Post by Ravynne Quinn on Oct 18, 2024 4:21:46 GMT -8
The way her Xanders eyes followed her every movement gave Ravvy a deep sense of satisfaction. Still, after all this time passed, she looked into his purple and blue eyes and saw the young, mischievous yet loving and fiercely protective boy he had once been, but as her gaze had traced the contours of his matured body during their intimacy, physically, there was no resemblance at all, he was now very much a man with the results of his years of training displayed in the firmness of the contours of his muscles. Ravvy herself had great confidence in her appearance, and this only served to fuel her overall confidence. Experience had taught her that others found her physical stature very appealing, from a lingering gaze to the increase in their heart rate, it was clear as to how they felt in her presence, but never did she allow any enough time to see past her appearance, there had only ever been one person who had known the real Ravynne and he was led on her…no, his bed.
As her peripheral vision caught sight of her father’s body laying upon the floor, she felt a surge of empowerment move through her body and brain as if suddenly struck with a lightning strike. The one person that had stood in her way and had bought untold misery to her life was now dead. She was free and she was in full control of every aspect of her life, including Xander.
He never once averted his gaze, he wanted her again, appearing to crave her in fact and this delighted her. This much was clear to see in his eyes, in the longing of his voice and in his body. The way his fingers had traced her tattoo told her all she had needed and wanted to know. Like her feelings for him, his feeling had never once waned, she had seen it, felt it with every tough and tasted it with every kiss.
Now she had him within grasp, she was not prepared to lose him again. Her plan now was to keep him close and keep hold. As these thoughts entered her mind, a plan began to form in her mind of just how she was going to do this.
With her hands in the chest of drawers, moving around items of clothing to find what she had been searching for, she grasped hold of her training clothes from the small pile of clothing she had stored within them, however, upon hearing his words she began to put her plan into action. She had closed the top she had been rummaging in, leaving behind her training outfit and, still with her back toward him, she gave him her most flirtatious giggle. Slowly with back toward him and fully unclothed, she slowly bent forward with her back arched and, from the bottom drawer she removed a handful of the ties that were stored within.
Raising herself back up to full height she slowly turned toward him, displaying her form fully.
Feigning a bashful grin, she took placed the fingernail from her right index finger between her slightly parted lips and bit down softly, she held the ties out before her in her left hand and allowed them to unfold until they dangled from her fingers.
Was that a request?
Accentuating her walk, she sashayed over to her brother who was sat upon the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed. Holding out the left hand containing the dangling ties, she lowered them just low enough to allow the tips of the ties to gently sit on his skin of his ankles and walked along the side of the bed slowly and brushed them over the length of his body. In action that felt like minutes, but was, seconds, her glistening green eyes remained transfixed upon his face, watching his expressions intensely, her bashful grin never once fading.
If you do not wish me to steal your clothing, then I feel, I have no other option but to remain in a permanent state of undress. Now, while you may think this an appealing result…Her well practiced manipulative tone not once faltering in conveying its soft, seductive, and playing tone as she took one of the ties and looped it around his wrists. The tie purposely remained loose and unfastened for a purpose…you are not able to place a hand upon me, as you need to rest and to heal.
Playfully she leant forward and placed a kiss upon his forehead and turned to walk from the bed…
While you rest, I am going to dispose of the rubbish…She gestured toward their father and walked to the wardrobe where she lifted down an old sleeping bag that had been stored within it since the days of their family camping trips long ago…Once I am finished, I shall get you some food and drink, and then we will have time to talk for there is much I wish to know and I am sure there is much you wish to know.
Ravvy knelt beside her father and began to manoeuvre his remains into the sleeping bag. It never failed to amaze her how heavy the bodies of the dead were. It was always, regardless of how much of a fight you had, easier to kill then it was to dispose of their remains. Once he was encased it the sleeping bag, she took hold of the head end and began to drag it from the room. Ravvy had always noted her father’s imposing height and build, but never had she considered that this strong man would be such a weight.
Spending time alone with the body of her father as she manoeuvred him through the house to the maintenance room that powered the entire home, she had time to think. For the first time since Xander had arrived, she realised that she was having some conflicting emotions, and this was causing an internal battle of the mind. Everything had seemed to have occurred in an instant. She had awoken to find Xander in her bed and now she was disposing of the body of her father.
On one hand, the day she had always dreamt of had arrived. Her brother, the one person in the world that had never betrayed her, had loved, and protected her unconditionally and he was the one person she had known that utterly understood her, had come home. When their mother had taken him from her, she had also torn Ravvy in half, she had lost big apart of herself that day and had spent every day since feeling empty. The one person in the world she trusted, found safety and comfort in had been ripped from her that day, and every day since she had felt alone.
The moment she had realised who had crawled into her bed, she was transported back to the mindset of the child she had been before he was taken from her. She was full of relief, shock, excitement, safety, and happiness all mixed with a feeling of all-encompassing love. These feelings were still present within her, however, they were mixed by the opposing force that had taken her father years of grooming to implant within her mind. No sooner would a glimpse of a positive emotion appear in the forefront of her mind, then her father’s words would sprinkle them with elements of doubt and distrust, marring them. She was to forget Xander, their mother would have corrupted him, turned him against them both, that even if he were to come back, he was not trusted for he would be returning to kill them both. She had never believed her father’s words, and though this was still true now, like an itch that cannot be scratched, they were still clawing away and casting doubt.
Her father was still very much alive and living rent free in her mind and this made Ravvy resentful and full of anger. She wanted to prove him wrong, show her father that she had been right about her big brother all along, but how would she manage to do that when she was unable to trust him?
Over an hour later and Ravvy had disposed of her father’s body within the power generator for the house, very soon he would there would be no more remnants of his body left. This was an act she had surprisingly found liberating yet challenging. The challenge of the act had surprised her, as for many years she had despised her father, since he begun to turn into the dark being she knew, he had shown her nothing but contempt and anger, she had believed that all feelings of affection had been lost some time ago, but finality of the disposal had bought tears to her eyes and this feeling she was unable to understand it was frustrating.
He was now gone and could no longer hurt either of his children and this bought an overwhelming sense of relief with it. This was the more powerful of the emotions.
Going to the kitchen, Ravvy prepared a sandwich and a glass of fresh fruit juice which she displayed upon a tray and carried through to Xander.
Entering the room, Ravvy was pleased to see the household droid had already cleaned the blood from the polished stone floor, now, all evidence of the earlier altercation was now absent.
Moving across the room, Ravvy could not stop her eyes from lingering over the body of Xander as she placed the tray upon Xanders lap. A small breath caught in her throat as she realised what she was doing.
Eat and drink, you need the energy to heal. Once you have finished, we will get you cleaned up. I can search Fathers wardrobe for some clothing for you. You look to be the same size…Reaching her right arm out toward his head, she used her fingers to comb his hair softly from his face with a soft and tender expression upon her face, yet again, this was false and practiced as her guard refused to lower, little did she realise that she was trying to fool herself as well as him for all the emotions she had felt as a child were now stronger for they were adult in nature…How do you feel?
As her peripheral vision caught sight of her father’s body laying upon the floor, she felt a surge of empowerment move through her body and brain as if suddenly struck with a lightning strike. The one person that had stood in her way and had bought untold misery to her life was now dead. She was free and she was in full control of every aspect of her life, including Xander.
He never once averted his gaze, he wanted her again, appearing to crave her in fact and this delighted her. This much was clear to see in his eyes, in the longing of his voice and in his body. The way his fingers had traced her tattoo told her all she had needed and wanted to know. Like her feelings for him, his feeling had never once waned, she had seen it, felt it with every tough and tasted it with every kiss.
Now she had him within grasp, she was not prepared to lose him again. Her plan now was to keep him close and keep hold. As these thoughts entered her mind, a plan began to form in her mind of just how she was going to do this.
With her hands in the chest of drawers, moving around items of clothing to find what she had been searching for, she grasped hold of her training clothes from the small pile of clothing she had stored within them, however, upon hearing his words she began to put her plan into action. She had closed the top she had been rummaging in, leaving behind her training outfit and, still with her back toward him, she gave him her most flirtatious giggle. Slowly with back toward him and fully unclothed, she slowly bent forward with her back arched and, from the bottom drawer she removed a handful of the ties that were stored within.
Raising herself back up to full height she slowly turned toward him, displaying her form fully.
Feigning a bashful grin, she took placed the fingernail from her right index finger between her slightly parted lips and bit down softly, she held the ties out before her in her left hand and allowed them to unfold until they dangled from her fingers.
Was that a request?
Accentuating her walk, she sashayed over to her brother who was sat upon the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed. Holding out the left hand containing the dangling ties, she lowered them just low enough to allow the tips of the ties to gently sit on his skin of his ankles and walked along the side of the bed slowly and brushed them over the length of his body. In action that felt like minutes, but was, seconds, her glistening green eyes remained transfixed upon his face, watching his expressions intensely, her bashful grin never once fading.
If you do not wish me to steal your clothing, then I feel, I have no other option but to remain in a permanent state of undress. Now, while you may think this an appealing result…Her well practiced manipulative tone not once faltering in conveying its soft, seductive, and playing tone as she took one of the ties and looped it around his wrists. The tie purposely remained loose and unfastened for a purpose…you are not able to place a hand upon me, as you need to rest and to heal.
Playfully she leant forward and placed a kiss upon his forehead and turned to walk from the bed…
While you rest, I am going to dispose of the rubbish…She gestured toward their father and walked to the wardrobe where she lifted down an old sleeping bag that had been stored within it since the days of their family camping trips long ago…Once I am finished, I shall get you some food and drink, and then we will have time to talk for there is much I wish to know and I am sure there is much you wish to know.
Ravvy knelt beside her father and began to manoeuvre his remains into the sleeping bag. It never failed to amaze her how heavy the bodies of the dead were. It was always, regardless of how much of a fight you had, easier to kill then it was to dispose of their remains. Once he was encased it the sleeping bag, she took hold of the head end and began to drag it from the room. Ravvy had always noted her father’s imposing height and build, but never had she considered that this strong man would be such a weight.
Spending time alone with the body of her father as she manoeuvred him through the house to the maintenance room that powered the entire home, she had time to think. For the first time since Xander had arrived, she realised that she was having some conflicting emotions, and this was causing an internal battle of the mind. Everything had seemed to have occurred in an instant. She had awoken to find Xander in her bed and now she was disposing of the body of her father.
On one hand, the day she had always dreamt of had arrived. Her brother, the one person in the world that had never betrayed her, had loved, and protected her unconditionally and he was the one person she had known that utterly understood her, had come home. When their mother had taken him from her, she had also torn Ravvy in half, she had lost big apart of herself that day and had spent every day since feeling empty. The one person in the world she trusted, found safety and comfort in had been ripped from her that day, and every day since she had felt alone.
The moment she had realised who had crawled into her bed, she was transported back to the mindset of the child she had been before he was taken from her. She was full of relief, shock, excitement, safety, and happiness all mixed with a feeling of all-encompassing love. These feelings were still present within her, however, they were mixed by the opposing force that had taken her father years of grooming to implant within her mind. No sooner would a glimpse of a positive emotion appear in the forefront of her mind, then her father’s words would sprinkle them with elements of doubt and distrust, marring them. She was to forget Xander, their mother would have corrupted him, turned him against them both, that even if he were to come back, he was not trusted for he would be returning to kill them both. She had never believed her father’s words, and though this was still true now, like an itch that cannot be scratched, they were still clawing away and casting doubt.
Her father was still very much alive and living rent free in her mind and this made Ravvy resentful and full of anger. She wanted to prove him wrong, show her father that she had been right about her big brother all along, but how would she manage to do that when she was unable to trust him?
Over an hour later and Ravvy had disposed of her father’s body within the power generator for the house, very soon he would there would be no more remnants of his body left. This was an act she had surprisingly found liberating yet challenging. The challenge of the act had surprised her, as for many years she had despised her father, since he begun to turn into the dark being she knew, he had shown her nothing but contempt and anger, she had believed that all feelings of affection had been lost some time ago, but finality of the disposal had bought tears to her eyes and this feeling she was unable to understand it was frustrating.
He was now gone and could no longer hurt either of his children and this bought an overwhelming sense of relief with it. This was the more powerful of the emotions.
Going to the kitchen, Ravvy prepared a sandwich and a glass of fresh fruit juice which she displayed upon a tray and carried through to Xander.
Entering the room, Ravvy was pleased to see the household droid had already cleaned the blood from the polished stone floor, now, all evidence of the earlier altercation was now absent.
Moving across the room, Ravvy could not stop her eyes from lingering over the body of Xander as she placed the tray upon Xanders lap. A small breath caught in her throat as she realised what she was doing.
Eat and drink, you need the energy to heal. Once you have finished, we will get you cleaned up. I can search Fathers wardrobe for some clothing for you. You look to be the same size…Reaching her right arm out toward his head, she used her fingers to comb his hair softly from his face with a soft and tender expression upon her face, yet again, this was false and practiced as her guard refused to lower, little did she realise that she was trying to fool herself as well as him for all the emotions she had felt as a child were now stronger for they were adult in nature…How do you feel?
