AN: Thanks, as always, to TheLovelyJudy and to WhiteRusskie. LovelyJudy-so glad I could make you blush. This chapter contains my last gratuitous "adult" scene, and hopefully it will live up to the first one. Russkie-agreed; very artistic and very sexy. Hopefully you will enjoy this chapter as it was somewhat based on that opening scene.

Five years later

"Caligula, you're so slow!" Drusilla called out as she continued to dash ahead of her brother, lightly jumping over the more hazardous rocks and fallen branches in her way. She stopped when she reached a tree and waited for Caligula to catch up to her. He reached her a few seconds later and she positioned herself so that her back was straight up against the rough bark. She turned her head and closed her eyes almost shyly, smiling as her brother gently pulled out the leaves that had gotten tangled in her long blonde hair. She reminded him of a sacrificial lamb, her pale and helpless looking body contrasting with the dark brown tree behind her. He cupped her face in his hand and gave her a few quick, teasing kisses. She returned the favor, as he brushed her loose garment off her shoulders and caressed her breasts.

"You're so lovely" he informed, stating into her eyes with an intensity that would have made her blush, had she not been so used to it.

"Hush, Gaius" she groaned. "You make me feel quite arrogant." She grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it a light tug upwards. He did the same to her, but let go as slowly as he could, admiring the way her gold tresses settled around her wide face.

He put his arms around her waist and sat down, dragging her along with him. He gave her lips a few more pecks as he pushed her shoulders until she was lying flat on her back. His kisses deepened as his hand trailed lazily along the contours of her body, pushing her clothes off, until it finally rested between her thighs. He let it stay there an excruciatingly long time, and Drusilla expressed her impatience by bucking her hips against it. Caligula rubbed his palm across the tangle of golden hair, making her groan contentedly into his mouth. He stroked and probed the tender flesh between her legs with his index finger, before dipping it inside her. He quickened his motions and added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her body until they were completely coated in her cum.

"Want a little more, darling?"

She nodded, shifting her hips so that she was settled more comfortably on the hard ground. She closed her eyes and felt him lightly swat at her inner thighs.

"Spread" he commanded, and she complied eagerly. He settled between her legs and began kissing her, starting from the spot just above her kneecap. Drusilla felt herself growing wet with anticipation as he made his way up her thigh. He paused at the top of her leg, filling his mouth with saliva and making his tongue as wet as possible. No matter how many times they had engaged in the act together, she was always unprepared for the sharp stab of bliss that made its way through her body when his mouth came into contact with her nether lips. He kissed her flower a few times before slipping his tongue inside her. She groaned and whimpered, clenching and unclenching her fists and sandal-clad toes, trying to keep her lower body as still as possible to make it easier for him. He explored her warm, moist opening and lapped up the results of her orgasm. He looked up and noticed that she had relaxed slightly. Caligula made his movements as slow and languid as possible, barely skimming the sensitive flesh, until she started getting used to the sensation. With no warning, the thrust his tongue as deep as he could inside her, with the most rapid motions he was capable of. She shrieked and came close to kneeing the side of his face. Undeterred, he held her legs down and continued his amorous assault. He sucked hungrily at her womanhood letting his teeth graze the spot where she was most sensitive. Drusilla felt herself drowning in painfully acute pleasure, coming multiple times under the careful ministrations of his lips and tongue. He finished with another slow lick across her flesh and lay down next to her.

"Gaius, you're quite" she struggled to catch her breath "quite wonderful"

"Want to see how good you taste?"

She eyed him suspiciously. "Wha-"

Her question was silenced when he kissed her ferociously and forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried to pull away from him, but he held her firmly in place until most of the cum on his tongue was transferred to her mouth. She automatically turned her head and spat violently on the ground.

"Caligula, I swear, you are the most vile, immature, disgusting, filthy little brat who has ever lived" she laughed, before she wiped her tongue on the back of her hand.

Unable to remain upset with her brother, she rested her head against his chest and bit at him lazily. He wrapped his arms around her and massaged her scalp. His body felt so warm against hers, and though he was larger than she, he seemed almost delicate. She inhaled deeply, smiling as his familiar scent reached her nostrils. She kissed and nuzzled him happily until she saw the goosebumps on his arms.

"It's so cold, Gaius. Let's go inside." She sat up and the twigs that had stuck to her back fell away as Caligula brushed them off. He helped pin her stola back in place, fingering the pin that held it with displeasure. It was obviously a gift from Crassus. Only he would be stupid enough to not to realize that the green stones didn't compliment any of Drusilla's features.

They made their way back to the villa, Caligula frequently swatting at his sister's behind to spur her on. They fell onto her bed together and resumed holding each other. He soon fell asleep against her breasts, and she continued to run her hands through his hair. Just as she felt herself drifting off, the sound of men talking just outside the door made them both start.

"I must see him. It is a matter of great importance."

Caligula recognized the voice of Macro and groaned inwardly. True, they were friends, but anyone who worked for the emperor, anyone who wasn't Drusilla, could automatically be deemed a potential threat. Drusilla didn't waste an instant. She rolled off the bed and seemingly launched herself behind the curtain that closed off his small devotional alter to Isis. She barely had time to feel blasphemous before Macro walked in, and she listened to their conversation.

"My lord."

"What is it, Macro?" Caligula demanded, attempting to disguise his fear with annoyance.

"The Emperor, sir, demands that you join him Capri"

Drusilla hardly contained a gasp, and the sound of her heart pounding made it nearly impossible for her to hear the rest of their conversation.

"Why?"

Oh, Caligula, do try to be tactful for once she mentally pleaded.

"He did not say, sir, but in all confidentially, I believe he wishes to keep you under his personal care until" he paused "you become Emperor"

"How very kind of him" Caligula replied, acid dripping from every syllable. "Is Cassius to come as well, or is it to be just myself and my sister."

"Well, my lord, the Emperor specifically stated that your sister was not to come."

"I see" he replied shortly, still betraying a twinge in his voice. "You're coming with me, aren't you, Macro?"

"Indeed, my lord"

"How soon am I to leave?"

"Two days, my lord."

"Well. I had better get my things in order, hadn't I?"

"My lord, would you like-"

"No, Macro, I need a little time by myself. I'm sure you can understand"

"Yes, of course, my lord. I shall see you on the ship, then."

"Yes, now go."

The instant his footsteps were no longer audible, Caligula raced to his sister's hiding place and removed the curtain. His face, contorted with agony, anger and fear, frightened her. She stood up and wordlessly embraced him, letting him sob openly on her shoulder.

"Gaius" she whispered "next time I hold you, you will be Emperor."