A/N: A short rhyme to start things off, free form. Don't burn me, litmajors.

In secret I filled a kink

and told Heath with a wink.

Sisters are loving,

They're oh so charming!

I avoid the incoming brick.

It all started innocently enough. Bethany had always admired her older sister, Marian. Looks, ability, confidence, all wrapped in one neat package. She herself was pretty enough, but between the two of them it was almost always Marian who drew the most wanton of stares from men and women. Whatever femininity the eldest Hawke child lacked she compensated with elegance and constant confidence. Bethany was never jealous of the attention, really. Truth be told she'd rather not get any. It came with being an apostate, she supposed; hence Bethany dismissed her near idol-worship of her sister merely as vicarious living.

She was living blissfully in ignorance until the pirate queen had to open her fat mouth that fateful day in the Keep.

"Coming here of my own free will feels wrong...like diddling a sister."

It didn't help that Marian was standing beneath the dazzling light that filtered into the barrack's large windows that moment, tucking in a stray lock of her silken dark hair behind her ear and batting those impossibly long eyelashes as she spoke with Aveline. Even Marian's glacial blue eyes seemed more radiant than ever at that very moment.

Weak-kneed, Bethany could have sworn that even Andraste herself could not hold a candle to her lovely sibling.

She caught her thoughts and swallowed.

It can't be.

But it is.

Bethany Hawke is smitten with Marian Hawke.

A younger sister smitten with an older sister.

The usually-composed apostate threw her hands in the air and cried to Isabela, surprising everyone in the barracks. "Why? Why do you say these things!"

And so begun Bethany's agony. It used to be she could hug, share a bath, Maker, even kiss Marian (chastely, she must add) and think nothing of it. Now, she could not even brush against her big sister's bare skin without thinking of how divine it would feel to grind against that lean, supple...

"Penny for your thoughts, Bethy?"

The youngest Hawke stopped brushing her hair and tensed in her seat. A playful smirk was on Marian's lips as she lay languidly on the battered mattress across from Bethany. Blood immediately made its way to the younger sister's cheeks. "I'm sorry, Sister," she sighed, emphasizing the last word for her own sake. "Were you saying something?" Bethany asked, turning her face against the faint light to hide her discomfort.

Marian tsked and lay the book she was reading on her lap. "I said 'if you want to sleep early I could move my reading to the other room.'"

"I'm fine," Bethany shook her head and continued with her ritual, rhythmically stroking her hair. "Want some more light?" she offered with a wavering voice.

"Thank you, but I'm good," Marian declined, not even looking up from her book as she turned a page. Without a modicum of modesty the older sister scratched the underside of her breasts through the thin fabric of her loose and sleeveless shift. Again, Bethany found herself staring at her alluring sister. Marian was dressed in nothing but the shift and her smalls, showing off a lithe and chiseled body, toned arms and endless legs splayed about, all results of her constant swordwork. Tell-tale nipples stuck out from the sheer fabric of Marian's garment.

"Maker, aren't you cold?" Bethany said hoarsely then threw a moth-eaten blanket at her sister. "Cover up, will you!"

Marian caught the poor sheet before it hit her face and laughed in that crisp manner she always did. "Oh, Bethy, it's not like you haven't seen me naked already," Marian jibed as she primly covered her legs with the drab blanket.

The statement sent a shiver down the younger girl's spine and a rush of blood to her pelvis. She shook the thoughts of a very naked and a very inviting Marian away from her mind. She sighed. Perhaps she should take Isabela up on her Blooming Rose offer, after all.

A/N 2: For those who frequent DAkink, yes, this is slightly different. It's more tolerable, we have th1nm1nt to thank for that.