“Legs apart,” he commanded, tapping the side of his foot against Rhaenyra’s ankle until she willingly parted them a bit more. It amused him how pliable she turned under his fierce touch, her brattiness mellowing with each of his commands.

He loved when she was so responsive, not putting up much of a fight. It made things easier for him, made him imagine how she had been anticipating these moments in the privacy of her home. How she was masturbating to the thought of him with her vibrator tucked between her legs while her husband slept next to her, oblivious to the way she had to bite down on the corner of the duvet in their marital bed to muffle the moans of Aegon’s name as she reached her peak.

The thought of it made him crave more. Just sending her home with exposed breasts wouldn’t do. He wanted to send her home ruined, the signs that she belonged to him so obvious, even somebody as ignorant as Daemon would see that she was owned and claimed by somebody else.

Owned and claimed by Aegon.

Need made his fingers throb as he harshly seized the fabric of her dress, forcefully ripping it down her back, the silk slip uselessly falling to the ground. Goosebumps puckered on her back; his hot breath pressed against the top of her spine. Slowly, he dragged his lips over her pale skin, his hands grabbing for her supple hips, digging his fingers into her tender flesh.

The wide sea of the tumultuous city stretched out before them, with blinking neon lights, honking cars, and pedestrians rushing to their destination. Thrill licked through his spine as excitement spread in his chest, and the thought of leaving Rhaenyra completely exposed to any curious eye had Aegon pressing closer against her. Below him, he could feel her squirm a bit, her breath hitching at the view. She had never been afraid of heights, yet having Aegon’s weight press her against a glass window on the top level of a high-rise building had her holding her breath, afraid that even the tiniest misstep could cost both of them their lives.

Or at least her integrity.

His hand grasped the dildo, now slipping from the depths of her cunt, and slowly began to push it back inside of her by inchmeal, dipping it into her only to withdraw it again while his gaze remained fixed on the turmoil happening outside. Soft little whines glided off of Rhaenyra’s tongue with each of his pumps, fogging up the cool glass with her shallow breath.

“All it would take is a single person working a late shift at the office building across the street to expose you as the needy little slut you really are,” he whispered into her hair, his teeth nibbling on the soft flesh of her earlobe. “The one only I know you as.” He knew that the sound of his low voice on top of the delicious stimulation of his breath on her ear drove her insane, needy even, when a balmy sigh escaped her lips.

“Imagine them looking up and seeing the eldest daughter of Viserys Targaryen naked and exposed, pressed against the window of her little brother’s office…” Aegon trailed off, increasing the speed at which he pumped the dildo into her cunt. “...So desperate for an orgasm that she allows him to fuck her with a dildo, irresponsibly giving into her lust, reckless to how that may harm her reputation...”

Willingly, she opened her legs wider for him and arched her back, causing the plump globes of her ass to rut against the sensitive length of his cock, which was still spent from earlier.

“I don’t care,” Rhaenyra exhaled deeply, pushing further up against him. “Just. don’t. Stop”

Despite wanting to correct her for her earlier behavior, the raunchy sounds of her wetness gushing around the silicone made it unbearably difficult to remain firm with her, every nerve in his body yearning to see her come unraveled, to have her shake under him as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. She whimpered underneath him and started moving against the dildo, fucking back on it impatiently.

Instantaneously, Aegon decelerated his motions into more drawn-out and shallow thrusts that barely pushed past her entrance, teasing her for thinking she could control anything about this.

If his older sister could be cruel to him, forcing orgasms to ripple through his frame and sullying himself despite adamant pleas to ease her movements, she was long overdue for a taste of the anguish she had put him through. But instead of overstimulation and forced climaxes, he would control her ability to chase after her peaks, wouldn’t let her reach the sweet release she so desperately craved.

The tip of the dildo remained pressed against her folds, swiping through her slick again and again, causing her to shudder with each motion. Only after a careful look, Aegon noticed the way Rhaenyra shifted her weight and repositioned herself in an attempt to stimulate herself more, parrying Aegon’s punishment creatively. Unable to let it slide, he halted all movements, simply leaving the toy resting against her opening.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” He rasped in her ear, voice low yet stern. “I thought we were clear that you are to obey me. Only I get to decide when you are allowed to cum, understood?”

Rhaenyra did not nod, did not show any signs of having understood his command, still rutting against the toy in hopes it would stimulate her aching clit, chasing her orgasm despite her brother’s threat.

“Final warning,” Aegon growled, holding the dildo still. Though his tone may have suggested a wrath festering inside of him, displeased to be confronted with such a bratty response; in reality, everything inside of his body burned for her to keep disobeying him, to finally push him over the edge of his patience.

He was only waiting for her to give him a reason to unleash that slight tinge of sadism he had inherited from their lineage, to show her that there was more than just the same blood running thick in their veins that made them magnetically drawn to what they shouldn’t desire.

They didn’t need a Ph.D. in Biology to know that their taste for their own was something unnatural, something that people frowned upon. Aegon knew there were worse things to be desired than the comforting warmth of your half-sister’s cunt. Tied to her since the moment of his birth, unable to shake that innate attraction that should never exist in humans. And yet, he had little regard for how this may affect the look of him as a professional, much less that of the company.

In a way, his attraction to Rhaenyra was as innate as a baby’s instinct to latch on the mother’s breast after a gentle stroke to the cheek, something he could not fight even if he tried. If anything, her relationship with Harwin had been an inappropriate attempt to fit into a society they so obviously did not belong to. Rhaenyra had always said they drifted apart, talked about a mutual split of equals. On the outside, they always appeared amicable enough to fit her wording. But leaving her college sweetheart for her uncle was only the start of her embracing their family’s tendency to crave their own, starting out with the man who had bounced her on his knee when she was only a child herself. Slowly working herself up her family tree.

It really had only ever been a question of when, not if, she would one day close in on her degree of relation by seeking out a closer relative. Secretly, he had always known it would be him, that this desired duty would fall into his hand, the eldest son, the closest in age to her, the one who could be her perfect partner. Because really, there was nothing quite as intimate as sharing the same genetics, being raised by the same father’s hand, (even if said hand had been more favorable to his elder sister compared to his younger siblings), and having the same last name.

And as Aegon had suspected, Rhaenyra was as eager as he was to see his rough streak make an appearance. Catching his gaze in their reflection of the crystal-clear windows, her lips pulled into a little grin as she rutted against the silicone toy one last time, more forceful and needy than before. She ensured he would notice that she was doing this with the full intention of him catching her red-handed. Rhaenyra wanted this, wanted to see how he would respond, and was ready to soak up all of his anger.

“You better not message me tomorrow and complain about your inability to walk,” Aegon whispered, nudging the tip of the dildo against her opening before shoving it inside of her without any warning.

Her breath hitched, cheek smushed against the window as her first moan filled the silence of the office building, joining the low hum of the air conditioning and the buzz of the LED lamps above them. Her breasts and succulent lips left an imprint on the screen in the shape of his sister’s desirable form, the evidence of their power play.

When the cleaning crew would come tomorrow, they would wipe away the traces of their desire. Mentally, Aegon made a note to come into the office extra early the next morning so he could stand in front of the window panel and stroke his cock to the mental image of his sister like this. Splatter his spend against the glass, add his own note to the artwork as he gazed down over the seemingly everlasting city, so high above it, both metaphorically as well as literally.

Under his hand, Aegon felt the structure meet some resistance, reaching the end of his sister’s cunt every time he slammed it into her, wetness slicking down her thighs, so desperate to get fucked. Her breathing was void of any rhythm; more sheer utterances, deep rasps, and groans than effective inhales for bringing oxygen into her lungs. As Aegon mercilessly pushed the dildo into her, her left hand moved above her head to steady herself, while the right snaked around behind her, nails piercing his skin as she took hold of his thigh.

No matter how hard he plunged into her, no matter how harsh and fast he stroked the toy, it was never quite enough to satisfy his yearning to see her lose her inhibition. No, something inside of him said that his acts were not yet harsh enough, not yet mellowing that scream in his brain to see her ruined.

Reflexively, his unoccupied hand rushed to the front of her throat, grasping the sensitive skin with his rough hands. Under his fingertips, he could feel her pulse, fast and erratic, so prominent he almost felt like he was holding her heart between his hands, pressing down on it with each penetration. Not quite choking her, but simply applying pressure to the sides of her neck, her breathing labored as he forced her head back. He wanted to remind her of the fact that this was her punishment, not something to be enjoyed.

The motions were selfish, like those of a teenage boy being allowed the touch to the female flesh for the first time. So fast, it was almost impossible for his body to keep her from topping over, from keeping his hand steady enough not to accidentally withdraw the dildo in his pumps and accidentally have it slip into the wrong—

His mind blanked for a second, frustrated with himself for not thinking of this earlier. Removing his hand from its place as his sister’s necklace, he extended it into the direction of his desk, fishing out the bottle of lube he kept in the top drawer. (Not that they have ever needed it, his sister was always drenched by the time his hands, or cock, found their way to her cunt, on edge the entire workday just waiting for him to finally ravish her. But what kind of gentleman would he be if not prepared to provide Rhaenyra all the pleasure she may desire in the world?)

Still so focused on the sensation of silicone plunging into her, Rhaenyra had not taken any notice of what was happening behind her, how Aegon had easily slicked up his cock in lubricant, already back at full hardness from the way his sister was gasping in front of him. Her mouth spewed indecipherable little noises that sounded faintly like curses interspersed with pleas to fuck her harder.

Like the good little brother he was, he would read that wish directly from her lips, give her exactly what she craved, more intensely than she had ever believed possible.

Hand wrapped around his shaft, he gave himself a few isolated strokes, more to spread the lubricant than to get himself ready, his cock already throbbing in anticipation of entering his sister’s backside. He had never done that to a woman before, never felt the need to engage in the act. For some reason, he had always wanted to reserve that activity for the woman he was sure to marry, an act so intimate and personal.

Everyone can fuck a pussy, even his little brother, apparently, but anal privileges? Not only were those difficult to earn, but they were also contingent on a steeled level of trust in your partner, knowing they won’t just tear through your insides like a famished animal, but understanding the exact level of intensity your body can handle, to allow you to be vulnerable and open.

Slowly, he guided the tip of his cock to her puckered entrance, pristine and pink, gradually pressing against it. As if burnt by a flame, Rhaenyra jolted under him at the cool sensation against her sensitive spot, both hands reaching back to swat him away, frantically slapping at whatever part of him she could reach.

“Aegon, stop, not—” she rasped, but the words got stuck in her throat, replaced by a guttural moan. With the dildo still buried in her sex and Aegon’s conquest of her body relentless as ever, her motions were unsteady, her own body betraying her as the pleasure coursing through her veins made her hands quiver, unable to reach her little brother and stop him from his plan. “I have never—”

A smile bloomed, stretching Aegon’s cheeks wide, the thought of being the first to claim her ass making his entire body tingle as he considered how out of all his sister’s lovers, she had never been close enough with any of them to allow them this privilege, to allow them to penetrate a part of her that was still untouched. This was the ultimate sacrifice, the ultimate thing to hold over Daemon—to claim the virginity she had still held onto, even at her ripe age of thirty-eight.

Pushing the dildo inside of her desperate cunt one last time, he halted it right against her cervix as he put all focus on his pulsating member in his other hand, impatient for his sister’s warmth.

“Well, it’s only fair, given that you already claimed my ass, isn’t it? Should have thought of that before you made that move,” he whispered, applying more and more pressure against her opening until, in one fluid motion, the head of his cock slipped inside of her.

An identical moan came from their mouths, so uniform, it could have come from the same one. The sensation of Rhaenyra’s tense muscles around his length sent shivers down his spine, making it almost impossible to push into her. Never in his life had he felt so electrified, the arousal zapping through his veins like bolts of lightning erasing all prior experiences from his memory. He remained right at her entrance for a moment, allowing his mind to stop racing, too many thoughts for him to actually process what was going on. He was still so fixated on the fact that he was allowed to see her vulnerable like this, feeling a sensation that nobody else had felt before.

Usually, he was spent beyond repair after an orgasm as intense as Rhaenyra had wrung out of him, needing a good nap or at least some downtime before going again. But right now, with his sister looking like this, it took everything in him not to be overcome by his lust yet again.

His length eagerly throbbed to thrust into his sister, to claim her ass the same way he had done to her pussy, to take what was rightfully his, no matter what her marriage certificate said. Despite his desperation to enter her further, he had to take a moment to appreciate his situation. The mental image was almost overwhelming.

She was his.

Only his.

And after this, she would know that no one would be able to claim her like her brother could.

He knew she didn’t belong to him when she walked down the corridors of the office with her supplies, when they sat across from each other during family get-togethers, or when they were scheduled for another press conference. And yet, in this moment, she belonged to him the way she has never allowed anyone else to touch her like this.

“Aegon, this is too—” she murmured under him, less words than just huffs of air shaped faintly like the syllables she was trying to press out. “Please don’t—”

In the reflection he could see that her eyes were squeezed shut, deep and labored breaths drawing a round circle of condensation around her mouth.

Her lipstick was long smeared across her face, streaks in a glossy red sheen on her cheeks and chin, indubitably due to the prolonged contact with the glass in front of her. On the level of her cheekbones, the red met the gray smudges of her mascara. Her doe eyes were not filled with the kind of tears she shed during her lunch break when she had just gotten off the phone with her husband, but one of a much more delicate nature, a verification of the burning arousal that was building in her core.

“You were so desperate for release, I did not think regular penetration would do the trick,” Aegon huffed, blotting a kiss onto her shoulder.

He started off slow, moving the dildo at a slow pace, getting her used to the feeling of being penetrated in both orifices, so full, she could be close to bursting. Carefully, he withdrew the toy until it had almost left her cunt, then moved it back into her, waiting for the sound of her husky exhale.

Long and careful strokes, almost sensual in nature, so unusually soft for them. He fucked her the way he would if it had been their first time. In a way, it was, the head of his length still buried in that forbidden spot as he slowly felt her relax into him, the grip around his cock loosening.

Despite his more than liberal usage of lube, he did not want to hurt her, waiting until her strained gasps turned into moans to move into her unused hole. Liberally, he drizzled more of the clear lubricant onto his cock, giving himself a couple more pumps and allowing the slickness to hit her rim.

With every withdrawal of the toy from her cunt, he inched his own length further into her ass, feeling her channel make room for him. She was incredibly tight, muscles spasming around his length, struggling to accommodate him sufficiently.

“You are too—” Rhaenyra protested from underneath him, unable to finish her sentence as the dildo once again filled her completely, robbing her of her ability to speak.

It killed him to be gentle, to pay such close attention to the way he pumped into her when all he wanted to do was fuck her and muffle the desperate pleas that had escaped her mouth earlier. But Nyra was tense, too tense for either of their comfort, her muscles clenching his sensitive length in protest of his intrusion. If she stayed this rigid, the tight sensation would soon turn into outright pain for the both of them, giving their intimacy a sour aftertaste.

Blotting a kiss to her shoulder, he let his hand wander to her front, guiding her train of thought away from the stretching sensation as his fingers found her sex. With rhythmic and gentle circles, his fingers teased her clit, warming her up for him, gradually noticing the pressure around his shaft to ease up with each swipe of his fingertips. He bit back a low groan as she gave up control, allowing him to push further into her.

With shallow and careful strokes, he entered her, listening closely to her breathing pattern and allowing her to adjust to the fullness. At the same, he slowly retracted the dildo from her cunt, both to give himself more room as well as sparing Rhaenyra the overstimulation of having both of her openings stretched at the same time.

It took everything inside of him to keep his composure, keeping a steady pace and stopping whenever he felt her clench around him, and yet, she gradually accepted him as his hand kept working her sensitive bud.

He swallowed down a moan as he saw his length buried within her ass, pressing himself so close into her, the soft skin of his belly made contact with the curve of her back, the feeling of skin-on-skin almost robbing him of all his left-over inhibition.

His hand caught onto her hip, just taking in the moment. She felt so good, so tight, made just for him. It was more intimate than he could have imagined, more intense than his wildest dreams could have ever made him guess.

Slow at first, he began thrusting into her with his cock, getting her used to the fullness in her abdomen, perceiving her twitch around him. He was able to feel every nub of the dildo in her cunt massage him with his strokes, only getting him more bothered.

Under him, Rhaenyra’s pleas for him to stop had transformed into moans mixed with gibberish that spurred him to thrust into her at a faster pace, finally shedding the initial softness he had graced her with. Soon, he found his rhythm, withdrawing and pumping the dildo as his cock entered her backside in an alternating pattern, his sister’s grunts only becoming louder with each push.

“You like that, don’t you? That feeling of utter fullness, having me claim every last inch of you. Really, you’re nothing but a sheath of meat that I can thrust into.” His breaths became ragged, matching the same irregular sequence of Rhaenyra’s, a low humming sound on the glass surface with each of his moves.

“You can admit to it, it’s just the two of us.” He licked his lips, eagerly pushing into her again, the pressure around his member making a low hiss fill the room. “And the people who may be watching us down there, of course.”

Instead of her usual clever comments, the only thing to fall from her lips was incoherent mutters which filled the air as she leaned fully into his thrusts, welcoming the assault of his cock and the dildo. She was allowing him full access to all of her, giving herself up as she gave in to the pleasure that consumed her. Molten and soft under his touch, so sensitive to each of his motions.

Rhaenyra’s hair was tousled and matted in the place he had grabbed it in, a few isolated strands sticking to her slick face, little beads of sweat dancing on her forehead.

“Aegon, I can’t—” she mumbled into the glass, her mouth slightly agape, plump lips smearing against the surface and painting it in her lipstick as she came undone. He felt her become unsteady under him, her legs giving out as he felt her walls starting to flutter, accompanied by whines which increased in volume.

“Please stop, this is too—” Rhaenyra pleaded with him, her hand reaching back to grasp his thigh, “give me a minute.” Still a bit shaken, she readjusted herself, Aegon still remaining inside of her motionless. He had seen his sister peak countless of times, already knowing her body’s mannerisms during an orgasm like the back of his hand, and yet, this one had taken him by surprise.

“Are you okay?” He inquired, genuinely concerned as the air around grew thick with tension, the silence almost hurting his ears. “Should we stop?”

Accompanied by a drawn-out sigh, Rhaenyra answered his question by pushing against him, even when her motions were lacking balance or rhythm as if the sheer contact with his cock robbed her of her coordination.

The sound of his aching balls slapping against the warm flesh of his elder sister filled the room. Aegon was so blind with lust, driven by that inkling of a pulse that started just below his kneecaps, a low and demanding throbbing that whispered to him that he wasn’t quite there yet.

With one swift motion, his hand wandered up back to her throat, placing it just over the tender skin that vibrated with each of her utterances, raw and primal, from a place so deep within her, he doubted even she knew that inhabited her full frame.

“You are so fucking lucky that I am fucking your ass,” he groaned, burying himself in her depth, forcing her back against the window with all his weight. “Because if it was my cock in your pussy, you would leave this office with a baby inside of you.”

“What if—” Rhaenyra gasped, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter as her knees began to quiver and tremble, her climax building within her. “Fuck…. Aeg—”

Her throat trembled under his deft fingers as he pushed her head closer to his, his lips traveling over the delicate skin of her neck. He tried to kiss it, tried to give her the faintest hint of affection when all that was on his mind was seeing her lose it and ruining her once and for all.

Yet, with the intense pleasure surging through his body, all he could manage were a few disoriented swipes of his tongue over her skin, the taste of salt and warmth mixed with unadulterated lust filling his mouth. Aegon inhaled her deeply, filling his lungs with that special scent that only she had, the same one he had adored since his childhood and fantasized about in the depths of the night.

“What was that?” he mocked, only picking up his pace, filling both of her holes with all his might. His groin zapped at the tight sensation around him, his teeth catching on the skin of her neck, nibbling at it, feeling how she gave up all control. “Use your words, sweetheart. I can’t hear you.”

Rhaenyra would not be able to keep up with him for much longer, already so far gone, almost in a state of delirium. Bucking her hips against him helplessly, she closed all leftover distance between them, greedily pushing him all the way inside of her, allowing the deep, hedonistic haze to consume her.

“I…. I said…” Despite her most earnest attempts to put her thoughts into words, her body failed her as Aegon felt her body beginning to spasm underneath him. The tightening sensation of her muscles squeezing his length was so intense, it almost let him lose control as well. It took everything within him to outlast her, his mind set on fucking his big sister through her second orgasm, to feel her come undone around him.

Swiftly, he hardened his strokes, but the task of keeping a steady rhythm with both the dildo and his own member only became more difficult with his sister’s unsteadiness. Instead of the alternating pattern he had used in the beginning, all he could now focus on was allowing her that feeling of fullness, frantically shoving into her as deep as he could. His nails dug into the pale violet silicone, harsh grip trying to distract himself from coming too soon yet again, but Rhaenyra’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Aeg—”, Rhaenyra yelped as her entire body began to convulse. At first, it felt like every other orgasm he had given her, the hungry fluttering of her walls pushing him closer and closer to the edge, but he couldn’t stop just yet. Letting all the pent-up lust take control over him, he dove into her again and again until his vision blurred, his head feeling unusually light and heavy at the same time. All he could think of was how good she felt, how perfectly they fit, created just for the other, her walls accommodating him so easily—

With one final push, he was unable to put up a fight, Rhaenyra’s walls contracting around him and the dildo, forcing the latter to retreat from her cunt. “Fuck…Aegon…I can’t—”

She let her head lull back, falling against Aegon’s shoulder, as the first burst of wetness sprayed down their legs and onto the window front.

So caught off-guard by his sister’s ejaculation, his mind immediately entered a state of trance. Feeling Rhaenyra quiver so violently, hearing the sound of liquid splattering against the chilled glass, he could not control himself any longer, giving in to the deep pressure within his groin. As Rhaenyra continued to gush underneath him, his hips started to stutter, giving one last thrust against the plump mass of her ass as he allowed himself to lose his inhibition.

The world around him seemed to expand and contract in the rhythm of his sister’s sex, every atom around them visible as his vision went dark. Nothing else mattered at that moment, his life fading into a deep veil of obsidian before his eyes with the last things he could register being the wet sounds of his sister’s cunt and the orchestra of moans and mutters, unable to even place whose throat they emanated from. The boundless wave of his pleasure drowned out everything else as he emptied himself inside of her, long milky ropes of spend, pushing his cock as deep as he could.

For just a moment, the world seemed to halt. Whether he had lost consciousness, the exhaustion finally washing over him, or whether it had just been his brain short-circuiting, too overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of the endeavor, he could not determine. Panting, both of their chests slowly rising and falling, they attempted to process the experience they had just shared. Nothing but a tangled and dripping mess, the two of them were leaning against the glass, Aegon’s cock gradually losing its firmness and slipping out of his sister’s abused hole. A sheer pearlescent trail tickled down the curve of her plush thigh, mingling with his Rhaenyra’s own fluids.

“Holy shit, what was that? Did you know you could…?” His words were the first to break the silence, even with Aegon still out of breath and dizzy.

Rhaenyra brought one hand up to her face, sleeking away the flyways that had gotten stuck on her skin before bringing her fingers under her eyes, pale knuckles striving to wipe away the runny mess that had once been her extravagant eye makeup.

“No, I…I honestly always thought that squirting was a myth,” Rhaenyra mumbled, sounding genuinely surprised as she took a look at her juices which were splattered on the glass, steadily dripping towards the carpet. “I should clean that up—our cleaning crew does not get paid enough to deal with this.” She wagged her finger around the stains, her hand reaching for the discarded piece of silk on the floor, but Aegon caught her by the wrist.

“Don’t. Let me take care of that for you.”

He slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, bringing his face close to the sullied window.

“Stop that, Aegon,” Rhaenyra exclaimed, grasping for his neck to pull him back.

With a little grin on his face, he looked over his shoulder, giving her a playful wink. “No need to get jealous, sister. You’re up next, we wouldn’t want any of that to go to waste, would we?”

Rhaenyra’s cheeks flushed a pretty shade of scarlet as he returned his attention back to the window, lapping up the sweet nectar in long strokes with his tongue. Eagerly, he licked it up, the taste of arousal and harsh cleaning detergents tingling on his taste buds. Still craving more, he shifted his focus on the wet spots of his sister’s legs, covering her skin with his lips, gently suckling on it and taking in her flavor.

Savoring every last drop of her, he let his tongue travel up her shins to her thighs.

“Aegon you really don’t have to do this, I have a shower at home—” Rhaenyra pleaded, but by the way her hands tangled in his hair, the way she drew lazy circles on his scalp, he knew that his job was far from done.

“Hop on my desk, my lov—” he caught himself at the last moment, mentally smacking himself for almost slipping up. “I mean…uhm...my lovely sister. Let me clean you properly.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes fell on the dark mahogany wood table, the reports of last week’s shareholder’s conference still cluttering its surface. She met Aegon’s gaze. “But what about the paperwork?”

His lips twisted into a smile, amused by his sister’s hesitation, “Oh, come on, Nyra. They are just reports, my assistant can always print more. We have a fucking copy room with dozens upon dozens of paper stacks. I really thought you of all people would remember that.” He gave her behind a soft pat before adding, “Do as I said and get on that fucking desk. No excuses, Mrs. Targaryen.”

This time, she obeyed him without any further protest, heaving herself onto the wooden surface, watching her little brother as he intently let his tongue wander over her skin, careful not to miss a single spot. When Aegon reached the insides of her thighs, she easily spread them for him, allowing him better access.

She was incredibly ticklish, little giggles and wheezes slipping from her open mouth with each swipe of her little brother’s tongue over the sensitive flesh, but Aegon did not let that deter him from his mission. His hands securing her in place, he lapped up all of her sap in earnest, humming happily against her skin.

Only when his tongue teased the outer edge of her folds did Rhaenyra’s grip on his hair harden, pulling him away from her oversensitive sex.

“Please don’t. I don’t think I can handle any more tonight,” she begged, lids heavy and her gaze smudged.

Originally, Aegon had hoped that he could have finished her off one last time on the executive table, but judging by how disheveled Rhaenyra already looked, he decided to show her a tiny bit of mercy.

“Okay, I will leave you be…on the condition that you tell me what you were trying to say back there when you were on the verge of falling apart.”

Rhaenyra seemed to consider that for a moment. A bit too long for Aegon’s preference.

“Alright, you wanted it like this,” he mumbled against her skin as he slowly inched his tongue closer to her sensitive and swollen clit, the bud still glistening with her arousal.

“S-Stop,” his sister yelped. Immediately, she jumped at the overstimulation, trying to move back and away from his touch, but his hands firmly held her in place.

“If you don’t want to talk, I am more than happy to continue this,” he hummed, tongue teasing the throbbing bud at the top of her folds. Rhaenyra attempted to close her legs, to kick him away with her kneecaps, but all of her attempts were in vain. At last, she let out a defeated sigh.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you. Just stop fucking licking me, some of us have to drive home to a house full of kids after this.”

Responsive to her words, he gave her thighs an affirmative pat before retreating from her core, resting his chin against one of her knees. “Well, I’m all ears, Nyra.”

She seemed uneasy, fumbling around with a strand of his silver hair, playfully twisting it around her fingers before discarding it again for another, then repeating the motion with the next. Her thumb gently stroked over his cheek, brushing away a single droplet of her sap from the corner of his mouth.

“So…you know how you said you would fuck a baby inside of me?” Her teeth nervously caught onto her lower lip, quietly chewing on it. Aegon did not give her an answer, merely looking up at her with the same grin he always wore. “Well, what if you already did?”