Hello, aso this might be a tad awakward. You see this isn't a story of my own creataion just yet. I adopted it from a lovely person by the name of wintersupersoldiers. And in that, I'm keeping all of her original work while just my own pieces to the puzzle. So until stated, anything written is of her mind and not my own. While also means there will probably be a shift is writing styles which you all will have to just get over. But thank you to the old fans that have decided to stick around for the show and to the new fans, welcome.
He catches her by surprise.
His cold lips are firmly pressed against her soft, warm ones. His tongue is slowly caressing her bottom lip, nipping at it, sucking it, while her lips are emotionless. She's emotionless; it's as if he was kissing a warm corpse. She does nothing to push him away, either.
He doesn't pull away, instead, he presses his lips more forcefully onto hers, trying to make her catch the hint that she should kiss him back if she knows what's good for her. She doesn't, so he bites her bottom lip with extra force, and soon enough, there's a satisfactory taste of iron in his mouth that makes him crave her even more.
The thought of what he's about to do to his own sister - his flesh and his own blood - turns him on more than he thought possible.
He runs a hand through her fiery curls while placing his other hand on her hip and grips it possessively. With his thumb, he strokes her pale skin under her white tank top and smirks internally in satisfaction when she shudders from his cold fingers.
He pulls away and his golden eyes stare into her apple green ones. He looks so much like their father, with his golden eyes and fair hair and strong build, while she like their dead mother, with her fiery, curly red hair, her petite body, her apple green eyes full of innocence and her pale skin that looks as if it was kissed by the silver moon.
"This is wrong," she whispers against his lips, and he doesn't try to deny it, but he doesn't try to defend his actions either, because that's the thing, he knows that it's wrong, and it's illegal and frowned upon society, and they'll get in a hella lot of trouble if their father finds out, but nobody has to know, right?
He ignores her soft, warning words and presses his lips on her neck and begins to nip at it lightly, like tiny little butterfly kisses that are barely even there, but they feel oh so wonderful and she closes her eyes and let's out a small whimper that just encourages her brother even more and she wants to push him away and run away from him but she can't because she'll be damned if she stops him from making her feel like that and the pressure in her belly builds and she feels hot all over.
"My sweet little sister," he murmurs in her ear and he rubs his nose against hers and his eyes are half-lidded and he wears a satisfied smirk yet his eyes are filled with desire and so much hunger for her and she thinks that maybe, just maybe, he'll devour her, right then and there in the family room on top of their father's favorite leather couch. "I've watched you grow older all these years, turning from that little girl I've had a crush on to this beautiful woman whom I've come to love as in more than just a sister..." he whispers huskily and she closes her eyes and hopes that he'll keep talking because every time he whispers out a word with those skillful lips of his, his breath fans her flustered face and she doesn't want it to ever end.
"I've had to watch you with that idiot, Simon, how he kissed you, I just wanted to beat his ass and take you all to myself and show him that you belong to me and no one else."
Suddenly, he stands up from where they had fell on the couch and pulls her up with him by the elbow. Their bodies are pressed tightly together and he can just feel the friction that their chests make and he wants nothing more than to just fuck her thoroughly right then and there - devour her and rob her of her sweet innocence and punish her for being such a sinful temptation throughout the years.
"Strip", he commands and takes three steps away from her so that he can get a fine view of her. Blood rushes to her cheeks and her eyes fall to her feet. Slowly and hesitantly, she grabs the hem of her tank top and pulls it up to her head. Jace discovers that she wears no bra underneath and is more than satisfied with the view of her beautiful, pale breasts. His fingers are itching to reach out towards them to cup them and place his lips on her rosy nipples and bite them carefully, but he doesn't. He musters up all the self-control he can regain, and with demanding eyes, he watches as his little (although, at sixteen, she's not so little anymore) sister removes her sweat pants next.
By the Angel, he has always loved her pale legs that would look just so beautiful wrapped around his waist as he thrusted inside of her over and over again and again and -
Next, it's her panties. When he sees her reaching out to remove them, his hand intercepts hers. He grips her wrist and pulls her to him, her naked body against his clothed one. He brings down his lips to hers and kisses her again as his large hands caress her breasts and pinch her nipples, twisting them and stealing her breath away as she struggles to silence her pleasured moans.
He's a sick monster, he knows, touching his little sister like he would a woman. But his sister is a woman, a woman so beautiful that nobody else but him deserves. Because no one knows her like he does, he's watched her grow up and he's been with her through her toughest times. He deserves her; he's the only one worthy of her affection and the only one who will ever see Clary's beautiful naked body - so tempting. Her hair ruffled in an adorable mess, her cheeks tinted with red dust, and her pale skin just calling out to him, daring him to lick it and bite it and suck it and have his wicked way with it, - and he will take her.
He reaches for his own shirt, and quickly, he removes it and smiles smugly when he sees Clary's eyes rake over his torso, yet, he can still see the hesitance in her eyes. He knows that she is arguing with herself internally, scolding herself for allowing such a sickening act to happen and for not putting a stop to it. Oh, he knows this just by the way her eyes are filled with conflict and her stiff posture, her shaking hands, and the guilty gaze she sends the picture frame of their father. He won't allow her to back out now, he's waited too damn long for this - to just take his sister and kiss her like a boyfriend would, to touch her and make love to her like a lover would.
He pushes her on the couch and her breath hitches in her throat when he kisses each one of her knuckles slowly and teasingly, and takes her index finger in his mouth and just sucks and licks it while he holds her gaze seductively and she just knows that what he's getting at and she's unsure that she wants it because it's embarrassing.
Jace lowers gets on his knees in front of her and begins to trail kisses from the outside of her thighs to the inside and he sensually breathes right there and then, oh god, oh god, he's pushing aside her black panties with one finger and he's licking his lips hungrily and she tries to squirm away as she feels even more heat pool at her cheeks, but Jace's annoyed glance stops her nervous squirming.
"This will feel so good, little sister", he murmurs and his lips get closer to hers, the ones in between her legs. "I've been waiting for so long for this, you will just have to let me taste you. Let me worship you like the beautiful goddess you are," he continues, and with each word, his mouth nears that special place that has never been touched by anyone else, nobody besides her, and she is reluctant to admit, to even herself that she has played with herself while thinking of her fair-haired brother.
His lips latch onto hers and he laps at her cunt quickly and desperately, like a starving man. He drives his head further inside, until his nose is touching her and he breathes in, taking in the smell of her sex. With the hand that is not pushing her panties aside, he brings a finger and slowly wiggles it inside of her pussy, pushing it in and out, driving her crazy, while she bites her lip and tries to hold in her moans.
"Oh my god", she whimpers. "Jace, Jace," she's chanting his name and the bulge in his pants grows, and he thinks that if he doesn't get inside of her tight pussy soon, he'll explode. "More, please, more", she whispers with need. Her back arches and he sees the sweat that is building up on her body, making her breasts shine beautifully. He moves his tongue inside of her faster, wanting to make her cum, wanting to hear his sister's scream as she reaches her climax. Nothing would make him more satisfied than hearing his sister scream his, her brother's, name as she came and watch her chest rise up and down as she struggles to catch her breath.
He adds another finger inside of her, and buries both fingers down to the knuckle and pumps it inside of her, her pussy walls clenching around his fingers so deliciously tight. Soon enough, he adds a third finger, and then a fourth, and he is no longer gentle. His four fingers are plunging inside of her cunt violently and she writhes in pleasure and her hair sticks to her forehead and she is panting and crying out for more like the greedy bitch that she is.
"Such a needy, slut, huh? You like being finger fucked by your brother, my dear, innocent sister?" He whispers aggressively after he pulls his lips away from her pussy and licks them, savoring the sweet taste of his sister.
Finally, he adds the last finger and curls them inside of her, and tears begin to brim at her eyes, and for a moment, he panics because he thinks that he might have gone to rough and had hurt her so badly, but then, he hears her moans become louder and she's begging him to replace his fist with his pulsing member and he just wants to please her, and he can't take it anymore.
He removes his hand from inside of her, and she wails at the loss, but she falls quiet as she watches her brother rip off his pants rapidly and he sits on the couch, and lifts her up and places her on his lap, just in front of his penis, where it was standing proudly.
There was precum coming out of the head and running down to the base and it was touching her lips right there. Unsurely, she grasped it with one small hand and pumped it up and down and smiled shyly as Jace threw his head back and opened his mouth to let out a low groan of satisfaction. "Yes, Clary, yes. Just like that," he says encouragingly. He doesn't want her to ever stop. With her other hand, she grasps his jaw and makes him watch her. His golden eyes are fixed on her hand as she stroked him and he thinks that this must be a dream because, oh damn, Clary is stroking her lips with her left hand and soon, she inserts a finger inside of herself and strokes her clit with her thumb.
By the Angel, is this really happening? Is she really fingering herself while stroking his cock? He bites his lip as he watches eagerly; he can't pull his eyes away from the delicious sight.
Clary throws her head back as she moans out his name and inserts a second finger inside of her and pumps his cock faster and eventually, she removes her fingers from inside herself, and uses that same hand to fondle his ball sack and press on them. Now, with both hands, she is stroking him, giving him one of the best hand jobs he's ever had, and for a brief moment, he wonders if she's done this before.
His grip on her waist tightens and he pushes her off of his lap roughly and to the floor. He climbs on top of her and breathes heavily in her face. "Have you done this before?" he asks huskily, because he must know.
"No," she says firmly and he believes her, because his innocent sister would never lie to him. He takes a deep breath and positions himself in front of her, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips and up to her clit, watching in fascination as her body shook in pleasure.
"Please, Jace." She demands and her eyes are tightly shut as her back arches against and her arms snake around his neck and pull him closer to her chest and she purposely rubs her nipples against his muscled chest. Jace nods even though she can't see him, and he slowly pushes inside of her.
Little by little, inch-by-inch, he enters as much as he can before he reaches her hymen. "This is going to hurt," he tells her and puts his arms around her tiny waist and holds her even closer to his naked, sweaty body. She nods and tells him to just do it and get it over with. He pushes inside of her and tears through her virginity and she cries out in pain, and he kisses her cheeks, wiping away the tears that are streaming down her face.
The burning pain down there slowly fades as Jace begins to move. He thrusting carefully, not wanting to hurt her anymore than he already has, and all he wants to do is just fuck her brutally, but he knows he can't, not yet. He has to be patient and wait until the pain fades completely and she begins to moan for him and begs him for more.
"Okay, you can go faster", she tells him, her eyes still closed, yet the sniffing and the tears have ceased.
He grabs a handful of her ass and drives his cock inside of her and pushes into her forcefully, yet careful to not hurt her, but all he can see is ecstasy written all over her beautiful features. Their breaths are ragged and all that can be heard are grunts from Jace, low moans from Clary, and the sound of skin slapping against each other in rhythm, creating a beautiful melody of two incestuous lovers.
"Fuck, Clary," Jace mutters and presses his lips against hers and their tongues tangle together as Jace keeps thrusting inside of Clary. He grabs a handful of her scarlet hair and pulls on it, and she can feel the pain, but it's a good kind of pain mixed with so much pleasure that her brother is providing, and she doesn't want for it to ever end, and neither does Jace.
"Jace", she cries out as she rakes her nails on his back and tries to meet his wild, animalistic thrusts and bring them both even more pleasure, and Jace knows that both of them are near reaching their peak. He loves the way Clary's walls tighten against his needy cock. He thrust harder inside of her, swiftly and deep, enjoying the way her eyes close and how her small chest sticks out just for him. He bends down and takes her right nipple in between his teeth and bites down on it harshly.
Clary lets out a surprised squeal and presses Jace's head more into her chest, because she likes the way Jace makes every bit of her body feel. She loves the thrill of knowing that their father could walk in at any given moment and discover his son fucking his baby sister's brains out on his favorite couch, on the wooden floor, all over, and smell the sex that fills the atmosphere and just watch how her legs wrap around his waist and how their father will most likely be reminded of himself and Jocelyn, their mother. Jace loves the thrill that he's not wearing any protection and soon he'll cum deep inside of his sister and allow fate to decide whether or not she will become impregnated with his child. They both love it, all of it.
"I'm coming!" she cries out and buries her face in his neck and licks his sweat away. She feels him nod. "Me too", he grunts. He's thrusting faster now, almost mercilessly, his rhythm so erratic like his heartbeat, and their hips meeting together creating a friction so hot, and it feels oh so good, like being in Elysium.
Three more thrusts and they both come together, crying out each other's names, their pleasured screams echoing throughout the empty mansion. The workers are out, by Jace's orders, and won't be returning until the day before their father, in two weeks' time.
Jace falls to the floor and pulls his sister's exhausted body on top of his limp on, their sweat and cum mixing together. Their chests rise up and go down as they both struggle to catch their breaths.
Then, Clary giggles happily and Jace smiles tiredly as he stares up at the ceiling, blowing at the hairs stuck against his forehead.
"What's so funny?" he asks, although, he already knows. "Nothing", she says. "It's just, that was amazing", she says with another gleeful giggle.
Her head is against his chest, and she can feel him shaking underneath her in laughter. "Yeah", he says breathily. "That was pretty fucking amazing", he agrees and hugs her tighter, and thrusts once, since his penis is still inside of her, the silky fabric of her silky panties brushing against the base of his cock.
She moans tiredly. "Don't. No more tonight. I'm beat", she says and her eyes flutter close. "Tonight? You mean we can fuck more often?"
"Mhm," she mutters lowly and she begins to drift off into much needed sleep. Just before she can fall into sleep fully, she hears him whisper: "Clary?"
"What?" she mutters tiredly, cracking one eye open.
"Don't tell dad, or I'll spank you", he warns and she thinks that maybe spanking doesn't sound like such a bad idea, but she agrees anyways because in all honesty, she knows that Jace will do kinky things to her, such as spanking her in the future, even though she won't tell their father.
Finally, sleep takes over her and she nuzzles her face into his sweaty torso as Jace strokes her wet hair, a smile of satisfaction on his lips as he listens to her steady breaths and feels her slow heartbeat against his own, and it is when he knows that his tired, little sister is finally asleep.
He can't wait for more nights like these to come.
