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"Adaine, you're late," Aelwyn calls, her lofty voice carrying to where Adaine is trying to quietly enter the house. The Abernant mansion is huge but empty, and sound always travels so much further than Adaine wishes. She continues carefully toeing her shoes off; maybe if she ignores her sister, Aelwyn will lose interest and go back to whatever she was doing before Adaine came home.
"Adaine." Her sister again, closer this time. Dammit. There's a heavy sigh to Aelwyn's voice as she comes around the corner and continues. "You know when your curfew is. Really, I expect more out of you. I thought you had figured out the whole– public transportation system."
The face Aelwyn makes lets Adaine know exactly what her sister thinks about taking the bus. It's not as if Adaine has a choice and she's rather proud of herself for figuring out the schedule she needs to get to school everyday. Regardless, that's not even why she's late.
"I didn't take the bus home, I- I had friend drop me off," Adaine says, and watches Aelwyn's face go dark.
"Is that right?" Aelwyn steps closer and Adaine immediately feels trapped. She looks down to avoid seeing whatever derision is certainly plastered on Aelwyn's, face. "So you were late and you were off cavorting with those little friends of yours? If you keep running around with boys and letting them drive you home, people are going to get ideas, little sister."
Kristen's mom had driven her home, and even if it had been one of the boys, it's not like Adaine would be doing anything inappropriate with them. Adaine keeps her mouth shut; Aelwyn has already made up her mind and trying to defend herself will only make her sister double down.
"I suppose if you can't be trusted to follow something as basic as a curfew, then I'll just have to verify for myself that you're not breaking more important rules." That causes Adaine's head to snap up, her breathing coming faster.
"I haven't been doing anything!" Her voice cracks halfway through, and Aelwyn sighs like this is all an inconvenience.
"You can let me check now," Aelwyn says, voice like iron. "Or I can tell Father and he can check when he gets home."
Aelwyn steps closer, posture all faux-sympathy.
"You know how cross he gets when I can't keep you in line, Adaine. " She softly pushes a lock of hair off Adaine's cheek. "And Mother will be so disappointed he had to step in. Do you really want to deal with that?"
Adaine doesn't. The thought of her father doing one of these checks to her, of her father's hands on her, it's nauseating. She shakes her head slowly, the dread in her stomach growing even as she makes her choice.
"Good girl," Aelwyn purrs, lightly buffing Adaine's chin before turning to head to the dining room, obviously expecting Adaine to follow. She does, dragging her feet even when she knows there's no getting out of this.
She unbuttons her blazer reluctantly, laying it over the back of one of the chairs carefully. Her skirt and blouse follow, neatly folded and stacked on the seat of the chair. The last time this had happened, Adaine had dropped her clothes on the ground, feeling bratty and lashing out in the only way she knew how. Aelwyn had made her pick them up and fold them, and then had tossed them and made Adaine start again and again until she was pleased. She can still remember the way her bare skin had broken out in gooseflesh, the utter humiliation of her own nudity during such a mundane task. The lesson had stuck.
"Please, do take as long as you like, dear sister." Aelwyn's impatience is obvious in her voice. Flushing, Adaine takes the seat expected of her, settled on the edge of the table. It's its own kind of humiliation, doing this in the formal dining room. Adaine's never allowed to attend any dinners her parents host in here, a small mercy, because she won't able to associate this room with anything other than this.
"I really haven't done anything, Aelwyn," she tries again, feeling small. Her sister steps closer, patting Adaine on the cheek like a small child.
"I suppose we'll see about that." Aelwyn kisses her on the forehead, tender. "Try to remember, this is for your own good."
Aelwyn's movements are sure and practiced as she traces over Adaine's breasts, slipping under the edges of her soft cotton bra and knocking the straps off her shoulders.
"You're going to need a real one of these soon, the rate you've been growing." Aelwyn sounds almost disappointed. She undoes the clasp, sliding the bra down Adaine's arms, and carelessly palming over Adaine's skin. If she can be believed, then she's looking for bruises, hickeys, any sort of proof Adaine has let anyone else touch her here. The cold air and rough handling has Adaine's nipples stiffening against Aelwyn's palms. Privately, Adaine has always just thought this was another way to embarrass her.
"Growing here, too." Aelwyn pokes at Adaine's stomach, where she's finally started to fill out from eating more than once a day. "Mother's noticed. You'll need to start watching what you eat again, baby sister. We have a reputation to uphold."
"Hips up." Aelwyn pats at her thigh, in the same condescending way she had patted Adaine's cheek earlier. Cheeks burning, Adaine complies.
Aelwyn pulls her underwear down efficiently, and Adaine's bare skin hits the warm, sanded wood of the table. Tears start pooling in her eyes as Aelwyn eases her knees apart, and Adaine looks up at the ceiling to avoid having to look anywhere else.
Aelwyn is impersonal, the way she uses her fingers to spread Adaine open, the clinical weight of her gaze on Adaine's most private areas. Despite the detachment, there's still an odd, squirming brush of pleasure as Aelwyn inspects her. Each time her thumb makes a pass at the top of Adaine's fold, that alien arousal grows. A fingertip nudges against her opening, and sharp discomfort cuts through the slowly building pleasure.
"That hurts," Adaine whines, like she does everytime.
"If it hurts, that's good," Aelwyn responds, like always. "It means no one else has been here."
Aelwyn pushes her finger deeper, the ache growing as Adaine sucks a sharp breath in through her teeth.
"No one but me," Aelwyn continues, as her finger slowly draws back and repeats the process. It doesn't hurt so much anymore as it's just a constant, uncomfortable fullness inside Adaine. This is new, whatever this is. Aelwyn's thumb returns to that delicate, sensitive area at the top of Adaine's folds.
"Aelwyn?" Pressure inside her, pressure against that wonderful little spot. Adaine can feel wetness dripping down onto the table below her. She's making a mess.
"Shh, darling. I just have to make sure you're healthy." Aelwyn's voice sounds odd, heavy in a way. "You're growing so fast."
It's getting harder to catch her breath, but it's not like one of Adaine's fits. Something is building, hot and new and the sort of uncomfortable that feels good. Like the shameful way the vibrations of the bus or the seat of the Hangman feel against her panties. Aelwyn's going to notice. She shouldn't be feeling like this, wouldn't be, if she was good. Aelwyn is going to notice.
"Aelwyn, please, I don't-" Adaine gasps out, the strange feeling growing, her hips rocking down against Aelwyn's hand despite her best efforts to control them. "I promise, I've been good."
Tears are falling in earnest now, Adaine's desperate attempts to make her sister understand. She doesn't want Aelwyn upset with her.
"It's alright, Adaine, I know." Aelwyn kisses her on the forehead again, lets her lips linger this time. "Think of this as a reward, for being so well behaved."
A reward? Her sister never gives her those, or praise, or even has a kind word to spare for Adaine sake. What is she meant to do with-
Pleasure crests, and Adaine can feel the wetness under her double. Relief leaves her trembling, Aelwyn's hand still caught between her thighs, her finger still trapped in the clutch of Adaine's hole. Aelwyn eases out slowly, silently.
"Aelwyn?" Aelwyn doesn't even look at her, just walks to the kitchen to clean her hands on a towel, the kind of things that she would mock Adaine for not just using a prestidigitation to take care of.
"Clean up the table, Adaine. You've made a mess."