When you only have your sibling, you got to find some way of coping with the fucked up world.


Trigger: Incestfield fic. I'm not even going to hide it. This is Incestfield.

Ok.

So two years ago I was challenged by MasterOfFangirlingArt to write a certain scenario, which I almost did in Let Me Live, but I kinda booked it at the last minute and only partiqally pulled it off. I'm back to fulfil that challenge. It's not the best I could've done, but it exists now.

Happy reading!


~ "Hey Claire, I know you know Chris was back today, he left earlier to go home but just wanna warn ya, he's not in the best of moods. Just a heads up in case he hits the bottle or smokes when he gets home xxx" ~

Claire smiled meekly at her phone, and her thumbs tapped away at the glowing screen;

~ Thanks Jill, I'll steer him away from the bottle, but might let him have a smoke ;) I'll keep you updated, lovely xx" ~

Claire reached across her bed for her pack of cigarettes, and slid one between her fingers. She nestled herself into the pillows and lit up before turning back to the movie at the end of the bed.

"Grumpy Chris is best Chris," giggled Claire into the room, and she inhaled another hit of her cigarette. As the credits began to roll she heard the front door down the hallway open and close with a suppressed thud. She quickly reached for her glass of red, brought it to her lips, and cast her eyes at the bedroom door as heavy footsteps grew louder.

The bedroom door was flung open, and darkening the doorway was exactly the man she expected.

"Hi Chris."

He said nothing, only grunting a greeting at her, and she twisted her lips into a wry smile as he unbuckled his belt, carelessly allowing his combat pants to fall to the floor.

"You better drain that glass, sis." He proceeded to pull his shirt roughly over his head, scrunched it up into a bundle and forcefully tossed it into the corner by the laundry basket.

"Hmm." Claire raised her eyebrows, took another breath of her cigarette and slowly sipped the fruity liquid. "Care to elaborate, bro?"

"Yeah." Chris stood in his boxer briefs with his hands on his hips, staring at her. Even in this light she could make out the definition of his muscles, of years lifting and excelling and pushing his body to its limit in the gym. He reached forward, snatched the cigarette from her fingers and inhaled it deeply before he motioned for her to finish her glass of wine; "you'll need some pain relief."

Claire smirked again and opened her gullet, draining the glass in just two swallows. She smacked her lips loudly and slowly placed the glass on the bedside table before squirming back into the pillows. She lightly pulled at her red silk dressing gown, revealing more thigh than was deemed legal between them both. Chris grunted again and shook his head at her before pointing the cigarette burdened hand in front of him, while thumbing the hem of his boxers with his other hand.

"Here."

She smiled with a raised eyebrow again and wordlessly obeyed him. She slithered down, down over the silk sheets until she was almost perched on the end of the bed. Chris stepped a foot forward and folded his fingers around her throat; not so much that she couldn't breathe, but enough that for just a fleeting second, her body sparked. He pushed her backwards onto the bed and pressed his moist lips against her own. Even though she herself smoked, cigarettes on his lips and his breath was still revolting to her.

"Bad mission again?" Claire whispered, taking the opportunity to speak while his tongue was busy on her earlobe. It was pointless for her to ask such a question. Chris, in nothing more than his boxers, his tongue travelling seeking the flavour of wine on her lips over the nicotine, his obvious low mood, the frustration she knew he was failing to harbour within himself….bad mission was the best case scenario. Again he responded with little more than a grunt, and she allowed him to push her dressing gown aside; the material slid effortlessly off her chest and hung around her shoulders.

He wasn't gentle. His calloused hands roughed her soft, recently moisturised skin wherever they travelled; her thighs, her sides, her breasts, and she cupped his face as he kissed her again, allowing him to dominate her tongue. Against her calf she could feel his forearm repeatedly brushing by her skin; he softly groaned into her mouth, and the mere thought of what he was doing to himself delivered to him a brief whimper from her nose.

They parted their lips, and even in the dark of the room with only moonlight between the blinds and now the main menu of the movie she could see the pain in his face. He breathed with a gasp into her neck as he pulled her panties off with one hand, discarding them in an unknown direction.

"Open," he commanded with a growl, and he finished off the cigarette before putting it out on his own arm without emotion. Again she obeyed, and she parted her legs. She had barely spread herself enough before Chris impatiently entered her, and a gasp escaped her throat. End of the bed with him still with both feet planted on the floor, his body folded over her?

"It was worse than bad wasn't it?" she gasped, but Chris responded by sealing his lips over hers. He was right, she did need the wine for pain relief. Chris wasn't being romantic tonight; he was fucking her out of rage, out of frustration, anguish, and whatever else haunted him after the missions that could have only been worse if he had perished. She continued to cup his face with her palms and watched him. His eyes were screwed shut, but he wasn't shy about what he was doing to her. With each stroke of her womanhood he grunted, but not the same grunts as earlier.

She wanted to comment about how much she had missed him, about how much she had missed having her big brother in her arms, or how much she craved for him to come home and dominate her in bed. Every thrust of his dick sent waves of pain through her body, but by now she was used to his rough fucks, to the point where she welcomed the passionate pain.

"Talk to me…" he breathed into her ear, and she smiled thinly through the force of him between her legs.

"Am I your little bitch, big bro?"

Chris breathed nasally and low at her words, and Claire ran her fingers through his cropped, brown hair.

"Am I yours, Chris?"

Chris moved his lips back to her mouth, but she wouldn't allow such a pleasantry this time.

He deserved more. More than the pleasantry of a simple kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and began to move with him. She ran her nails through his hair, across his nape, and over his shoulders with a mewl.

"I'm your little bitch, Chris…I'm yours….I'm your territory…"

Chris, accepting the loss of his desired kiss, openly moaned into the sensitive skin below her ear.

"Your territory alone, bro…"

He rubbed his nose against hers and moaned sweetly into her face, but her heart saddened at the smell of whiskey on his breath, hiding amongst the nicotine…he must've finished that bottle from the kitchen on his way into the bedroom.

Chris' thrusts came quicker, more meaningful with each entry, and Claire finally chose to lose herself, as he had with her.

"All of your pain, Chris… let me release you from your pain…"

Chris raised to his elbows and whimpered.

"Mark your territory, bro…"

"I intend to…" groaned Chris, and he harshly grasped Claire's thigh as he pumped her harder.

Claire felt the heat of passion rise through her body, and she-

"Claire…"

She smiled again; he didn't need to tell her what he wanted. Not anymore. Not after ten years of this since Rockfort Island.

"Chris…"

"Yeah…that's it…" he growled low.

"Chris…mmmh…"

"Yeah…"

Claire smiled as his lips parted, and he slowly became more vocal in his passion.

"I'm your sinful little sister, Chris…"

Chris sighed heavily into her ear, and Claire also began to breathe with lust. Claire was rapidly succumbing to her older brother in the moment; she was becoming wetter, increasingly heated, rapidly breathless.

"Oh God…" she whimpered, and Chris buried his face into the crook of her neck.

"Don't you fucking dare, sis…"

"I know…I'm trying not to…"

Chris again pressed his lips to hers, and she spoke softly into his mouth.

"It's hard not to…you always feel so good…"

Chris grunted loudly before clasping a hand around her throat.

"Who am I to you, Claire?"

Claire could barely swallow for the grip of her brother over her windpipe, but she still gasped a sigh and smiled at him.

"My brother…"

"I'm who?"

"My brother…my big brother…"

"Yeah…and don't you fucking forget it…"

Chris began to thrust faster and harder, and he released his grip on her throat.

Of course he did.

She wouldn't be able to cry out his name into his ear if he continued to choke her. Claire screwed her face in passion and whimpered lightly.

"Chris…oh shit…"

"You better fucking wait…"

"I…ah…I can't…"

"Fine." Chris snapped quietly, and he pulled out of Claire roughly before yanking her arms. She didn't need to be told what to do, and she immediately leant forward to encompass his dick with her mouth. She creased her nose at the taste of himself and her own fluids, but as always, repetition and the passage of time had numbed her for the most part.

Chris simply stood still with his hips angled forward, and he ran his fingers through Claire's hair as she deepthroated him.

Deepthroating. Something else she had become accustomed to. She couldn't even remember the last time her gag reflex had kicked in; she had trained herself to avoid it. For Chris.

"Good girl…that's it…"

Chris ran a finger along her hairline, over the top of her ear and then round the back of her head, and even from this simple touch alone she wanted him to fuck her relentless again. He bunched up her hair into his fist and sighed throatily. She could feel him becoming firmer, and he moaned louder, but she secretly hoped that he wouldn't blue bean her by coming in her mouth and then going to bed.

As if he could read her thoughts he withdrew from her mouth, pushed her back down on the bed and fucked her rapidly, grinding his pelvis against her.

Just how she perfectly liked it.

"Ah!" Claire wailed sharply, and Chris pinned her wrists either side of her before pressing his lips to her ear.

"We come together, you hear me?" Chris growled, and Claire responded with a tightened gasp.

"Yes…"

"Yeah?" he hissed lightly into her ear, "You gonna be a good little sister?"

Chris picked up his pace, and Claire's level of passion escalated to insane heights.

"Oh God yes!" breathed Claire, and Chris moaned his response.

"Who am I?"

"My brother…oh God!"

Chris' grip on her wrists suddenly grew tighter and he growled long and low.

"With me…Claire…fuck…!

The headboard slammed rapidly against the wall, and Claire tensed underneath her brother as she clenched her fists, throwing her head back into the mattress.

"Chris!"

The mattress and bed frame creaked and swayed and sighed as both siblings orgasmed simultaneously; with Claire wailing incoherently and Chris croaking and grunting her name.

For a few seconds the only sound in the room was both Redfields breathing heavily, and finally Chris lowered himself back down to Claire's body.

And he cried.

Chris' grip loosened on her wrists and she ran her nails over the nape of his neck again, kissing his cheek. She wanted to ask the reason behind his tears, but she knew he'd explain in good time.

"I'm a monster to you…"

And there it was.

Claire bit her lip; God…not this again…

"Why are you,Chris?" She passed her fingers through his hair and gently pulled them down his scalp.

"Whenever I have a mission from hell…" He rubbed his face into her shoulder and she held him in her arms. She felt the sweat run from his skin onto hers, but also felt his tears slide along the curve of her neck.

"Chris…it's fine…"

"It's not fine, Claire!" Chris barked, and he stood up; his now flaccid dick slipped out of her and she felt his hot release between her legs.

"Chris…"

He ignored her, and instead paced to his dresser.

"Oh God Chris, come on…"

"Punish me."

"Chris…"

"Do it."

Chris threw something onto the bed next to her, and she groaned at him.

"You did nothing to-"

"I'm a bastard to you, punish me."

"You know…" Claire picked up the strap-on by the ties, "It's not punishment if you enjoy it…"

He wordlessly clambered onto the bed, reached up for a pillow and gripped it hard as he lowered his face into it. The sweat on his back glistened in the moonlight as he raised his ass up in the air.

"Punish me," he ordered, muffled by the pillow.

"Don't you want to use-"

"No. No lube."

"Oh my God…" Claire sighed with mild annoyance, barely audible. She let out another sigh before wrapping the leather straps around her waist and legs.

"Chris, I really don't want to hurt you."

"Right now, I really don't fucking care," he barked back, barely giving her a chance to draw breath after her sentence.

"Ok then…"

Claire took a deep breath, knowing full well that it should be her brother inhaling right now. She positioned herself but hesitated, sighing again and closing her eyes.

"Dammit Claire!"

"Okay okay!" snapped Claire, and she forced her hips forward, right as Chris roughly moved backwards into her. He grunted heavily, and Claire saw his fists tighten on the pillow. She herself stopped moving, but Chris continued to push towards her; she knew if she didn't push back at him he'd scold her, so she stood her ground, her eyes still closed, unwilling to witness what damage was being caused.

"Argh…" groaned Chris as the last of the strap-on was consumed by his anus. Claire wanted to make a remark, to chide him for rejecting the offer of lube, but she knew better than that. She planted her hands either side of Chris' hips and slowly retracted with a grimace.

"I'm not fucking fragile, Claire, what are you doing?!" Chris gritted angrily through his teeth.

"Well…I mean-"

"Claire."

"Last time we didn't use lube you tore…"

"Claire I don't give a FUCK!"

Claire groaned and shoved forward with frustration. Fine. If he was gonna be a jerk…

Claire could feel the resistance of his sphincter, but no matter how much she was scared of hurting him, no matter how terrified she was of having to break out the gauze pads like last time, she adhered to his demands, and she slowly withdrew for the build up of pushing back in. Only a little.

"I don't even know how or why you enjoy this.." whispered Claire, and Chris pushed back towards her as she re-entered him fully.

"Ugh…" Chris arched his back slightly and moaned into the pillow, making Claire smirk. How was this a punishment if he was enjoying his ass being ripped apart? Really? No matter, Claire thought, and she began to move quicker, breaking another moan from her brother.

"Painful enough for you?" quipped Claire, and she watched her brother's body relax and tense.

He moaned again, and Claire felt a hot spark flicker between her legs, even as his hot release still trickled down her inner thighs.

It had been five weeks, he had a lot built up, all for her. Only her.

Chris arched his back downward with another lustful moan as Claire thrust as far in as was deemed possible, she reached forward, seductively running her finger up his spine…and back towards the small of his back.

"Fuck…" Chris whimpered into the pillow, making Claire smirk. Even through the strap on she could feel he had loosened, and going by his shuddering, he was probably not too far off.

Claire bit her lip and slid her hands to his hips as she abruptly picked up the pace.

"Ah shit, Claire…"

"You nearly there, big guy?" Claire's voice flowed like melted butter as he breathed heavily and shakily into the pillow.

Chris let out an elongated groan as he moved in time with Claire, and she lightly pressed her nails into his ass cheeks.

"You're your sister's bitch now, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Yeah?"

"Oh fuck…"

Chris let out a loud groan, followed by a whimper and one suck of his teeth, and he shuddered and convulsed against his sister, until finally gasping out and slumping slightly.

Claire pulled out with no gauge of delicacy, unbuckled the strap on and flopped onto the bed next to her brother. He rolled his head against the pillows to face her and gave her a meek smile, handing a cigarette and her lighter to her. With a sigh she sweetly touched his face, stroking his stubble before kissing the tip of his nose.

"At least one of us likes anal, right? Coz it sure as hell ain't me, bro."

Chris blew out of his nose as she propped herself up, lighting that cigarette.

"Remind me of the time I ever said I enjoyed it, Claire." His voice was low, fatigued, and Claire smoothed her fingers over his cheek to touch his lips.

"You never did, so unless that was moans of pain, I think you enjoy it more than you're letting on."

"I just don't deserve kindness or pleasantries, is all."

Claire's eyebrows twitched with the slightest hint of fury, and she gripped his cheeks hard, puckering his lips like a comical fat lipped fish. She sucked on her cigarette and inhaled it towards the ceiling before looking back down at him.

"You're wrong. You'll always be wrong about that."

"I filly donf, thouf," Chris tried to say, and Claire wobbled her head at him.

"You really do, though." Claire corrected his words, pecked his puckered lips and let go of his face, "the only people who think you deserve nothing are the very people you fight against."

He grunted and closed his eyes, but Claire wasn't yet willing to let him fall asleep.

"I'll sound like a broken record if I go into it all again, you know that. But know that regardless of our broken relationship, this…incest shit that we put ourselves through, it's how we cope. We're fucked up, I know, and if ghosts were real Mom and Dad would no doubt possess every item in this house to throw at us, but if it's what we have to do to get over all the bullshit we deal with on a daily basis, then I'd never have it any other way, Chris."

"But what kind of brother am I to touch up my little sister? To fuck her and make her suck my dick?" questioned Chris, and Claire's expression softened at the grimace in his face; a grimace at his own disgust.

"You know as well as I do that if I didn't want it, I'd beat your ass, and not in the kinky way that you'd like. I love your touch, Chris, I love your kisses, your warmth, and God I love you inside of me, brother or not. We do what we do to survive, to cope, to deal with shit."

"We're so fucked up, Claire…" whispered Chris, and Claire hushed him softly.

"Maybe we are, but I wouldn't have it any other way anymore. If lying on my back for you is helping you vent after a stressful mission, then you can bet I will roll over for you and open my legs in a heartbeat."

Chris sighed and pressed his forehead into hers, and she echoed his sigh.

"You're never using me. I love you, Chris, as my brother and as my lover, and I will only ever be yours."

Silence fell in the room, save for the occasional rustle of the bedsheet as they lay upon them. After some time Claire thought Chris had fallen asleep, and she quietly got off the bed to use the en suite. She used the toilet, washed her hands and stood in front of the long mirror.

She lifted her vest up and smoothed her hand over her navel, her mind wandering to places unspeakable, to things she could only fantasise about. After a while she snapped back to reality and roughly tugged the material back down.

"It can't happen…it wouldn't be fair, or right…I have to keep taking the pill…"

She grunted softly and turned to leave, only to walk straight into Chris' sweat coated chest.

"Ho-how long were you standing there…?" Claire stammered. Chris looked at her with soft eyes and placed his hands on her arms.

"Come back to bed, sis. It's cold without you."


I'm happy that I finally got round to doing this, and I may still be the first person to write a pegging scene between Chris and Claire, if not then please point me to one that exists already :D