A New World

Seated at the dining table was the whole family. I moved behind Paul some more, it was never a good time when all those eyes was on me. Especially fathers, who instantly glared at me when he saw our hands touching, oh how nice it was to say that, to feel it. My Mother and Julie actually didn't glare at me, which was surprising, though maybe not since Paul is quite clearly choosing to touch me. Worse of all of them, like usual, was the Twins. I usually could leave fast enough to evade them and they mostly focused on Paul when he is nearby. I had a feeling that wasn't happening today and could only hope that Paul was being honest when he said she will never leave his side. They were brutal with their words and observations and though they never touch me, they had a way of making their taunts feel like how punches looked, all with those smiles in place.

"Good morning ~Big Brother~" I shivered at the words of the Twins. They spoke at the same time and both used the same tone like usual when they said Big Brother. Despite their viciousness towards me, it was like a switch was flipped when it came to Paul. I didn't have time to worry more though, when Paul put me on his lap. His firm grip reminded me that I was touchable, that for some reason, I was no longer fated to never feel someone else.

"WHAT IS SHE-" My father predictably exploded at my lifelong punishment being lifted. I couldn't help the flinch that came. I looked at my lap, hoping that my father doesn't make Paul de-

"DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT HER! I WILL NO LONGER ALLOW IT!" I was shocked to hear Paul defend me with a raised voice, for anyone to defend me. It-it was nice.

"Honey, if Paul wants her to eat with him, then-" Suddenly Paul touched my chest, cupping my left breast. I had expected that touch, but certainly not here, not in front of-

"PAUL, WHAT DO YOU-" A smack echoed across the dining room. I looked up and saw my father holding a hand to his face and looking at Mother in disbelief. "Debbie, did you, just hit me?" She glared at him and put her hands on her hips.

"Yes, Harry, I did. What do you think you were doing, yelling at Paul like that?" My father looked between both my mother and Paul with a bewildered look, purposely ignoring my gaze.

"He-he is groping our daughter. And not even the good looking ones, but Ashley, for some god-forsaken-" I looked back down, hoping that Paul doesn't realize that the others would gladly take my spot on his lap. I-I don't know why exactly he chose me, but I don't want to go back to being alone, to being untouched. Should- should she say something to convince him to keep her, but he said-

"Do not disparage Ashley again." His voice was firm. Firm when telling our father to not talk badly to me. What- what changed from upstairs to when we sat down. What caused him to stop looking at her in disgust and instead with... with that look.

"I-I won't, but-but surely you can still, you know, see, can't you Paul. Ashley is-" I felt Paul cup my other breast and tighten his grip, as though to say 'this is mine'. I was starting to get use to his grip on me, but was shocked when his chin laid on my shoulder

"She is gorgeous and she is my sister. I might have treated her poorly in the past, but no longer. She will eat with us at this table and that is final." I couldn't stop the tears, or my heart ponding, or my breath catching, though it is only due to wanting to never give him a reason to throw her away that she **** herself to breath. Nothing she could do about the tears or her heart though.

"But-but son-"

"No buts, Harry. If Paul wants Ashley with him, than that's that." My mother firmly said, the only time that I was hopeful when hearing that tone. "But I would appreciate it, if she didn't ruin the plates and silverware." that is more then fair. I-I don't need to eat, as long as Paul-

"Very well, I shall feed her myself then, to make sure that she doesn't touch anything." Fe-feed her, like lovers do?! I felt my face get warm and my vision get blurry, but I didn't care.

"Uh, Paul, I don't think that Ashley deserves to be fed by you, and don't you think she is old enough to feed herself? Just give her the plastic fork and knife like usual." I didn't fear or panic. Paul was nothing if not consistent. He said he will do something, he will do it. There was a chance that Julie might convince him, but if Father revealing to him that other choices exist didn't make him throw me away, then I am sure he won't change his mind

"Nope. Either I feed her, or she doesn't eat, that's final." I was okay with that, okay with his grip tightening once more, okay with his-his dick pushing into her. Okay with it all because it meant she was his. "Don't you agree Ashley."

I nod my head, not wanting to stutter or hear my voice break with happiness or say something that would ruin everything.

"I told you that I prefer words, remember?" I froze. I forgot that silence was worse than poor words. I rushed to answer, rushed to show him that I remember and obey.

"I-I'm sorry, Paul! I-yes I prefer to be fed by Paul and-and understand that it's either he feeds me or I don't get to eat." I hope that was the right thing to say. Wait, should I have also admitted to liking his touch, his grip on me, how close his face was to her. Shit, she forgot to say Sir. How much of a stupid bitch could she be. Given the first chance in her entire life to be touched, to be wanted and I keep-

"Thank you Sis, now open wide!" Oh thank God he isn't mad. I opened my mouth and he fed me eggs, fresh and warm and straight off the stove. He kept feeding me every other bite, sharing his meal with me. Suddenly, when he fed me bacon, he ordered me to chew it and feed it to him in a kiss. I hurried to do so with a smile. Kissing him and feeding him and being held by him was like a dream come true, closing my eyes and imagining us somewhere else, somewhere not surrounded by a family, a world, that hated me. I pressed my breasts against his chest while kissing and feeding him, somewhat awkward as I was twisted in his lap, but I didn't mind. I was so happy I didn't even realized I was crying until his warm hand brushed away some tears. My eyes shot open and I saw his beautiful exotic eyes look at me. With Pride and Tender Care, and everything else I had never seen directed at me. I thought of how unfair it was.

He had Mother's Purple eyes, I had my Father's Blue. He was crowned with Mother's Golden Hair, I was stuck with Father's Brown. He had Mother's flawless pale skin, I had Father's freckled and tannish skin. He inherited and improved upon Mother's height, I got shoveled the short stature of my Father. I am sure that to anyone looking at us, it would look like a King giving a wretched peasant the time of her life. It was unfair, but all my life was unfair. I am merely glad I could be close to him, close to such an exotically beautiful and handsome man, close to her not-so-little-anymore, little brother.

I can't believe I called him a King just now as if this is all like this one novel I read that I once loved. It was my favorite until it showed that the King merely wanted that peasant as a secret tryst, a little distraction while he looked for his real queen. I really shouldn't be comparing romance novels to whatever dream I was experiencing now.

"You know~ Big Brother~ it's getting close to school time, so shouldn't you and Julie go get ready." Reality came crashing in making me realize that the others would no doubt resent the peasant horribly in my analogy. For a second I panicked, as Paul always goes upstairs and helps Julie dress, though in reality, from the one time I spied on them, it was just Julie dressing up for him. Whenever he leaves, if I wasn't quick enough, the twins would get me. The panic left as quick as it came though. Paul would not leave me, I was his. His to hold and kiss and to be fed by. I was his, I was his, I was finally lucky enough to belong somewhere, to someone.

"I decided that me, Julie, and Ashley will be staying home today, as I had some things I wanted us to do. Since you and Rose will be leaving soon, I guess we can get started already." Like I hoped, he said he wouldn't leave me. He patted my thigh, like a master pets their animals. I liked his touch, how his warm hand stayed on my thigh. I wonder if his hand might travel towards-. I released an embarrassing 'meep' as his hands traveled to my breasts again and sent a spike of pleasure through them. I thought he was about to go farther then we already did, but then I heard him tell me to get off his lap. I quickly obeyed, unable to fight the blush that came over me.

"First of all, I'm Rose, she's Iris, and also, If Ashley and Julie is staying, can we-"

"No, you have to go, you have that Math test today. Also, I know which one of y'all is which, so don't try the whole twin switch up on me." I held back sighing in relief, thanking Paul in my mind. The less time I spent near the twins, the better my stress goes down.

"Stupid, considerate brother who actually pays attention when we talk about our days." I heard his warm chuckle, and even though they torment me, I'm glad they make Paul happy. I followed behind Paul, with Julie behind me, up the stairs and towards his room.

I had only been there once. After a really bad day, the urge to talk to him, to seek comfort was greater then my common sense. I still had nightmares about his yelling, about how angry he was that I defiled his room, how severely punished I was when the rest of the family found out.

Now he willingly let me in, after holding me and feeding me and protecting me from the others. If this is only a dream, I hope to never wake up.

I looked around his room, twice the size of my own. A very nice looking bed, soft and warm. A desk by the window with a Computer and some books on it. A closet to the right of the room, opposite of the bed. And a T.V. which had some consoles and other such things. Despite how I should be paying more attention to all that stuff that I was always denied, I didn't care. I wanted more time with Paul, no matter what we do.

I heard the door close and the click of the lock. I turned and saw Julie standing there with her arms crossed. I hid behind Paul a little. Julie was never the meanest to me, but where her twin brother is concerned, you could never expect what she might do.

Silence existed between us, only as long as it took Julie to look between Paul and I before focusing on Paul.

"Why did you touch her?"

"Because I-"

"Why did you grope her chest?"

"Well, it is-"

"Why did you KISS HER!?"

"Julie, please listen, I-"

"AND WHY DID YOU DO ALL THAT WITH HER BEFORE ME?!" I stepped back a little when she moved to us quickly, but relaxed when she just wanted to kiss him. I was shock that this was their first time, as they was essentially tied to the hip 24/7 and it was blatant how much Julie loved him, though it wasn't like I was the greatest romance expert. I thought I was suppose to feel jealousy, watching another women with her man, her brother. However, I did not, I was merely happy that he accepted me. They broke their kiss, swollen lips and heaving breaths. I was happy for them, until Julie looked at me with a certain look in her eyes. I stepped further behind Paul, hoping that he would protect me even against his twin.

"I decided that I wanted her, so please don't be mean to her."

"She's not some cheerleading slut or nerdy bookworm at school, She's HER! You should know not to touch her! What if you get sick or start spreading whatever she has!" I thought those words would hurt like they usually would, yet they didn't. Paul claimed me, so I must not be diseased, and Paul could never get what she had, he could never be treated as though he was lesser then all those around him, it simply was impossible for him.

"Enough Julie, I said she is mine and to not be mean to her. She has no disease and she never will. I am shocked you say I shouldn't touch her, didn't you tell me that I should always try to get what I want."

"I meant, you know, that crush you've always had, or that one English teacher that is in a horrible marriage! Not Ashley!"

The high-pitched voice she used to say that went away, and she took a gentler approach. Almost like something out of a romance novel, her hands cupped his face while his hands staid on her hips. Her words came out warm and calm, yet instead of some romantic line or confession of deep, profound love, she said-

"Look, is it because you want to bang your sisters. You know I am here for you always, and I am sure the twins will give as much resistance as your Crush's hymen did. Speaking of Alice, she is so **** for more of you that I am sure we can get her to roleplay for you. There in no need to settle for her." I blushed at hearing that, ignoring the mean words. I never heard some one say such things before. Though it must be a common thing, as Paul seemed to be aroused at hearing that, pressing Julie against him and speaking to her in a husky voice.

"She is mine, I've already decided it. Before you say anything, I won't be moved on this. You might as well get use to her because we are sharing the bed together."

My Blush worsened at hearing that. I had no problem doing whatever he says, but sleeping with another girl had never really occurred to her. I looked at Julie, a true twin in every sense of the word, just as beautiful as Paul was handsome. If she has to, then it won't be too bad. As long as Julie doesn't try to kill her.

"Are-are you out of your mind!? First of all, you know to have more tact when trying to get a girl to sleep with you! Secondly, eww that is Ashley you're talking about, and Thirdly, why are you just now wanting us to sleep together!?"

While I ignored most insults now, after all, why be bothered with words when Paul himself accepted her, the eww was different. Not a sentence or an observation, just something about her is revolting enough that Julie cringes at the idea of touching her. I couldn't stop the reflexive flinch, too used to being berated further after being mocked.

"Ashley, before I explain, anything you want to say?" His voice was an anchor that made me instantly better. I shook my head, but instantly remembered. He wants words, my words.

"I-I am willing to do whatever you want. It-it will nice to be warm while I, while we sleep. Your b-bed looks really soft and those blankets seem thick too, so I don't-"

"Yeah, big surprise you want to take advantage of Paul's overly kind mood. At most, you will get the honor of him pity fucking you and then you will go right back to-"

"No, she will lie with us. From now on, just pretend the both of you don't have beds yourselves. If you have a problem with that, then that is all we will say on the topic of us sleeping together." I try not to cry. To give his own twin an ultimatum so that she can stay with him, to sleep in his bed. I would have been fine with anything he decided to give me, but the joy she felt to be given such a wonderful gift was indescribable.

"Wh-Paul you don't mean that." Julie looked and sounded as shocked as I was happy.

"I do. Ashley is mine, no other way around it. I'm sorry if that is uncomfortable to you. I understand if you decide to-"

Julie rushed into Paul's lap and gave him another kiss. I-I wanted to kiss him again as well.

"Shut up Bro. Ashley got her first kiss before me, like hell will she lose her first time before me. Fine, you want to make Ashley your whore, go ahead. But I'm Domming her, you understand."

I blushed at that. I didn't know too much about Domming, but I knew it was sexual, and I knew that touch was involve so I wouldn't actually mind. And if that is why Paul chose her, to make her his whore, then she will be the most obedient and faithful whore there ever was!

"Very well, Dear sister. Now then, in response to your questions in order. Yes I'm out of my mind, Secondly, yes I know how to use tact but is such a thing needed here, with you and her. Thirdly, like I keep on saying, please don't insult Ashley, and Lastly, I have always wanted you, It's only when I decided that I want Ashley that I thought 'might as well go all the way'."

I-I was the reason that started this? Not Julie or the twins, but me. He-he just woke up today, sat at the table and thought 'you know what, Ashley is mine now'. I-was it the clothes, or-or something I did. What was it so that I never stop doing it.

"I mean, yeah you could have used the most dickish of ways to tell me that and I still will do it, but I would appreciate a little more effort, you know."

"Julie, beloved twin sister, would you do me the honor of laying with me. So that my first and last sight of each day is you, and the first and last touch I feel is of you."

That sounded nice. Really nice. I knew he was talking to Julie, but, I would be there too, just as much the first and last sight and touch as Julie, just as lucky as her.

"I-I, shut up Paul! I said yes already! I didn't mean some sappy words, I meant like a date or something. You know, maybe like how you got Ms. Hannis."

"That can be arranged as well." I wondered, could he arrange that for me too? Surely if he goes somewhere, I would have to follow, I was HIS after all. His gaze shifted to me, as though he heard me admitting his claim over me in my head.

"Come sit with us."

I blushed at the simple but wonderful words. I sat down, happy to be told to sit WITH someone, not near them. I felt my legs touch Julie's, the second person I touched, yet I didn't care. The heat was nice, but I only did it because Paul's leg was there. Even if all of a sudden every one else wanted to touch me, I only wanted Paul's touch. I kept my head down to my lap, no doubt that Julie was glaring at me, for touching her and for touching Paul and for suddenly being lucky to have Paul's favor. The silence ended, and yet it didn't end with some hurtful words lobbed at her by Julie's stern voice, but by her teasing voice. Directed at Paul of course.

"Well then, did you actually have something for us to do, or did you just want to tell us that. Or maybe, you don't want to wait any longer."

I glanced up and saw her attention focused entirely on Paul, pressing her entire body against his. A Handsome, perfect King and a beautiful, perfect Queen sharing a romantic moment, witnessed only by a peasant,

I really needed to forget about that trashy romance novel.