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Percy watched Cassandra's back pensively as she led him down into the basement. Her figure was wiry and fit, and she stood only a head shorter than him. Her hair was the dark brown he remembered, but it was streaked with white reminiscent of his own. He could still see hints of the mischievous girl she used to be, but there was a hard edge to her now, a constant tenseness as if she was ready to fight at any moment.
It was his fault. On that damned day, he had abandoned her and fled Whitestone alone.
Shaking off the dark thoughts, he cleared his throat. "Will you at least tell me where we're going?"
"Like I said, there's something you need to see." She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes the same blue that he recalled. "Don't you trust me, Percival?"
"I do," he said quickly. "Of course I do, Cass. I just don't understand why we had to leave everyone else behind."
"You will soon," she said, facing forward. "Come."
Percy sighed and followed her down the stairs. They arrived at a dim and low-ceilinged but richly furnished basement. A merrily crackling fireplace, a writing desk, even a large bed—it looked like someone's living quarters, or perhaps a hideout. Cass turned around, her expression blank.
"Looks like we're here," he said dubiously, "wherever this is. What now?"
She peered at him without saying a word. No, not at him—at something behind him. He whirled around, reaching for the pepperbox, only to freeze as hostile magic bound his body. Delilah Briarwood stepped out of a secret passage in the wall, black-and-purple energies crackling around her fingers, her cold eyes narrowed in satisfaction.
"Delilah!" he snarled, straining against the bonds. "You bitch!"
"Now, now, there's no need for obscenities. There are ladies present." She caressed his cheek with her gloved fingers and smiled. "You've done well bringing him here, daughter."
Percy ceased struggling and swiveled his eyes toward his sister. "Cass?" he said weakly. "What's going on?"
She held his gaze for a moment, then looked away. "You were always smart," she said bitterly. "It's not that difficult to understand. I just did what my mother asked of me."
He gaped at her. "She murdered our family! How can you call her—"
"The Briarwoods took me in when you left me to die," she spat, glaring at him. "They are my family now."
Delilah circled behind her and laid her hands on her trembling shoulders. "Well said, dear. Don't you worry, we're going to make your brother understand how much he hurt you."
She snapped her fingers, and Percy gasped as an invisible force flung him onto the bed. Before he could so much as raise his head, her magic bore down on him, flattening him against the soft sheets. Delilah ushered Cassandra toward the bed, looking down at him like a predator would at prey.
"Just like old times, isn't it? You always held out so well against Ripley. It was as frustrating as it was entertaining, watching her try to break you." She smiled and patted Cassandra's head. "But I can do better now. I know your weakness."
Growling, he strained his muscles, but there was no escaping her spell. Confusion crossed Cassandra's eyes as she watched him struggle.
"Cass!" he cried with sudden hope. "Snap out of it! Don't let her do this!"
"You fool. She's mine, body and soul." Delilah placed a single finger under her chin and asked almost fondly, "Isn't that right?"
The confusion vanished from Cassandra's expression. "Yes, mother."
"Good girl. Now..." She leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Why don't you show your brother how much you've grown up?"
Cassandra glanced at Percy, and for a moment he hoped that she would wake up from her trance, but then she just unbuttoned her puff-sleeve jacket without a word. Before his horrified eyes, she tossed it to the floor, then shrugged off her blouse, revealing the simple white bra she wore underneath.
"Stop!" he cried. "What are you doing?"
She blinked, her fingers freezing at the waistband of her riding trousers.
Delilah tutted. "Did I tell you to stop?"
Cassandra flinched at the hard note in her voice and stooped to ease the trousers off. Pink tinged her cheeks when she straightened up, only her bra and panties protecting her modesty. Her skin was pale and marred here and there by old scars, but the marks on her neck appeared fresh. Percy swallowed. What had the bastards done to her?
"A pretty little thing, isn't she?" Delilah said, sitting down on the bed. "You should be thankful—Silas and I raised her in your regrettable absence."
"Why..." His voice cracked. "Why are you doing this to us?"
"There's something I learned about the de Rolos since I saw you last." She hooked a finger under his collar and raked it down, ripping his shirt along the front. "Your lineage has a special connection to the Sun Tree. By using your blood in a ritual, I could tap into its lingering powers." She sighed. "In retrospect, killing your parents was a waste. I won't make the same mistake with you."
"You're mad," he spat.
Her eyes flashed. "Mad? On the contrary, I see the world clearer than most. But I suppose explaining such things to you would be a waste of breath." She beckoned Cassandra. "Come closer, daughter."
Cassandra walked up and halted before her like a doll. Delilah rose to her feet and undid her bra, baring her pale perky breasts. Cassandra's blush intensified, and she raised her arm to cover up, but Delilah seized her wrist and held it down.
"There's no need for that," she chided. "After all, we're all family here."
Percy growled and struggled. Delilah glanced back at him and sneered as she trailed a hand down Cassandra's flat stomach. Sliding it between her milky thighs, she cupped her over her panties. Cassandra's breath hitched.
"Don't touch her!" he cried. "Don't you dare!"
"But she likes my touch so much, Percival," Delilah said. "Isn't that right... daughter?" She slipped her hand into her panties.
A tremble ran through Cassandra. "I like it," she breathed, her blue eyes hazy. "Your fingers feel amazing, mother."
"Such a darling." Delilah pulled out her hand and patted Cassandra's ass. "Now show your brother how much you missed him."
Cassandra stepped toward the bed, then winced and touched her forehead. "I... don't..."
Delilah gripped her chin and made her look her in the eye. "You know what will happen if you don't listen to me, don't you?"
Cassandra shuddered. "Sorry, mother."
With a resolute expression, she clambered onto the bed and straddled his thighs. Despite himself, Percy couldn't help running his gaze over her. Delilah was right; she had grown into a woman. And he hadn't been there to see it.
She reached for his belt and unclasped the buckle, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Cass, listen to me!" he exclaimed. "This is wrong."
"Stop dawdling," Delilah snapped. "Holding him down is costing me energy. You're not so naive as not to know what to do with a man, are you?"
Blushing, Cassandra yanked down his trousers and underwear. She swallowed as she looked down at his cock, then hesitantly reached for it. He couldn't help gasping at her touch.
Delilah laughed throatily. "Don't be afraid to grip it more firmly. Your brother will love it."
Cassandra wrapped his length with her delicate fingers and stroked him timidly. Shame welled inside him as he stiffened despite the utter wrongness of the situation, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The mattress depressed, and she gasped softly, pausing her strokes. Percy cracked open his eyes. Delilah kneeled behind Cassandra, her hand down her panties, leering at him over her shoulder.
"Please stop," he begged, peering into Cassandra's eyes. "You don't want to do this."
"You're saying that when your sister's this wet for you." Delilah raised her hand and spread her glistening fingers. "Show him."
Biting her lip, Cassandra rose to her knees and peeled off her panties. A string of her juices stretched from her womanhood to the fabric. She sat back to slip them off, then straddled his waist.
"Look, Percy," she whispered, spreading herself. "This is how much I want to be with you."
He swallowed and turned his gaze away, his cheeks burning. "This isn't you," he cried. "She charmed you! You've got to fight it!"
"Do you remember huddling together in the dungeons? You held my hand and promised you would get us out." She leaned over him, her blue eyes glimmering. "Yet you ran away and never came back for me."
"I'm sorry," he said, tears stinging his eyes. "I'm so sorry."
"It's all right," she said softly. "I was angry with you for a long time, but not anymore." A smile reminiscent of better times curved her lips.
Percy gulped in horror. "Cass?"
She backed over him and rested her hot womanhood against his balls, making his treacherous cock twitch. "Thanks to mother, we can be together again." Her blush extended down to the valley between her breasts, and her rosy nipples were pebbled.
"No," he cried. "Anything but that! Cassandra!"
Delilah clicked her tongue. "So loud, Percival. You're ruining the mood." She looked around and smirked when her gaze landed on Cassandra's discarded panties. "I know just the thing to shut you up."
She snapped her fingers, causing her magic to wrench his jaw apart. Picking up the panties, she bunched them up and shoved them into his mouth. The muffled noise he made in protest only made her smirk widen.
"Go on, daughter." She gripped his cock and angled him at Cassandra's glistening entrance.
Cassandra sought out his eyes, clasped his hand, and interlaced their fingers. "Turn me into a woman, brother," she whispered, smiling.
Percy shut his eyes, wishing he was anywhere but here. The bindings around his hand seemed to weaken, and he tightened his fingers around his sister's, tears rolling down his cheeks. If there was any comfort he could give her, he would.
She eased down on him and let out an almost surprised gasp as his cock parted her wet folds. He moaned involuntarily against the gag. Depraved as the situation was, her hot wet embrace made him grow even harder. Cass, his flesh-and-blood sister... He opened his eyes, almost expecting to see the remorse he felt reflected on her face, but only found a blissful, vacant smile.
"Keep going." Delilah sidled behind Cassandra and laid her hands on her lithe hips. "You may be unused to this, but do your best for mother."
Cassandra screwed up her face and sank down on him fully, eliciting another moan. Whimpering, she rolled her hips back and forth. Percy stared into her eyes, trying to reach her with his gaze alone. She couldn't have wanted this. The real Cass had to be somewhere inside.
"Yes, like that," Delilah crooned, guiding her gently. "Don't stop until you receive his seed."
Percy's eyes widened in dismay, but Cassandra only nodded and rocked her hips to the rhythm dictated by Delilah, her face set in intense concentration. Delilah gently kissed her shoulder and sneered at Percy.
"You heard right. I'll have you sire a de Rolo heir, one of the purest lineage."
Percy sobbed helplessly. Delilah smiled and fondled Cassandra's breasts from behind. When her fingers teased her pebbled nipple, she arched her back with a gasp. His treacherous cock throbbed inside her wetness.
"What a sight," Delilah drawled. "It brings a tear to my eye to see you siblings reunited. Aren't you happy, Cassandra?"
"Yes," she breathed. "We're together, finally."
"Such a good girl," Delilah crooned. "Let me help you feel even better."
She slipped her hand down Cassandra's stomach and rubbed the top of her slit in little circles. Cassandra moaned and clenched around him, her breasts heaving. Percy's muscles corded as he fought the bindings desperately. Why did something so wrong have to feel so good?
"Don't stop," Delilah said, swatting her ass. "Make your brother happy too."
Cassandra rode him faster, her breaths coming in whimpers. Her inner walls massaged his length, testing his endurance to the limit. Percy gnawed on the gag as pressure mounted in his loins.
Delilah's purple eyes found his. "I shall give you a treat. The moment you come inside her, I'll release her mind, just like you wanted."
Percy groaned and tossed his head. No no no, he chanted in his head, hold back, hold back...
Delilah's lips quirked up, and she reached between his legs to cup his tight balls. "Come," she hissed. "Fill your sister's womb."
With a strangled bellow, he bucked into Cassandra. Delilah cackled and stroked his quivering balls as he spurted his seed inside her again and again. Cassandra gasped and slowed down, a dreamy smile spreading over her face. It faded and was replaced by a look of puzzlement, then dawning dismay. She looked down at where they were connected and touched her belly.
"Percy," she whispered. "What... what have we done?" A tear rolled down her cheek.
He tried to speak but only managed an indistinct noise, tears blurring his own eyes. Even if they somehow escaped this predicament, things would never be the same between them. Perhaps that's what that bitch Delilah wanted.
"Why are you crying, dear?" Delilah said softly, wiping her tears away. "You've done well. Mother is so very proud."
Cassandra's eyes clouded again, and her ragged breathing calmed down. "I'm glad."
"Good." Delilah patted her ass. "Now get off; I might as well use this chance and have a turn myself."
Cassandra rose and sighed as he slipped out of her. Percy stared at Delilah as she climbed off the bed and wiggled out of her dress. The sheer slip she wore underneath did little to conceal her voluptuous figure. What other torment did she have in store for him?
"Don't look so surprised, Percival. My love, Silas... ever since I brought him back, something's been missing. Since you're here, I might as well indulge myself." She eyed his limp cock and smirked. "That won't do. Get him hard for me with your mouth, daughter."
Cassandra obediently bent over his cock, took it in her hand, and furrowed her brow. She kissed it, glanced at Delilah as if for guidance, then hesitantly wrapped her lips around it. He groaned as her tongue circled his sensitive tip.
Delilah sat down beside them and observed with a smile. Putting a hand on the back of Cassandra's head, she gently pushed her down, forcing her to take him deeper. He moaned through the gag.
Delilah glanced up at his face. "I think these have served their use." Pinching the panties, she pulled them out of his mouth. "Enjoying yourself, Percival?"
"Y-you bitch," he sputtered. "I'll kill you!"
"Still with the threats," she said with mock exasperation. "Let me show you a better way to use your mouth."
Hiking up her slip, she straddled his face and sagged onto him. He gave a strangled noise as he struggled to draw breath against her lace-covered crotch.
She rose a fraction, allowing him to inhale, and slid her panties aside. "Lick me."
He gritted his teeth and turned his head aside. Sighing, Delilah sank her fingers into his hair and mashed her bare cunt against his mouth. Her juices coated his lips, making him grimace. The bitch must've gotten excited toying with him and Cassandra.
"You were always such a stubborn boy. If you don't pleasure me properly, I'll just ride your cock until I'm satisfied. Why, I might just bear another heir." She laughed at the panic in his eyes. "Is he ready yet, Cassandra?"
Cold air tickled his cock as Cassandra let him out of his mouth. "Not yet."
"Well, suck him properly. Do I have to teach you everything myself?"
Percy groaned as his cock was engulfed by Cassandra's warm mouth again. Delilah tugged roughly on his hair and ground her cunt against him, her feminine scent filling his nostrils. Down below, his sister bobbed her head, sucking him to hardness.
Cassandra let him out of her mouth with a sigh. "He's ready."
"Well done." Delilah rose and peered at him, amusement glinting in her eyes. "Getting hard from your own sister's mouth. You de Rolos are sick."
Percy opened his mouth to retort, then just gnashed his teeth. The bitch seemed to be enjoying his defiance, and he didn't want to give her the satisfaction.
She backed over him and gripped his slick cock. "You better last longer with me, or we'll have to do this all over again."
Locking her eyes with his, she impaled herself upon him in a single smooth motion. Percy balled his fists and moaned. He hated her with every fiber of his being, and yet the tight, wet embrace of her cunt felt excruciatingly exquisite around his sensitive cock.
She smiled, braced her palms against his stomach, and rode him fiercely. There was no hesitation in her movements, only animalistic lust.
"I missed this," she gasped. "I missed having a hard cock inside me."
Her pale cheeks were flushed and her usually tamed hair mussed about her face. He found himself momentarily captivated by her wild look before he caught himself and averted his gaze.
"Doesn't it feel good with me, Percy?" she breathed. "Or do you prefer your sister?"
He glared up at her. She cackled breathlessly. Biting back an oath, he looked away. He wouldn't win against her madness with words.
His gaze landed on Cass. Kneeling on the bed, she watched the two of them with a faint blush on her cheeks and petted herself between the legs. He gaped.
"Looks like little Cassandra hasn't had enough," Delilah crooned. "Such poor manners, Percival. You have to make your partner feel good too." She jerked her chin at him. "Make him pleasure you with his mouth, just like I did."
Cassandra removed her hand from between her thighs and crawled toward him on all fours with something akin to eagerness on her face.
"Don't," Percy pleaded, even knowing his words wouldn't break through the charm clouding her mind.
"Face me," Delilah breathed, gyrating atop him. "I want to watch."
Cassandra swung her lithe leg over his head and lowered herself over his mouth. He grimaced as a mixture of her juices and his seed dribbled onto his chin.
"Please, Percy," she said. "Make me feel good."
Even though it had to be a result of Delilah's brainwashing, there was an unmistakable plea in her voice. As if in a haze, he extended his tongue and swept it over her glistening folds. A shiver of pleasure ran through her, eliciting a depraved thrill inside him.
"Yes," she cried. "Oh, yes, Percy."
Never before had his sister called his name with such desire. Some final barrier broke inside him, and he lavished her with his tongue, no longer caring what he tasted or how wrong the act was. She moaned and sank lower to give him better access. His cock twitched inside Delilah.
"Going to come inside your hated enemy?" she panted. "I wish I could see your face, if your tongue wasn't buried inside your little sister's cunt."
"M-mother," Cassandra gasped out.
"Look into my eyes, dear. Give your mother a kiss."
The women's warm weights shifted, and wet sounds of kissing drifted to his ears. Percy groaned. Delilah's relentless riding was bringing him to the edge, but he focused on pleasuring Cassandra, driven by some debauched desire. She was moaning sweetly and arching her hips in search of more stimulation. He lapped at her steadily with his tongue.
"Oh, Percy!" She quivered and collapsed onto him with all her weight.
He gave a muffled whimper as he found himself trapped and unable to draw breath. Then Delilah slammed down on him the last time and screamed, clamping down on him hard. His mind blanked, and he erupted inside her with a moan, the sheer pleasure wiping away his qualms.
Spent, he sagged back on the sheets. Cassandra rose off him, murmuring an apology, and he sucked in a greedy breath. As he came down from his high, guilt and shame crashed over him anew.
Cassandra laid down beside him. "Don't cry," she said, and kissed his cheek. "I told you, everything will be all right." She looked at Delilah pleadingly.
Delilah took his other side. "That's right, Percy. You can live at Whitestone together. I'll take very good care of you, my two precious de Rolos." She smiled languidly. "Just look into my eyes."
Cassandra clasped his hand and nodded eagerly. He searched her face and let out a shuddering sigh. They could be together. Without guilt, without shame. Turning his head, he met Delilah's purple eyes and felt happy.