Fleur des Lis Incest Greentext Story


                                            >Be a well-known wrestler in the AWF, the Aces Wrestling Federation

                                            >You're currently pursuing the AWF Universal Championship, though backroom politics has kept you from getting a title shot because they're pushing a muscly faggot who nobody really likes

                                            >One day, one of your pals in the locker room asks if you ever had a gf

                                            >You never did, and this kind of ate your mind in the coming months

                                            >A year later though

                                            >Meet hot French-Canadian model

                                            >Somehow hit it off

                                            >She's visiting across seas for a few months for the sake of her career, but she has more than enough time for the two of you to have some fun

                                            >Get together rather well

                                            >Things start to get hot and heavy

                                            >Sex happens

                                            >Notice she has an earring on that matches one your mother used to wear

                                            >"What? Yes, my mother gave it to me before she got remarried and moved overseas."

                                            >Really look at her face

                                            >Now that you're looking for the resemblance, you notice that Fleur looks an awful lot like your mom

                                            >You should probably tell her that you're brother and sister.

                                            >...or at least half-brother and half-sister; whatever.

                                            >"We're out of condoms, mon amour. Do you have a problem with cumming inside?"

                                            >...You know what? It's probably fine if you tell her later.

                                            >You take off your clothes, with her watching you hungrily.

                                            >"Anoun, can you do it a bit....slower?" She says with her body slightly trembling as you deliver her request

                                            >Who could blame her? You're tall and fully ripped

                                            >A lot of women would crave for you

                                            >After you've taken off your clothes, save for your boxers, she touches your right pec, and says

                                            >"Wait..."

                                            "Is...something wrong, Fleur?"

                                            >She bites her lip

                                            >"I'm just reminiscing our first time. It was so heavenly...and now we're...ooouh..."

                                            >She lets out a moan that makes your heavyweight champion raise taller than the highest ladder in ladder matches

                                            >"Oh mon dieu..."

                                            >She takes off her clothes faster than San Antonio Beretta was eliminated at the Rumble of Royals in 2011, and quickly pulls you into bed

                                            >She sits on top of you, holding on your chest

                                            >Your breathing only intensified, and with no words, you pull her into you, kissing her soft lips

                                            >Soon, you begin to caress her tongue with yours, and you both savour each other's flavor

                                            >This moment is even more intensified with her mouth having a tinge of grape wine, and her strawberry-scented hair invading your nose

                                            >You move in to her neck, and with every kiss, she mewls and coos

                                            >Slowly, you hold her supple left breast, and you dig yourself on the right one

                                            >She squeaks, and you play with her nipple for a bit, where she lets out tickled giggles mixed with erotic moans

                                            >You then turn over, and plant her down on the bed

                                            >You break off from kissing, and stare into each other again

                                            >Still, with no words, she bites her lip, panting

                                            >You pant as well, as you caress her face

                                            >Your Last Man Standing is now begging to enter her Elimination Chamber, and Fleur nods as she holds on to your arms

                                            (or should it be Reproducing Chamber? i don't know they're quite the opposite)

                                            >Her eyes widen as she looks down and looks at your member, and says "Mettez en moi, mon amour"

                                            >You don't know what that means, but she sounded so fucking sexy saying it you roughly held on to her child-rearing hips and thrusted your Champ inside

                                            >She lets out a very loud and satisfied moan, you thought she came already

                                            >Instead, she pulls you in, holding you by the back of your neck, and stares into your eyes like an animal unleashed, begging you to do it more

                                            >You're not quite sure, but you think you can see some little hearts forming up in her eyes as you start to thrust

                                            >With every moment passing, she coos and yelps and moans, as you grunt and thrust and DELE--

                                            >You then pull out, and incline her to turn around, with her plump butt now facing you

                                            >You haven't tried doggy style yet, but you now have the chance and take it

                                            >You held on her butt, almost like you slapped it, and begin thrusting into her chamber again

                                            >This time, she's letting out more animalistic moans, and you unsconsiously let out beastly grunts

                                            >Moments passed, with her hair messed up, sweat drenching her body, she looks at you, arousing you further

                                            >You leaned down, and hold her chest, gripping as you continue to thrust, surprising her, as she gave out a sexy yelp

                                            >She turned to look at you, with her hair slamming you with its strawberry-filled scent

                                            >You kiss her neck, and she indulges it

                                            >"Anoun...Anoun...oooaahhh... I love you!"

                                            "I .... love you too..."

                                            >"Mmmhhmm.....ooh!"

                                            >She stands up while kneeling, seemingly carrying your body with that light frame of hers.

                                            >She turns around, and kisses you deeply before she pushes you down, now with her sitting on top of you

                                            >She raises her eyebrow, coupled with the seductive look she gives you, and guides your hands with hers to her hips as she begins thrusting up and down

                                            >The bed creaks as minutes pass by

                                            >She might be enjoying this semi-dominating role a bit too much

                                            >You ain't letting that happen soon though, but you let her enjoy this for now

                                            >She then stops, and you feel her shaking, as she lets out a seemingly tired moan.

                                            >She then leans down, with her hands at your shoulders, as she whispers

                                            >"I'm....i'm nearing my limit..."

                                            >You smile, as you turn her over again, landing her down on the bed

                                            >Back to the missionary position, you lean down on her, with her legs crossing your hips

                                            >Then you remembered what she told you earlier

                                            "...do you want me to....do it inside?"

                                            >"Oui...all of it..."

                                            >Another moment passes by as you stare in each other, staring longfully.

                                            >Without further hesitation, you put your Champ in, even deeper inside her

                                            >She gasps, and breathes in as you thrust

                                            >She hugs you, and kisses you before you dig in to her neck again

                                            >With every breath she draws by your ear, your thrusts go harder

                                            >Her grips on your body tighten more as you reached climax

                                            >"Ooh, Anoun!"

                                            "Fleur...!"

                                            >You both grunt, and you cash in your Money in the Bank briefcase to her

                                            > /asp/ memes aside, you released your load deep in her womb, as her grunts waned down to cooing pants

                                            >The euphoria was so good, you'll probably crave more of it

                                            >You two cuddle for a moment, when she turns to you and says

                                            >"Anoun...take care of me, allright?"

                                            "Yeah....i will."

                                            >Without knowing, you two drift asleep

                                            >The next day, you wake up with Fleur nowhere to be seen

                                            >You sit up, still groggy, then walk out of bed

                                            >You smell something good, something being cooked really good

                                            >Like....what your mother used to cook

                                            >You almost totally forgot that you brought Fleur to your house in Queens, and you figured that it was her doing the cooking

                                            >Which was really odd, since you've met her, she's not really the type you know would cook

                                            >It's actually the first time she cooked for you

                                            >You head to the kitchen, and see her and the mess she made

                                            >It doesn't look like a storm went in, but it's a mess allright.

                                            >Aside from that, there's a dish beside her, on it was what it seems to be some bacon and eggs, along with brie bread

                                            >Exactly what mom used to cook you when you were young

                                            >It even has that special aroma it has, she used to cook it with sunflower oil

                                            >You remember your conversation last night before you engaged in steamy sex

                                            >You shudder at possibility that she might be your sister

                                            >But the thought quickly faded away as she turned towards you, letting out a gasp

                                            >"Ah! Anoun! I uh....didn't know you were here!"

                                            >She lets out an ashamed grin, and blushes

                                            >She's wearing your shorts and your shirt, as well as an apron

                                            >It looks too big for her, but at the same time, she looks adorable with her hair tied up to a bun

                                            "I didn't know you can cook."

                                            >"Eh, well...my mother taught me before i got into modeling. I thought i lost the skill until today."

                                            "You know i could, make our breakfast for ourselves, right?"

                                            >"Huh? Well, i thought i'd...try to return to you the favor."

                                            "Heh. After i've told you that i'll take care of you?"

                                            >"MMh...just let me cook, just this once."

                                            "Ok...but that's a lot of meat, don't you have some sort of strict diet to keep your figure on check?"

                                            >".....i'm hungry and...i'm really craving for, some, meat."

                                            >She winks, and with that, you felt Goldberg has Speared your heart

                                            >You just scratch your head, and moved in to kiss her

                                            >You might as well help her out with the cooking

                                            >You just scratch your head, and moved in to kiss her

                                            >You might as well help her out with the cooking

                                            >After that, as well as setting up a salad to counter your carb and protein intake, you dine with her on the table

                                            >She takes gentle bites on her meal, trying to keep up her gentle image

                                            >It was a wonderful sight

                                            >You already look like a married couple at this point

                                            >But then again...the thought of her being your sister eats up your mind again

                                            >You might as well try to confirm it right now, just to be sure

                                            "Fleur?"

                                            >"Yes, Anoun?"

                                            "Uh....this might be strange but...what was your mother like?"

                                            >"....."

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            "It's...it's still about the earrings."

                                            >"Oh. Are you...going to ask permission from them to...marry me?"

                                            "......mmmmaybe?"

                                            >She lets out a bashful squeal

                                            >"Okay, what do you want to know?"

                                            "What does she look like?"

                                            >"Hmm....come to think of it. She sort of...looks kind of like yours. Only more masculine. I've been having that thought since we started dating, actually..."

                                            >"I was kind of scared of what you'll say if i told you."

                                            "No, it's...fine...i guess..."

                                            >"Well, she was very motherly. She took care of me well even if we moved out from Canada when i was five."

                                            "Moved out? When?"

                                            >"I don't exactly remember...but i think it's around 1990."

                                            >Hold the fuck up. That's the year you were born

                                            >"When she met my would-be stepfather, she bestowed the earrings to me."

                                            >Stepfather? Then her being your step-sister as a possibility is gone, now she REALLY might be your stepsister

                                            >"Why'd you ask?"

                                            "Well...i think she--"

                                            >You were interrupted by a phone ringing, it was Fleur's

                                            >"Oh...i'll get it. Probably my manager."

                                            >She goes to the living room as she talks on her phone

                                            >You're shuddering again

                                            >You had sex, came inside her, and now she might be your sister

                                            >Fuck, you weren't prepared for this

                                            >"It was my manager. He said he talked with a contact from Louis Vuitton and suggested me for a photoshoot for a brand new line of bags."

                                            >"He said that the shoot will take place 7 days from now."

                                            "Oh. Well, it's up to you if you want to attend or not. I have a match this Monday, and the AWF has a European tour in Paris on Wednesday."

                                            >"Today is, Saturday, oui?"

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >"Ooh, perfect! The photoshoot is taking place in Paris, and now that we've talked about it, my parents are actually going to come visit us there!"

                                            >Oh boy. Talk about timing.

                                            "Hah...is that so? G-great!"

                                            >"Is, something wrong?"

                                            "N-nothing. Well, i think it's perfect timing"

                                            >"Merveilleux! I'll call him back right now!"

                                            >And talk about being careful on what you wish for

                                            >When she's done with the call, you finish up your breakfast and fixed the table and washed the dishes together

                                            >After playfully teasing each other as she headed to take a shower, she led you to the bath and had a quickie

                                            >It was a bit refreshing, but the thought of her being your sister still lingers in your mind


                                            >Monday Night WAR comes, and you drive your 09 Camaro to the parking lot of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn

                                            >As you and Fleur get out of the car, an agent approaches you

                                            >"Hey, Anon Anonymous! Glad you get to come early."

                                            "Hm? Why not? I live by Queens."

                                            >"Yeah, but listen, you match tonight has-- wait, is this, Fleur des Lis?"

                                            >"Bonjour!"

                                            >"Oh, so he IS dating you! I thought Itchweed was kidding."

                                            "We've been dating for months now, if you want to know."

                                            >"Oh, ok. So anyways, Anon, your match tonight had some changes."

                                            "Changes?"

                                            >"Your opponent tonight, Ginger Ma-haul, got flu from his Indian tour last week, and he's not cleared to compete, so they changed your opponent"

                                            "Must be the because of the poo."

                                            >Fleur scrunched her face at the thought

                                            "Sorry."

                                            >"It's fine."

                                            "So, who am i going to face?"

                                            >"I don't know yet, but i think they'll announce it once you get inside the ring. Anyways, i got to go, there's things i have to take care of other than match changes."

                                            "Ok. Thanks."

                                            >"Ms. Fleur."

                                            >Fleur nods at him as he goes

                                            "Shall we go inside?"

                                            >"Oui, lets."

                                            >You take your bag, and she holds your hand as you head inside the arena

                                            "I'll take my bag inside the locker room, then i'll take you to your seat, ok?"

                                            >"Sure!"

                                            "Will you be allright? You'll be all alone there."

                                            >"Anoun, i've been sitting alone on the front row seat since we dated. I'll be fine."

                                            >"Besides, tonight i'll be sitting beside the wife of one of your friends along with her children."

                                            "Whose?"

                                            >"Brother, Moore, was it?"

                                            "Ohhh.....oh. You'll be sitting Queen Rebecca. She's chill, you'll get along well. I think you'll adore Maxell and Wolfgang too."

                                            >"Are they her children?"

                                            "Yeah.3 years old and 8 months old, respectively. Don't worry, they're used to the noise of the crowd."

                                            >"Ah, very well. I'll be looking forward to it."


                                            >You're on your front row seat, at the side, in front of where the hard cam would be, and the crowd's a bit more loud as usual

                                            >But it doesn't change the fact on how Maxell and Wolfgang are still sound asleep

                                            >You and Queen Rebecca had a little chat, and shared your stories with each other

                                            >Her father, Senor Benjamin, was also fun to talk with

                                            >They also introduced you to Vanguard 1, their sentient drone

                                            >And make no mistake, this drone is actually sentient

                                            >They also explained that they arrived here by being teleported by Vanguard 1

                                            >She then also mentioned that her brother-in-law, Brother Nero, was the one who apparently triggered Anon in finding a girlfriend

                                            >That's nice, you guess

                                            >But the next match is starting, and it's the main event

                                            >Your precious Anon, and his mystery opponent

                                            >The ring announcer walks to the middle of the ring, and looks out to the crowd

                                            >"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following main event match, is scheduled for one fall!"

                                            >Anon's music hits

                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbFCkVOr48Q


                                            >He walks out of the Titantron, wearing his signature black and green kickboxing shorts, elbow pads and gloves

                                            >"On his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 255 pounds...Anon Aaaanonymous!"

                                            >Anon walks around the platform, before stopping to do his signature pose, as his single-second explosive pyro lights up the arena

                                            >You try not to orgasm at the sight of him flexing out as he poses

                                            >After high-fiving some fans, he passes by you, and gives you a flying kiss

                                            >You answer back with also a flying kiss, and you wave your fingers at him

                                            >"You're a lucky woman to have him, Fleur."

                                            "Merci, Rebecca ^u^"

                                            >He goes into the ring after high-fiving Maxell, and pops up the crowd with his poses in each ring corner

                                            >The music fades down as the announcer goes to the middle of the ring again, about to announce his surprise opponent.

                                            >The crowd also fades down as the announcer picks up the mic

                                            >Aaaaand his opponent....


                                            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLrG-0DtISE or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1U7iGiM5Gs (i prefer the second one, though it's up to you guys on what you think is more suitable)


                                            >Mon

                                            >Dieu

                                            >Brawn merdique Strongman

                                            >Anon talked about how Brawn would be his greatest challenge in the AWF, with them being teased to have a match-up sometime in the future, but it had to be right now

                                            >The crowd roared in awe when the music popped

                                            >"Oh shit...think Anon can handle him?"

                                            "Hmph. He can take him...i hope."

                                            >You assure her with a worried smile

                                            >Looking back at Anon, he looks a bit mortified


                                            >Oh fuck me, you think to yourself

                                            >To see that Brawn Strongman will finally face you in a match that was hyped by AWF would be tonight, and you weren't quite ready

                                            >Also, did he get a little bigger or...

                                            >"From Sherrills Ford, North Carolina, standing in at 7 feet tall, weighing 405 pounds, Braaaaawwn Strooooooongmaaan!!!"

                                            >Yep, he definitely did.

                                            (Yes, i'm aware that Braun isn't that big, but i'm a big fan of him)

                                            >You're a little bit terrified when Brawn entered the ring

                                            >It seemed like he has a massive invisible aura that makes you feel like you're cornered

                                            >Guess this is what those poor folks who tried to fight Brawn felt

                                            >He raised his arms and roared, much to the delight of the crowd

                                            >You do some last minute warm-ups

                                            >Brawn's intro fades, and the ref asks you each if you two are ready

                                            >After assuring the referee, he signals to ring the bell

                                            >Ding ding ding

                                            >Right after the bell rang, Brawn charges at you at the speed of a freight train

                                            >His move was so sudden, you hadn't noticed that you were already slammed into the turnbuckle

                                            >His huge-ass arms pressing you from shoulder-to-shoulder

                                            >He steps back, as you drop on your knees, holding on to your chest as you try to recover

                                            >Brawn raises his arms and roars, inciting the crowd to cheer

                                            > You move back a little bit, his back turned back to you

                                            >This little window of opportunity could be your chance to attack

                                            >You kick his legs, by the back of the knee, though it didn't have that too big of an effect

                                            >He quickly turns to you, and throws a jab

                                            >You duck, and quickly hold him by the back

                                            >You're about to do something everyone tried but failed

                                            >You look at Fleur, who looks worried, and you give her a wink

                                            >You put Brawn's arm over your nape, and with the best if your strength, you put him in a backdrop suplex

                                            >The crowd went "woah" and you quickly stand up, looking proud of yourself

                                            >Brawn though, after hitting the floor, rolls back up, and stands, the move having no effect at all.

                                            >Your eyes widen

                                            >Brawn grabs you by your throat, and performs a devastating chokeslam on you, shaking the ring as you land

                                            >He roars again, and you crawl to the ropes

                                            >You look at Fleur, who has her hands cupped to her mouth in shock

                                            >You assure her you're allright by giving her a thumbs up

                                            >Brawn then picks you up, grabs you by the sides of your neck, and throws you across the ring, hitting the turnbuckle again

                                            >You feel a bit dazed, and you shake your head trying to regain awareness

                                            >You unknowingly walk towards him, giving you a big boot to the face so powerful it makes you flip

                                            >You fall face flat on the ring, where know Fleur looks at you

                                            >You give her a thumbs up, but your arm and hand is visibly shaking now

                                            >Brawn picks you up, and bellows to your face

                                            >"I'M. NOT. FINISHED. WITH YOUUUUUUUU!!!"

                                            >He puts you up on his shoulder, and performs his finishing move, the running powerslam

                                            >Twice

                                            >He pins your limp carcass, and the referee counts to three

                                            >The bell rings, and Brawn roars again, to the cheering crowd for another of his many one-sided victories


                                            >Be Fleur

                                            >You're laying down on the bed, waiting for Anon to come

                                            >He's been quiet from the drive home until he got to the shower

                                            >Probably because he lost to Brawn

                                            >And getting squashed, no less

                                            >Finally, he gets out of his dressing room, and hangs his towel on a chair

                                            >He's shirtless, and only wears his boxer shorts

                                            >He limply falls onto the bed, and in his muffled words, you hear him say "

                                            >"I'm beat"

                                            "In convincing fashion, i'd say"

                                            >"Meeeeeehhhh......."

                                            >You cuddle him up, and try to comfort him

                                            "Don't worry. You're still a beast to me."

                                            >"Mhat mhas hmmiliating"

                                            "Quelle?"

                                            >He turns, lying down on his back

                                            >"That was humilating. I got squashed by Brawn."

                                            "It's fine to lose every once in a while. Not everyone is invincible."

                                            >"You can't just say that. I'm the No.1 contender for the AWF Universal Championship. I have to look strong."

                                            "You are. You're probably just a bit worried about something, that's all."

                                            >"You noticed?"

                                            "Oui. Is it about the conversation we didn't finish last Saturday?"

                                            >"Oh, that. I don't really want to talk about it right now. I'm out of the mood."

                                            "Mhm..."

                                            >You inch your body closer to his, and you turn his face to you

                                            "Do you want me to take this shame away?"

                                            >He turns his whole body to you, and caresses your face with both of his hands

                                            >He takes a deep sigh, and smiles at you

                                            >"My back's a bit sore, so don't expect me to be rough."

                                            "Is that so?"

                                            >He turns his whole body to you, and caresses your face with both of his hands

                                            >He takes a deep sigh, and smiles at you

                                            >"My back's a bit sore, so don't expect me to be rough."

                                            "We'll see."

                                            >You lean in, and give him a passionate kiss

                                            >It didn't take long with the tongue foreplay before you engage in intense sex


                                            >Be Anon

                                            >You're sitting alone on the table waiting for breakfast

                                            >The smell of today's meal linger around the dining room

                                            >"Anon, I made your favorite!"

                                            "Is it brie bread?"

                                            >"Of course! What else would it be?"

                                            "Yes! Thanks Ma!"

                                            >You chow down on the bread, as your Mom goes back upstairs, and quickly goes down with your luggage

                                            "Hey Ma. Should i wake up Pops?"

                                            >Mom looks at you and pauses for a moment, before she approaches you and rubs your head

                                            >"He's got to finish his job before he catches up to us. Come on, eat your meal, we're going to be late."

                                            "Okaaay"

                                            >After a few minutes, you finish your meal

                                            >"Come on Anon, let's go."

                                            "Shouldn't i wash the dishes first?"

                                            >"Your dad's got it. Let's go."

                                            >Strange. You're going to the airport, yet Mom already wants to leave without Dad.

                                            >It's summer vacation, and Mom talked about Moving in to France.

                                            >Which is also strange, because you don't hear or see Dad talk about it

                                            >You'd figured that if he didn't go home drunk every night, maybe he'd know.

                                            >Oh well. Better get along with it before she starts nagging you.

                                            >You take your bag, and exit the house

                                            >Mom flags the taxi, asking here where to take you two.

                                            >"JFK Airport."

                                            >The driver helps you put your bags in the trunk, and you head off

                                            >The long drive made you drowsy, and you soon drifted to sleep


                                            >You wake up, a bit groggy like most days

                                            >You never had that dream before, but...it felt like it really happened

                                            >You can't quite remember your Mom's face, but it does feel like you also saw Fleur in it

                                            >You try to sit up, but Fleur's spooning you

                                            >She looks comfortably snugged on you

                                            >It brings a smile to you, especially now that she's murmuring something

                                            >Is she dreaming?

                                            >Probably not, after her other arm brings you closer to her

                                            >"Don't leave, mon amour."

                                            "Are you awake?"

                                            >"Still drowsy..."

                                            >You hug her, and take huge whiff of her sweet scent

                                            >You felt that she's naked under the covers, and you remembered that you had sex last night

                                            >And you came inside her again

                                            >Maybe you should reconsider buying condoms again

                                            >Felt great though

                                            >When she finally wakes up, you two do your new morning routine

                                            >Make breakfast, eat breakfast, take bath, do a quickie, and suiting up

                                            >But today, you prepare your luggage as you head to France

                                            >There's a little feeling of deja vu on all this

                                            >Especially when you look at Fleur

                                            >This kind of looks like the dream you have

                                            >Your train of thoughts derails as Fleur tugs your arm

                                            >"Is something wrong, Anoun?"

                                            "Uh...no. It's nothing."

                                            >She smiles and grabs her luggage

                                            >"Let's go then."

                                            "Alright."

                                            >You secure the house, especially the garage

                                            >You have a feeling that you won't be seeing your car very soon

                                            >You flag a taxi down, and you both get in

                                            "To JFK Airport, please."

                                            >The trip to the airport didn't take long

                                            >In fact, your head was so clouded with thoughts that it seemed that you arrived there in a moment's notice

                                            >After paying the cab driver, you and Fleur head inside, and look for the terminal that leads to your plane

                                            >But not before she stops by a Duty Free shop and buys some chocolate, the more expensive kind, particularly the "milk fruit & nuts variety"

                                            "You're gonna eat all that in Paris? You might get fat."

                                            >"Gee. No i'm not. I'm buying this for my mother. It's her favorite treat."

                                            "Favorite?"

                                            >Another sense of deja vu tingles you

                                            >The thought was whisked off by Fleur who ushers you to your plane, telling you that you are going to be late

                                            >Despite arriving about an hour early

                                            >Once you get into the plane, you head to your seats at the 1st class cabin

                                            >Fleur picked your position, it was a kind of sofa-like couch, with you two sitting together, and a widescreen TV in front of you

                                            >It looked great, almost felt like a hotel

                                            >You two sat down

                                            >"Are you feeling well, Anoun?"

                                            >You look back at her with a short pause, before you answer her question

                                            "I'm good, I'm good. How about you?"

                                            >"Excited. I told my parents that if they have the time, I could introduce you to them."

                                            "Oh. I'm....looking forward to it."

                                            >She smiles, holds your hand and gives you a kiss

                                            >You hold her hand tight, as the plane announces to take off


                                            >The flight was wonderful, but not anything worth noting

                                            >Except maybe when Fleur ushered you into watching a rerun of Walking with Beasts in the flight

                                            >She was especially giddy on the 3rd episode, which featured an Australopithecus male and female mating

                                            >She also gave you not-so-subtle glares, and you can only reply her with a smirk

                                            "I don't think they'll let us do it here, babes."

                                            >"Wouldn't they now?"

                                            >She gives off a playful giggle as you continued to watch

                                            >Sometime later, you arrived at Paris

                                            >As you take your luggage and exit the airport, you see a chaffeur, standing by a black Bentley Continental, holding a sign up with Fleur's name on it, as well as yours

                                            >Fleur leads you to him

                                            >"Come on, Anoun. I know him."

                                            "You do?"

                                            >"Oui. He's been my parent's driver when i was about 10. Don't worry, you can trust him."

                                            >You nod, and togeteher you approach the chaffeur

                                            >"Monsieur Lumière! How are you?"

                                            >"Miss Fleur! Ah, i've been waiting for you!"

                                            >They give each other a hug, before they turn to you

                                            >"And i'm guessing that this is the lucky man? Monsieur Anonyme?"

                                            >"Yes Lumière, this is my beloved Anoun."

                                            >"Bonjour, Mister Anoun."

                                            >You were about to shake his hand, but he closes in and gives you a peck on both sides of you cheeks

                                            >It startled you a little bit, but this incited a giggle from Fleur

                                            "Uh...thanks?"

                                            >"Ah, Fleur here used to talk about you when she stayed here. Her parents and the whole household were worried when she headed to America, but knowing that there's a fine gentleman taking care of her, i'd say were were worried for naught."

                                            "Household? Like, the maids and the butlers and the like?"

                                            >Fleur hooks her arm by yours

                                            >"Oui, Anoun. Everyone at my home is as tight-knit as if were a huge family!"

                                            >Family...right...

                                            > Lumière clears his throat, and asks "Shall we?"

                                            >You and Fleur look at each other smiling, and you get inside the Bentley, and you drove off the airport

                                            >On the way, you three had a nice little chat, with Fleur and Lumière mostly doing some catching up, mostly, on what's going on the house, which was her step-father's ancestral house

                                            >Apparently, he's done some designs for various fashion companies, even doing some for Louis Vuitton

                                            >Lumière tells you that his rather straightforward and well-composed demeanor earned him the nickname "Fancy Pants" when he went to America once

                                            >"And ,i do believe that at the time, it was when she met Fleur and her mother."

                                            "I see. So, what was she like?"

                                            >"Oh? Hasn't Fleur told you stories about her yet?"

                                            "Well, i, uh, kinda want to take our relationship a bit slow before i jump into the "Meet the Parents" thing."

                                            >"He just started asking about here not to long ago."

                                            >"Ah, that matters not i guess. We're here. Why don't you ask her yourself, Anoun?"

                                            >The whole time you were talking, you didn't notice that you have arrived in a suburban area of Paris

                                            >Lumiere was entering the car in a fancy gate in a fancy driveway to the fancy mansion

                                            >"Ooh! We're here already?" Fleur exclaims

                                            >"Mademoiselle, it was because you've arrived early in the morning, so the traffic was rather light."

                                            >"And i think she's already expecting us."

                                            >You and Fleur looked at each other at his remark, then looked at the figure by the front of the mansion.

                                            >It's Fleur's mother

                                            >And possibly, your mother too.

                                            >You gulp as Lumiere stops by her

                                            >"I'll be taking your bags to the house. You have a delightful time with her."

                                            >Lumiere exits the car and takes your things

                                            >Fleur exits the car excitedly, and hugs her mother

                                            >As they disengage from the hug, you take a good look at her face

                                            >The face that matches Fleur's

                                            >And the face that you hadn't seen....ever since the day she'd gone missing from your life

                                            >You are shocked. Lightning seemed to have ruptured down into your spine

                                            >This can't be. Is it her? It can't be her. But this face has only one owner, and it's your mother's

                                            >She turns to you, trying to make out your face through the heavily tinted window, as Fleur calls you out

                                            >You reach for the door, but your hand is shaking

                                            >You exit the car, and you turn to her

                                            >For a moment, she smiles to you, and you felt a warm feeling in your heart

                                            >But then, as if she's figured it out, her face turns into confusion, and into surprise

                                            >"...Anon?" She says, with worry accompanying the tone

                                            >"...Mother?" Fleur says, noticing the expressions you two have

                                            "Mom?"

                                            >You approach her slowly, your legs a bit shaking, ignoring the huge man you've built yourself into

                                            >"My dear Anon, is that you?"

                                            >She caresses your face, and you try to familiarize her touch. The touch you hadn't have in a long time

                                            >She then breaks down into tears, and you cry as well

                                            >This feeling of happiness, sadness, disgust, shock and whatever else coming to you

                                            >Fleur looked confused

                                            >She joined you two, and holds both of your hands

                                            >"Is something wrong?"

                                            >Mother...wipes off her tears, and looks at Fleur

                                            >"Fleur, is this your boyfriend?"

                                            >"Y-yes...he's my beloved Anoun...is something wrong Mother?"

                                            >"Fleur... *sob* ...."

                                            "Mom..."

                                            >"M-Mother? What is it?"

                                            >"He's...he's your little brother. Your brother that i left behind in America."

                                            >Fleur cupped her hands

                                            >Tears begin to flow from her eyes, staining her make-up

                                            >You look at her, but you're not sure what to say

                                            >"Is...is that what you wanted to talk about, Anoun?"

                                            >Her voice cracked at the end part of it

                                            "Yeah...i was so worried...but i...was so scared for it to be true..."

                                            "I wished it was just a coincidence...your face, your earrings..."

                                            >Fleur begins to sob and soon runs off into the house

                                            >Lumiere just returned, but Fleur bumps by him

                                            >"Monsieur Anonyme, I have placed your luggages to-- eh? Fleur?"

                                            >Fleur rushes up the fancy stairs, and headed to the right wing, presumably to her room

                                            >"Is something wrong, Madame?"

                                            >"...Lumiere." she wipes her tears

                                            > "I think it's time to end keeping secrets."

                                            >Moments later, you and your Mother sit by the sofas in the living room

                                            >In a span of minutes, your mother's sad expression went to a more serious one

                                            >Lumiere arrives holding a phone

                                            >"Your husband cannot come today due to his work, Madame, but he'll try and head back early tomorrow as fast as he can."

                                            >"Very well. And Fleur?"

                                            >"She's on her way down. As obvious as it is, she's really shocked by the revelation."

                                            >Right after the remark, Fleur arrives, still sobbing, but wiping her tears away

                                            >"Mother...Anoun..."

                                            >"Come here, my child. I have much to discuss, and plenty more when your father arrives."

                                            "Does...does he know? About me?"

                                            >"He does. But he doesn't know that you're here, at least, not yet."

                                            >" [sigh] Where do i start?..."

                                            >"Anon, i've never told you that you had a sister, right?"

                                            "Yes. Actually, you and Dad were always at work, we don't have too much time for family talk."

                                            "Especially when Dad goes home drunk every night, and...lashes out on you."

                                            >"You .... you knew?"

                                            "Every night, you take me to bed to put me to sleep early. Sometimes, i wake up in the middle of the night, hearing the screams and banging."

                                            "It wasn't too long ago that i figured out that he was beating you."

                                            >Fleur speaks up

                                            >"I could say the same too, Mother. You do bring him up sometimes, but you never dwell too deep on the conversation."

                                            >"How did he raise you?"

                                            "From a man like he is, what do you expect?"

                                            >She fell silent, and looks away

                                            >"That day, at the airport...i wanted to take you with me so bad."

                                            >"Do you remember the words your Father told you?"

                                            " 'She's never coming back. You're stuck with me, you little punk, and you'll deal with it.' "

                                            "And then you left. Never to come back."

                                            >She holds your hand

                                            >"How is he?"

                                            "Don't know. I left the house when i started training in the AWF performance center."

                                            >"AWF? OH yes, you are a wrestler."

                                            "Yeah. Don't worry, i haven't broke a bone or two."

                                            >"Does my step-father know about Anoun?"

                                            >"No, at least, not yet. Lumiere, have you told him?"

                                            >"Yes, Madame."

                                            >"I see."

                                            >"And Fleur, speaking of him...i think it's time for you to know, now that it's come to this."

                                            >"Mother?"

                                            >"Adam Couture, your step-father... IS your father."

                                            >Fleur gasps, and cups her hands

                                            >Even Lumiere is surprised.

                                            >"Madame..."

                                            >Fleur hugs Mom, and quietly sobs

                                            >"So...that settles my search for my real father."

                                            >"I know...i owe him a lot. He some of my secrets, yet he just went along with the ride. That's why i love him so much."

                                            >"Does he know that i am his daughter?"

                                            >"Yes."

                                            >"I see." Her hug tightens "I am glad."

                                            "So we .... really are brother and sister."

                                            >"Yes. You're ten years born apart, and Fleur is your older sister."

                                            ".....t-ten?"

                                            >"For some reason, you blush."

                                            >"H-huh?"

                                            >"Hm? You two don't know? You're a....erm...a couple now, yet you don't know your respective ages?"

                                            "Fleur's a bit...sensitive about that topic."

                                            >"Hmph...what, do you see me as an old hag now?"

                                            "No...you don't look like you're that old."

                                            >"Was that a lover's quarrel or a sibling squabble?" Lumiere asks.

                                            >You three glare daggers at him.

                                            >"Eh, sorry. I thought i could lighten up the mood."

                                            >"Now is not the time for jokes." Your Mother remarks.

                                            "I'm 23...then that makes Fleur..."

                                            >Fleur then glares daggers at you.

                                            "A-anyways, back to the matter at hand. How'd you end up with my Dad?"

                                            >"It's a...long story."

                                            >She lets go of Fleur for a moment.

                                            >"10 years before we met, I was already dating Adam. I conceived Fleur a year into his fashion business."

                                            >"But when his parents heard that he was dating an American, they sent him home. He never came back the following years."

                                            >"I sent him letters, but he never replied. It was when I moved to France that I found out that his parents were hiding the letters."

                                            "Where are they now?"

                                            >"They died 3 years ago." Fleur adds

                                            "I see..."

                                            >"I didn't know what to do with Fleur. Thankfully, my old highschool buddies, who are also into the fashion business, helped me raise Fleur."

                                            >"My 3 Aunties, no? Do they also know of Anoun?"

                                            >"I...i'll explain to them...soon."

                                            "Ma, you sure have a knack for keeping secrets."

                                            >"Believe me, it has helped and burdened me in the years past. But don't worry. Other than the fact that you are siblings, I'm not hiding anymore secrets for you two."

                                            >"But back to your Dad. He was my boyfriend from highschool and I stumbled upon him one day. I thought I could somehow, rely on him on raising Fleur."

                                            >"But he knocked me up on our 5th date. That's where Anon comes in."

                                            >"He showed his true colors after that. We didn't marry, but i stayed with him for Anon's sake. To at least know that he has a father."

                                            >"If I told him about Fleur, who knows what he could've done to her."

                                            >"So i played it safe, and raised you two seperately."

                                            "So that's your excuse for always being on overtime?"

                                            >"Yes. I'm sorry."


                                            "N-no, I'm not mad. At least, after I just heard the whole reason why."

                                            >Mom sighs

                                            >"I should be. I should've come back for you when you needed me."

                                            "Don't worry. I toughened up so I could stand against my Dad, and I think it went well. I left our house when I tried out for the AWF Performance Center, and moved in to a cozy apartment."

                                            >"Oh yes, you are a wrestler now, right?"

                                            "Mhm. And don't worry. I never had a serious injury in my career."

                                            >"Not yet...still. I'm not exactly sure what I can do with you two, now you know the truth. You're a couple, yet you're siblings. I have to--

                                            >Fleur cuts her off.

                                            >"Uhm, about that..."

                                            >"What is it Fleur?"

                                            >"Anoun and I....we have...copulated."

                                            >"...."

                                            >"What?"

                                            >Mom's eyes widen and her jaw drops

                                            "5 or....6 times."

                                            >"You two had sex?!"

                                            >Lumiere clears his throat

                                            >"I'll get some...tea."

                                            >He then storms off

                                            >Mom holds her chest, and breathes heavily

                                            >"Oh this is bad...you're not pregnant, are you Fleur?!"

                                            >"I was hoping to be..."

                                            >"Oh Mon Dieu..."

                                            >Some maids approached and gave her a fan, another gave her a glass of water on a tray

                                            >With a seperate plate for ice cubes

                                            >This house sure is fancy

                                            >After she calmed down, you began to talk again, and it went on for the whole day

                                            >Literally

                                            >You and Fleur told her about the time you two met, started dating, then told her about your matches

                                            >You had a few laughs in between while catching up

                                            >Seems like she wants to understand what you went through together, so she could at least sink in the thought of you two being a true couple than being siblings

                                            >"I see. But even so, you two are siblings. Being your mother, I can't just get along with it."

                                            "Eh...it could actually be your fault, you know?"

                                            >"[sigh] Fine..."

                                            >You got the feeling that she didn't really take this too kindly, yet she's giving off a calm expression.

                                            >"Tomorrow Fleur,  I will get you checked up to the doctor, just to be sure. After we've talked with your father, of course."

                                            >"Oui, Mama."

                                            >"It's getting late. Go to sleep, you two."

                                            "I don't wanna. I still want to talk...come on Mom, it's been years."

                                            >"I know, sweetie, but the doctor has a strict schedule on when he's available, and your...stepfather...knowing him, he'll probably...make a plan on this situation."

                                            "Oh...."

                                            >"Don't worry. I'll find all the time for us tomorrow."

                                            "You promise?"

                                            >"I promise."

                                            >She holds your hands again, and gives you a kiss on the cheek. A long, tender one.

                                            >After she lets go, she looks at Lumiere

                                            >"Lumiere, please accompany my son to his room."

                                            >Fleur quickly retaliated

                                            >"Wh-what? Anoun gets to sleep in another room?!"

                                            >Sweet, she already gave you a ro-- wait what

                                            >Your mother nods

                                            "That's...pretty convenient."

                                            >"Actually, Monsieur Anonyme, it's for the man Fleur brings home to present to us as his boyfriend. But, as we see, things turned out differently."

                                            >"Hmph...I wanted Anoun to sleep with me." She then crosses her arms

                                            >"Fleur, you just found out that your boyfriend is your brother! Honey, i know you're upset, but just as Lumiere said, things have turned out differently. As for you and Anon's relationship.. I...I've yet to think this through."

                                            >".....can I at least accompany him to his room?"

                                            >You feel like you should have a say on this

                                            >"Fleur..."

                                            >"Mother..."

                                            >"....."

                                            >Mom raises a finger

                                            >"Fine. But no...no sex, alright?"

                                            >Fleur quickly went back to her more cheerful self

                                            >"Oui!"

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            "Uh...yeah sure. I can't promise about Fleur though."

                                            >"Oh behave, you two. Go along now."

                                            >"Very well, Mama. Good night."

                                            >Fleur gives your Mom a peck on the cheek, and passes by you with a smile.

                                            >"Monsieur Anonyme, if you may, please follow me."

                                            "Allright. Night, Mom."

                                            >"Goodnight, Anon..."

                                            >You kiss her on the forehead, and follow Lumiere, up the stairs, and through the hallway, in the opposite direction of what seemed to be Fleur's room

                                            >You can't quite get a good feeling about Fleur though

                                            >Sure, every night when you're tired, she said she'll let you sleep, then the next thing you realized, you're inside her

                                            >And that's when she assured you that she'll let you be, and she was wearing that same smile.

                                            >It was kind of sexy, actually

                                            >But that was when you didn't know that she was your older sister

                                            >Your big, sexy, meaty, sweet-smelling sister

                                            >Even though she's your sister...you've done a lot together that siblings shouldn't have done

                                            >But...it feels kind of...

                                            >No boner, stahp

                                            >Oh, wait, he's up anyway

                                            >Thankfully, your attention was taken by Lumiere, who called you out when he opened the door

                                            >"Is something wrong, Monsieur Anonyme?"

                                            "Huh? No, it's...nothing."

                                            >"Ah, I see. Shall I help you in fixing your luggage?"

                                            "No thanks, i got it covered."

                                            >"Very well. Inside, by the left side of the bed, is the room's very own bathroom. On the right side is a telephone, should you need something."

                                            "Allright. Thanks, Lumiere."

                                            >As you enter the room, you--HOLY SHIT

                                            >This room is huge. And fancy.

                                            >The bed has that overhead frame, and there's drapes hanging over it, the dressing cabinet's made out of wood, and is carved beautifully, though you assume it's empty

                                            >And beside the cupboard where the telephone is placed, there's a desk and a chair,

                                            >And there's sorts of stuff just placed neatly

                                            >It even has a balcony right about the front of the door

                                            "Wow. Just....wow."

                                            >"Impressed, Monsieur?"

                                            "This is is just a guest room, right?"

                                            >"Yes. Though, if I had known that you are the Madame's son..."

                                            "Nah, don't fret. I think...this all is...really, really fancy."

                                            >"Thank you, Monsieur. Would you need anything else?"

                                            "I think i'm good. Goodnight, Lumiere."

                                            >He just nods, and heads off.

                                            >You laid out your stuff, which is about enough for a week

                                            >Though, with what happened today, your initial plans for this trip might change

                                            >Tomorrow, Fleur's supposed to be on her photoshoot, yet Mom's taking her to the doctor

                                            >Presumably, to see if she's preg--wait

                                            >Pregnancy doesn't start about 6-12 days after you've had sex

                                            >And the first time you came inside her was just 4 days ago

                                            >At least, from what you knew

                                            >You'll probably tell Mom tomorrow

                                            >And then, with Fancy Pants coming home tomorrow, you guys would probably spend some time with him

                                            >You lay down on bed, and you're quite sure sinking from its softness

                                            >Oh God this bed is soft

                                            >So are the pillows

                                            >It's so relaxing. You needed this after all what happened today

                                            >As you shift around, finding a comfortable spot on this bed, which is everywhere, you are about to drift asleep

                                            >That is until you felt something lay down on your bed

                                            >You look at who it is and--

                                            "F-Fleur?!"

                                            >"Bonjour, Anoun." She says with a giggle

                                            "How'd you..."

                                            >"I snuck out of my room, and when Lumiere went downstairs, I went in and opened the door quietly..."

                                            >"Did I surprise you?"

                                            "Pretty much, yeah."

                                            >She looks at you with a gleaming smile and fluttering eyes

                                            >She slowly grabs your abdomen, trying to feel your abs as she inches closer to you

                                            >It arouses you, but...

                                            "Fleur. No. Not tonight."

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            >You hold her arms, and put it aside

                                            >"Anoun?"

                                            "Fleur, didn't you just hear? We talked about it for the whole day."

                                            >"...."

                                            "We're brother and sister. Don't you think we should..."

                                            >"....should what?"

                                            "...stop doing...this?"

                                            >"Anoun..."

                                            "Fleur, please understand. I still love you, but now that you're my sister, or, half-sister, technically...

                                            >"Non, Anoun, it's you who should understand."

                                            "...understand what?"

                                            >"I know that a lot was revealed to us, but...I just can't see you as my brother."

                                            >"In fact, knowing that you are my brother, and we have done a lot of forbidden acts together...it makes me...much more...aroused!"

                                            >When she said "aroused", she looks at you, giving off a needy look, yet her eyes look happy and frustrated

                                            >You'd probably understand if she's distraught, but how did she hide it from you and Mom

                                            >She then clung on to you

                                            >"Anoun...I know that Maman has forbidden us but...I can't help myself."

                                            >She tightens her grip on you

                                            >"I neeeed it...please..."

                                            "Fleur...."

                                            >She then sits up, on your abdomen, as she slowly takes off her top

                                            >You can't do anything but watch, as she throws her top aside, before she leans over you

                                            >"Anoun...can you help me take off my bra?"

                                            >Your conscience says no, but your boner says yes

                                            >There was a moment of silence between you two, and the only things you hear is her heavy breathing

                                            >You admit, it's just been a day, and you also can't just see her as your sister

                                            >You can't say the same about what she said earlier

                                            >Sure, you still love her so much, but not to the point that her being your sister makes it more arousing

                                            >But yet...your hands start moving on its own

                                            >You take-off the strap of her bra

                                            >Before you do though, it feels like the bra is tight around her chest

                                            >She takes it off, and waves it around before she throws it aside and gives you that needy look again

                                            >You're not sure if you can handle thi--

                                            >Fuck it

                                            >You take off your shirt and you throw it away

                                            >You grab her by the lower back, and she pushes you on the bed, laying on top of you

                                            "Fleur...you better not regret this."

                                            >"It's allright, mon ami. You promised you'll take care of me, right?"

                                            "....."

                                            >You begin to dig down into her mouth

                                            >She wrestles your tongue with hers, and the foreplay only goes intense as you hug each other tight

                                            >You arch your leg up, pushing her upwards by her bum, allowing her body and her head on level to yours

                                            >She moans for a bit, before pulling of to take a breath

                                            >"A-Anoun..."

                                            >You pull her in, and engage in another deep kiss

                                            >She carefully grips your head, as you go for her neck, and down to the top of her chest

                                            >"Mmmnnh...c'est la mélodie..."

                                            >You wonder what she said

                                            >Bet it's something to do with "melody"

                                            >You should really start to learn French soon

                                            >You then sit up, with Fleur now sitting on your lap, still kissing her

                                            >You now focus on her cleavage, and with that Fleur kisses your forehead, and sniffs your head

                                            >"Mnhh...."

                                            >You let her get content with your scent, before you slowly push her down on the bed

                                            >You pull her shorts down, then her panties

                                            >"Anoun..."

                                            >You take off your pants and underwear, and before you dig right in, you look at her in the eyes

                                            "...you still want to do this?"

                                            >"Oui...car c'est peut-être notre dernier."

                                            "...what?"

                                            >She giggles

                                            >"Give it to me."

                                            >And you delivered

                                            >She lets out a soothing moan as you enter her crevice

                                            >Its walls slip and slide, tightening as you move further inside

                                            >She gasps, and covers her mouth

                                            >"S-sorry."

                                            "Are you alright?"

                                            >"Keep going..."

                                            >You begin to thrust, her splayed legs limply moves about in accordance to your movement

                                            >She locks her gaze with your eyes, moaning and groaning as you slowly go faster

                                            >As you return your gaze to her, you see those weird heart things swirling around in her eyes

                                            >Her lavender-y scent oozes with her musk, seemingly trying to put you under its spell

                                            >Your mind begins to dunk you in intrusive thoughts, and when Fleur moaned a bit more audibly, you figured that she has too

                                            >This may feel like your typical sex, but there's something different about it, yet you can't point your finger at it

                                            >Oh , yeah

                                            >You're fucking your sister

                                            >Your mind goes wild, and you thrust faster

                                            >Fleur's head lean upwards,moans your name a few times, and holds on to you even tighter

                                            >As she looks back at you, she smiles, and few tears flow down her eyes

                                            >Tears of pain or tears of joy, you do not know

                                            >She crosses her legs around your waist, as she goes closer to your ear

                                            >"I'm....i'm cumming Anon..."

                                            "..."

                                            >You act within instinct, you unleash your load inside, filling up her womb

                                            >She was about to moan loudly, but you suppressed it with a deep kiss

                                            >After the tension subsides, you lay down beside her, and she scoots over to you

                                            >"Anoun..."

                                            "Fleur..."

                                            >No more words come after that short exchange

                                            >You quickly fell into slumber, with Fleur in your arms