Weiss held her face from the wincing pain she was just dealt from her own father, speaking out of turn always resulted in punishment, but never this far. Her father was rarely a part of her and sibling's lives, except for when it came to cruel discipline and punishment. He was only ever around to take out his frustrations on the poor kids as far as they can remember, and now at only 17, Weiss was on the verge of tears after a heated argument. No other words were spoken after the slap, he made his point and left.

What they both didn't know, was that they had another person apart of the argument listening closely. Jacques stormed out of Weiss's room as Whitley waited outside, a frown showing on his face. As soon as their father was out of sight, Whitley knocked on the door to her room. After getting no response, he decided to open it and look inside. He saw his older sister face into a pillow and gently weeping, causing his frown to show more. As siblings all growing up, the Schnee children had a pact of trust among each other against their father. They all suffered his rage and wrath, their mother made less showings than he did. Due to her crippling alcoholism she was only around to breast feed and change diapers, but as soon as they could all walk, she let the servants do the rest.

Sometimes they felt like the butlers were better parents than their biological ones ever could be.

Seeing ant of his sisters in this state wasn't anything new, he was the youngest and the only son so he received less cruelty, but the neglect was enough to leave some damage. But Whitley was still disappointed that this happened so early, not even a month with Weiss coming back home and she was already crying in her pillow just like all the other times. It was heartbreaking, considering just how much he fancied and looked up to her.

He sighed sadly before walking to her bed, sitting on the edge and placing a hand on her back to console her just like he used to. He felt her move up a bit, before turning her head back to see him. He gave her a sad smile, which she returned before wiping her eyes and sitting up next to him. His arms wrapped around her body to hold her closely as she continued crying, she finished soon with a few last whimpers before staying still in his embrace. Soon her arms wrapped around him to return the hug, she moved her face closer to his neck to nuzzle into and find comfort.

"Thanks you Whitley..." She mumbled, the sad tone still in her voice.

"No problem sister, with you and Winter gone I almost forgot how much of a monster he still is... Are you alright?" He asked her with deep concern, if she ever got hurt it would always tear him apart from the inside.

"Yes... I'm going to be fine, but I can't imagine what'll happen next when we talk again..." The horrifying potential thoughts of what her father could do started to plague her mind, but stopped as Whitley rubbed her back soothingly, but she couldn't help but feel the tip of his hand grazed the side of her breast...

"Then I guess we should just cherish this simple moment while we can.." He said without thinking clearly, saying more about what he was thinking.

"What do you mean...?" She asked not knowing completely what he meant, she looked back up at his face and noticed a minor blush showing on his cute face... Did she just say her brother was cute?

"Nothing... Would you mind if we, you know? Like old times...?" He said while motioning to her bed, referring to how they always cuddled as children when they shared a room. They were rich enough to have separate beds, conjoined beds, or even bunk beds, but the youngest of the two siblings always just enjoyed cuddling in the same one. Whitley grew out of it when she became a preteen, deeming it as immature or childish. But Whitley and Weiss have been sharing the same bed up until they were 11, before Weiss had dreams of becoming a Huntress and started focusing more on Signal attendance. The moment she left, it broke his heart. He never knew sleeping alone, how cold and quiet it could be, it was when she left he realized just how much Weiss meant to him. But with them both being young teens with raging hormones, it would probably be a little awkward, considering they also haven't cuddled in a long time. Still though, the offer was harmless and she needed the comfort.

"Not at all, you lay first..." She let him go so he could lay on the bed flatly, before she cuddled up next to him and rested her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his slender waist while her leg intertwined with his. This wasn't exactly how they remember doing it, but they both had grown and dawned mature features it felt natural to cuddle like lovers. They both were thinking it but never admitted it, not even to themselves. These taboo thoughts wouldn't leave Weiss alone, but they were gone for a moment when she felt his arms wrap around her hips to pull her close and tightly. She sighed at how warm he felt, they din't even need the blanket.

They held each other in quiet comfort, just enjoying the sensation of being so close with no troubles, no family appearances, no formality, and no father. Until Weiss made the choice to shift a little to get more comfortable, her leg moved slightly but still enough to have her knee brush by something oddly hard in his pants... What was that? She moved her head up to look where her knee touched him and noticed there was something poking up in his pants like a tent, it took her a while to remember male anatomy and she finally realized just what that was... Then she blushed at the other realization on why it could've been there, before she looked back up to his face to see he had his eyes shut tight and was blushing so bad it covered most of his face with a few sweat beads on his forehead.

"Whitley? Is that from me...?" She asked, her heart was beating faster for some reason and she could feel something building up in her core, some kind of heat...

"I... Sister um... I-I'm sorry just..." He began stuttering and finding it hard to speak, contrary to how professional and confident he usually spoke. It was like she had some kind of effect on him, but what was it...? Weiss allowed her curiosity to make her get a bit brave as she calmly reached down to feel the outside of his tent, slowly rubbing it like it was something shes never encountered before. Which was true in a way.

"Weiss!" He called out in surprise, not expecting her to suddenly touch his erection, he eyes opened widely as he looked down to see her hand hand't moved still. But as he called out her name a bit loudly, she pulled back in fear that she might've done something wrong.

"Sorry, did I do something wrong...?" The last thing she wanted to do was ruin a consoling comfort session with the closest and nicest person she had in her family. But she would be lying if she said she never had a brother complex, her whole life the only men that she had were servants that did one job and left, while her father was an abusing and neglectful person. But her brother was the only kind and respectable male she had known the longest, causing some certain thoughts one wouldn't usually have for their younger brother. But she would never tell anyone that.

"N-No... It felt... Good." He admitted, truthfully telling how well it felt to be touched by her. It didn't last much but still caused a spark within him.

"Can I continue then...?" She was still curious on his reactions and what exactly he had to offer underneath his clothing.

"Yes please..." He wanted this to happen just as much as she did, he also couldn't deny if he had some kind of complex for hos older sister as well. This was some kind of forbidden taboo he fantasized about in secret, with his family being so posh and clean, it enabled his mind to have their own dark thoughts nobody in the high class would approve of.

"Okay..." She looked back down at his boner and could've sworn it got bigger, regardless she reached down again to get a good feel and slowly move her hand along the length. Her hand then grabbed the outline of his dick and stroked up and down, getting many pleased groans and sounds from him. She didn't even know what was happening but she could feel her core getting more hotter and noticeable, she moved her legs again and was surprised to feel in between there was some wetness that built up without her knowledge. Some drips went down her thigh as she stroked him faster.

Soon Whitley couldn't handle how tight his pants felt and just how close yet so far they were from anything sexual happening, so with his hands still on her hips he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back with him on top. She gave a shocked yelp from the sudden move, he too was surprised at what he did but couldn't think twice with his primal instincts controlling him. Before any of them could get a word in, he brought his face dangerously close to her's their noses were touching while gazing deeply into their eyes. Whitley reached down to his pants and started unbuttoning them, she gasped when she heard and looked down to see his pants coming off, his boxers already shown.

"Whitley! What are you doing...?" She didn't expect them to go this far, she was just curious about how she could make him react but didn't know he would do this. He stopped for a moment before placing a hand on her chin to make her look back at him.

"Giving us what we both want..." He muttered, they both knew it was the exact truth. They could now finally admit and confess what has been plaguing their minds for years, it was out there and there was no denying it. No going back whether they liked it or not. He waited for a reply before impatiently going back to fiddling with his pants and by the time he got them to his knees, she spoke up.

"Brother..." She quietly muttered, but still loud enough to get his attention.

"Yes?" He replied, looking back at her beautiful face he's adored for all his life.

"Kiss me..."