Making Bathtime Lots of Fun
Title: Making Bathtime Lots of Fun
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Armand/Avalon
Warning: Incest
Avalon stood in her room before a half painted canvas. She paused in her painting, looking her work over. A soft sigh escaped her thin pink lips as she decided what she wanted to paint next. The paintbrush hung limply in her slender fingers, dotted in the colours of paint she had already used, as she thought.
Behind her, the door slowly creaked open. In walked her twin brother, a grin upon his lips as he saw what his sister was painting a still life. Armand walked up behind her grinning; Avalon had yet to notice him in the room. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and soon wished he hadn’t.
Avalon jumped, and threw the thing of blue paint she had been stirring at him, covering the front of him. She turned to face him, holding her paintbrush as though it was a wand, sighing when she saw it was her brother. “Don’t scare me like that, Armand.”
“Sorry,” he muttered as he rubbed the paint from his face, drops of it falling onto his already paint stained shirt. “Lovely painting.” Armand commented with a grin, having given up trying to get the paint off him. A small smirk crossed his face as he saw an open bottle of paint and grabbed it without his sister noticing his action.
Avalon nodded thanks as she looked back to her painting, once again trying to decide what she wanted to paint next. She didn’t notice as Armand lifted the bottle over her head and poured it out on her.
She shrieked, jumping away from her painting as she turned to glare at her brother. “Why you little…” she muttered through yellow painted clenched lips. Armand stood laughing, unable to reply through his laughter. Avalon sent him a scathing glare as she picked up a bottle of red paint and threw it at him.
Armand was unprepared for the attack and was hit head-on with the paint. The paint dripped from him, merging with the blue paint to tint him a nice shade of purple. Avalon smirked, hands perched on her hips as she stared her brother down, waiting for him next move. She didn’t have to wait long as Armand picked up the bottle of red and threw it back at her, laughing.
They continued their paint fight for several more minutes until they ran out of paint to use as ammunition. The twins stood laughing, covered in paint, leaning against each other. Avalon snuggled closer to her brother, nuzzling her head under his chin. Armand slipped his arms around her, pulling her closer into a hug. Her arms slipped around him as she returned the gesture and she looked up at him, smiling.
“We’re very dirty. We’ll both have to take baths,” she said softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Armand nodded, smirking at her comment. He slipped an arm beneath her knees and picked her up, holding her close as he carried her into the bathroom. Avalon giggled softly, resting her head on his shoulder as she snuggled him. Armand sat Avalon down on the vanity as he worked on getting a bath ready.
Once the bath was drawn, Armand turned to his sister and set to undoing her blouse. His fingers nimbly worked at the buttons, quickly getting them undone. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders, resisting the urge to kiss the soft skin exposed, then pushed it down her arms, removing it. The shirt fell to the floor in a delicate clump of ruined satin.
His hands slowly danced down her sides, caressing the soft skin, making her shiver as his hands reached her skirt. It took one quick movement of his wrist to undo the skirt and he slipped it off quickly, letting his hands brush lightly against her legs as the skirt fell to join her top. Armand slipped his hands behind her, unclasping her bra. A smirk graced his lips as he slipped the bra from her, her hands moving to cover herself in modesty. The bunched up fabric fell to the floor while his hands moved to her waist.
Armand’s fingers bunched up the pink lace at her hips as he slid her panties from her. He stepped back, eyes moving over his sister as a vacant smile curved his lips. Avalon had moved her hands, her face downcast with a soft blush caressing her fair cheeks. She stood up and he marveled at the beauty before him. Her eyes glanced to the bath and he nodded his head, taking a step to the side as she went to the bath and slipped in.
He grinned, watching as Avalon’s form slowly disappeared beneath the bubbles until all that could be seen were her head and shoulders. As quickly as he could, Armand slipped out of his clothing and joined his sister in the bath, smiling at her as she blew a bubble from her hand at him.
Avalon moved closer to her brother, slipping carefully into his lap. Her hands roamed over his chest, exploring his slightly toned chest and abs. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist, hugging her closer. She gasped as she felt his hardness pressing against her leg. A smirk curled at her lips as she pressed her weight against him, hearing him groan in appreciation.
She moved in hi lap to straddle him, pressing against him once more. Avalon smirked as he moaned, lifting his hips. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss, his hands moving over her back, pulling her closer. His hips lifted once more and she gasped, pressing against him.
Armand’s arms tightened around her waist, pressing himself closer to her. She lifted her hips, taking the pressure away from his body. She felt his hands move to her hips, holding her, waiting to guide her. Avalon looked into his eyes, seeing that he was ready and she slowly lowered herself onto him.
She gasped at the feeling, while Armand moaned her name against her neck. She pressed her lips to his cheek, breathing deeply as she adjusted to the feel. After a few moments Avalon lifted her hips, moaning as she lowered herself on him once more. Soon she fell into a rhythm broken only when Armand would lift his hips in a thrust that would cause her to falter and pause in her movements.
The twins reached their climaxes at the same time, clinging to each other. Avalon nuzzled into Armand’s neck, catching her breath while he pressed soft kisses to her face and shoulders and anywhere else he could. She muttered something into his neck that made him smile, his hand trailing in soft circle patterns over her back. Avalon purred softly as Armand stood, lifting her out of the bath with him. He let the water out before carrying her into his bedroom.
Armand laid her dripping body on his bed, covering it with a blanket before slipping into the bed next to his sister. He wrapped his arms tightly around Avalon, hugging her as close as possible as she snuggled up to him, laying her head on his chest as she listened to his heart beat return to normal. His fingers trailed circles over her back bringing a purr to her lips once more.
Avalon looked at him, a lazy smile on her face as she leaned over and stole a kiss from him. “You dirty sneak. You started the fight just to take a bath didn’t you?” She laughed softly as he nodded his head, then leaned down and kissed him again, sweetly, softly, lovingly. “I love you, even if you are a sneak.” She grinned, nipping softly at his lips.
“I love you too,” Armand whispered against his sister’s lips, smiling softly as he kissed her. His hands tangled into her short hair. “Its late. We should sleep.” He grinned as she returned her head to his chest, snuggling. Not but five minutes later, both had fallen asleep snuggling the other as loving as any couple.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Armand/Avalon
Warning: Incest
Avalon stood in her room before a half painted canvas. She paused in her painting, looking her work over. A soft sigh escaped her thin pink lips as she decided what she wanted to paint next. The paintbrush hung limply in her slender fingers, dotted in the colours of paint she had already used, as she thought.
Behind her, the door slowly creaked open. In walked her twin brother, a grin upon his lips as he saw what his sister was painting a still life. Armand walked up behind her grinning; Avalon had yet to notice him in the room. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and soon wished he hadn’t.
Avalon jumped, and threw the thing of blue paint she had been stirring at him, covering the front of him. She turned to face him, holding her paintbrush as though it was a wand, sighing when she saw it was her brother. “Don’t scare me like that, Armand.”
“Sorry,” he muttered as he rubbed the paint from his face, drops of it falling onto his already paint stained shirt. “Lovely painting.” Armand commented with a grin, having given up trying to get the paint off him. A small smirk crossed his face as he saw an open bottle of paint and grabbed it without his sister noticing his action.
Avalon nodded thanks as she looked back to her painting, once again trying to decide what she wanted to paint next. She didn’t notice as Armand lifted the bottle over her head and poured it out on her.
She shrieked, jumping away from her painting as she turned to glare at her brother. “Why you little…” she muttered through yellow painted clenched lips. Armand stood laughing, unable to reply through his laughter. Avalon sent him a scathing glare as she picked up a bottle of red paint and threw it at him.
Armand was unprepared for the attack and was hit head-on with the paint. The paint dripped from him, merging with the blue paint to tint him a nice shade of purple. Avalon smirked, hands perched on her hips as she stared her brother down, waiting for him next move. She didn’t have to wait long as Armand picked up the bottle of red and threw it back at her, laughing.
They continued their paint fight for several more minutes until they ran out of paint to use as ammunition. The twins stood laughing, covered in paint, leaning against each other. Avalon snuggled closer to her brother, nuzzling her head under his chin. Armand slipped his arms around her, pulling her closer into a hug. Her arms slipped around him as she returned the gesture and she looked up at him, smiling.
“We’re very dirty. We’ll both have to take baths,” she said softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Armand nodded, smirking at her comment. He slipped an arm beneath her knees and picked her up, holding her close as he carried her into the bathroom. Avalon giggled softly, resting her head on his shoulder as she snuggled him. Armand sat Avalon down on the vanity as he worked on getting a bath ready.
Once the bath was drawn, Armand turned to his sister and set to undoing her blouse. His fingers nimbly worked at the buttons, quickly getting them undone. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders, resisting the urge to kiss the soft skin exposed, then pushed it down her arms, removing it. The shirt fell to the floor in a delicate clump of ruined satin.
His hands slowly danced down her sides, caressing the soft skin, making her shiver as his hands reached her skirt. It took one quick movement of his wrist to undo the skirt and he slipped it off quickly, letting his hands brush lightly against her legs as the skirt fell to join her top. Armand slipped his hands behind her, unclasping her bra. A smirk graced his lips as he slipped the bra from her, her hands moving to cover herself in modesty. The bunched up fabric fell to the floor while his hands moved to her waist.
Armand’s fingers bunched up the pink lace at her hips as he slid her panties from her. He stepped back, eyes moving over his sister as a vacant smile curved his lips. Avalon had moved her hands, her face downcast with a soft blush caressing her fair cheeks. She stood up and he marveled at the beauty before him. Her eyes glanced to the bath and he nodded his head, taking a step to the side as she went to the bath and slipped in.
He grinned, watching as Avalon’s form slowly disappeared beneath the bubbles until all that could be seen were her head and shoulders. As quickly as he could, Armand slipped out of his clothing and joined his sister in the bath, smiling at her as she blew a bubble from her hand at him.
Avalon moved closer to her brother, slipping carefully into his lap. Her hands roamed over his chest, exploring his slightly toned chest and abs. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist, hugging her closer. She gasped as she felt his hardness pressing against her leg. A smirk curled at her lips as she pressed her weight against him, hearing him groan in appreciation.
She moved in hi lap to straddle him, pressing against him once more. Avalon smirked as he moaned, lifting his hips. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss, his hands moving over her back, pulling her closer. His hips lifted once more and she gasped, pressing against him.
Armand’s arms tightened around her waist, pressing himself closer to her. She lifted her hips, taking the pressure away from his body. She felt his hands move to her hips, holding her, waiting to guide her. Avalon looked into his eyes, seeing that he was ready and she slowly lowered herself onto him.
She gasped at the feeling, while Armand moaned her name against her neck. She pressed her lips to his cheek, breathing deeply as she adjusted to the feel. After a few moments Avalon lifted her hips, moaning as she lowered herself on him once more. Soon she fell into a rhythm broken only when Armand would lift his hips in a thrust that would cause her to falter and pause in her movements.
The twins reached their climaxes at the same time, clinging to each other. Avalon nuzzled into Armand’s neck, catching her breath while he pressed soft kisses to her face and shoulders and anywhere else he could. She muttered something into his neck that made him smile, his hand trailing in soft circle patterns over her back. Avalon purred softly as Armand stood, lifting her out of the bath with him. He let the water out before carrying her into his bedroom.
Armand laid her dripping body on his bed, covering it with a blanket before slipping into the bed next to his sister. He wrapped his arms tightly around Avalon, hugging her as close as possible as she snuggled up to him, laying her head on his chest as she listened to his heart beat return to normal. His fingers trailed circles over her back bringing a purr to her lips once more.
Avalon looked at him, a lazy smile on her face as she leaned over and stole a kiss from him. “You dirty sneak. You started the fight just to take a bath didn’t you?” She laughed softly as he nodded his head, then leaned down and kissed him again, sweetly, softly, lovingly. “I love you, even if you are a sneak.” She grinned, nipping softly at his lips.
“I love you too,” Armand whispered against his sister’s lips, smiling softly as he kissed her. His hands tangled into her short hair. “Its late. We should sleep.” He grinned as she returned her head to his chest, snuggling. Not but five minutes later, both had fallen asleep snuggling the other as loving as any couple.