Wonders of Cesare
By Annabelle Rose
Summary: Lucrezia's Pov. Lucrezia watches her brother Cesare in the bath. Cesare/Lucrezia. Mature themes.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Borgias...Just the story.
Author notes: July 2, 2012. Okay this is my first Borgia fanfic involving Cesare and Lucrezia. The reason why I decided to write this story is because I admire their love and chemistry for one another. I know that the story is short, but bear with me. If you have any ideas about these two, let me know in reviews.
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It was a marvelous early morning. I opened my eyes staring at the beautifully portrait of the Virgo goddess that lay above my ceiling. As I stretch getting up from my bed, I walked out of my bedroom. Walking down the endless hall, I suddenly heard water running from a distance. Me, being curious and mischievous, I knew it was my brother Cesare taking an early wash as he usually does. With a smirk on my face, I made my way towards the bathroom careful not to make a sound. I opened the door just enough for me to step in. The room was filled with war steam. My eyes searched the room stopping at the sight I was looking for…
My beloved Cesare.
He was lying there in the bathtub. Calmed, relaxed, and wet. He's so beautiful; even more when he's wet. He in the bath, soaking after his long travel home. I watched as he inhaled and exhaled a breath. My eyes trailed the room, setting my sight on a discarded clothes on the floor…Cesare's clothes. My smirk grew even wider as I hatched a plan of stealing his garments before he even notice they were gone.
As I began to make my move, I froze in place as I heard the water splashing. Looking up, I see Cesare. He is standing up, his back towards me. Giving me full permission to get a view of his beautiful backside. He then grabs a bucket and dashes the water across his body. God, it was intoxicating. Seeing him dowsing water over his sexy form. He gently sits down, but now at the foot of the bath. His back is still towards me. A smile grew on my face as I made the attempt to continue my task. I tip-toed closer and closer. Suddenly I heard a soft moan and it froze me in place. Looking up, I gaze at my brother hoping that he didn't see me. But at the same time, I was surprised to find that his back was towards me. He's standing as though he a statue, but what was odd was that his hand was moving in a vertical motion. Why was he doing that, I was not sure, but I was curious to find out. Bending down on my knees, I crawled closer to him and my eyes widening at the sight before me. He was touching himself, and to me, it was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. His eyes were closed, concentrating on what I believed were dirty images. His slick hand working on his long impressive member. His face expression full of concentration and out his lips muttered a word that would make my father, the pope of Rome, blush…
"Lucrezia," I heard him whisper.
I covered my mouth to muffle my gasp. Shocked, yet flattered at the same time. My brother, this handsome young man who can had anyone on all of Italy was fantasizing about me. I wanted to touch him at that moment. To be the one to take care of his need. It's too risky, considering the fact we are brother and sister. I could not tear my eyes away. I continue to watch him with lustful eyes as he strokes himself harder than the deed. His breathing became faster. In a matter of moments, he announces his climax, grunting as he empty himself on his chest and slowly sinks back into the tub, running his fingers through his hair. With a sigh, he tilts and lays his head against the tub with a smile on his face.
Sneaking out of the room trying not to make a sound, I closed the door. I could have sworn I heard a chuckle from his lips as I left…
And I come to realize, he knew he wasn't alone…that I was there watching him…
And he knows that I will be back.
End.
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