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Klaus didn't remember having had many regrets before his parents' death. His childhood was full of quiet moments and a relatively large time in his parents' extensive library and a constant sense of security. But since that fateful day on the salt beach everything seemed like a succession of mistakes and inertia. He felt like he could have done more. I should have done more. More for your sisters. More for yourself. Instead, he had stayed there... stopped.
Stood while Olaf and his troupe put Sunny several meters from the ground like a pawn in his sick game. Although Klaus had not directly seen the moment when the little one was tied up and trapped in the cage, he felt the scene as a shadow that never disappeared. Where was he while everything was happening? Losing the night looking for a solution that, deep down, seemed useless. "How would a book of foolish laws help you in a world where the law doesn't work??" His mind was running after answers that always came too late.
"But in the end, it worked, didn't it? You helped her" a voice in her mind murmured, insidious and persistent. He saved them that time, didn't he? - Well, Sunny, in a way, saved herself - but it didn't matter. He had tried. He was the brother, "You are the man" as his father always told him, in that situation, and his role was to ensure that none of them were hurt. So, why did it seem that he had failed at every step? He was the man but he wasn't the strongest, his sisters were.
The Hotel was not a bad place, but seeing every figure present in every misadventure they passed in made Klaus shiver every corridor he turned, all of them and no one helped them when they asked, no one believed them when they said that Olaf was there, and now here they are all gathered in the same place like a banquet on a silver tray for a hungry man. Klaus didn't like that and knew his sisters didn't either.
And as expected, they had killed someone - Not on purpose, of course, but it was an accident and neither of him or his sisters wanted this to happen - in the middle of the courtyard of the hotel entrance where they lived in front of everyone. - It was Count Olaf - his mind said, but Klaus knew that it was him and Violet who let the harpoon fall. - What if? - it was a word that repeated in his mind all the time as they followed Judge Strauss into the same building that the owner they killed - Sunny has nothing Have - he wanted to scream to spare his very young sister, but people walked away for fear of them and Klaus was enjoying it, he didn't want to be bothered now about things he hadn't committed.
Later after Judge Strauss locks them in a room justifying them to wait for the trial the next morning and after a brief shower in the cold shower of the room, Klaus found Violet in the same position she was in an hour ago, her distant gaze to nothing, but that was not exactly what happened, her eyes showed the opposite with tears, tears that came down silently with a fungus here or there. Klaus just watched her as she clumsily left the bathroom to the huge wardrobe in the corner of the room.
"Apparently this wardrobe is decorative" Klaus said seeing only the set that the Judge had given them for the trial and a pair of baby-size pajamas and an extremely large pair. "I'm going to wear the pants. Does the Blouse look big enough for you?" He turned to his sister holding the clothes.
"It's okay, you can keep everything" Violet replied getting up and wiping her face while picking up a sleeping Sunny and going to the bathroom.
"Come on, take it! It won't be the first thing we share" Klaus said offering the blouse with a smile that Violet responded with a light nod and took it.
Klaus got dressed quickly, getting ridy with an almost routine hurry, before lying down in bed. He tried to relax, his body heavy with fatigue, but his thoughts were at the same time focused on the next day's trial, the man who killed earlier and dispersed while listening to the constant sound of the shower in the bathroom next door. The noise finally stopped and the sound of clothing took the place, and before he could sink into sleep, he felt the mattress next to him sink gently. Violet slid under the blanket with him, her body still wet from the steam of the bath. It wasn't the first time they shared a bed, and Klaus knew it wouldn't be the last. It always happened like this after Olaf. Always.
Even in silence, he could feel the weight of her tension in the air. Minutes passed, but Violet was still stiff next to her, like a cold statue. His body looked like an ice cube, his icy feet pressing and pushing involuntarily against his calves. The contact made Klaus' skin shiver, but he didn't know why, perhaps out of discomfort - or something deeper - He turned to her, moved by a reflex that he couldn't control, and put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. He tried to warm her up, the heat of his own body reflecting back to hers, but it was like trying to melt ice with a breath. She was still cold.
"You're tense," he whispered, his lips close to her hair, while sliding one of his hands to the lower base of her back. With slow and careful movements, she began to massage the place in small circles, trying to relieve the stiffness that seemed to hold her. For a moment, he heard a soft sigh escape from his lips, but it didn't last long.
"I'm just worried," Violet murmured, her voice low and almost lifeless. She turned around, moving away from him, leaving only her front parts visible in the dim light of the room. "I wish I could forget everything for at least one night." Klaus was silent, the emptiness she left as she walked away filling the space between them. He knew he didn't have the right words, that there was nothing he could say to undo the weight she carried. But even so, he stayed there, waiting, without giving up on the proximity she could still allow.
Klaus watched her more closely, holding his breath without realizing it. Her eyes were still a little red from the tears that took her before the shower, but now while watching her a different intensity dominated him, a mixture of admiration and confusion. Her skin exuded the delicate aroma of the lavender soap in the room, a perfume that seemed to invade his senses and take root in his mind. Violet's lips, full and pink, moved slightly as she bit her lower lip lightly, perhaps for some deep thought. The light of the lamp on the nightstand reflected on his skin, creating an almost ethereal glow, as if she were not just a person, but an idea or a concept, something he could not name. Klaus thought Violet was beautiful. I had always found it. But now, at that moment, she seemed loaded with something more - a brilliant and magnetic beauty - Klaus thought, who attracted him in a way he couldn't explain. It was as if all the logic he knew, all the lessons he had learned, had been momentarily abandoned. He felt the breath escape from his lungs, as if the weight of all this he felt was greater than he could bear.
He knew. I knew that these feelings were wrong, forbidden even to be contemplated, thought and spoken. They were not feelings that existed in the children's books I had read in childhood, where heroes fought for the greater good and brothers saved sisters, where love was always pure and simple. These feelings belonged to another type of literature, the psychology books that are on high and almost unattainable shelves, which spoke of dark and complex human desires, named with a word that seemed wrong to say out loud - incest -. Klaus knew very well what the word meant, it was a concept he knew from afar, a studied phenomenon, something abstract. But now, feeling the heart speed up while looking at Violet, this word gained weight and shape. And that scared him almost as much as it fascinated him.
Klaus approached again, as if something invisible and irresistible pulled him to her. It was a force that he couldn't name, but that seemed impossible to ignore. Violet was like a magnet, and he inevitably gave in to attraction. The air between them seemed loaded with something beyond silence, something that made his heart beat faster and his mind falter - That's wrong - his mind said, but his desire spoke louder, and Klaus began to care less about people to care about what was right or not.
She stared at him, her eyes fixed on his, and Klaus felt his gaze go down again to her lips. Maybe they were the real imam that served as a point of attraction that pulled him, he thought. Maybe they were the ones who trapped him in this state of confusion and fascination. When he got close enough, their breaths mixed, the heat that was missing in the rest of Violet's body seemed to be on his face, which was red as he stared at him and made his body tremble. Klaus stopped for a moment, hesitating. He stood there, so close, waiting, in the certainty that she would push him away. He expected Violet to push him, call him disgusting, hate him for what he didn't even dare to say out loud.
But she didn't do any of that.
To her surprise, it was Violet who took the first step, joining her lips to his in a chaste, shy kiss, but full of a silent intensity. Her lips were soft, slightly are-open, and the touch was both light and overwhelming. Klaus felt his breath loosen in a sigh, without realizing that he was holding it. For a moment, he was taken by something stronger than fear - a courage that seemed to have been born from her own gesture - he thought. Moved by this new wave of audacity, he leaned slightly over her, deepening the kiss. His lips moved more firmly, but still carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking something delicate. He felt her heat intensify, his fingers shaking slightly as he landed on his waist, and for the first time, Klaus allowed himself to forget everything the world said was right or wrong. All that mattered was the moment. It was her. It was them.
There was no right time for it to end, and Klaus didn't want it to end. It was something he had wanted for so long, something that only existed in his most forbidden dreams, where he was allowed to feel and act without fear. But now, it was happening. It wasn't a daydream or an illusion, it was real - frighteningly and deliciously real - His mind whispered as he put his hands back down to her waist.
When their lips parted, they both stood there, staring at each other. For a moment, the room seemed warmer, the silence broken only by his choppy breaths. Then, a light laugh escaped the two, muffled by fatigue and adrenaline. It was a nervous laugh, a small truce in the face of the gravity of what they were doing, but it was also a moment of relief, as if both had crossed an invisible barrier together.
"That's wrong," Violet whispered, her voice weak and choppy, while her hands went up Klaus' neck, her fingers delicately intertwining in the soft curls of her hair. She caressed him slowly, each movement leaving the brown strands even more bristly and messy. "You know that."
"Terribly wrong," Klaus replied, his voice low and hoarse, as if the words could barely come out. Still, he didn't stop. He let his lips go down slowly, tracing a smooth path from her chin to her neck, where he planted hot kisses that made Violet let out a trembling sigh. When he reached her collarbone, he felt her fingers lightly pull his hair, a gesture that made him laugh softly against her skin. He noticed the chill that spread through his body, an involuntary response to his touch, and it only encouraged him more. "We can stop, if you want," he said, not really believing he would, but offering the chance anyway. Her voice was seductive, like a whisper against her sensitive skin. "We can pretend that none of this happened." When he finished, Klaus lightly sucked the lobe of her ear, causing a new tremor that ran through her from top to bottom.
"No, don't stop," Violet replied quickly, the urgency in her voice evident. She pulled him harder by the hair, guiding him so that their eyes met once again. The room seemed narrower, illuminated only by the warm light that cast yellowish shadows on them, drawing indistinct shapes on the walls. Klaus stared at her for a moment, his eyes shining with something between desire and hesitation, and Violet could see this. but Violet's firm touch and her determined look erased any doubt. "Go on!" she added, her voice loaded with something that seemed stronger than words. And Klaus didn't need anything else.
Before Klaus could say anything, Violet crossed her arms around his neck and pulled him back to herself. And again the kiss was intense, more urgent, as if there was a hurry to record every detail of that moment in his memories. Their mouths met with more fervor, their tongues dancing in perfect harmony, a movement that seemed both natural and electrifying.
Without thinking, moved only by instinct, Klaus adjusted quickly, riding on her without breaking the kiss. With a firm movement, he supported each arm next to her head, surrounding her as if the world around her did not exist. But nothing at that moment would make him stop. Not now. Not while she also wanted him. Klaus moved away from the kiss slowly, sucking Violet's tongue in a gesture that seemed to extend the moment of closeness between them. His lips didn't take long to walk a path down her neck, spreading wet and hot kisses as he explored every piece of skin. At each stop, when he found the pulsating pulsation under her skin, he sucked lightly, leaving a slightly red mark and a persistent heat at that point. From time to time, Klaus alternated affection, climbing to Violet's earlobe, where he pressed soft kisses, pulling out of her low sighs that resoded like music in his ears.
Without breaking the rhythm, Klaus' hands began to move, finding the bar of her blouse and hesitating for a moment before continuing. His fingers slid down the side of Violet's body, drawing imaginary lines that followed the curves of her silhouette. When reaching her waist, Klaus held her more firmly, his fingers gently sinking into the soft flesh as if he wanted to make sure she wouldn't escape, which only gave him another low moan.
Violet sighed when she felt Klaus kneel between her legs and slide his fingers over her skin making her shiver at every touch as if they were both electrified. Her hands wandered through her side and belly with unappealable lines until they reached the upper part of her torso and finally held both of her breasts inside the blouse with a firm grip, this made her sigh again and close her eyes in total pleasure. He held each of the breasts massaging them alternately between them while holding her nipples rubbing them with his thumb. Violet choked on a loud moan and bit her lip when a new wave of pleasure flooded her quickly when unexpectedly Klaus held one of the nipples and squeezed them and turned them, alternating the affection between each of them. In a movement that scared him a little Violet got up enough just to take off her blouse in a quick movement leaving her only with her panties and lay down again giving him the view of her breasts.
Klaus watched her with what she could swear was desire and hunger with his eyes glazed on her skin. Walking her hands through his hair Violet pulled him to herself where he happily fell already putting his left breast in her mouth, his mouth was hot compared to the cold skin of her breasts which made Violet shiver and squirm slightly and her nipples harden with attention. Klaus circled the nipple while sucking it making incoherent moans escaped Violet, and with the other hand Klaus twisted the right. Klaus continued like this for a few seconds until he took turns between them giving the necessary attention to each one.
"Klaus.." Violet moaned panting pulling the brown strands from his head, turning her face to the side she looked at the bed where Sunny slept - Sunny can wake up with all this noise - Violet thought looking again at Klaus, she opened her mouth to try to warn him of his younger sister but her voice disappeared and only another moan escaped when Klaus pulled both his nipples together between his thumb and index finger. - Oh well, Sunny always had a heavy sleep - Her mind vibrated.
Klaus went down licking her smooth skin, leaving a slight trail of drool wherever he passed. Klaus stopped when he finally arrived between his sister's legs, Klaus could swear he heard himself while swallowing dryly.
"Ah-" Violet moaned strangled when Klaus' tongue sank between her folds, she felt him roll his tongue gently throughout her region gathering the maximum of her excitement on her tongue and sucking lightly each made it come out more. Violet doesn't remember the last time she touched herself, with all the unfortunate events she and her brother didn't have much time to take care of their needs, but she remembers well the feeling of her own deep fingers on her... And they didn't even come close to the pleasurable sensation her brother made her feel. Violet felt as if all the nerves in her body were contracting one by one, her brother did not facilitate her for the new pleasurable sensation that was her mouth in her vagina. Klaus rolled his tongue again in his small bundle of nerves and penetrated it slightly with his tongue letting it sink halfway and pulling again.
Violet was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling quickly as she rose on her elbows to watch her brother "Klaus!" She moaned hoarsely, she felt on the verge of pleasure, and felt a little ashamed for already being at her limit so early.
Klaus got up enough just to meet Violet's eyes. Her eyes shone as if they had a whole sky in them and he wanted to make her feel good, and he was succeeding. Klaus pressed her index and middle fingers on her lips waiting for her to open them for him, which she did willingly as she opened her mouth and wrapped her tongue around her fingers and sucked them lightly leaving them wet. Klaus felt his member pulsate firmly in his pants, his erection begging to be released from the prisons that were his pants. Klaus removed his fingers from her mouth and lowered them directly to his sister's entrance who was already quite wet, there were no difficulties when his first finger entered his heat right after being followed by the second. Klaus moved with articulated movements as he felt his sister tighten more and more around him, his cock squirming in light wrists wishing to be in place of his fingers.
"Look at me Violet!" Klaus called a panting Violet, he knew she was holding back from moaning, constantly holding on, and he didn't want that. Violet looked at him with heavy eyelids, her arms trembling as she tried to keep standing. Klaus pushed his fingers deep into her again and pulled them faster and faster, the sound of his fingers joining hers.
"Klaus.. I-" Violet felt her body give way below her, and Klaus go down quickly to between her legs. His hand went up to cover his mouth when a considerably loud moan escaped. She felt her brother's tongue again in herself and the pleasure of it crossed her like lightning, from her fingers to the tip of her head, she felt her body and her muscles squirm and squeeze constantly when an overwhelming sensation took her completely, her limbs trembled and her hand that was not in her mouth strongly squeezed the mattress while her entrance pulsated strongly around Klaus' mouth and fingers. She doesn't know how long this lasted, but at the end of the wave she felt her muscles soften and she felt extremely tired.
Heated by what had just happened, Klaus dragged himself until he lay down next to her and feeling his body relax against the mattress. The room was immersed in silence, broken only by the soft and rhythmic sound of his breaths. The atmosphere seemed different now, warmer and more humid, but somehow comfortable.
"I didn't know you knew how to do that," Violet said, her voice soft, but loaded with a playful tone. She turned her face to him, her eyes shining with a calm and sincere smile.
Klaus looked at her, his cheeks blushing slightly. "It was... a book, actually," he confessed with a small shrug. "Anatomy of the Human Body and Its Properties. A strange theme, but..." He stopped, looking away for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "I thought it was interesting."
Violet laughed softly, the light sound filling the room like a melody. "Of course it was a book. It's always up to you." She leaned slightly, her eyes dancing on his face, as if she were rediscovering every detail.
Before Klaus could answer, Violet got up slightly, leaning on him. With a graceful movement, she mounted on his hip, her weight resting gently against his erection. Klaus just watched her, but said nothing, the smile on his face and the warmth in his eyes showed that he and she also had plans.
Violet leaned down, her hair falling like a veil around them, creating a bubble of intimacy that the outside world could not invade. Her lips met his in a slow kiss, but full of intensity, her fingers sliding to hold his face as she deepened the contact. Klaus answered with the same passion, his hands instinctively rising to hold her waist, pulling her a little closer.
"You're amazing, you know?" Violet whispered against his lips, the playful tone still present, but now mixed with a sincerity that made him shudder.
Klaus smiled, his fingers drawing soft lines on her back. "I know I am" Both laughed.
Violet leaned over to kiss him once more, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. The silence of the room was broken when in a subtle movement Violet moved her hips slowly on her brother's lap, who moaned and held her hips with both hands helping her move. Violet lowered her hands down her brother's bare chest to the hem of her pajamas pulling it down.
Klaus raised his hips slightly helping to remove the clothes that held him up to his thighs, his member jumping out happily with the new release, without wasting time Violet positioned him on herself and slowly moved her hips back and forth on him, soaking him with his own excitement that leaked from him. Klaus squeezed his hips together while moving with Violet. They continued like this for a few minutes until Violet got up from him and held his excitement at his entrance, positioning him and slowly lowering him.
Violet moaned uncomfortably when she sat completely on him, the feeling somewhat burning, she felt extremely full, and stood still waiting for some comfort.
"Are you okay?" Klaus asked rubbing his legs hoping to help her a little to forget the pain, he knows that the first few times it hurt a lot for a girl, and he hoped to soften as much as possible for her, but there was not much he could do besides stand still and wait calmly.. which was being extremely difficult considering the way she trembled around him and squeezed him with a strong grip.
"It's okay" Violet replied hoping that Klaus wouldn't give up because of that. Violet hissed as she put her hands on Klaus' chest and leaned on her knees. She lifted her hips slightly and then lowered them back, still feeling some discomfort, more like a strange fullness while her body adjusted to having him inside her.
She continued this smooth swing rhythm until the discomfort disappeared and her body began to fully welcome the intrusion. A low moan escaped from the bottom of her throat when she finally took it completely. The new feeling of hypersensitivity and pleasure made her stick her fingers and toes reflexively. Violet began to wave her hips back and forth on her lap. A loud moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her internal muscles trembled and tightened around his length as she began to move, finding a slow and sensual rhythm.
Klaus stretched out his hand to grab her hips, guiding her movements, his own hips swinging up to find hers. Violet threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she rode him, her breasts jumping every time she bent down on him. Small moans stuck in her throat, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, Violet got lost in the feeling of Klaus' hard length stretching her, filling her so completely. She could feel every peak, every pulsation of him while he pulsated inside his tight heat. The air was heavy with the musk of their sex.
Klaus' control was slipping, her body milking his cock with every movement, every grip of his velvet walls. "Violet..." he moaned her name, his eyes almost black with lust as he drank her erotic vision. With an improvised impulse Klaus took Violet off him, got up quickly and pushed her face down on the bed, pulled her by the waist only so that her buttocks were raised and without waiting long penetrated again. Klaus' hands firmly gripped Violet's hips as he began to push as he increased his speed, his masculinity diving into his velvety heat repeatedly. Violet let out a sigh, then a moan, arching her back to push her ass even more towards him. The obscene sounds of slaps of his copulation echoed through the room.
Klaus increased the pace, his hips pulsating as he took her with fervor. His eyes delighted in the sight of their reddened cheeks jumping every time they met. He slid a hand down his sweaty back, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling, forcing his back to a slight curve.
"Violet... Do you want me?... have me" He growled, his voice stunned with lust. The pillow muffled Violet's moans, but that didn't stop him from feeling more and more excited and he penetrated her with abandonment, chasing her release. He could feel himself starting to get close to the peak of pleasure. Klaus quickly lowered a hand to her entrance and touched it with circular movements, he would not finish before her, in his thoughts both would come together. Klaus reduced his movements to slow pushes and lay down on her propping his chest on her back, he began to deposit kisses all over her face.
"Klaus..." Violet murmured, her voice hoarse and choppy, while Klaus leaned to kiss her again. The rhythm between them was synchronized, almost as if their bodies had been made to move together, each movement reflecting the intensity of the moment. Their tongues met in a deep and fervent kiss, accompanying the same rhythm of their bodies.
When they finally moved away to breathe, a thin thread of saliva still connected them, shining in the soft light of the room. Violet's eyes were glazed, full of an emotion that seemed to overflow. "I love you," she whispered, her voice full of sincerity and vulnerability.
Klaus was silent for a moment, feeling the weight of her words go through him like a hot wave. "I love you too," he replied, his voice soft, but full of emotion. He didn't know exactly since when that love existed. Maybe it had started the day her parents died, when she became his anchor in the midst of chaos. Or maybe it was later, in the countless times she saved them, leading them with courage and ingenuity that he always admired.
Maybe it was in quieter moments, when they were together, sharing the burden of suffering and comforting each other. Klaus didn't know for sure, but he understood that this love was always there, growing in silence, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.
She was everything to him. It always was. Your companion in every misadventure, your ally in every challenge, and now, something even deeper. Klaus knew he couldn't ask for someone better to be by his side, because there was no one who understood him as well as she did.
Standing up on her and her arms, Klaus accelerated the pace of his lunges while continuing to push Violet. When she began to tremble under him signaling the arrival of her orgasm, and she convulsed as she desperately grabbed the pillows and blankets under her. His vagina trembled around his axis, pulling him deeper with each wave, and the growing grip around him eventually pushed him to the edge. Klaus hissed as he stuck himself hard inside her, and when he also reached the edge, his orgasm completely crossed her making her push her a few times.
In the end, Klaus fell on his side on the bed, slambing next to Violet while they both tried to catch their breath. The room seemed warmer now, the heavy air with the newly shared intimacy. They looked at each other, the smiles growing slowly until they turned into spontaneous laughter. It was a mixture of relief and disbelief for what they had just done.
Violet turned around, her eyes finding the bed on the other side of the room, where Sunny slept peacefully, miraculously oblivious to everything. "I don't think I've ever been so grateful for the fact that she slept like a rock," Violet commented, her voice low and slightly embarrassed.
"Yes," Klaus agreed, still trying to control his breathing. He rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment while the heat of the room seemed to envelop them like an invisible blanket.
Violet got up slowly, the movements careful and almost hesitant. His legs and arms trembled slightly, as if they had not yet adjusted to the previous effort. "Let's take a shower," she suggested, glancing at Klaus. "I wouldn't want Sunny to wake up and see us like this."
Klaus opened one eye and laughed at the way she almost stumbled in her own steps, her body clearly still weak. "I don't think you're going to walk tomorrow" he provoked, the playful smile on his lips.
"Idiot," Violet replied, crossing her arms, but her tone was far from serious. She took a few steps towards the bathroom, but stopped when she heard Klaus move on the bed. He tried to get up, but a grimace of pain crossed his face when a discomfort in his groin made him hesitate.
"It looks like I'm not the only one" Violet said with an amused laugh, pointing at him.
"Okay, you won," Klaus replied, laughing too, while trying to get up slower this time.
They seriously hoped that no one in the next room was awake and had heard them.