A friend of mine had that idea some time ago, because I wanted to do an Edmund/Susan fanfic, as there are none so far from what I've seen, which is sad as I think that this is an interesting ship. And they work much better than Susan/Caspian.

A/N: I know, I know. This is incest and all that, and I belong to hell, I will have to answer it one day and you can't believe how unrighteous this fanfiction is. Please tell me something I don't know already, or else: please don't flame.

Disclaimer: I'm not C.S. Lewis. If I were, then I wouldn't write anything about incest, but about siblings loving each other in a holy and happy way. So, I don't own anything but my imagination.

„Come on, Ed, I know you can do this better!"

Edmund gave a little yell of surprise as his brother Peter disarmed him without any effort.

"What's the matter with you today?" Peter asked, handing him back his sword.

"Um, I don't know. I think I feel a bit under the weather, that's all." Edmund answered, putting his sword back into its sheath.

On her balcony, Susan watched her brothers while they trained sword fighting. She smiled as she saw that Edmund was extremely distracted. She knew why her brother was distracted – in fact she was the reason for his behaviour. If it hadn't been for her, Peter would never have had the chance to disarm Edmund so lightly.

Susan closed her eyes, remembering the past hours she had spent with her younger brother. Breathing deeply, she felt that her cheeks grew warm and her knees purportedly turned to jelly. As she opened her eyes again, the short moment was gone and she looked at Peter, who was showing Edmund a new trick with the sword. Susan sighed a bit. They had such a close relationship now, and Susan was about to ruin it for both of them. She thought back to the start of it all.

"Hello," Edmund said in a small voice. Susan looked at him – all the bruises he had, the cut on his lip, his pale face and the dark shadows under his eyes. She was torn between joy and anger: joy at having her brother back, anger at the White Witch who had hurt him so much. It wasn't only the physical pain she had given him. Susan also saw the psychological damage the Witch had done and hoped Edmund would get over it some day. He didn't deserve a life blemished as a traitor.

Lucy ran forward to hug Edmund and Susan shot a quick glance at Peter. He seemed to be in disunion whether he should yell at or hug Edmund. Susan hoped that he would decide to do the second, as a telling-off was the last thing Edmund could use now. She went forward to hug him too, while he had still his arms wrapped around his little sister, with a peaceful smile on his face. She laid a hand on his arm and felt the heat of his body, as Edmund finally let go of Lucy and hugged Susan, who enjoyed it a bit too much to be that near to him. Oh dear, what was that she was feeling? Susan let go of her brother, a smile plastered on her face to hide her confusion.

"Are you alright?" she asked, while she wanted to know quite other things.

"That boy," the White Witch said, pointing cruelly at Edmund. "Will die on the Stone Table, as is tradition."

Her little scream of terror never passed Susan's lips as she saw that Edmund had begun to tremble. Surely this wasn't real. She had just gotten her brother back, Peter and Edmund had begun to repair what had happened between the two of them, and Susan had begun to see a little change in her brother's behaviour. The Witch can't take him away – not now, not anytime. It wasn't fair. Susan choked back her tears as she watched the Witch going into the tent with Aslan to talk to him.

They sat down in the grass. Edmund began to pick at some blades with an unreadable expression, Lucy seemed to be clearly bored, and Peter and Susan sat there in silence, fearing what would happen. The minutes seemed to change into hours as finally the Witch came out of the tent, giving Edmund another one of her cruel looks. After her, Aslan came out, looking at Edmund too.

"She has renounced the claim on the Son of Adam's blood." he spoke. Relieved, Susan began to laugh, hugging Edmund from behind. Once again, she felt the heat of his body and something in her stomach stirred. What was up with her?

"Where's Edmund?" Susan asked, dreading the answer.

Peter looked to the right helplessly, tears in his eyes, and Susan ran off with her siblings in tow. By the time she found Edmund, he was lying on the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning. A dwarf was stumbling his way to him, his axe at the ready. Susan didn't think twice – she drew her bow and shot the dwarf dead in the first attempt. Then she ran to her brother, taking off his helmet and laying his head in her lap. She stroked his hair and changed a concerned look with Lucy, who had opened her cordial. Lucy poured a drop of the red elixir into Edmund's mouth and the three siblings watched their brother anxiously.

First nothing happened, then Edmund stopped breathing. In that very moment Susan's heart missed a beat and she felt tears running down her cheek. He couldn't be dead, he just couldn't. Susan prayed to everything she had ever believed in that Edmund would wake up and looked at Peter, who was crying too, while she heard Lucy beginning to sob. Stroking his still warm cheeks, Susan waited, hoping against hope that Edmund would wake up.

And then he coughed. Susan stared, her heart missing a beat again, as Edmund opened his eyes with a painful expression. Painful, but he was alive. She blinked away her tears, smiling widely as she watched Peter pulling Edmund into a tight hug. Susan thought she was never more relieved in her entire life.

Susan sighed again. Not long after their coronation she had begun to understand what she was feeling, but she hadn't liked it at all. She had understood that she had fallen in love with her younger brother. First she had tried to ignore this feeling, because surely it hadn't been normal. It wasn't normal to fall in love with your brother. And while she had struggled with herself, trying to forget what she was feeling, Edmund had begun to live again. He and Peter had become real brothers again, and nothing of the Edmund who would betray his siblings for sweets and a crown had been there anymore.

The harder Susan had tried to ignore her feelings, the stronger they had been, until she had finally realised that she couldn't ignore them forever.

"Hey Susan," an Edmund who was almost fourteen years old greeted her in the morning. "That's a nice dress you're wearing."

Susan blushed furiously and answered chokingly: "You're handsome too in that tunic."

Edmund looked down at his chest, confused. As he looked up at her again, he raised an amused eyebrow.

"That's the same I was wearing yesterday. Did you want to mock me?"

"Um, no." Susan mentally slapped herself. Really, was it that hard to show her brother her affections?

"Could you pass me the plate with pancakes?"

Her hand shortly touched Edmund's as he took the plate from her, and she swallowed, blushing even more. Edmund looked at her solicitously.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit strange today."

Even if Edmund was only a year younger* than Susan, he had no clue. She sighed in frustration, cursing the male gender. They were so unbelievingly naïve sometimes!

It had taken Edmund three years to finally see what Susan felt for him. Three years, which had been a torture for Susan, torn between her affections which became unbearable with the years, and her mind that told her that she could never love Edmund in the way she wanted to. But what she immediately recognised were the signs as Edmund began to return her affections.

It was the day of the Yule Ball in Cair Paravel. Susan wasn't looking forward to it – all she wanted was lying in her bed and weeping. It had been an exceptionally bad day. Edmund had grown into a very handsome young man and she had no idea if she could resist him any longer. Sooner or later he would find out and then…

No, she couldn't think these things. She got dressed, let her maid pin up her hair and went to the ball, determined to enjoy herself. Maybe she could seduce another Duke that night, even if she would imagine him being her brother.

But as she arrived in the hall, being announced as Queen Susan of Narnia, the only one she wanted to see was Edmund. And then she found him – standing next to the refreshments on his own, watching the dancing couples with a sad expression in his dark eyes. Even so, he was exceptionally handsome in his kingly outfit. Susan went to greet him.

As Edmund recognised her, his eyes grew wide. "Susan, you're beautiful." he said earnestly.

Susan smiled a bit and saw that he was extremely pale and had dark shadows under his eyes – in fact, she hadn't seen him looking so worn out since he had come back from the White Witch.

Immersed in thoughts, she let her eyes wander around in the room, just to look at Edmund and find that he had been staring at her all the time.

"Everything alright?" Susan asked.

"Yeah," he sighed a bit, again with one of his unreadable expressions.

Susan knew too much about broken hearts not to see what bothered him. She just didn't know if she was right – because if she was, then they both belonged to hell.

It had been no funny evening, and long before midnight Susan found herself sitting lonely in a corner, only wanting to go to bed. She hadn't seen Edmund for the past hour and thought that he had gone to his chambers as he looked as if he could use a good night's sleep, as she suddenly saw him making his way to her.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself? I thought you loved balls," he stated, sitting down next to her.

"I don't know," Susan shrugged. "I think I need some fresh air and then I'm going to bed. I'm not feeling very well."

"Can I come with you? Maybe I'm in need of fresh air too."

And so they set off together, walking in silence in the cold winter air. Susan shot a glance at her brother every once in a while, wondering if he really was in love with her as she was in love with him. She struggled to find words, as Edmund suddenly spoke:

"That's weird, you know. I mean, walking here with you."

"What do you mean?" Susan asked, her heart skipping a beat. What if he meant what she thought he meant?

Edmund looked at her nervously. "I-I don't know how to put this. Maybe you'll never speak a word with me if I tell you."

"If you tell me what?"

He didn't answer, but laid a hand on her arm to stop her pace. They looked each other in the eyes and Susan felt her heart race.

"I'm sorry, Susan." Edmund said before he closed the distance between the two of them and pressed his lips softly against hers.

Two months had passed, two months in which none of them had cared what would happen if anyone found out. But the time to finally tell anyone had come, Susan knew that. At least, they had to tell their siblings. She sighed. What if this destroyed the relationship between Peter and Edmund completely? And what about Lucy? She was only thirteen years old and needed someone to trust. How could she trust her sister if Susan had a relationship with her brother that went far from any sibling relationship?

* the ages in this fanfiction are those from the films (to be seen for example in the FAQs on NarniaWeb). So, they are as follows: Lucy is 13, Edmund 17, Susan 18 and Peter 19, going on 20.