it was on that one night when he saw her getting out of the bathroom, wearing only a diaphanous nightrobe. svelte and graceful. he thought that she probably forgot about the male guests, but he had always been a bit too naive. he never noticed her before, in their early childhood. they had separate governesses. he could only hear her voice wading slowly through the rooms.
next morning, they accidentaly bumped into each other. at least that's what he thought. yet right there he could only think about ripping her hat off and taking a hand full of her long blonde hair, crashing her rose, almost surreal lips into a brutal kiss. he flinged away the horrible thought.
'you've grown into a fine woman, sis'
she blushed terribly, and rushed down the stairs, because not even in their later relationship she could admit her feelings for him.
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