Pensive Progress

The next day Vel found himself once again in his new sister’s cell. To his continued surprise, she was settling in well. One would expect a fiery young pirate captain to rage against confinement, but she had not even mentioned wanting to leave the brig, much less tried to.

He suspected there were a few reasons. One was revealed to him as they spoke about Dina.

“She really wants to meet me?”

Catalia wasn’t meeting his eyes, her finger drawing idle circles on the freshly made cot she was sitting on. She was nervous, perhaps even a bit uncomfortable.

“Of course, you’re her sister. Why wouldn’t she want to meet you?”

Rather than answer, the young woman began to gesture to herself, then stopped in the middle of it and scowled.

“Because she’s probably some stuck-up highborn bitch who thinks she’s better than me.”

Vel, without needing to look at her mind, read the girl like an open book. And in that moment, she was definitely a girl rather than a woman. Plainly, she was insecure, worried she might not meet the standards of this new sibling.

A sister in particular might be scarier than a brother, one who was everything she was not. Or at least that she thought she was not. A noble lady, beautiful and refined. Dina of course was those things, but that didn’t mean that she was at all the image of a noble lady that Catalia was picturing.

Her understandable insecurity didn’t excuse her rudeness towards Dina though. His older sister had expressed nothing but excitement about a new sister who was more of a fighter and less of lady. In fact, her only harsh words had been about Lord Luthor. Vel wasn’t going to let it slide. He stepped a bit closer to her, his voice growing firm.

“Cat, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nothing wrong with who or what you are. And Dina is a lovely person who just wants to meet her sister. Meet, not judge. And considering she has not so much as breathed a bad word about you, insulting her is uncalled for and beneath you.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she finally met his eyes.

“Sorry, Vel. I… I don’t have good experiences with nobles. I shouldn’t make that Dina’s problem though.”

She didn’t say it, but Vel was sure that she’d really meant “with nobles and family.” Which was fair. He was glad she had relented so quickly. Because he knew that, beneath the surface, she wanted to meet her sister, maybe even yearned for it.

He would not let her fears get in her own way. Even without his gifts, Vel had already learned how to push some of her buttons.

The nickname, Cat, she had taken to immediately. Vel suspected he might be the first person to have given her an affectionate nickname, and using it, as he had just now, seemed to make her more malleable. His refusal to stand on ceremony and asking her to just call him Vel had also helped.

“But… maybe not today? I… I just-“

Vel cut her off.

“Of course, there’s no rush. We’ll all be stuck on this ship for a while yet, you’ll meet when you’re both ready.”

His sister smiled at him. It was a cautious and fragile thing, but all the more beautiful for it. Vel smiled back.

The moment, lovely though it was, was brief. Catalia’s walls reasserted themselves, the emotional intimacy of it perhaps too much for her. She retreated to safer ground.

Groaning and arching her back to cover her discomfort, she spoke again.

“Hells, if only I could get another good fucking. Nice as this place is, I am getting a bit bored.”

She grinned at him.

“Shame the only man in reach is my brother. Amazing fuck though he is, I don’t think I’ll be able to strong-arm him into it my bed.

Oh. They’d not really discussed their fucking at all and Vel had no intention of forcing himself on her again. But if she thought he would be unwilling to have sex with her again due to their familial relation, she was of course very wrong.

“Have you considered just asking?”

Her expression of genuine shock was a sight to behold, and Vel had to suppress a laugh.

“You… you want to do it again?”

He decided to try and match her crudeness, at least at first. It would probably be easier for her to accept than sweet compliments.

“Of course, who the fuck wouldn’t. You’re hot as shit and a great fuck.”

Her grin returned.

“Fuck are we waiting for then?”

She got naked at a truly impressive speed. Vel was still fumbling with his own buttons when her snicker made him look up.

“Having some trouble there, Vel? Need help?”

The sight of her made his jaw want to drop, and Vel decided to let it happen. Her body was a thin and toned marvel. The only hint of fat Vel could see was in her perfectly shaped breasts, each topped by a lovely dark nipple. Her abs made his mouth water.

As he’d hoped, the visceral compliment of his jaw dropping open teased a satisfied smile out of his sister. She closed the distance between them in two short steps, slapping his hands away from his own doublet.

“Let me do that, or I’ll have to wait for that great cock all day.”

Deftly and with almost businesslike efficiency, Catalia got her brother naked. Before Vel could even ask how she wanted to do this, she shoved him onto the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the cot now, she gave him no time to adjust before she slid into his lap, her lips finding his neck and her hands his manhood. He groaned as she lined him up with her dripping wet sex.

“Let’s fuck.”

She didn’t wait for answer, plunging herself down on him and biting his bare shoulder. Vel groaned, wrapping one of his arms around her torso and bringing the other up to tangle his hand in her messy hair.

He let her set the pace. Or rather, she just set it and he accepted it. Catalia rode him furiously, her hips bucking and gyrating like mad. Her lips and teeth kept finding new parts of him to kiss, lick, suck, nibble on, and bite.

It was a new experience for Vel, getting fucked rather than being the one doing the fucking, but he was loving it. He’d always prefer taking charge, but it made for a nice change. And, considering how their first tryst had gone, he figured he owed her this much.

He moved the arm around her torso down, his hand grasping her ass. She moaned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to fucking cum already, Bro!”

The sultry and breathy tone of her voice, the acknowledgement of their being siblings, and the sensation of her riding him like a prized stallion, all combined to bring Vel to climax too.

The moment was sublime, the blue eyes of brother and sister locking onto each other as they reached simultaneous orgasms.

As he filled her up, once again without having to look into Catalia’s mind, Vel knew her walls had suffered another crack.