Casual

Ok. Before I begin, I just want to say a few things. Yes, this is an Imoen/MPC pairing. Yes, that probably would be considered incest. If that bothers you, don't read this. There are also some spoilers for BG2, so if you don't want to know, hit the back button now. And there's also the fact that this will be incredibly graphic lemon later on. If any of that bothers you, seriously, don't read. That is all.

Baldur's Gate is owned by Bioware. Lindar is Wight Mamba's character, but he said I could use him.

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Lindar cried out into the night as Imoen bit down hard. Why did she always have to bite when they were doing this? They both had agreed it didn't mean anything, there wasn't supposed to be any feelings attached, so why did she have to make it seem that way? Lindar had told her he wouldn't sleep with her if she was only doing it because she had developed feelings for him. He said he didn't love her like that and didn't want to hurt her. She was more his little sister, that was all. They were not to become more, it was just casual sex.

X

Lindar had missed Imoen immensely during the young woman's months of incarceration in Spellhold. He was glad to have her back…and to have both their souls back…but Imoen just wasn't the same…she was distant, depressed, even poisonous at times. She still had moments of hyperactive giddy childishness, but they weren't as common as they had been before. Most of the time, she would be off in her own mind. Lindar hated seeing Imoen so miserable, but he couldn't do much. The girl had been though a lot, more than Lindar could even comprehend. Irenicus had done a lot to her, hurt her, stole her soul, treated her like little more than a toy.

Before, Lindar and Imoen had thought nothing wrong with their casual coupling, but now Lindar didn't know whether or not it would be right. He and Imoen had been having sex for years. Imoen had always managed to procure potions to prevent pregnancy, always protecting herself. It never seemed wrong to them. There was no love attached, it was just to relieve stress, just to satisfy their own needs. Now…Lindar had recently learned Imoen was his half-sister, that meant that every time they ran off together at night…every time they found a nice secluded little spot…every time they had a little time to themselves…every single time they had sex, it was incest.

Still…it was clear that Imoen still wanted it. She tried to convince Lindar that she needed it, that it would be the only thing that would take her mind off the torment rending her heart. She had gone to him several times in the past few nights, begging. Lindar wanted her—gods, how he wanted her— but part of him still found it wrong, and that was all that had kept him from allowing it.

"Imny," he had said, "We're half siblings. If we were to continue our casual relations, we'd be an affront to nature. It cannot happen again. And besides, it didn't mean anything anyway."

Sure, Lindar had said it didn't mean anything, but he and Imoen both knew it meant a lot. He had been with nobody else. The other women he traveled with had tried making moves on him…well, Aerie, Viconia, and Jaheira did. All Nalia ever did was babble about helping the poor. Good lord that woman annoyed Lindar.

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Imoen was pacing around her tent, unable to rest. Lindar had rejected her again. What was she doing wrong? He had always called her his sister, even before they knew they really were siblings, and their relationship had never bothered him before. Had he found another woman? Lindar had always been fond of elves, so maybe he had moved on with Aerie. Or Jaheira, despite the woman's age. Imoen remembered one time she caught Lindar spying on a pretty elf girl who had business in Candlekeep…Lindar had been so aroused they had to do it three times. Imoen remembered it vividly, considering she couldn't walk straight for a week afterwards. She was surprised their little secret wasn't blown after that.

Well, mostly a secret. Gorion had caught the two of them cuddling once. Imoen shuddered at that memory too. They were both in so much trouble. Imoen had to do so many extra chores at the inn for so long, and she wasn't allowed to see Lindar unsupervised for a few weeks. The two of them had to be even more careful after that.

Imoen knew Lindar was outside, watching the fire. She could hear him talking to Jaheira and Nalia. Imoen wouldn't dare ask Lindar for relations with Jaheira around. The druidess would absolutely not approve of two siblings being intimate. Even if she did, Lindar had wanted it to stay secret. It supposedly didn't mean anything to him and Imoen, but still…

Eventually, Jaheira's voice could no longer be heard. Imoen figured she had gone to bed. She hoped so. She went outside. Only Lindar and Nalia were outside. Nalia was counting out a bag of gold, probably seeing how much she could give to the poor without it being missed too much.

"Hey Imoen," Lindar said.

"Do you need anything?" Nalia asked, right on cue. She was always trying to help everyone. It was a good thing most of the time, but it sometimes got very annoying.

"I want to talk to Lindar alone," Imoen said.

"Imoen…" Lindar began. He knew exactly where his sister was going to go with this as soon as Nalia was gone.

"You know, you two aren't so unique. Nobility is often inbred. Not my family of course, but the Roenalls certainly are," Nalia said.

"What are you talking about?" Lindar asked.

"I heard the two of you talking the other day. I know. I really don't see anything wrong with it. I won't tell anyone. I really don't care what common folk do," Nalia said. Lindar and Imoen exchanged looks. Was Nalia spying on them?

"Nalia, it doesn't mean anything. It's casual sex. We just use it to relieve stress. And we're safe about it. I've told Jaheira I use contraceptive potions to regulate my cycles. I have never done it without either swiping one or using that excuse. We're taking no chances," Imoen said.

"How could it not mean anything?" Nalia asked.

"It just doesn't!" Imoen snapped. Nalia looked shocked that Imoen had yelled at her.

"Imoen, be nice. You know, I'm glad I've decided to wait until I get married to have sex. It always means something! I'm going to bed. You two are making me sick. And it's not because you're incestuous," Nalia said, getting up and retreating to a tent.

"Imoen, just get some rest, please," Lindar said.

Imoen sat down next to Lindar and snuggled against him. "I can't sleep, I need you," she purred.

"Imoen, I already told you why this can't happen anymore," Lindar said.

"It never mattered to you before. We've always treated each other as siblings, even before we knew we really were. Why should it matter now?" Imoen asked.

"I don't know, it just doesn't feel right," Lindar said sadly.

"Is it because you don't want me anymore? Do my scars repel you? Now that there's more attractive women around you've realized how plain I am? Is that it?" Imoen asked angrily.

Lindar shook his head, but he didn't say anything. He just wanted Imoen to go to bed. He didn't know how long he could keep resisting her. It had been so long…too long. They hadn't been apart like that as long as they had known each other.

Imoen got up. "Lindar, if you don't want me, fine! I'll go on my own, find somebody who does!" she yelled.

"Imoen…wait!" Lindar exclaimed.

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses. It didn't mean anything anyway, so why should I care? You don't love me! Find one of your elf sluts and sleep with one of them! They aren't your sisters!" Imoen snapped.

Lindar sighed, watching Imoen walk off towards the stream they had found earlier. Great, now she was really mad. Lindar didn't want her to leave, but what could be done? And the way she was talking…could it be the casual relationship was more than what it seemed? Was Imoen in love with him?

After all, Lindar knew he was madly in love with her.

X

Imoen sat in the stream, trying to enjoy a bath, even though it wasn't working very well. How could Lindar do this to her? Even after Gorion caught them together and lectured them about their deplorable behaviour, they had still found time to steal away and be together. She had needs, and she knew Lindar had needs too! Satisfied needs…that's all their sex was supposed to be, after all.

Imoen also knew that one day; Lindar would find another woman and settle down and have a family. And maybe, Imoen thought, I will find someone for myself, and the need for casual sex will end. She didn't want to admit it, but she knew that someday it would happen. Maybe it would be for the best if it did.

Imoen was still pondering this when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She turned around, ready to defend herself, but when she saw who it was, she relaxed.

"Lindar, what the hell are you doing? You don't want me, so stop torturing me," Imoen said.

"Imoen, I'm really sorry. Sorry for everything. I have been neglecting you. You know, I haven't been with any of the other girls, and gods know they've been trying. I was waiting for you this whole time," Lindar said.

"But…it's not supposed to mean anything," Imoen said.

"Immy. Don't kid yourself. We both know it means something. It means a lot. Look at me! It doesn't matter that we're half brother and sister. I'm half-elven, you're human. We're totally different," Lindar said.

Imoen turned back around. "I don't know what to think anymore, Lindar," she whispered.

"Then don't think. Did you take your potion?" Lindar asked.

Imoen nodded. "I always do. You know, I wasn't exactly lying when I told Jaheira they were to regulate my periods," she said. She turned back around and hugged Lindar tight.

"I love you, Immy," Lindar said, stroking his sister's pink hair.

"And I love you Lindar," Imoen purred.

"It was wrong to reject you. I realized that as soon as you left," Lindar said.

"Gods, Lindar. Just shut up and do me already!" Imoen exclaimed.

Lindar took the girl in a passionate kiss. Imoen was enthralled already. It had been so long…too long…and Lindar had never kissed her like this. They rarely even kissed at all, considering they weren't supposed to be in love.

"Heh. Lindy, you're ready. Such a shame, bro. I won't let you take me until I'm good and ready. You tortured me, so I'm gonna get revenge," Imoen said with an evil grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Lindar snapped in mock-anger.

"Oh really? Lindar, I can feel it. Don't pretend you aren't rock-hard," Imoen said, edging away from him, that grin still smeared across her face.

"My darling little Immy, you are so evil," Lindar said, trying to grab her.

Imoen got out of the stream and climbed up a nearby tree. "You want me, you're gonna have to catch me," she said happily.

"Imoen, please. You're being mean," Lindar said. Then he got an idea. He went and retrieved his bow, taking aim at his sister.

"Lindar, what are you doing? You aren't planning to shoot me, are you?"

Lindar smirked. "I know healing spells," he said.

"You're actually gonna shoot me? Lindy, last time I checked, you don't shoot people you love out of trees!" Imoen yelled.

"Immy, come down and I won't have to," Lindar said, pulling the bowstring back.

Imoen leapt, landing on her feet. Lindar dropped the bow and grabbed the girl's wrist before she could run off. Imoen struggled, not wanting her brother to win their game. She had to wait for Lindar to realize he wanted her, so he would have to wait to have her.

"Lindar, you're not fair. You make me wait so long, and you won't let me make you wait!" Imoen yelped.

Lindar pulled Imoen against him and wrapped one of his arms around her. Imoen wanted to keep on playing with Lindar, but then she decided…maybe it was best if she let him think he won. She could still do one thing. Maybe she could dominate him. He was stronger than her, but maybe she could find a way to subdue him, come out victorious after all.

"You're taller than me," Lindar said.

Imoen gave Lindar a goofy smile, "Only about half an inch, little brother. I think it's because you have elf blood. Elves are slightly shorter than humans," she whispered. "It's odd. I'm not too tall for a human, and I'm a woman. Men are usually taller than women."

"You're so insightful…and fun. It's nights like this that make me sad that you're probably gonna die a hundred years before I do," Lindar said.

"Then maybe it's for the best that we do this while we can?"

"It certainly is," Lindar purred, rubbing his manhood against Imoen's opening.

Imoen's eyes widened. She tried to break away from Lindar again, to no avail. The half-elven ranger wasn't going to let her go that easily. "Stop teasing me, Lindy! I'm the one who is supposed to be teasing you!" the girl complained.

"Don't tell me you aren't just dying for me to take you, Immy. You're soaked. Just say the word and all the stress can end," Lindar said.

"Oh no you don't. You made me wait for you, so you're gonna have to be the one who has to beg for it," Imoen purred. She spun around, taking Lindar by surprise and managing to get free. She backed off enough so Lindar couldn't grab her easily again and sat down against the tree.

Imoen spread her legs and slipped a hand down between them. Lindar had to keep himself from coming at the sight when his sister slid two of her fingers inside herself.

"Immy!" Lindar yelped. Imoen rarely did this, she usually allowed him to get her ready. Lindar had seen her do it only a few times, and it had been a long time.

"Do you like what you see, Lindy?" Imoen asked, smirking. Her eyes were starting to glaze over, she felt real good.

"Imoen, have I ever told you that you're mean?" Lindar asked.

"Only a lot," Imoen purred. She started whimpering, and it wasn't long before she came hard.

Lindar knelt down in front of Imoen and gave her an asking look. Imoen was still panting and couldn't produce an answer past whimpering and moaning for about a minute. She simply nodded.

Lindar began slowly lapping at Imoen's clit. The girl was just recovering from her first orgasm and was already on the verge of another. She just continued her moaning. This was her second favourite part. Her favourite was when Lindar would actually take her, but this was almost as good. She wouldn't let him stop until she was good and ready to let him.

"Gods Lindar! Oh man, it's been so long! Every night I'd dream of this! It was all I could think about!" Imoen screamed. Lindar licked deep into Imoen, excited upon hearing this. Imoen came again, and Lindar took as much of her nectar as he could. She was sweet, but it was like nothing else.

Lindar licked a little longer, loving Imoen's taste, until his sister pushed him away. Imoen sat up and looked at Lindar.

"Little brother, you are so cute," Imoen said, moving to cuddle with Lindar. "You know, if we weren't related and it wasn't so dangerous, I'd have kids with you."

The two siblings sat there for a while, looking into each other's eyes. It was Lindar who made the first move at that point. He started kissing Imoen's throat, down to her heaving chest, and between her breasts. Imoen threw her head back.

Lindar noticed Imoen's hands were between his legs at this point. Gods, she was stroking him!

"Mmmm…you're so big, Lindy. Unusual for an elf…at least from what I've heard. Must be from your human half," Imoen purred. She wrapped her hand around his penis and began rubbing up and down the length. Lindar started moaning, making Imoen happy. She liked to see Lindar melt so easily.

Lindar wrapped his lips around one of Imoen's breasts as his lovely sister continued giving him a handjob. It threw off the girl's rhythm a little, but neither sibling cared. Lindar pinched and stroked Imoen's other nipple.

Imoen let go when Lindar started breathing hard. She wanted him to come inside her, so she had to stop. Most of the time Lindar could only handle one round, even though it had been a long time. Imoen didn't want to wear Lindar out too fast.

Lindar stopped suckling Imoen and repositioned himself, placing his tip between her folds. If he moved forward more, he'd be inside her.

Imoen narrowed her eyes and glared. "Don't tease me, Lindar. I already warned you," she growled.

"Would you like me inside you, Immy?" Lindar asked.

"You're gonna have to beg for it," Imoen said.

"Fine…please Immy, I'm begging you. There is nobody I love more than you! Let me make love to you," Lindar said.

"Yes! I need you! Fill me Lindy!" Imoen cried.

Lindar obeyed, thrusting forward hard, sheathing himself fully in Imoen's warm vagina. Imoen screamed in pleasure

Lindar was concerned. "Immy, did I hurt you?" he asked.

Imoen sighed, content. "Of course not, Lindar. It just feels…so good," she purred. "You fill me so perfectly…we were made for each other. I don't care what anyone else thinks, we're perfect fits."

Lindar started slow, still teasing. Imoen pushed him down onto his back and managed to take over again. She rode Lindar, forcing him to keep up with her and move faster. She was not in the mood for them to take it slow. She had wanted this for a long time, and now Lindar was not going to ruin it!

"Imoen, you are devious," Lindar said.

"I already told you twice, little brother. Don't. Tease. Me," Imoen said, poking Lindar's chest hard in time with the last three words. The young woman got a delightfully evil idea how to make it a little more fun for the both of them and started chanting.

"What are you doing? You aren't doing what I think you're doing are you? Please don't tell me you're casting spells right now!" Lindar yelped as Imoen finished her incantation.

"It's just Haste. Now use it," Imoen said.

Lindar liked the idea of enhanced speed. Imoen showed off hers first, riding him at incredible speed. Lindar thrust up into her at an equal pace. Imoen bit down on Lindar's shoulder. They both enjoyed this immensely. Imoen had never cast any kind of spell like this while they were doing it before, but now the pair knew what they had been missing all these years.

At their increased speed, it was mere minutes before they both came. Lindar was spent, and the spell was wearing off. Imoen was still seeing stars.

Imoen rolled off of Lindar, half-asleep. Lindar cast a healing spell on himself, just to have enough energy to get back to the camp. He picked up his sister and carried her back to her tent.

"Lindy…" Imoen whispered. "Thanks. I needed that."

Lindar smiled at his sister. "We both did. I'm gonna go find our clothes, and then I'm going to bed," he said.

As Lindar walked off to retrieve their clothes, he thought about what he and Imoen had done. For some reason…it no longer seemed wrong.