One Month In Your Shoes

by Master of Fangirling Art

AU. Chris & Claire get their normal lives upset by a terrific body swap. They'll have to face their biggest struggle so far: live in their sibling's body without telling anyone. A story about PTSD, shame, anguish and... INCEST. Because sometimes, when your whole world seems to fall to pieces, your only chance to survive is to cling on your sibling's body.

16. My Baby

First released on 8 December 2019, please note, this is the new, reworked version, updated right after the release of chapter 32 (today is the February 18, 2022). I'll explain why in the ending notes, for the sake of spoilers if you are reading this for the first time.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote the intro way before the TV show "Will & Grace" taught me the other hateful meaning the word "fairy" can have, especially to the LGBT+ community. Please note that here it is used literally, referring to the fantasy creatures known as fairies.

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Chapter 15 – My Baby

"Say cheese!" Robert said to his kids, kneeling in front of the yellow plastic playground slide to take a photo.

To celebrate the reopening of the just mended Tall Oaks park - called this way after a bunch of towering ancient oaks scattered in the broad bosky field - the Homeowners Association held a costume party dedicated only to the children of the neighbourhood and their families. That year, the City Council had managed to find some exceeding budget and expended it on an overall renewal of Raccoon City's green spaces. New playground equipment had been purchased, the paths had been newly paved, flowering plants had been added in the various flowerbeds and a big fountain had been erected in the middle of the vast green lawn, spraying sheer water jets into the air. Needless to say, since the fountain had been a donation of the Umbrella Corporation, the company's bicolour, octagonal badge made good show of itself on one side of it. That's why Mayor Warren was there too, accompanied by his little daughter Katherine. The man was all smiles and handshakes, inwardly smirking for how good for him that little investment and public appearance would turn out in the upcoming elections.

The whole neighbourhood attended the afternoon inaugural party. The big lawn was crowded by dozens and dozens of children of all ages dressed up either as superheroes, magicians, pirates, animals or zombies, and by their parents who shared the buffet while keeping an eye on their tots.

The Redfields were no exception.

Claire had started her very first grade at school just a week before and, that afternoon of games with her brother and the other children, tasted a lot like old kindergarten times. For the special occasion, she and Chris had dressed up too.

The little girl wore a large pink gown with a myriad of white flowers printed on the shimmer fabric and a headband that her mother herself had sewn, with silver stars and purple roses pinned up on it. Lily had also lovingly braided her bright ginger hair into two adorable high buns that only enhanced the cuteness of her six-year-old's freckles. The whole outfit was completed by a little sceptre – all glitter, blinking lights and fur – and a pair of tiny organza wings that happily fanned on her back. In short, little Claire looked like a doll, in her three-foot-six height of pure prettiness.

That specific costume had been sold to her mother as a fairy one but, since Chris had affectionately called her his little princess, Claire didn't care about what was written on the label anymore – not that she could actually read it yet. She was a princess. Period.

Chris, on his side, wore a green pantyhose, a little pointy hat with a fluffy red feather on top of it and a little pointless brown plastic sword hooked to his belt. If Claire was the princess, then he was the knight. At least that's what he was convinced of, and what he kept telling anyone who asked, despite being basically dressed up like Peter Pan.

While posing for the photo, Chris drew his innocuous weapon and looped an arm around Claire's shoulders. Both flashed the best of their smiles while their father took a thousand pictures of them, as if they were two models in miniature!

When Claire had plenty of keep saying "cheese" all the time, she just shouted in her shrill childish voice "let's go play in the castle!" and dashed behind the plastic slide, running through one of the big round holes in the wooden structure. Chris followed that little pink-and-red lightning of his sister straight away, with the sword firmly grasped in his hand and the red feather overly fluttering.

They had a high time playing a somewhat real-life version of dungeons and dragons. Fighting an imaginary dragon and recruiting other children in the ranks of their bizarre young army. The game was as simple as it was exciting: from the top of the playground castle, Claire screamed where the dragon was attacking and how much fire it was spitting, throughout casting invisible spells with her magic wand, while Chris just ran around like a mad, thrashing the air with his sword, throughout shouting at his young comrades like an overexcited caveman.

When, later on, the family returned home, the children didn't want to hear of taking off their costumes. That untimely carnival couldn't be over yet! No way!

As soon as Robert parked in the garage, they jumped out of the car and continued their battle against the imaginary forces of evil cringing in their house. The poor sofas, the armchair, the bookshelf, the carpet, the hydrangea, nothing was spared from their bellicose impetuosity.

In the end, when the dragon had been defeated and only those hateful goblins were still a pain in their little asses, the war naturally shifted to the first floor. Playtime couldn't be over yet!

They were in Chris's bedroom, climbing on the bookshelf in which the Goblin Master had nestled, when, with an awkward movement, Claire tripped and accidentally fell on the ground, battering her mouth.

Whimpering in pain, she got up and spat a little baby tooth into her hand. Needless to say, Chris jumped off the bookshelf, threw away the sword and immediately rushed to help his sister, trying to comfort her from the sight of her first fallen incisor.

"Don't worry… it'll grow back, you know?" he said softly, hiding his concern.

"Yes… I know. Mommy told me so when it started dangling…" Claire replied, sniffling and striving to curb her little whimper. Tiny beads of tears popped in the corner of her big blue eyes. "But… it's red…"

"Don't worry Claire, it's bleeding just a little. You have to press it… like this, look," and with two fingertips, he gently squished her uncovered tooth gum, to restrain the few drops of blood spurting out. "See? It's already stopped!"

"Th-thanksss..." Claire said, intrigued by that new feeling in her mouth. Tasting no more the salty flavour of blood, she decided it was okay to peak the tip of her tongue through the new little cranny in her teeth, to become familiar with that uncomfortable new empty space that made her whistle a little and slur all the "s", "f" and "t" in her speech. Weird, she thought, and a little bit gross too. Still, she couldn't stop touching her tooth gum.

"It happens to me, too." To reassure his sister that it was absolutely alright, Chris hooked a forefinger on the corner of his mouth and tugged it all the way down, to show a canine tooth. "See? Aaahhhh…"

Claire watched and awed at the little pointy tooth growing up in Chris's mouth.

Chris dried the saliva-wet finger on his shirt and smiled. "C'mon, let's put it under your pillow!" he said, stretching out a hand to underline the invitation as the well-bred knight that he was.

Claire sniffled and wiped the remaining teardrops off her eyes with the back of her tiny chubby hands. "Uh? Why?"

"So the Tooth Fairy can leave you a gift!"

"A gift?! Really?" Claire exclaimed amazed, "what will the Fairy give me?"

Chris glanced around with circumspection and gently pulled her closer as if he was going to reveal the biggest secret of all times. He took care to cover his mouth with a hand and excitedly whispered in her ear, "five whole dollars!"

Being a little kid able to count only to ten, Claire had no idea how much five dollars were. Five is much more than one, and half-way close to ten… it must be a lot, she thought.

She looked at her brother in disbelief. "Five dollars? OOOH… that's a lot!"

"I know, right?" Chris proudly agreed, mirroring her astonishment. "Do you know how many candies you can buy with five dollars?" the young boy asked and, thrashing his arms up in the air he declared "a whole bathtub!" No, Chris had no clue of how confectionery economy works.

A bathtub! Claire knew that a bathtub is something pretty big, as the one down in the basement's bathroom was big enough for her to swim in it. A bathtub full of candies! She could have swum in a candy pool in exchange of an insignificant fallen tooth? This Tooth Fairy mustn't be exactly a math genius! But who was Claire to complain? A bathtub of candies! Candies that she had to "buy" before though... That was a problem. Her backpack was big enough for all her copybooks but the little girl doubted she could fit a whole bathtub of things into it.

Claire poked her chin in a pensive manner. She had to bargain the whole tooth-for-money transaction. "What if I ask for candies instead of money?" She wondered.

Chris mulled it over a bit. He wasn't sure that the Tooth Fairy would willingly leave sugary gifts to a child. In hindsight though, sugar makes teeth fall, and more fallen teeth means more gain for Tooth Fairy. Uhm…

"Why not?" He lastly shrugged. "I guess you only have to ask. You can leave a note under the pillow maybe...""

Claire pouted her lower lip in a sheepish manner and asked, "can you… can you help me write it?"

Chris smiled and nodded. He knew she'd started school only a few days before, therefore she was too young to be able to write a whole letter by herself. So, he went to his desk and accurately ripped a sheet off a copybook to write the letter to the phenomenal, bathtub-filling Tooth Fairy.

"Please, ask her if she can give me those chocolates Granny always gives us when we go to her house!" Claire happily proposed while climbing on his chair like a spider, already anticipating the deliciousness she'd wake up to next morning.

"Sure! But I think Tooth Fairy is a man." Chris replied, lifting her with a push to help her roll onto the desk top.

"A fairy man?" Claire wondered, almost stopping her climb.

"Yup." Chris nodded. "I asked Dad the same thing and he said so."

"Can men be fairies too?" Claire asked as she lay belly down on the desk and made her feet sway high in the air.

Chris tittered a little and tugged the misplaced hem of her skirt down. "Dad said everyone can be." He shrugged, finally grabbing the pen.

"Me too?"

"You are a princess, Claire." Chris stated. "Princesses are cooler than fairies."

"But what's with the gown?" Claire asked, her curiosity still unsatisfied. "A fairy must wear a gown."

Chris shrugged, unconcerned by his sister's doubts. "Dad said men can wear gowns too if they like."

Claire audibly awed. A male fairy wearing a gown. Gown and moustache. Gown, moustache and lots of body hairs. She made up her mind to stay awake all night to see such a cool thing as a fairy man wearing a gown.

Chris put lots of effort to use his best handwriting. He and the tip of his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth were both really focused on the task to help his little sister, despite her curiosity repeatedly interrupted them.

"Which letter is this?" Claire asked, a tiny finger pointing at a very quizzical sign on the paper.

"It's an f." Chris said, without stopping.

"Ooooh… and this?"

"That's a zee…"

"Zee. Wow. That's weird."

"Do you know this one?"

"Yyyup! That's an e! I learned it just yesterday!" Claire replied utterly proud of her knowledge about three out of five vowels.

When the letter was finished, Chris read it aloud for Claire and she seemed pretty satisfied with the outcome. Together, they made a little drawing on it and then they went to her room to rest the little sheet under the pillow.

Once they were back into Chris's bedroom to resume the immaterial battle against goblins, Claire exclaimed, "Chris, when I'll have the candies I'll give a ton to you!"

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About a decade later, the room was the same but lots of details were different.

First of all, it'd been officially renamed Man's Cave.

Then the single bed had been replaced by a double one and the posters on the walls had multiplied.

Furthermore, the two children weren't there anymore, as two young adults had replaced them, for a while now. Chris had grown up into a giant, brawny, stubbled young man, whilst Claire into an enchanting, healthy, lively girl. Both on the verge of adulthood.

Also, both on the verge of the biggest sin of their own life.

On that Saturday morning, while Claire was still sleeping sound next to him, Chris lay wide-awake in his bed, belly down and arms crossed below the pillow. For the whole past month, to sleep in that position had been out of question since, otherwise, his female breasts would've ached badly. But now that he was back into his rightful shape, it just felt the most comfortable way to sleep. It was one of the really few reasons why he didn't miss his former female body. Unreasonably few reasons. In fact, aside from that and having his dick back, Chris downright missed Claire's body, to such a degree that he couldn't help but need her presence, closer and closer as time went by.

Claire attracted him like a magnet to iron.

Chris rolled on his left side and looked at her sleeping face.

Her right hand lay on the pillow balled in a loose fist, just a couple of inches away from her nose. Right beyond, her partially parted cherry lips were curved into a faint smile as she slept. Freed from the hair tie, her auburn hair covered the side of her face like a silky veil. Chris delicately pushed it back with two fingertips. He gently thumbed her cheekbone, careful not to wake her and lastly he stared, losing himself in her unveiled gorgeousness, familiar and strange at once.

It was like he was looking at her for the first time.

Almost if she'd been his sister once, a lifetime ago, but now she was something else, something new to him. Chris saw her in a whole new way, he couldn't even grasp it.

Chris leaned closer and, just like that, he took her pinkie between his teeth for no apparent reason other than responding to her attractiveness. He gently grazed it with the tip of his tongue, reminiscing how damn much he'd enjoyed it when she'd done the same to his thumb last night. It wasn't the first time he tasted her fingers, yet it was the first time he did so with his real mouth. And, hell, it was the first time he felt only one side of the touch!

As eagerness rose under his skin, Chris licked her fingertip once more, slower this time and, pursing his lips around it, he even sucked at it a bit and struggled against the want to bite. To have her caught in that particular way, even if in such a small portion, it enticed a hot feeling to build in his lower belly alongside a sudden crave for satiety.

Chris needed to satiate his impromptu appetite somehow, but he feared that little touch couldn't be enough. Especially because something was missing from the flavour of her that he remembered, although the fingers were the same as in all those nights he'd misbehaved with her body and had taken more than was legit to take and all that the free disposal he had of her allowed.

Inwardly, he reckoned it was all about the seductive smell of her femininity missing from her skin.

Dissatisfied, Chris let go of Claire, chuckling quietly as he saw her faint smile widen in her slumber. She'd felt the teasing in her sleep. He wondered if he was in her dreams too. He hoped so, because she'd been in his, all night long.

Chris lastly pulled back to take a better look at her. At his whole world. A world that had once belonged to him and him only.

Chris's hazelnut gaze glided over her with the same devote and nostalgic look of an explorer musing on a map of virgin lands he'd once discovered – or rather uncovered – but never wholly conquered.

Under the ocean-blue protection of the blanket, Claire looked like a drowned lost world and, like Homeric sailors for the sirens, Chris would dive and drown for her. He fathomed every detail of her figure, picturing her frame under the covers. His eyes travelled down the mild valley between her clavicles and the twin mounds of her bosom, who rhythmically rose and lowered like two bradyseismal young volcanos. Then wandered farther, down the plain valley of her stomach in which her left hand lay like a bland height emerging right in the middle. And, lastly, his sight indulged on the snug cove between two slender peninsulas that seemed to just never end. And he secretly, unashamedly wished he'd harbour his cursed ship in there.

A gentle double knock on the door drew the boy's mind back from those deep thoughts of wanderlust.

The door slowly creaked open and Lily's head coyly peaked through in the suffused dim-light of the room.

"Good morning," the blonde woman whispered getting in. She approached the bed and took note of her daughter's gracious figure in it. "I knew I'd find my missing daughter here!" She chuckled, warmly.

Chris rubbed his eyes and yawned quietly. "Morning Mom, yeah... she slept here last night. We needed to catch up but we were tired too so I let her stay," the big boy whispered back, his voice husky and his words still slurred by the slumber.

"Well done, darling." Lily smiled as she sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm ever so happy to see my kids are fine…" To Lily, to finally be able to call them by their names and hear them reply with their true voices, from their true bodies, it evermore filled her mother's heart with joy and relief.

"By the way, why are you already up, Mom?" Chris wondered while, with a twist of his neck, he checked the time on the alarm clock on his nightstand, baffled by his mother's sudden appearance that early on a Saturday morning, too dolled-up for a comfy morning at home. "It's... It's not even eight a.m.!"

Lily's face brightened up in a radiant beam she was unable to curb, and the whole room seemed to reverberate the shimmering in her brown eyes.

"Oh, uncle Will just called Dad," the woman enthused, "aunt Serena has labour pains."

"No way!" Chris hardly held back a dazed gasp and immediately mirrored his mother's same emotional expression. "That's great news, Mom!"

"Dad and I are going to the Arklay City Hospital, they're already there." Lily continued, speaking low despite her apparent excitement, "your uncle sounded too terrified to be left alone!"

"I can't wait to meet the new Redfield!" Chris exclaimed as he gestured to get up but his mother stopped him and his enthusiasm.

"There's no need for you to come with us now," Lily said, "the labour may last hours, we can't tell how long. Me and Dad are more than enough to keep Serena calm and William... alive. You can stay in bed."

Lily cheerfully tickled Chris's belly with a finger, causing him to twist and chortle – maybe too loudly, since Claire made a quiet moan in her sleep. Chris gently shushed his Mom and carefully climbed out of his bed.

"I need to go to the toilet," he whispered, following the woman outside Man's Cave and, yawning again, he added "but I guess I'll hit the sack again really soon."

"Okay, darling. We're leaving. Dad's already inside the car waiting with the engine running!" Lily laughed in hushed tones, shaking her head at her husband's uncontainable excitement. "Anyway, I made cookies yesterday. You can have them for breakfast when you'll get up."

"Thanks Mom. See you later." Chris said and swiftly pecked his mother's cheek before she started walking down the staircase. "Say hi to the uncles for me. And, please, keep me updated!"

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Just a few minutes and a piss later, Chris walked back into his bedroom. A loud yawn had already announced that Claire had woken up too, but Chris's brows rose in delighted surprise all the same as he saw her frame stretch under the blanket. He walked up to the window beside the bed and opened the shutters just a tiny crack, enough to brighten up the room without hurting his sister's drowsy eyes.

"Good morning, Claire," he smiled, rejoicing in the sight of her all arched like a cat as she stretched her stiff back.

"Mmmmorning…" Claire replied, her voice thick and a little raspy, carelessly slumping her arms onto the pillow above her head once she was finished with her stretching.

Chris climbed back into the bed and slid below the covers, announcing the great news of the day. "Aunt Serena is in labour," he said, "Mom and Dad just left for Arklay."

"Oh, but that's fucking great!" the young girl cheered and jolted up in excitement. "Are we going too?"

"Not yet." Chris replied with a faint headshake while sleeking the hem of the blanket over his chest. "Mom will give us a call when the baby's born."

"Oh, okay..." Claire nipped at her lip and closed her eyes again.

"Do you prefer to go now?"

"Mmmh… Not really." She giggled, pursing her mouth into a vibrant, roguish smile and snuggled more into the mattress. "I don't really feel like leaving the bed yet."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Lazy morning?" Claire murmured warmly. "I want cuddles."

"Laziest ever!" Chris nodded and slid his left arm under her neck.

Like a heavenly virus, Lily's smile had always had this incredible power to infect people, spreading joy. As usual, it'd left an indelible mark on Chris' face since he kept smiling tenderly for the exciting news of finally being able to meet his first cousin ever.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" the big boy purred, adjusting his head on the pillow.

Claire raised an eyebrow and rested her cheek against Chris's pectoral while she mulled over that question. "I have no clue, to be fair… Uncle and Aunt have been so damn secretive about the gender."

"I bet it's a boy..." Chris cackled. "But I'd love it to be a girl too..."

"Well… we'll figure it out soon, anyway."

"Geez! I just can't wait!" He excitedly huffed out and casted an impatient side-glance at the alarm clock.

"Feel ya. But there ain't much we can do about it right now, honey." The girl observed, and affectionately patted his abdomen. "We can only wait for uh... them to pop out."

Chris sighed in surrender. Claire was right: they could only wait for his phone to ring and his mother to announce them the good news. It was a matter of time. Nevertheless, he couldn't help feeling overly thrilled and bored at once. "Ugh… the waiting is so boring!"

"Definitely." Claire agreed. She curled even more against his side and tightened the grip around his chest. Instinctively, Chris, tightened his hold around her shoulders and began thumbing it in slow motions. "I may know a way or two to make time go by faster, you know… let's just cuddle!" Claire exhorted, reminding him the reason why they were still in bed.

"Aren't you excited as fuck, Claire?" he asked, eagerly beaming at his own question.

"I am but I can be patient, unlike someone else here…" Claire mumbled, shrugging a shoulder while absently twiddling his nipple through his shirt. "After all, we've waited for like nine months, I think we can wait for a few more hours!"

"Hours?! We're gonna become goddamn cousins at any moment now! I can't wait for hours!" Chris gushed, impatiently, and he could swear he heard his sister quietly mewl in exasperation and annoyance.

Claire's lips curled into a snarky pout as she thrummed her complaining fingers on his belly. "C'mon… just relax with me, honey. It's our lazy morning, remember?"

"Do you think they'd let me hold the baby?" Chris stupidly wondered, indulging in his numb excitement and evidently ignoring her reminder. He almost sensed the heavy eye roll his sister did at his persistence.

Claire tilted her head upwards until her chin grazed his chest and looked at him. "Why? Isn't this baby enough to hold?" She maliciously asked.

Chris looked down at her face. In the dull early-morning daylight, the blue of her eyes seemed even more intense than usual, and those two perfect circles of blue swallowed him as a whole, with a consuming, expectant stare.

"You're more than enough." Chris murmured and underlined his statement with a heavy rub on her back and a gentle squeeze of her shoulder. This time she and she only was the cause of his tender smile.

Leveraging on her elbow, Claire shifted upwards and brought her head almost at his same level, a mischievous leg sliding between his thighs. "Then just hold me."

She wasn't smiling anymore.

Painfully slow, Claire's hand slid upon his chest up to his neck and Chris felt her forefinger stroke his jawline. His sweet smile was gone by the time she hooked it under his chin. He tilted his head from the pillow until hers was a mere inch away. The intensity of her stare was imperturbable as her look shuttled between his eyes and his mouth.

"Now it's just us. Nothing else matters." A feeble whisper, nothing more, yet disruptive enough to assault his willpower and trump it. "Isn't it?"

"Yeah…" Chris muttered, lost in her gaze. The luscious tone in her voice was numbing him quickly.

"Don't you want to hold me?" Claire mewled, languidly.

Her leg capriciously started gliding up and down between his thighs, eliciting hot shivers to arouse within. Utmost sensitive to her doings, Chris immediately clutched his thighs around her leg as a silent answer to her question by his body, even before his mind processed the whole thing going on under the bedsheets.

"I do." Chris growled under heavy-lidded eyes.

Claire let go of his chin and her palm began trailing down his chest, her touch as much light as burning hot. It caressed his manly curves slowly and intently, savouring the shape of him through the fabric of his pyjamas. The farther down she went, the more Chris's head rose from the pillow, magnetized by hers. Their gazes were indissolubly clutched together. On one side, two blue sapphires stared keen and impassioned. On the other, gems the colour of bleak autumn stared back with awestruck desire, under furrowed wild brows, a frown that many shadows casted on his face.

Claire's cherry mouth hotly breathed against his slightly parted lips as she purred her question, "how much do you want it?"

Chris was unable to answer since her breath-taking touch wouldn't allow him the chance to speak. By then, her hand was caressing his navel but wouldn't indulge there much longer as it continued its descend undaunted. Claire tugged at his shirt a little, streamed her fingers through the sparse hairs of his lower belly and went even further down, until she reached the waistband of his boxers. She felt his muscles contract in anticipation under her fingertips. She could have easily stopped there and dismissed it with a ridiculing laugh and they'd make it through unharmed and sane. To stop was the most reasonable thing to do, but her body had other plans.

Actually, Claire had other plans.

Her gaze morphed into a naughty, resolute stare, a spark of devastating arousal inflaming her blue crystals of eyes. Her countenance hit Chris's willpower like an avalanche and he knew it'd only take one more inch down on him for him to lose control again. And he feared it. Deep down inside, Chris feared himself and what he'd do to her. Maybe his sister was just playing with him, mindlessly, and maybe she partially ignored what fire she was playing with and how burnt it'd leave her. But he knew, he damn knew and, for the life of him, it was nothing he was able to contain and suppress if she kept arousing him like that.

Chris's rapt gaze held a hint of desperation, silently begging his sister to stop teasing him any further, but he couldn't get to put up any resistance, not even a supplicative shake of his head, nothing but his imploring mute gaze. His whole body stiffened, as tense as a violin string ready to vibrate and snap, but nothing could shake him from the state of utter trance he'd fallen into. His conscience howled at him to stop her, to ask her to withdraw her hand and run before he'd give up and ravage her, but it was nothing more than a muffled scream in a far corner of his mind, as audible as someone shouting in a tempest.

Receiving no halts from his end, Claire proceeded her descent.

Once she slid her fingers below the waistband, she slowed down to an unbearable pace and, even slower, she licked her lips as she cautiously caressed the base of his penis. Failing to keep her resolute cool, the girl couldn't help letting out a silent gasp as she touched it for the first time after the switch back. In her dainty hands, his already quite hard member seemed bigger than she remembered. Nevertheless, she acknowledged it as comfortably familiar as long as she palpated it.

Chris's heartbeats strafed his ribs and forced him to release a breath that only then he realized he'd been holding all the time. She felt him shallowly breathe in and desperate, quiet, short whines escape his parted lips. One of his hands kneaded her shoulder while the other skimmed her impudent arm as to draw her closer and push her away at once, betraying all the contrast of feelings storming within him.

Careless of the distress she was causing, Claire's fingertips kept going down, grazing his skin as they slid all over his length. His head got even closer to hers with an effortless contraction of his sculptured abs. The sweetest "crunch" ever.

"Tell me how much you want to hold me…" Claire softly repeated, expectantly waiting for an answer to come from his leering face. This time, she decided he needed a little push. The final touch. She wanted him to answer.

So she grabbed him, without further hesitation, fingers curling around his length resolutely.

Chris's dark irises disappeared behind shutting eyelids, and he sucked in air through his clenched teeth, exhaling hard from his nose as her grasp immediately became tighter. He flared like a bull ready to charge the taunting provoker.

"Madly." Chris hardly uttered.

That was the point of non-return.

Chris let go of her arm and reached up to cup her cheek, while he closed the infinitesimal distance that lastly separated them. He clashed his lips onto hers, utterly careless that he could've died in her arms for how many beats his madly pounding heart skipped.

Claire let go of his dick and slid the hand out of his boxers, to chastely palm his cheek in return while she kissed him with a desire she'd never imagined would ever rage within her. It oughtn't to feel this good, this hot. His lips oughtn't to make her libido thrill this hard. She oughtn't to crave his mouth so intensely. She ought to be ashamed and willing to shy away his wicked touch like the plague instead of letting that pestilent sin penetrate every cell of her limbs! All in all though, who's to infect and who's to be the infected is hard to tell when it takes two to tango.

Holding each other's face, they couldn't nor wouldn't stop kissing. Chris couldn't get enough of those plump cherry lips of Claire's, just like she couldn't get enough of his tongue conquering her mouth for the first time.

For as long as she'd been fantasising about her own brother in those past weeks, Claire had suspected that to kiss him would give her shivers of the most reckless transgression – like biting a forbidden fruit would. But she'd sure never imagined that to feel him so intimately connected with her would make flurries of butterflies swirl in her stomach so hard.

Never ever she had felt anything like that. His touch somehow succeeded to provoke sultry feelings under her skin like no one else did before. Firework rays stirred up from the centre of her chest and melted down every fibre of her being and he, he only was the ignition. Claire couldn't tell if the fact that he was her brother made it all better, but she sure knew that something this pleasing ought not to be stopped.

In her opinion, Chris was the out and away best kisser she'd ever met. The more she savoured his expert lips, the more she wondered how many other things he could do that good, to her.

On his side, Chris felt her pleased surprise. He sensed the effect that kiss was having on his sister, how damn much she was enjoying it – just as much as himself. It could've been better than that only if it were her first kiss ever. Although Chris knew his weren't the first lips to touch hers in such a lustful way, he convinced himself he certainly was the first one making her shiver like that. Claire was thrilling and it was all because of him.

And it made him feel so fucking powerful.

Chris's hand slid up to her nape and, raising up from the mattress, he flipped over, so that his broad frame climbed on top of her for the second time in a few hours – caringly this time. He caged her body between his own and the mattress, and a quiet breathy moan escaped his lips as soon as he felt her entire shape being pressed against his own. Ever so hot, Claire welcomed his bulky presence on top of herself with no restraint. Her legs grazed the side of his thighs, showing how needy she was.

As Chris's ravaging mouth trailed down her jawline, a shaky gasp of need of her caressed his ears, enticing his purr of hunger to rumble in hers as he nipped at her earlobe. Every bite of him sent a burst of shivers to cross her neck and rush down her spine, devastating any sort of last resistance it came across. Claire grasped a fistful of his short dark hair strands, unwilling to let him leave her earlobe so soon, and she urged in his ear, "am I not your baby?"

"You're my baby." Chris purred, softly biting her throat and suckling her skin all the way down the jugular. "Only mine."

Claire took advantage of the grab she had on his hair to make him face her and they passionately kissed again with rage and desperation, in a way they hadn't kissed anybody else before and that, probably, they'd kiss nobody else for a long, long time to come.

Breathing in each other's mouth, the kiss kept them alive and killed them at once.

A keen, sweetest death.

Chris held her as if the whole world were coming to an end and he'd depart from it only in the safety of her embrace. Claire sucked his tongue as if she wanted to choke on it, moaning every time it swirled upon hers.

Their hands were all over the other, grabbing and tugging and stroking the more they could of their illegal lover.

As soon as Claire gasped for air on his lips, Chris realised that maybe he was squashing her a bit too much. Therefore, he pulled back, or rather he tried to but to no avail since Claire wasn't willing to let him go that easy. Her head followed his to never let their kiss break and, soon, her hands hooked around his neck to pull him back down, giving no shit about stupid things like breathing and oxygen.

Claire missed the catchy smirk Chris did but she sure gasped loudly when he looped an arm around her and flipped over again, letting her be on top. Claire could breathe freely now and wouldn't have to choose again between staying alive or dying of him. Their lips never parted for a single moment. She outstretched onto him, until his whole body adhered to hers like two sides of a sandwich with no other stuffing in between other than lust. Her fingers fondly raked through his short hair as she savoured more the taste of his lips and his firm hold on her back.

With lots of hesitation, as if to part from him was painful, Claire eventually broke the kiss and, leveraging on his shoulders, she sat upright. She straddled his lap and grinned widely at the feeling of his throbbing hardness pressing under her tickling spot. With a smooth move she pulled up her black shirt and carelessly threw it somewhere. As she did so, her loose hair fell all over her face, that silky veil returning to conceal her beauty. She finger-combed it back and a coy smile cracked on her face as she saw Chris simply lie down beneath her, with his warm hands resting on her hips, watching her spellbound.

"You're a masterpiece," he murmured.

Claire could only blush and smile. There was an underlying note of defencelessness in his sincerity that pierced her right through the heart. If his kisses had made her feel desired, then that look on his face, that confession of him, it all made her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

Sitting on top of his lap in her mere underwear, Claire loved to see his hazelnut eyes devour every inch of her skin showing. Even though it was a skin he'd come to know very well and very closely, the view seemed to be overwhelmingly too much for him as he stared at his bare-naked sister in ecstasy.

That moment of mesmerised bliss was soon supplanted by Chris's usual saucy attitude as, with the sweetest "sit-up" of his whole life, he raised from the mattress and pulled his shirt off. Another garment flying to the unknown.

Now it was Claire's turn to stare in ecstasy.

Chris let her gratifying look and hungry hands enjoy his muscles for a short while. Her fingers where a bit cold, but he only loved the goosebumps her grazing touch left on his exposed skin.

Sisterly pats, affectionate slaps, hugs, of course, Claire had touched his chest before in her life, but she'd never done it in this salacious way. Sure, her touch had never made his nipples harden like that. Chris's gaze wandered on her cleavage as he let her continue her exploration of his muscles. He only wanted to dip his head between her breasts and hold her tight against himself but there was a little detail he'd rather eliminate as soon as possible.

Her bra.

He recognised it. He recognised that bitch: it was one of the most uncomfortable his sister owned. He'd never tolerated it when he'd had to wear it, he sure never tolerated it when taking advantage of the closet's privacy, therefore, by no fucking means he'd tolerate it now that it was a stupid hindrance on the road to his dreams coming true.

In fact, Chris wished that those breasts he'd been yearning for for weeks would touch his face and mouth for the first time without any damned piece of clothing getting in the way of his lechering. Accordingly, with a bratty smirk underlying his doing, Chris looped an arm around Claire and, just one deft move of his skilled fingers after, he unclipped the unwelcomed bra.

But satisfaction isn't usually that easy to achieve.

In fact, Claire made haste to catch the cloth cups before they'd fall off and leave her breasts exposed. She intensely stared at her brother and an expression of pure delight coloured her face. She knew what he was up to and she'd not deny him to satiate his desire, but she'd make sure to elongate his sweet agony of hankering for her breasts just a tad more. Gingerly, Claire slid off the shoulder straps, lusciously rolling her shoulders, one at a time, slowly, mercilessly.

Chris's hazelnut eyes closely followed each movement of her, much to the girl's delight.

But he wasn't the only one agonizing over desire, though.

As Claire felt his arms envelop her bust and pull her closer, strong shivers of expectation ran through her body. Everything about his touch was just delicate and, like a skilled torturer, Chris wouldn't rush things. His teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck as he loosely bit it but he wasn't doing anything to accelerate her nudity. Conversely, he patiently waited for her to be ready.

He'd accept her decisions and let her set the pace. If she felt comfortable that way, so be it. His mouth simply hovered over her skin hardly brushing it and blew warm breath against her exposed cleavage. Never mind if his wishes weren't met by reality and he'd have to tolerate that stupid garment.

This purposeful hesitation just made the girl realise that Chris was more or less intentionally giving her taste of her own medicine. She wanted him to long for her but her actions were turning most to her own detriment: Claire craved him to death.

She longed for how bad he was longing for her.

She couldn't wait any longer to be his.

The bra hadn't hardly the time to touch the floor, that Chris's head already dipped on the tender flesh of her breasts, finally savouring the taste of the same turgid nipples he'd been nightly torturing in the past. Finally.

For his own neck's sake, Chris pushed her a bit upwards until she was standing on her knees. Claire didn't mind that now she couldn't feel his hard manhood press against her anymore, as his tongue swirling over her nipples kept ripping breathy moans of need out of her.

She draped her arms around his head, loosely so to feel it move within her embrace. He felt so bulky in her arms, there was no way she could not feel utterly thin and small against him, but she'd be a liar if she ever said she wasn't downright loving it. Everything about him was big, she knew it, she'd been it, and now his big mass was hers to savour and enjoy, from the outside. Claire loved, loved, loved feeling like the small one making the giant tumble down at her feet.

It made her feel so fucking powerful.

Without letting her go, Chris lay down again, his face drowning in her bosom. Now that he'd made it there, he'd not leave easily. His sweet suckling was numbing Claire but not enough to prevent her from using her toes to try to slide his boxers off. It was about time that her wishes as well came true.

Emerging from her cleavage, Chris let her glide down a bit and reached down to help her feet strip him. He kept kissing her while shaking his legs to get rid of the last piece of cloth covering him.

Now that he was mother-naked, only her panties still remained to rip off. And that's exactly what Chris did next. He hooked his fingers around the subtle lacey strings and fiercely ripped it with a keen shriek of the torn fabric. He answered her gasp of surprise with a rough whimper of want against her skin, turning her on even more.

Reduced to a useless rag, Claire's panties joined the club of clothes flying the fuck away from there and cluttering the floor.

Chris sat upright again, holding her close lest she'd fall off his lap to switch positions again. He rested her on the mattress and then bowed between her legs. Chris took a few seconds to fully admire her nudity from above after all that time passed without such a sight, even though, he had to admit the angle was all new to him and downright enthralling. He knew that body like his own – literally – and yet its nudity turned him on like it was his first time.

Under his leering gaze, Claire didn't exactly know where to look at anymore.

Her blue eyes were all on him but she couldn't really ignore the fact that he was naked, standing on his knees right in front of her. For her as well, it was quite a first time. As Claire caught a sight of his tilted member, she simply failed to take her eyes off of it and blushed throughout. He was hard, superb and pointed straight at her. She'd never seen it – him – that way. Not from the outside. Not from the receiving end of its appetite.

Chris gifted her with a small, flattered smile, proud to be the reason of her cheeks turning hot.

"Turn, baby," he whispered.

As if his words had drawn her back to reality, Claire glanced at his face, at his tender grin, and nodded faintly. Without even blinking, she detangled her legs from his and did as he requested, lying down on her belly.

Standing on all fours, Chris crawled above her and one-handedly twisted her auburn hair into a loose knot, clearing the upper part of her back. The first of his wet kisses to hit the smooth skin on the base of her neck made Claire flinch a bit.

She didn't expect it.

She was discovering a side of Chris she'd never even guessed it existed. In spite of his well-built mass and impulsive temper that would suggest to expect only ponderous clumsiness and roughness from him, his movements rather displayed a sensuality both feral and attentive at once. Paradoxically, it was the best part of him and she was never supposed to know it! But now she'll know every side of him until he was no more mystery.

Chris's mouth travelled down, leaving a trail of slow, passionate kisses down her spine. The touch of the cool morning air onto the small stains of saliva he'd leave behind let goosebumps to flourish and spread on her skin. His hands gently stroked the sides of her along with the descend. Every now and then, the tip of his penis tapped and grazed her skin all along, each time in a different spot.

Everywhere he touched, Claire would mollify, witnessing what a tender lover Chris Redfield could be.

Notwithstanding the absolute determination in which she'd wanted it all to happen, Claire struggled to believe it was happening for real just the same.

During those past weeks, she had enjoyed their innocent role-playing as boyfriend and girlfriend, ever since that first time by the mall. And she'd let it grow in herself like a habit she really looked forward to each day.

Every night, their little play, their double entendres, their suggestive remarks, their dirty confessions and jokes about masturbating those borrowed bodies of their own would wash away a whole day of sole discomfort and sorrow. Washing deceit with more deceit, of course, but how heavenly it felt each time! How thrilling it was to spell certain words to one's own sibling! How comfortable it felt to confess absolute nastiness and have it so welcomed and… encouraged? Understood? Shared?

Claire couldn't quite express how it made her feel to know that Chris had just touched her parts in the closet or admired her shape in the mirror. Just like she couldn't put into words how wonderfully dirty she felt any time she'd slid a hand into her boxer-briefs to get herself a hard-on and think "this is him" "this is how he feels". Claire could've never found a way to describe that kind of ridiculous want it'd get her when rubbing out: to just wish to jump out of that body and feel that hard-on rub against her real skin.

Who could've ever imagined her kinkiest fantasies to actually come to life one day, this easily, this effortlessly, this nicely? How was she to know that those lustful fancies of hers were somehow reciprocated by her brother? The awareness that, alongside their "innocent" role-play and misbehaviour, her brother as well had been fancying her all along gave her another reason to sigh in pleasure. Honestly, how many were the chances for this to happen? It's already so difficult to have one's feelings requited, let alone when it's about someone as impossible as your own sibling, yet the way he kissed her left room to no doubts: he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

If not more.

Not to miss any moment of him, Claire writhed her neck as much as she could to watch him go down on her from behind.

Yeah, it was real.

The more he'd approach her bottom with his mouth, the more she'd involuntarily raise her hips upwards. Claire bit her lower lip in expectation for the reveal of what he'll do once he'll get there. Would he stop? Would he go further? Deeper?

Harder?

Anticipation choked her like a sweetest noose.

She wouldn't have to wait long for him to tug at the invisible rope and strangle her in pleasure.

Chris grabbed her hips and gently guided them upwards until Claire lay with her back arched like a stretching cat, with her butt high in the air and her chest and shoulders pressed down on the mattress. She couldn't see him anymore but she didn't care. That new position was a bit embarrassing in her opinion but it only suggested something unbearably great was coming, whatever he intended to do next.

Chris caressed her round hips and sat on his ankles while he leant onward to dive his face into the cleft between her butt-cheeks. Kissing and biting, he went deeper and deeper, decisively.

Finally, the smell of her.

Lord, had he missed it! It'd never been that intense hitting his nostrils. She was the closest she'd ever gotten and she was finally half an inch away from his ravenous mouth. Chris mentally prayed for never waking up if it was meant to be all just a wet dream. Not only he was finally going to taste her but he'd also see from the outside that body squirm and moan in the same pleasure he'd grown fond of lately. It'd be the first time for him – and probably for any other male human being – to know exactly what he made her feel, not just how to. That's why he loved every instant of his approaching to "her".

When his lips clashed onto her most forbidden skin for the very first time, Claire had to grasp the pillow and dig her face into it, moaning her shocking pleasure aloud into the fabric. If she'd thought Chris was a good kisser, she couldn't now deny he was even a better kisser down there.

Had she been in the conditions to think straight, Claire would've certainly thanked every single girl her brother had fucked in the past that had allowed him to perfect and master this wicked technique he now practiced down on her.

His lips and her labia fused into a hot, wet melody of smooching sounds.

The mildly sour taste of her filled his mouth, flooded his tongue completely, quenched his thirst. It completely blew away the memories of any fingers-licking he'd done in the past weeks: this, this was way better.

Chris couldn't quite believe he was finally face-deep into her. He drank from her wetness like a wanderer to an oasis pool in the scorching desert. Her refreshing moans of pleasure hit his ears like the tingling of pure spring water.

After a few more smacks and licks, Chris made her turn to lay on her back again, thus they both could be more comfortable. Gently kneading on her wide-open thighs, he resumed his hungry suckling down on her. At every little tap of his tongue, Claire arched her back and dug her nape even more into the pillow. She couldn't help her legs but to clutch around Chris's head, no matter how hard she tried to keep them splayed. Fortunately, his hands wouldn't miss to guide her thighs back down and apart. She twitched under his touch relentlessly, every ministration of him enticing Claire to let out quivering, breathy supplications that Chris wouldn't leave unsatisfied.

When he sensed she was getting too close to the edge, as her moans had turned into hardly restrained yelps, Chris allowed her clit a little rest. Leaving behind his usual sound kisses, he reached up, tickled and kissed her belly button and returned to revere her breasts. He caught her nipple between his teeth and sucked and pulled just that little enough to watch her tit bounce softly as he released it from his ravenous yet innocuous bite.

It was a pause, a moment of playful amusement that both appreciated. But it didn't last long. The point of non-return had been crossed too long ago for them to be able to indulge.

Shifting upwards between her legs and arms, Chris lay on top of her, once more covering and catching her thin frame below his. His head hovered hers, so that his lips could hardly graze hers. He breathed open-mouthed and stared down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. His warm breath smelled a bit different than before and Claire reckoned the new note mixing up with it must be "her scent", but that wasn't the only thing catching her attention: an expression of pure ecstasy glowed on Chris's features. Namely, another thing that Claire had never witnessed before.

Regardless of how many times she'd peeped at the mirror in the bathroom while rubbing out as him, Claire had never seen such an expression of absolute arousal on his face. There was something in watching him so turned on and horny that Claire couldn't quite grasp but that compelled her to stare back and dig her fingertips into his flesh throughout. She could read on his features that the hottest fuck of her life was just moments away.

Brazenly withholding his eagerness, Chris reached up and gently tucked a tousled strand of auburn hair behind her ear, showing once more how surprisingly tender he'd get below the bedsheets. His brown eyes shuttled back and forth between her mouth and her eyes. Chris ducked his head slowly against hers and mouthed a silent "you're beautiful" against her lips, careless rather she'd acknowledge it or not. He simply couldn't help saying how hard her beauty struck him.

Chris quite melted when Claire tilted her head upwards to kiss him, eyes closed, to taste herself on his lips for the very first time ever.

For a moment, time seemed to stop for Chris. That kiss exploded in his mouth as well as in his heart and straight down to his penis. He just failed to handle that inebriating mix of innocence allure and brazen seduction that Claire had turned into. To his eyes, she was both his pure, precious, bashful little sister and a sultry stranger who only wished to misbehave with him. And, in all honesty, he couldn't tell which side of her tantalized him the most.

Chris could only kiss her back, without restraint.

Their nudities tangled together. Skin against skin. Stomachs adhering to each other, arms grabbing, legs rubbing, sexes swelling. Lips locking. Nothing else mattered for real. There were no more phone calls to wait for, no more cousins to be delivered and welcomed, no parents' eyes to fear. There was just them, their kisses, their bodies and a bunch of lines left to cross. Because both knew – more or less consciously – where that heat led to.

It was like nothing they'd done with those bodies before. Even though, past experiences had taught them both how to touch each other in order to make their lover quiver in pleasure. Chris, in particular, he took great care to tickle his sister in the right places and to use his own body to give her the strongest feelings. He knew she liked it but he couldn't deny he'd long desired watching her thirst for him and the physique he'd so painfully sculpted.

One her side, Claire knew how to please him as well.

She danced.

Under him, over him, around him, she moved so smoothly and gracefully it just seemed she danced with him. To him. Claire made good display of her gracefulness, using her body to arouse boiling feelings within him and drag him to the edge. Any time her hands weren't clutched around his dick, they'd be busy in palpating his hard muscles, pushing his butt down to make his hard-on rub down on her, flexuous movements of his hips completing her dance. Anytime he'd let escape a hollow gasp from his hungry lips she'd tease him harder with her lascivious manners and touches.

And she sang.

Her mewls and moans were music to his ears and libido. Every little gasp escaping her mouth would cause a tempestuous rush of pleasure to thunder under his skin, to ultimately feed her own fire.

Their dance briefly stopped only when Chris leant away, stretching out his thick arm to grab a condom from the nightstand's drawer, leaving her temporarily uncovered. Claire's sweaty frame stood out pale and light against the deep blue of the bedsheets, her rosy nipples and lips as the only exceptional hues of her skin. With the small square package pinched between his fingers, Chris crawled back onto her and sat on his ankles between her spread-open legs that wouldn't stop grazing and fondling his sides. His hazelnut eyes locked with her killer blue ones as his hand glided down her inner thigh until his fingertips could tickle her spot and labia again. She responded the slick stimulation with a nice, deep, raw moan that stirred in the quiet room's air loud and clear. Pulling him closer with a rough push of her feet against the curve of his back, she invited him to go on.

His expectant frown conveyed a sense of slight concern mixed with desire, as though he didn't feel entitled to take what he wanted from her, so that he had to ask openly, soft and throaty, "are you sure, baby?"

Claire's only answer was an eager yet coy nod of her head. Hell, she was damn sure! She could even understand his hesitation or need for a permission of some sort but, truly, there was no reason to. They'd already crossed the line, they could as well go all-in now. Claire sat upright and cupped his cheek to draw him down, right onto her kiss. With Chris incredibly hunched over her, she pecked his lips and took the condom from his hands, determined to give him far more than a permission.

"In for a dime, in for a dollar, right?" she purred and bit her lower lip just to lusciously lick it afterwards. Her blue eyes winked suggestively as she ripped the package open.

Chris stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes, a deadliest seriousness shadowing his features, unable and unwilling to straighten back up. His intense gaze warned her that if she kept up with those provocative attitudes it'd only lead to wild, ravishing consequences – she better know that, he supposed.

Claire extracted the round bundle of sheer latex and grabbed him with her other hand, stroking and pumping to ascertain it was hard enough. Then, she rolled the condom all the way down his erection, with great care.

That sight was more than Chris could bear.

It drove him far beyond craziness.

Claire had hardly the time to finish placing the condom that Chris harshly bucked down, took her face in his hands and clasped his lips on hers, furiously. He gracelessly slammed her back onto the mattress, keeping his untold word of moments prior. He leveraged on elbows and knees to hover her with his whole mass.

That frenzy wasn't meant to last long though.

He'd have sure wasted no time shoving himself into her if only that little blood still supplying his brain hadn't reminded him to be delicate, lest he'd hurt her if he penetrated her too brutally. By personal experience, he knew that he'd send her straight to heaven if he was careful and gentle just that tad enough. Back in the wild closet nights, in fact, the first time he'd tried shoving anything into "there", his stupid eagerness had made it be such a terrible experience, but he'd soon learnt how to properly treat that little gateway to heaven between her legs. He'd now treat her as if he were to penetrate his very self.

Not to mention that, after the previous night events, Chris desperately needed to show himself he was no brute.

So, holding back his juvenile fury, he started drawing quick little circles with a couple fingertips right onto her hottest spot and then he shoved them inside her, just to check how ready she was to welcome him. As he placed the head of his penis before her entrance, Chris lowered his face that little enough to kiss her below the earlobe and have her jugular heartbeats to pound against his lips. He began diving into her slowly and carefully, ready to withdraw at the minimal flinch or sign of pain from her. As the tip of his dick made its way into her, Claire let a shaky gasp slip out of her flushed lips and she dipped her fingernails into the flexed muscles of his curved shoulders.

Slowing down almost to a halt, Chris tilted his head backwards and nuzzled her blushed, hot cheek with his nose. He pecked it caringly as he took account of her reaction. Her furrowed eyebrows framed her closed eyes and parted lips in an expression of pure rapture. No pain seemed to show, only ecstasy.

Chris kept pressing his lips against her cheek, breathing in synch with her, with no hurry and lots of care. All the fury aroused within him while she was putting the condom in place seemed to have left space to a fond sense of sweetness and concern. Each one of his moves was passionate yet delicate and tactful and they all conveyed that there was an underlying drive, an impulse being contained and tamed, even though they preserved the mark of vigorous might that bulky body could only express.

A narrow slice of blue iris cracked between the pitch-black eyelashes as Claire observed him, curious to know the reason of this sudden hesitation of him.

Chris's face was so close that she could only see the side of his nose and only one of his eyes, wide-open and dark, but soft in its staring. Relieved to read no regret in his gaze, Claire's heart ached a little for his apparent consideration. So sweet of him to first make sure she's fine and enjoying it, Claire thought, and wondered whether it was usual of him or if that special treatment was only to her because of what she meant to him. She was unsure which option to prefer, honestly. What she was sure about though was that he totally needed to resume and keep going – hard on her. So, Claire straddled his hips with her legs even tighter and locked her ankles upon his buttocks, implicitly inviting him to fill her more and completely.

Claire only had to turn her head a just half an inch so that her lips could meet his once more, this time to give his furore a new start. Chris's quiet whimper underlined the sudden glow that pervaded him as the plumpness of her lips clashed onto his mouth.

Chris's hand slid down her side and grabbed her already tilted thigh again, brushing her smooth skin. And Claire seemed to love it, encouraging him to fearlessly go further.

Closing his eyes, losing himself into her kiss, Chris pushed his whole length into her inners and another shallow hot whimper escaped as he felt her break the kiss to suck in a breath open-mouth and then moan through her nose to carry that first, slow thrust of his. Her reclining head sank into the pillow and a rain of moans poured out to intone the song of the grand finale.

That was definitely the most intimate connection she'd had with anyone in her whole life.

She and Chris had lived a month inside the other's body, still they'd never felt closer than that, nor more fused. They were as one, the subtle latex layer not affecting in any way the feeling of each other.

Even though she'd gone further in the past, there was something undeniably unique in their intertwined bodies, their passionate kisses, the way they made love to each other. Perhaps it was the caring tenderness of him, perhaps it was the wild feels of touching this intimately with someone who's loved you differently for so many years and that now, because of mysterious plot twists, expressed their affection in a whole new way, who can tell? One thing's for sure: not a single inch of skin was left untouched, un-kissed, unworshipped. The room filled only with their moans, smacks and wet sounds.

Wonderfully erotic to feel each other's skin burn with ardent desire and each other's breath tremble and leap for the increasing arousal. No shame soiled the lust in their eyes any time they'd make eye contact. No shame in the desperation in which they gripped tight at each other's hair or relished in each other's moans.

Their final dance had just started, a dance made of Claire's legs grinding his sides before sagging down, spread-open on the bouncing mattress, for the pervading ecstatic pleasure that weakened her muscles; and Chris's hips bobbing up and down, back and forth. The deep curve of his broad back pushed his abdomen against her flat belly until their whole front sides were glued together. His chiselled muscles contracted in rhythm with his staccato hums, setting the pace of their intercourse to fast, strong and merciless.

With each thrust Chris grunted and huffed, head sunk into her neck. With each thrust Claire moaned and squealed and dug her nails into the skin on his back, raking it until it became a chaotic pattern of red lines.

The feeling of her around him was like paradise on Earth.

The filling of him inside her was the end of the world.

As soon as the pace became getting even faster and mightier, Claire knew what to do. What he wanted her to do.

"Chris."

She whispered his name, right into his ear, lascivious and desperate, like her fake self had done a thousand times before, but better. Just one word was all it took her to put a spell on him. The effect it had on him was immediate: his thrusting went maddening, his furore out of control, his grunts louder and rougher. Happy to see her plan work out perfectly, Claire only kept repeating his name over and over, each time louder and more demanding.

"Chris!"

Claire urged him and, by the way his hums were sputtered out, she knew no other kind of answer would come from him: and she loved it. She loved seeing and feeling him reduced to such a poor hopeless puppy who had no other choice but to keep fucking and fucking and fucking until he'd either break either the spell, her or his own dick.

The friction of his penis inside her folds was all he cared about, to talk was unnecessary – not that it was ever possible for him. The most he could do to answer her was to kiss and suckle and bite whatever piece of her skin ended up in his mouth, and grasp, tug and tousle every lovely auburn strand of hair caged in his fist.

Their fuck was reckless, his movements damn effective and faster than an engine gone mad. At this point, to spell out his name was all Claire could do. If she even thought she had power over him, Chris then possessed her in a way that almost annihilated her whole self. Yes, it was true, there's no such thing as dominance when it takes two to tango. It can be and feel different, but it's always somewhat mutual.

In his mad frenzy, Chris grasped her hand and entwined their fingers together until their palms glued together like the rest of their bodies did and he pinned it to the pillow, above their heads, shifting his body accordingly. Such a sweet move that failed to shadow and hide that the new angle only added fuel to his fire, madness to his motions, volume to her moans. Unwilling and unable to give up, Claire kept invoking his name and cursed it as she came, frantically throbbing under him. The waves of her orgasm shocked her whole body and thrashed against him, speeding up his own release.

Chris climaxed into her, gasping her name roughly and hoarsely, to finally release all his pleasure along with it in one tremendous last thrust.

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The room had fallen silent again.

Every sound had stopped, except for their laboured breathing. To listen closely, one could even pretend to hear the pounding of their racing hearts.

A few moments passed but they didn't allude to a change in position: Chris still hovered and covered her like a blanket, with his exhausted hot body lifted just that tad enough to both not squash her and keep feeling her skin stuck to his own; Claire lay below all that buff masculinity, still wrapped around him, her hand still clutched together with his above their heads, on the pillow, in a firm balled fist.

Once Chris recovered a bit of ability to move, he let go of her hand and, leveraging only on the other arm, he reached down to cup her cheek in his palm. Although they'd just had sex, the kiss he gave her felt, sounded and looked like it was the first one. It was tender, slow and fond and Chris gave no shit about how lame it'd come across. It'd never really occurred that, as soon as he'd come, he'd already crave starting over again, as if instead of satiating him, it'd only tickled his appetite. As though that crazy thing had just been an appetizer. Not that it hadn't completely been enough to appease him, but... just that... it'd been so good, he wanted more. He'd craved it for so long that he wasn't ready for it to be over yet. Could they start all over again?

Claire savoured his kiss willingly, and let him stay on top of her for as long as he wanted. The heat radiating from his body cradled her through the post-coital bliss. The sticky touch of his sweaty skin against hers was both relaxing and kinky. He breathed steadily, he moved slowly, every muscle of him flexed under the skin, and she felt it all under her fingers. Compared to the mad frenzy that'd possessed him until a few moments prior, Chris was so calmer now, loose and steady. Hadn't they been fully naked and hadn't he been still balls-deep into her, it'd be difficult to believe what had happened between them had been real now that the heat faded.

Yet, it'd been real.

True.

Tangible and terrific.

The coronation of their depraved wants. And none of them seemed to acknowledge or realise the meaning and implications of their act. Maybe they both were still too "stoned" by the orgasm, too worn out, to think straight for just a moment.

One simple moment of clarity was all it'd take to figure out.

But, evidently, it wasn't meant to happen since, as Chris decided to pull out of her, he didn't lay down on the mattress, no. Instead, he shifted downwards, kissing and licking his sister all along until he found himself with his face buried between her thighs again. Sniffing and licking, suckling and nuzzling, he nourished himself with her forbidden beauty for a bit longer. Chris worshipped her sex for a while, staring and touching in utter veneration, until he glanced up, and looked past her flat belly, past her pinkish tits, and straight at her face. Head reclined in one more spasm of pleasure, Claire bit her lip and raked her fingers through his hair to grasp it tight as she shivered under his mouth.

Yes, he made her so.

After a short while, he decided to finally bid goodbye to that personal little corner of heaven he'd just... uh... unlocked, and he slid back upwards to lie down, right next to her, dragging the hem of the blanket all along as he did so. As to close that "parenthesis" of madness, they returned exactly to the same position in which it'd all started: Chris slid an arm below her neck and Claire curled up against his side, getting cosy below the warming blanket. Only difference, this time they were naked. And full of sin.

The aftermath cradled them and it'd soon deliver their weary bodies to Morpheus' gentle cares. Before dozing off, Claire looked up and placed one last soft kiss on her brother's lips, purring out a gratifying "it was so good".

---

The buzzing sound of his phone's vibration woke him up.

Chris groaned hoarsely. He'd fallen asleep. How long had he been sleeping again? The mild daylight seared his drowsy eyes and he could only grimace in five-more-minutes-please. He felt Claire mumble in her sleep, evidently disturbed by the untimely, hushed ringtone. She was still lying all snuggled against him, peacefully knocked out. Chris hated to have to move and risk disturbing her but he eventually freed his arm from her neck. Moving like a sloth on drugs, Chris slightly rolled on his side and lazily reached out to grab the annoying device, picking up the call without even checking who was calling.

"Mmmh... Hello?" He said, resting the phone on the pillow, right beneath his ear, so that he didn't even have to keep holding it. Damn, even lazier than a sloth!

"Chris, it's Mom." Lily's voice creaked through the speaker. "Did I wake you up?"

Chris roughly rubbed his eyes with the back of two fingers and muttered, "hi... Mom... no..."

"Yeah, right." Lily giggled on the other end. "You sound as alive as a bear in January!"

Chris's brain was still too clouded by the slumber to be able to properly get his mom's joke, but he chortled the same, mirroring her playful tone. "Alright, you win." He conceded, yawning loudly right through the speaker. "I'm awake now." Why had he got the impression he was forgetting something?

"Anyway, I'm just calling to tell you that... it's a girl!" Lily cheerfully announced.

Oh. Right. Right!

Chris's eyes widened on the spot, careless that they still had to properly adjust to the daylight. The big bear gushed and smiled, "really?!"

"Yeah," Lily giggled, "a beautiful, healthy little girl!"

"Oh, Mom, that's fucking great!"

"Language, Christopher..."

"Sorry." Chris tittered, struggling to keep his voice low. "Geez, I can't believe it happened so soon... wh-what time is it?" He glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. Hardly ten a.m. "Whew!"

"Yeah, apparently, your cousin was in a hurry. You know... Redfields." Lily said and, since he was probably walking by and eavesdropping, the far voice of Robert chimed in, uttering something like "quickest labour of all time! She ain't a baby, she's a rocket, son!"

Chris snorted at his father's stupid joke and asked, "what's her name?"

"It's Riley. Isn't it really cute?" Lily cheered in such a sweet tone that Chris could almost picture her beam.

"Riley Redfield..." the big boy mumbled, an emotional smile popping on his face. "Yeah, it is cute, Mom. How is she?"

"Oh, Chris... You should see her... she's so beautiful!"

"How is Auntie? Is she fine?"

"Serena is fine, don't worry and... uncle Will fainted only twice. I reckon that means everything went well!" Lily joked. "By the way, are you coming over?"

"Yeah... I... we just need to... uh... um..." Chris stuttered, suddenly realising that he was talking to his parents while he and Claire were naked in bed: to say they had to "get dressed" was a euphemism to say the least!

"Let me guess, Claire's still sleeping, isn't she?"

"She is," Chris admitted, glancing over his shoulder at the nude body behind him. Sleeping beauty. "She's sleeping like a log to be fair." He chuckled and rolled on his back until he lay on his side, facing her so closely he could easily kiss her if he wished.

"How much had you two got to catch up on last night?" Lily wondered, "it's not like Claire to have a lie-in!"

But Chris wasn't to acknowledge the underlying tone of reproach in his mother's amused speaking, he was too washed away by Claire's presence. So close, so hot to him.

The laws of attraction cannot be bent easily. Let alone they can be ignored.

So, Chris fondled her meaty tit slowly and captured her nipple with two knuckles to gently rub it. He sucked in a short breath, as though the remembrance of how good such a touch would feel was so vivid in his mind that it was almost like touching his own "female" self again. Chris knew so damn well the kind of shivers that would be rolling beneath her skin if only had she been awake. Pretty much similar to those running down his butt-cheeks right then: somehow that immoral touch done while his very mother was on the other end of the phone call, thrilled him really bad. Mom on the phone, sister asleep, and it felt like stealing. An activity he'd grown quite accustomed to lately. This time though no regret, no morals were to shadow the transgressive elation it gave him. Chris would just not realise how wicked and indecent his actions were.

"We just need to get ready and we'll be there," he cut short, biting his lip for the sexual appetite arousing once more.

"Alright, Chris. We'll wait here for you, Riley included." Lily said, "Bye, darling. Don't drive fast. Be careful."

"Yes. Bye, Mom." Chris unceremoniously hung up and threw his phone somewhere upon the blanket and returned to stare at his sister. His sight rolled down her sexy curves, his palms glued to her skin, kneaded her breasts. He leaned down and kissed her lips to wake her up to just go further down with his mouth straight away.

Claire frowned and grumbled indistinctly at first, but her expression immediately shifted as soon as she took account of whom that big head between her breasts belonged to. "Hey..." She sighed, her voice low, soft and a little gruff, "are you my prince?"

"I am." Chris grinned, alternating kisses and soft bites and literally wrapping her in his strong arms.

"Have I slept for a hundred years?" Claire giggled.

Chris briefly peeled his face off her cleavage and smiled, "to me it felt like a hundred years without your smile."

"Kiss-ass." Claire scoffed.

"Yeah, that's about the size of it." Chris crawled on top of her and kissed her on the mouth. "It's ten a.m. anyway. We slept about forty-five minutes."

"Mmmh... Five more." Claire muttered against his lips, humming as he rubbed his whole self against her frame.

"Mom called, baby." Chris whispered, nuzzling her throat.

Claire gasped audibly, forcing him to tilt his head and stop his fondling. "Fuck me! What did she say? Is the baby... here yet?"

Chris eagerly nodded, smiling in an emotional and overjoyed manner.

"And...?" Claire urged him.

"It's Riley."

"A girl!" Claire gushed. She couldn't help beaming and he could help mirroring her joy. "What the hell are we doing still in bed?! Let's go meet her!"

She wriggled beneath him so forcefully that Chris could only move aside and set her free from himself. Claire kicked the blanket off of them and jolted up, standing up on the mattress. All her curves bounced accordingly. Chris let out a hearty laugh at her impatience and throughout enjoyed the sight of her towering all naked. It was the first time that he saw her standing naked from the outside. From this perspective she was even better and hotter than any time he'd seen "her" standing in front of a mirror.

"Please, remind me... who's being too impatient?" he bugged, hardly curbing another laugh.

Claire stuck her tongue out and placed both fists on her sides in an affirmative manner. "We don't get to become cousins every day!"

"So now it's fine to be excited as fuck?"

"One hundred per cent." Claire pointed out, and nudged at his side with her toe, saying, "what is not fine is you and me still in bed when we ought to be in the shower to get ready." That said, she leapt off the bed and pranced to the bedroom door. "C'mon!" she shouted over her shoulder, right before disappearing in the corridor, "bring your fat ass in the bathroom! Now!"

"Yes sir!" Chris replied and climbed out of bed as well, stretching his long, bulky limbs as he stood up. He'd have definitely enjoyed a bit more of mellow idleness in bed with his sister, a bit more cuddles, but Claire was right: Riley shouldn't be waiting to be greeted into the family.

His god-like mother-naked body towered in the middle of the room, showing off the impossible shoulders-waist ratio that made him resemble a real-life Greek god. There wasn't a single muscle in his body that wasn't spot-on and flexing. Yawning, Chris scraped his tousled hair as he walked when, suddenly, his eye fell on the sperm-filled condom that somehow managed to still be loosely wrapped around his penis. Friendly reminder that it had all been motherfucking real.

He had to dispose of it.

Absolutely.

Dispose of it and make sure it'd not to show around ever again. That's what he ought to do. Totally.

Chris pulled it off and searched around for something to wrap it in. A tissue might be of use but he had none. The toilet paper in the bathroom would sure do- hold on a sec! By chance, his look dropped onto the torn piece of fabric that'd honourably been his sister's panties until earlier that morning. Chris picked it from the ground and observed it with the same expression of pride of an Olympic champion holding an earned golden medal. He raised it like a trophy and brought it to his nose to sniff it deeply.

It smelled like her.

It smelled like the power he had on her: to make her melt under his touch and mewl under his lips. It smelled like all the sweat he'd made her transpire for the heat he'd aroused under the bedsheets. It smelled like the uncurbed want for him she'd showed. It smelled like her unashamed way to straddle and ride him, like an amazon woman.

But Chris wanted to pretend there was something more than her smell. He claimed to sense also a youthful, rude virility that beautifully blended with her honeyed scent.

There was him as well.

Him and the power she had on him. Him and the slave he'd become to satisfy all her needs. Him and his rightful drive.

It was their smell.

And to him, it smelled perfect.

Chris grinned widely and wickedly. By tearing that stupid undergarment he'd marked way more than one revenge over uncomfortable clothes. He'd marked his territory. Namely, Claire.

Chris used the unusable rag to wipe his wet penis from any remains of sperm. He did it carefully, to savour every moment of it. God knows how long he'd hoped for such a thing: to wipe the cum Claire had provoked.

He crumpled the cloth in his fist and rolled it inside the condom.

What a... uh, unusual way to hide the evidence, Chris.

What a terrible way to hide the evidence! Claire's underwear, drenched in sperm, stuffed inside a used condom… those things had to disappear from Earth! But to Chris, apparently, throwing it in his bedroom's trash bin was smart enough to hide their misdeeds.

"Hurry up, pretty boy!" Claire yelled from the distance, "the water is hot and so am I!"

Without blinking, Chris ran to the bathroom, an avid grin carrying him all along.

---

"I'm coming!" Claire yelped, panting loudly. "I'm coming, Chris!"

Chris's eyes rolled backwards as she said so.

Interesting how sometimes the same words can fit such different situations... like having sex or getting ready.

Claire repeated her utterance as she hopped down the stairs trying to force her foot inside of a shoe while, at the same time, she bustled to pull down the collar of a sweater that stubbornly wouldn't let her head pop through.

"This is taking forever," Chris calmly said, twiddling the jangling keys. "We're going to a hospital not to a runway."

Grunting loud, Claire pulled the sweater so hard that the collar could only cede and let her head pass. "I'm ready! And, note, I didn't even put my makeup on!" she breathed out, "forever my ass!"

With a final hop, she skipped the last step and landed just a couple of feet away from Chris, who stood in the middle of the hallway, all ready and waiting for his sister to come downstairs. Claire reached out to grab the coat that Chris kindly offered her, but she'd totally misunderstood his intentions. In fact, Chris retreated it and waved it aside to wrap it around her shoulders with a very chivalrous move.

Claire was taken aback by this unexpected kindness yet she downright appreciated it. Nah, he wasn't mad at her. "Oh, thank y-" she said, but a cookie being shoved into her mouth forcefully silenced her. "Whaf the fuff, Fhrif?!"

Chris grabbed her hand, slammed another couple of cookies onto her palm and stated "no time for breakfast, baby. Let's go!"

Claire muttered a few more protesting sounds with her mouth full but could only follow her brother through the living room to the garage, chewing that – she had to admit – delicious cookie.

And with this little skit, they left.

Like nothing wrong had happened.

Like no pleasure screams had resounded in the whole house.

---

"Daddy!" Claire said, cheerfully bouncing to wrap her arms around Rob's neck. "Good morning!"

"Morning, darling. Mwah!" Robert placed a sound kiss on her cheek. "You two took your time to come, uh?"

"We stopped to buy some flowers for Aunt Serena along the way." Claire justified.

"We called you like an hour and half ago." Robert said, letting go of his daughter to greet his son with a sound pat on the shoulder and a "manly" bear hug.

"Don't look at me." Chris deadpanned. "Girls."

"Yeah, you tell me." Robert underlined and rolled his eyes, "I lost count of the fuel I've wasted to wait in the car for you mothe-"

"Robert."

"Oh, hi, love. Thought you were upstairs doing auntie stuff."

Lily gave a dirty look to her husband and downright ignored every sardonic smirk he did in the belief that his humour would fix his gaffe – like it always did, to be fair, and that would most likely do this time as well. You don't marry a clown if you're not a sucker for his sense of humour after all.

"Come on, kids!" Lily enthused, "Riley can't wait to meet you!"

---

Arklay City General Hospital, sixth floor, maternity ward. Cartoonish stickers of flowers and butterflies were plastered all over the walls in the only truly happy place of the whole hospital. Even the nurses gave different vibes: no frowns, no evident signs of mental exhaustion, no eye-rolls. Sixth floor was all about happiness. And so were William and Serena.

"Aaaaw, here she comes, my sweet baby!" Robert mewled as soon as a nurse brought a tiny bundle with Riley sleeping in it inside the room. "Aaaaw, look at her..."

Chris and Claire approached the bed Serena lay on to have the first look at their first cousin. Soon, the same "aaaw" as Robert escaped their mouths, in unison. Everyone's heart melted at the sight of that living miracle of Nature.

"See? She has the Redfield hair!" William proudly pointed out, eager to remark the absolute importance that his genes had had in the making of that baby. Riley's little head, in fact, showed a thick layer of auburn hair, such a recurrent feature in the Redfield family. William himself had reddish tones in his brown hair. "Ginger-head and hairy, just like what we inherited from our grand-grandfather!"

"Yeah," Serena deadpanned, "easy for you to be proud about it, since you didn't have to push that big hairy head through your vagina. Sorry, kids."

Apparently bugged by all that talking about her hairstyle, Riley started whimpering, quite loudly for a child much less than two feet long and two hours old.

"She has the Redfield temper too, I see!" Claire said and everybody laughed in agreement.

"Wanna hold her, Claire?" Serena asked.

"Oh yes, please! I'd love it! Can I?"

"Sure, here. Place your arms like I'm doing."

Carefully, and listening to every advice, Claire took her little cousin in her arms. She sat on the edge of the mattress and instinctively cuddled her. "She weighs nothing, oh my God!"

Chris came along and sat next to his sister to play with those minuscule hands of Riley's. The baby seemed pretty fond of his forefinger given how hard she grasped it.

"She hasn't completely opened her eyes yet but, as far as I could spot, she has blue eyes!" William commented, and smirked, "another Redfield thing!"

If his paternal pride was made of gas, everyone in the room would've died of asphyxiation.

"Hey, hey, my turn now." Chris said at some point.

Lily watched Claire pass the baby to her brother and help him adjust the delicate little body in his big arms, remaining nearby to caress her soft head. Lily couldn't hold back small tears to prick in her eyes at the sight of it.

"Mom...?" Chris asked, rising an eyebrow in concern.

"Oh darling…" the woman tenderly smiled, "it's such a dejà-vu to me! Oh, Robert, isn't it exactly like when he was a toddler and held Claire?"

Robert shrugged, "well, if you don't count that he's now ten times the mass of that toddler..."

Lily scoffed at her husband, and returned to look at her son warmly, extremely moved. "The care you're putting in holding her it's just the same. Time hasn't changed that."

Chris smiled and caressed Riley's head.

"Riley looks so much like baby Claire! It's incredible!" Lily continued, "it's quite like looking back in time to me,"

Chris looked down at the baby in his arms, then glanced at his sister, then once more at the baby. The auburn hair, blue eyes... they were the same. His mother was right, it was really like holding baby Claire again.

His little sister.

The same sister that took her first steps running towards him from her mother's arms. The same sister he'd taught how to ride a bicycle without falling and that he'd help rise up when a bleeding knee made her cry a river. The same one for whom he'd punched squared in the face that idiot of what's-his-name Jones for having stolen her snack back in third grade. The same sister that wrote an entire essay about him in her fourth grade describing him as her favourite superhero who taught her to climb on trees, kill zombies on videogames, make paper planes and, especially, eat ice cream without getting that freaking painful headache. Chris recalled all these things and more. A thousand scenes of past experiences flashed and stormed in his mind. He recalled Claire being his baby sister and himself being her hero, the one who'd always be there for her to protect her from every fucker who'd come around.

There, exactly in that specific moment... there it clicked.

Chris finally came to realise what'd happened.

He had fucked that baby sister.

The blood of his blood.

And blood froze in his veins.

---

Author's note: Did anyone say "fan service"?

I never planned this chapter to be pornographic depicting to such a degree.

Originally, the whole sex scene was only about 400 words (and the whole chapter itself wouldn't be longer than 3k words) and it was all about implicitness and yet it's not the one you could read in the previous version I released. Not gonna lie to you, I was embarrassed at first, to write smut isn't easy. I just wanted to get it over with as soon as possible and return to my comfort zone of hurt/comfort dynamics. But I eventually grew confident with writing in general, and so I did with the dirtiest parts.

If it were for me, this whole scene would've been left utterly implicit but I always felt I couldn't build this whole expectation around the foreshadowed incest to then just basically go away with a mere "and then they fucked, happily and madly ;D". You readers are in for the romance as well as for the smut, I know that. So I put all I learnt into this one, edit after edit, challenging my own limits.

This version you just read is a late update (or, better, upgrade), in which I tried to improve the overall writing style, highlight the feelings, take a glance into their thought processes and, why not?, fuel the heat. Long story short, I tried to make it a little less porn (but not less hot) and a bit more "emotive".

You tell me how much I failed.