Born to Rule

Vel’s dreams had been terrible. He couldn’t remember them as he woke, but he did know they had sucked. Which was a shame, his waking life wasn’t exactly sunshine and roses, so his dreams piling on to make him miserable too felt excessive. The realm of dreams was one of his few escapes, he at least tended to be whole in his dreams. He threw off his covers and, despite himself, couldn’t help but look at his right leg. It was as ugly and misshapen as ever. It had only half a foot, basically just a heel and a small protrusion, no toes. The skin was scarred to the point of looking like worn leather all the way up to his groin. Nothing had happened to make it look like this, there had been no accident or fire. He had simply been born like this. Broken. Incomplete. Worthless. As the only son of a noble house, his birth should have been celebrated, and he should be enjoying a good life as the hair apparent. Instead, he was house Andros’ greatest shame, and his father’s one failure.

A knock on the door him out of his gloomy introspection. “Who is it?” He was in no mood to deal with his father right now, or any of his lackeys. Fortunately, the voice on the other side of the door belonged to the one person in his family who might actually make him feel a bit better. “Your other half!” The lovely voice said, shortly followed up by “Decent or not, I’m coming in!” Before he even had a chance to reply.

The door swung open, revealing his twin sister, Adeline. Even in his current shitty mood, he couldn’t help but return the smile she gave him. There was just something so incredibly uplifting about someone being genuinely happy to see him. He loved his twin for being the one person who made him feel valued, as well as for a plethora of other things. “Good morning, Sis, here to drag the family’s shame to breakfast?” His sister audibly scoffed at that “I am here to provide you use of our legs, so you can join us for breakfast.” Adeline had always talked like that. For as long as Vel could remember, she had insisted that they had been born with three good legs between them, and that her legs were as much his as hers. And when talking to him, she always made a point of saying OUR legs. Her devotion to her brother went far beyond just that, though. She insisted on helping him with everything and anything. Usually, Vel resented people who felt the need to help him, assuming it was born out of either pity or a sense of superiority. Not so with Adeline, when it was her he really did not mind, though he might grumble a little just for show. Maybe it had something to do with her being his twin, or maybe it was down to her attitude about helping him. She would either act like it was just his right to use “their” legs, or she would talk about serving him. She did that sometimes, though usually not when others could hear. No doubt their family would not approve, but she had once told him she believed she was born alongside him to serve him, and she insisted she would always help him with anything he asked. Not because she felt sorry for him, but because it was what she existed for. She’d only expressed this last sentiment about her existence out loud a few times, and again only when they were alone, but when asked she always reaffirmed her commitment.

Looking at his twin while she made her way into the room, he wondered if she’d still be so eager to help him with anything he asked if she knew what was currently going on in his head. Adeline was truly gorgeous. She wasn’t much shorter than him, standing at an impressive 6′, and a lot of that height was in her lovely legs. They were long and toned. Slender at the end but gradually growing thicker until they culminated in what was, to Vel’s eye, the perfect ass. It wasn’t huge, but large enough and visibly firm. He was completely sure he could bounce a coin off it, especially when his sister wore the kind of form-fitting trousers she currently had on. Her upper body on the other hand was comparatively small. She had a narrow waist and modest chest, and Vel knew that if she pulled up the short tunic she was currently wearing a bit, he’d be treated to a view of her tight abs.

As she picked up his cane from where he’d left it on the floor last night and turned toward him again, he also got to appreciate that her face was every bit as lovely as her body. Where his own hair was more of a reddish brown, hers was a brownish red. She wore it short, it barely even reached her neck, and it complemented her pale complexion perfectly. Her clear blue eyes stood in wonderful contrast to it all.

So yeah, Vel was currently having some very un-brotherly thoughts about his twin and had some ideas about how she could serve him that she probably wouldn’t like. While he wasn’t about to share these thoughts with her, he had long since stopped feeling guilty about his attraction to his sister. She was gorgeous and the only member of his family who consistently showed him unconditional love, of course he was going to have feelings for her. While he lusted over all of his admittedly outwardly attractive sisters, Adeline was the only one for whom he felt any romantic attraction.

He was out of his pervy reverie by Adeline telling him to “Get his lazy ass out of bed.” She escorted him to his walk-in closet, where she left him alone to get dressed, which he always did sitting on a stool. When he was ready, she came to support him again, which she did by putting her shoulder under his on the right side and wrapping her hand around his back. With Vel being 6′3″, their respective heights were a good match for this approach. His cane wasn’t needed when he had his sister, but he carried it with him to prevent being stranded anywhere if she had to leave for whatever reason.

No longer wearing a large nightshirt, but custom-made trousers, the outline of Vel’s morning wood was clearly visible, something not missed by Adeline. “Oh my, maybe you need me to help you with something before we head to breakfast after all, brother dear.” Vel was confused at first but followed her gaze to the outline of his cock straining against his trousers. The perfect sister she may be, but she was still his sister, so teasing was to be expected. He was almost tempted to call her bluff and ask her to jerk him off, but that would probably be taking it too far. “Don’t worry, it will go down by itself before we reach the others, especially as we’ll be stopping by the lavatory.” His sister seemed to accept that, but she shot another glance at his crotch and bit her lip “Maybe I need to reconsider about us having three legs, clearly, there’s a fourth one hidden in your pants.” Vel just smiled, even while teasing him, she had to sneak in a compliment. She really was the best.