Muscles were sore, fingers and toes were pruned, and Piper shivered in the cold when she got out of the water. At least, she told herself it was from the cold. It had to be that at least partially. What else could be expected after swimming naked in a lake for what felt like forever?

She wasn't… getting used to, accustomed, to this. She hated Drew for taking away her freedom, for stripping her in every since of the word. She certainly wasn't attracted to Sherman, and she… she was naked, feeling lost and cold, while Drew cuddled with the son of Ares on an inviting pink blanket.

No, cuddling wasn't the right word. Piper remembered cuddling with her dad, when he read her stories when she was little. Moments like that made her dad feel like love and security incarnate, and she would go to sleep feeling warm. There wasn't any of that with Drew and Sherman.

Well, except maybe the warmth, though it didn't look comfortable. With the two of them mashed against one another, trying to stick their tongues down each other's throat, it was more a skirmish than snuggling.

And maybe it was just recent experiences coloring her judgment, but Piper had a suspicion Drew was winning. Whenever Sherman's hands moved too far up her clothes (or too little) she wasted no time forcing him to slow down or speed up.

The wetness between her legs has nothing to do with the forced swim in the lake, and the weak trembling of her knees has nothing to do with fatigue. To her surprise and to her shame, Piper finds this sight appealing, sexy. She tries to convince herself that it's purely physical, to blame it on her genetics, her 'gifts' from her mother, but she just ends up staring at Sherman's muscles flexing, pulsating.

She doesn't know what she feels for Drew anymore. It isn't as comfortable as the hatred and the fear that she was just getting used to. It felt very close to whatever arousal she felt for Sherman, which she tries to believe means nothing. He's a son of Ares, she's a daughter of Aphrodite, and they're attractive people, young and overly hormonal people.

It still didn't give her any idea what she felt for Drew now.

That scared her more than she thought possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, Drew caught her favorite toy staring. Purely for theatrics (since Sherman didn't really know what to do with his tongue) she moaned and arched her back appreciatively, grinding her hips up against swelling pelvis. Even better than the rush of heat that was pooling around her loins and most certainly better than Sherman's ungainly humping was McLean's gasp-squeak. And oh how adorable, the darling was so scandalized she forgot to cover up how aroused she was. Could hang a coat on those nipples at the rate Cherokee Barbie was revving-up.

"I think someone is feeling left out," Drew whispered in Sherman's ear. It was part of her original plan to share (she hated sharing) but they were both her toys. No reason why she shouldn't get to play house and dress-up with them.

And breaking Piper in, with ways she couldn't do alone, made her very excited.

"I'm fine," Piper managed to plead, softly. "I'm fine-"

"Yeah you are." Sherman nodded, smirking.

"Shut it." Drew ordered.

"But-?"

"Shush. I'm getting a camera," ignoring his protests, Drew readjusted her skirt "keep little sis entertained like a gentleman, thank you-"

"-No!"

That caught Drew off-guard, and she turned lazily to see Piper sprinting after her. She kept the gaze for a moment, watching breasts bounce, before rolling her eyes and continuing through the woods back around to the cabin. That had little chance of deterring McClean, even if she was shoeless and nude, and the forest floor was covered in pine-needles.

No chance of stopping her, but Drew did think it was fun to watch her hop-skip, trying to catch up quickly despite the pain and discomfort.

"What do you think you're doing?" Drew drawled, ducking under a branch in her way.

"Why would you get a camera?" Piper demanded, pulling Drew around sharply. It was hard to pull off looking righteous-fury naked with a pine-cone in your hair (hilarious) but as much as Drew wanted to deny it, Piper managed the look pretty well.

"Um..? To take pictures? Honestly Pillow-Queen-"

"I'm done."

"Excuse me?"

"Show the photos to people-"

"And download the video to the internet-"

"-Whatever! Do whatever you want, I'm not getting… I'm not doing anything with you or anyone else anymore, and I'm not doing it in front of a camera!"

"What difference does it make now?"

"Digging a deeper hole, that's what!"

"You think this is as bad as it could get? You don't think things could be worse-?"

"I know they could be worse, especially if I keep listening to you-!"

"Shut up Piper-"

"NO!"

And Drew was taken aback. No, absolutely not, she was not losing control now, not when she was on such a roll. If Piper was getting back her charmspeak, confidence must be spiking, resolve must've been built up. That would have to be torn back down.

Thankfully, Drew was like Picasso when it came to those tactics.

"Oh, so this is about saving yourself for Jason? Preserving your innocence?" A well practiced sneer told Piper exactly what Drew thought of that notion. "A little late for that, hon, don't you think? So with virtue out of the way, you don't really have anything to lose with someone else, do you? Probably even enjoy it."

"I… don't you say things like that…"

"People already think I'm a monster, and you haven't exactly been helping with that," Drew spurred on mercilessly. "All about love and beauty but you're always ready to tear down your own sister. That's what we are Piper. We're sisters, and you did nothing but tear me down. You're the one who got the powers, you're the one who got a chance to speak to mom, you're the one who got a boy you didn't even deserve and it's still not enough. You had to make me the bad-guy on top of everything else so that you'd feel better."

"And what are you doing now to me?!" Piper cried, trying to hold back tears. Good gods her voice got shrill when she was ready to complain. Worse was that she was making some sense…

Drew lived her life knowing she was a bully. She wanted things her way and people who interfered with that weren't her friends. Why would she treat them any differently then? Well now Piper came and stood up to her and made her start questioning all of this. All her hard work to be leader of the Aphrodite Cabin, to teach what she thought mom wanted them to be like. And Piper was the one who met mom, not Drew.

Really, the only excuse Drew could come up with to put her above Piper was that she was here first, and McClean didn't deserve to take her spot from her.

… It wasn't the best justification, but it would do. Now to take care of this blubbering.

"Come here. Bring it in."

"… what-?!"

"Come here Piper." Drew held arms outstretched.

Quite against her will, however much she would try to say it was psychologically buried, Piper collapsed into Drew's arms. She was stiff and unresponsive until perfectly painted fingers ran through her choppy hair. Then the tears came, great wracking sobs.

Unconvincingly, Drew managed to pat her back evenly, saying "There there," in a dry sort of voice. In actuality she marveled at how silky Piper's hair was with just two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. Seriously, mom could play favorites all she liked but that was just unfair. And it also was really distracting, since she stroked and soothed Piper long enough for it to almost seem… ugh, genuine. "Piper?"

"Y-yeah?"

"What are you so afraid of? You aren't losing anything that you haven't lost already, and you'll be safe, maybe even happy if you try to enjoy it. It's not a big deal, just a way to have fun. So trust me, hmm? Can you do that hon?" Such silky hair, a bob was definitely the right style for her, and Drew was quite pleased when Piper started to relax. Spaced as it was, she probably wasn't even aware of the charmspeak thrown in.

Piper was aware of the charmspeak thrown in, but she didn't care. It was easier to believe that the feelings Drew invoked, the safety and the security, were real instead of false. Just like it was easier to believe that if she wished and wanted enough, Jason's feelings for her would be real instead of manufactured memories. It would be easy to lose her sense of self in this; she was lost already, so she may as well enjoy the fall and the oblivion.

"Good girl, Pipes," cooed Drew "such a good girl."

The poisonous approval and encouragement made Piper's heart flutter and senses dim, and she found herself smiling vapidly. "Thanks."

"Now let's go give Sherman a treat. He's been so patient after all."

Nodding, Piper let herself to be docilely led back to the lake, holding Drew's hand tightly. Drew gave her nude half-sister a comforting squeeze, coy smile playing about perfectly painted lips. Smile was coy, but also managed to be amused in a manner bordering on lecherous and sadistic.

Sherman was indeed waiting patiently. Charmspeak had something to do with that, as well as the reward hinted. Wasn't everyday you were promised a threesome with the daughters of the goddess of love, even if sons of Ares were the best built men in Camp. And when one of them was Jason Grace's ex-girlfriend? Yeah, he had to get on that… or on her, as he preferred to think of it. He wasn't sure how he was going to be allowed to handle it (handle her, more like) but if Drew let him he'd make sure Piper McLean never had a second to think about any Roman with brain-damage, or whatever Jason had, ever again.

Drew seemed determined to keep this slow though… that worked for Sherman just fine as well, and he flexed theatrically as he reached for the tanning oil. With McLean nude and the son of Ares in just his swim-trunks, they made quite a pair, and Drew honestly relished the 'chore' of oiling both of their bodies, marveling at the differences. Piper was lush, soft and lithe while Sherman had the classic bulk and hard definition of the masculine, growing uncomfortably tight within his trunks.

That both willowy curves and hard muscle managed to arouse her… Drew bit down her confusion and focused on the anticipation of Piper's "official" deflowering.

"Comfortable?" Drew asked Sherman, sprawling down on the sand, tone saccharine. When Sherman had the good sense to nod, she shimmed off his swim-trunks, directing Piper to straddle his stomach, still facing her. Sherman was… gifted, and Piper was entranced at the sight of his freed erection. Drew smiled, knelt, and kissed Piper on the lips, then neck and then collarbone; all the while she maintained eye-contact over Piper's shoulder to Sherman, who was enjoying the view and taking the time to knead Piper's shoulders and… well, lower.

Feeling something was missing, Drew upended the rest of the tanning oil over them both. Piper squealed and Sherman cursed, before they had the sense to take advantage of their slickened bodies. A quick check confirmed Piper was slick everywhere, and her squeals turned to moans.

Again, Drew ignored her excitement (okay, maybe one more kiss/feel or two) and stood back.

She waited to see what Piper would do atop a very excited Sherman, shivering with anticipation herself, imagining cautious and inexperienced fumbling, sharp squeaks and soft kisses before Sherman gave in to his own brutish tendencies and dominated.

It never occurred to her that this coupling would be like a war, and she certainly didn't expect that Piper would be the one to instigate it.

What innocence Piper possessed, it was hastily demolished when she bucked her hips atop Sherman with fervent passion, hissing at the pain that she powered through. Sherman found himself ridden much harder than he would have thought possible from a prudish tomboy, and found himself straining to keep control. That never was a trait highly prized by the Ares children though, and he end up reversing the position, and Piper was made to brace herself on knees and elbows as he thrust furiously. Not to be outdone she thrust and ground her hips back into his in time to each brutal movement, forceful enough to raise bruises.

It devolved from there becoming even more savage and primal, two humans (mostly, anyway) losing humanity to carnal fulfillment. It was enough to take Drew's breath away, enough for her to want to join… but she winced at the sight of sand flying, had a brief stab of sympathy for all of Piper and Sherman's orifices that would feel like the Gobi Desert passed through. A towel, she decided. Needed to go get a towel to lie down on…

They could keep themselves busy until she got back.

Ω

"Come on, come on…"

"You're not helping you know!"

"Well you're not hurrying and we need to get out of here quick!"

"What are we supposed to be looking for?"

"Think about it! Drew has a nice camera and charmspeak, she probably has pictures of Piper doing something horrible!"

"She wouldn't go that far…"

"I hope you're sure about that, because I'm not."

"… I don't know! Would she?"

"Just check."

"I am checking!"

"Well then keep checking!"

"Why don't you help if you think you've got a better idea where to look than I do?!"

"I'm keeping look-out!"

"Well where am I supposed to look then?'

"Under the mattress, have you looked there?"

"I can't lift-"

"Oh for the love of… here, move these… and grab…"

"Got it, photos! Tons of…"

"Well, what is it?"

"… I t-think we should-"

"What are you two doing?"

Mitchell and Lacy turned rapidly, cowering in fear as Drew loomed half-clothed in the doorway of their empty cabin. Panicked, Mitchell ran, jumped and crashed straight out the window.

That left Lacy with dirty pictures featuring two of her half-sisters together, one of them standing with a predatory glint in her eyes, and the echo of a windowpane being broken.

"You know," Drew smoothly approached the trembling younger sister, "we don't talk enough…"

Hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope it makes up for the long wait.

Things have been getting hectic, but I am going to return to writing more frequently, and I've got the first chapter of a Lost Hero AU in the works. I may spend more time on others works, but as you can probably gather, this isn't finished yet.