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Whenever Helaena's older brother came home after a semester away, she knew she would not have a moment's peace all weekend. The atmosphere in the house changed the instant he walked through the front door. The air became heavy, and Helaena could barely walk through the kitchen without her heart racing with every step at the thought of bumping into him in the hallway.
Aegon never hesitated before teasing her every time he saw her trying to go unnoticed. He used to call her ‘little bunny’ ever since she was a toddler, always afraid and running away from him as if he were some kind of predator. There was no hint of affection behind that nickname, it was pure mockery, especially after Aegon became an adult and Helaena grew up enough to no longer be considered a child.
Even so, in Aegon's eyes, she remained the same pathetic little girl she had always been, no matter that she was now fourteen years old.
Teasing her was the first thing he did upon returning home for Winter Break and seeing her again that morning. A smirk had tugged at the corner of his lip as he had made a point of whispering — low enough so their parents would not hear — just how pathetic she still was. It was not as if Helaena expected sweet words from him, yet her cheeks flushed with shame nonetheless.
And it was the same kind of shame she was feeling during dinner, sitting next to Aegon at the table while the rest of the family occupied the other chairs, none of them bothering to start a conversation. If it were not for Daeron, they would have spent the entire meal in complete silence.
“So… what was the coolest class you took this past semester?” the youngest boy asked, laid-back as usual and with that enthusiasm that seemed almost too childlike for someone with a big reputation for flirting at high school.
Aegon shrugged, twirling some spaghetti around his fork and bringing it to his mouth. “It’s all shit.” Everyone except Daeron winced at his vulgarity. Alicent took a deep breath to suppress the urge to reprimand her eldest son. “Well... Business Communication wasn't so bad, actually. Sometimes I got a kick out of pitching mock ads to hypothetical clients... seeing if I could talk them into buying my bullshit.”
Helaena would be lying if she said she was not paying attention to their talk. Her food was barely touched since she sat down next to Aegon, and her stomach growled every few minutes because of that, though she was not even worrying about it at the moment.
She was eager to hear him talking more about his college routine. Viserys, on the other hand, had other plans. “And what about the minor you have to declare? Have you decided yet?”
Aegon did not even bother to look at his father. “Yeah. I decided not to declare one.” His answer hung in the air for only a few seconds, as Alicent’s indignation surfaced faster than anyone expected.
“What do you mean you decided not to declare one, Aegon? You could've declared one since last semester.”
“It’s optional. Anyone knows that, mom.”
His indifference was like throwing gasoline on a fire. “It’s still important. Look at Aemond. You should use him as an example to follow.” She then gestured toward her second son, the one who could not stop glowering at Aegon. Much like Helaena — but for many different reasons — he had also hoped his older brother would not come home for Winter Break. It was bad enough having to see him again during Summer Vacation…
Aegon let out a humorless laugh, his gaze shifting to Aemond before turning back to his mother. “An example to follow? Just ‘cause he chose a Criminology minor in the first semester of sophomore year?”
“Because he has a career plan!” Alicent corrected, her grip on her fork tightening. “He wants to become a Criminal Defense Attorney. It’s a competitive but very influential field.”
“Criminal Defense Attorney…” Aegon repeated, placing his free hand over his heart in a mock display of surprise, then rolled his eyes. “Ohhh, c’mon. It’s more likely Aemond will become a criminal than defend one.”
Daeron could barely hold back a giggle, nearly choking on his orange juice. Even Helaena let a chuckle slip. Aemond, on the other hand, only shot a death glare at his older brother, who threw him a wink in return.
Taking advantage of the fact that their mother had become distracted again — this time arguing with Viserys about the situation — Daeron turned to his siblings. “I was thinking of applying to International Relations. I’ve looked into a few universities... I’m not sure which one I’ll choose yet, but it seems cool.”
Helaena smiled at her brother in support, even though she had already been aware of the news for weeks. Aegon's expression remained serious, but he gave Daeron a slight nod, muttering that the International Relations major suited him. If it were Daeron sitting there in Helaena’s place, Aegon probably would have given him a pat on the back to congratulate him on the choice.
Before any of the children had a chance to continue their conversation — or at least to go back to eating in silence — Viserys was already bringing the discussion back to the surface. “You aren’t putting any effort into your studies, Aegon.”
Their father’s reprimand cut through the brief seconds of peace, and Helaena could not hold back a sigh in frustration. The longer the four siblings had to sit there at the table listening to the lecture directed at Aegon, the longer she would have to stay near him.
“Your future depends on that. You need to focus on it instead of those damn fraternity parties you go to every week. You won’t be twenty-one forever.”
It was not unusual to witness their father scold his eldest son about the lifestyle he had adopted since moving away for college. Helaena was used to hear the fights between Aegon and Viserys, whether in person or over the phone, so she was already prepared for Aegon to snap back with some counter-argument that would make the atmosphere heavier.
What she witnessed, however, was far from anything she expected. Aegon did not even need to think of what to say to defend himself, since Aemond’s scoff everyone’s attention at the table.
“Your dear daughter must know a lot about career planning, since she quit her job to become a camgirl.”
The silence that fell over the table felt almost palpable. Helaena’s stomach churned, the spaghetti and meatballs suddenly tasting too salty and the Coke too sugary. Daeron’s eyes were wide. Alicent and Viserys stared at Aemond, shock frozen on their faces. Aegon, on the other hand, looked at his younger brother as if he had just told the best joke he had ever heard.
“Are you kidding me? Rhaenyra? She's a…?” Aegon could barely finish the question, bursting into laughter after he glanced at his father, who was so pale Helaena thought he might have a heart attack right then and there in front of all of them.
That near-argument was completely forgotten, since the eldest son was far from caring about anything else other than prying more information out of Aemond, who was the current target of their father's fury.
"Wait, isn't that bitch knocked up?"
Alicent sighed when she heard him interrupt the current argument — this one between Aemond and Viserys. “Aegon… don’t call her that in front of your dad.”
Aegon was not unfazed by his mother's tone. Instead, his smirk grew wider. “What? I’m just shocked that my dear, very pregnant sister is flashing her pussy online with a baby bump instead of following whatever great career plan she must've made when she was my age.”
The irony of the situation did not go unnoticed by anyone at the table. Helaena shrank further and further into her chair as the argument escalated and her father's agitated shouts grew louder. She had already given up on eating, the glass where she had poured orange juice at the beginning of dinner was also empty. If she could get closer to where Daeron was sitting, she would ask him to share his juice, which was still half full, but the only person next to her was Aegon, and she knew he would not want to be distracted from that chaos.
Even so, however, she nudged his shoulder to draw his attention to herself. Anything to stop the fight as much as she could before the night was absolutely ruined. In a low, hesitant voice, barely a whisper, she murmured, “I… I want to major in Photography in the future.”
To Helaena’s surprise, her attempt worked easier than she expected. Aegon — who was about to make a joke accusing his younger brother of digging through pregnancy kink porn — turned to her with a furrowed brow, his gaze falling to her index finger, the one that she had touched him with.
The words she had just uttered took a while to make sense in Aegon's mind. As soon as they did, Helaena’s momentary relief vanished.
Another smirk tugged at Aegon’s lips as he looked at her, his blue eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “Well, well… so we’re gonna have a photographer in the family in a few years? That’s great! That way you can help our big sister take pictures for her OnlyFans.”
Helaena felt her stomach churn and her cheeks flush as she imagined what it would be like to use her future knowledge to work as an assistant for Rhaenyra’s page. The thought itself was senseless, something she knew Aegon was saying only to make her feel bad for trying to light the mood.
All the shame Helaena was feeling seemed to intensify twofold as she noticed how shamelessly Aegon was staring at her chest. The fabric of her long-sleeved pajama top was a bit too thin for winter, the cold left Helaena’s nipples hard even though the heater was working perfectly. For a second, she considered crossing her arms over her chest to shield her modesty from Aegon's appraising gaze. His smirk remained on his face, now smugger than ever, as if he thought he was the one causing those reactions in her body.
And maybe — just maybe — he was right. Helaena realized this when she felt a heat in her core the moment her brother brought his hand to her thigh over her sweatpants. “Then again I think you should become a camgirl too, little sis. You’ve gotten a lot hotter lately. I’m sure plenty of guys would drop their cash just to watch those pretty, big tits bounce while you play with yourself.”
The digital clock on the nightstand read 1:00 AM when Helaena stopped tossing and turning in bed and gave up on trying to fall asleep. Viserys's argument with his two eldest sons had cast a heavy shadow over the house. After he made it clear that Rhaenyra’s new career was a forbidden topic for Aemond and Aegon, the whole family went to their rooms earlier than normal. Yet, Helaena had not been able to focus on resting, her mind insisted on replaying everything that had happened that night. Most of all, those words her brother had whispered with such depravity.
It was not her brothers's argument with their father that kept her awake. What worried Helaena the most was the fact that she could still feel the weight of Aegon's palm on her thigh if she made even the slightest effort to remember. Helaena knew that 'worry' was not the better word to describe the emotion that was consuming her whenever she thought about Aegon’s touch, his words or the shameless way he looked at her.
Actually, none of it worried her, at least not in the conventional way it was supposed to. Lying there in bed, staring at the ceiling, Helaena let her body's reactions speak for themselves once again. The heat between her legs returned and she forced herself to remember the way Aegon had treated her ever since she was a child, too innocent to understand why her older brother was a complete asshole who loved making her afraid of him.
Every time she tried to steer her thoughts toward other things, they always ended up back on Aegon anyway. She could not stop wondering what he was doing at that very moment. Was he in his old bedroom, already asleep? Or was he naked, with his fist wrapped around his own cock? Was he touching himself while thinking of someone?
One of his ex-girlfriends? Some college girl? Her? Rhaenyra?
Until that night, Aegon’s sex life had not been something that fazed her. He had been known as a notorious player since his teenage years, and that had never been anything new to Helaena. Her heart had never clenched at the thought of her brother with some girl, but the possibility of Aegon fantasizing about their half-sister left her frustrated, angry, even. She did not hate Rhaenyra, though. They had not spent enough time together. Yet, that hint of jealously would not go away.
The more she remembered her brother touching her so intimately, the more aroused she became. And most of the time, it was rare for Aegon to elicit any response from Helaena other than fear or resentment.
After a few minutes, she had not realized how far her thoughts were wandering until she felt the dampness in her pussy with her own fingers — which she had guided there with a naturalness that was surprising for someone who did not masturbate often. Although she had barely hesitated to slip a hand down her sweatpants, going beyond that was proving to be a struggle. Just like the rare occasions in the past, her touches failed to spark the reaction she was hoping for.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Helaena also slid her free palm under the pajama top, seeking out her breasts. She groped the soft, full flesh and pinched one nipple between her thumb and forefinger, all while her other hand was working against her folds.
No matter how hard she tried to find some relief, the movements she made against her clit were too clumsy. She imagined Aegon’s hands in place of her own. She imagined the cruel smirk he would wear upon seeing her lift her hips in search of more friction. And the longer she failed to please herself, the more she fantasized about her brother — the one who was so mean to her in their daily life — desiring her more than he had ever desired any other girl.
With her attention entirely consumed by her ministrations and imagination, Helaena did not notice the sound of approaching footsteps until it was too late. The bedroom door swung open, making her froze in place. Her eyes locked with Aegon’s, his presence illuminated by the dim light of the hallway. At first, he looked just as shocked as she was, never expecting to catch his younger sister masturbating in the middle of the night.
He did not retreat or pretend he had not seen anything, though. The shock across his face vanished, replaced by amusement, and Aegon stepped into the room, just like that, closing the door behind him. As he took each step toward Helaena, he got a more privileged view of the state she was in: one hand stuffed down her panties, the other holding the firm weight of her breast, and those wide blue eyes staring back at him...
Stopping right by the edge of the bed, Aegon looked her up and down, then let out a low, muffled laugh — yet equally humiliating, the exact kind that always made Helaena feel sick to her stomach.
“Look at you, Helaena… getting caught rubbing your pussy like a bitch in heat.”
The blood ran cold in Helaena’s veins. In a desperate reflex, she jerked both hands away from her body. The proof of what she had been doing seconds ago was impossible to miss. The digits she had used to pleasure herself were glistening with her juices, their sweet scent lingering in the bedroom air. Before she could wipe them on the sheet or pull the comforter up, Aegon moved fast. Catching her wrist just in time, he held her pinned for a few seconds, then forced her into a sitting position with a sharp yank, while he sat down on the edge of the mattress right beside her.
Instead of letting her go, he brought her hand closer to his nose, taking a deep breath of the unmistakable scent. The first tears began to pool in the corners of Helaena's eyes.
“Hmm… that virgin pussy smells so sweet,” he tsked under his breath, laughing as he watched Helaena flinch, an attempt to break free. “I can't believe my little sister rubs herself like a child who doesn't even know what a clit is.”
Helaena pulled harder to wrench her arm away this time, but it only made Aegon tighten his grip, not caring if it would leave bruises on her pale skin by morning. “S-Stop… Please.”
That breakdown made him laugh again, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mockery and lust “Stop what, little sis? Don’t be so fucking dramatic.”
“Just… leave me alone, brother. Go back to your room, daydream about them or her. I don't care.” The lie came out shaky, broken by a sob she let escape, not knowing how to disguise both her crying and unusual jealousy.
“Her? Who's her?” Leaning closer, Aegon could see how the blue of her irises turned lighter now that they were full of tears, looking like two precious gems. “No way… Fuck, you're really a jealous little thing. Did you think that's what I was doing in my room, huh? Jerking off to someone? To Rhaenyra, of all people... Is that what was making you jealous?”
Helaena shook her head, sobbing too loudly and making Aegon glance quickly toward the door. He was not in the mood to be caught red-handed by their mother, who would surely rush in if she woke up to the sound of her precious daughter crying.
Aegon rolled his eyes as he looked back at his sister's face, her devastated, ashamed expression faltering his annoyance for a fraction of a second. Huffing, he broke his grip around her wrist, but he did not pull away not even an inch, ready to grab her back if she gave any sign of trying to run. “Relax, you idiot. I wasn't jerking off to anyone, much less thinking about our half-sister. That whore isn't my type.”
Still sobbing, Helaena furrowed her brow in confusion, not entirely buying his last words. From what she knew, Aegon was not so picky when it came to women, precisely because he liked sleeping around with so many of them. The idea of him having a favorite type left her curious, though equally tense.
“Oh, c'mon. Is it so bad that I have my favorites?”
Since Helaena did not answer his rhetoric question, Aegon continued, his eyes roaming over her body. “My favorites are the ones exactly like you, sister. Younger and innocent… They’re perfect for getting ruined by my cock.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she gave him a stare mixed with shame and mortification. Hearing that confession made the nausea return, alongside the arousal.
Aegon huffed, running out of patience with Helaena’s silence, his voice dropping into a low, disdainful tone. “I came here to ask you about what you told me at dinner, but instead I accidentally found out you can’t even play with your pussy without looking like an idiot. So fucking pathetic, Helaena.”
Even though his words cut deep, her body betrayed her in the most humiliating way possible. She rubbed her thighs together, desperate to sooth the throbbing heat between them, feeling the slickness as she pressed her swollen clit against the seam of her pants. The motion was subtle, but Aegon caught it instantly. His eyebrows shot up before he let out a low chuckle.
“Holy shit, Helaena! You liked that, didn't you? You got wet just because I called you pathetic. Fucking weirdo.” He shook his head in amusement. “Having a thing for your brother who’s been bullying you since you were a kid, huh? What kind of fucked-up little slut have you turned into?”
Helaena's tears streamed nonstop down her flushed cheeks. The shame was overwhelming, and even worse was the sickening realization that, deep down, everything he said was true. Her voice came out broken. “I’m not… I’m not a slut.”
“Like hell you’re not!” Aegon cut her off, enjoying every second of her breakdown, “You’re soaking wet. I bet you’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? Getting fucked by own your older brother. You're a goddamn freak, yet you don't know how to make yourself cum.”
At those words, her crying grew louder. Then, on an impulse born of pure desperation, she whispered through tears. "So help me, please, brother… If I'm so pathetic, teach me how to do it right."
As her plea hung in the air, Aegon fell silent for ten whole seconds, brow furrowed while he stared at her so intently that Helaena swore she could see the gears turning inside his mind. Immediately, regret hit her hard, just like the urge to beg him to forget she had ever asked that.
After a few more seconds that felt like hours, Aegon licked his lips. "Are you sure? No running to tell mom afterward."
Already sensing what the consequences might be, Helaena nodded, even though he had not even mentioned what he would do to her if she dared to tell anything to Alicent or anyone else. Taking her response as a good sign, he leaned back against the headboard. "Strip down. I wanna see how fuckable my little sister has gotten since the last time I saw her."
The trembling in Helaena's hands intensified as she obeyed, pulling off her clothes along with her baby blue cotton panties, tossing them carefully onto the floor. When she was finally naked, Aegon let out a whistle in appreciation, gesturing for her to come closer and settling her between his legs, with her back pressed against his chest.
“Good girl,” he whispered the unexpected praise right into her ear. His cock was rock hard, pressed against her ass. For a fleeting moment, she considered begging him to let her touch it, to at least see it, but the words died in her throat.
Oblivious to her silent desire, Aegon reached around and grabbed her breasts from behind, letting out a deep, pleased sigh as he felt their generous weight overflowing in his hands. He groped and squeezed the soft flesh, repeatedly lifting the heavy mounds and watching them bounce back down, fascinated like a boy with a brand new toy.
“These tits feel so damn good. Way too good for a pathetic girl like you, actually,” he breathed, thumbs brushing slow circles over her pink nipples before pinching and tugging them hard. Throughout his life, Aegon had already played with plenty of tits, and he was starting to realize that his younger sister’s were among the most fun to play with. They were large, not quite reaching their full potential as she was still in her teens, but they were far more developed than her friends’.
“Fucking perfect for a titjob. Just the right size to bury my cock between them until I paint them white.”
After groping Helaena for long minutes, one of Aegon’s hands finally trailed down her stomach, slipping between her thighs. She was already soaked there, her body betraying how desperately she craved his attention. The moment his fingertip brushed against her clit, a soft, shaky breath escaped her lips. Swallowing hard, she tried to steady herself as best as she could.
All she knew of sex came from a few porn she had watched out of pure curiosity, plus the erotic books she read so often since her best friend introduced her to that world. But none of them had taught her how to properly pleasure herself, and now she was about to be touched for real by her own older brother, who clearly knew exactly what he was doing.
“I haven't even fingered that pussy yet and you’re already dripping."
Helaena shrank at his words, looking down to watch his middle finger circle her clit once again, still moving slowly and gently, testing her reactions. The slickness clung to the blonde curls she had left unshaven that week, and Helaena already knew Aegon was going to mock her for it. “Brother, I didn't—”
Already knowing what she was about to say, Aegon clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “What a filthy baby sister I have… can’t even keep her pussy neat for me.”
A fresh wave of tears stung her eyes as she tried to close her legs. Aegon used his free hand to push one of her thighs open wider, while his middle finger continued torturing her with lazy, torturous circles around her bud. “Aww, don’t get so shy now. That's cute, actually. Your little bush all messy and soaked… it makes you look even more like a pathetic virgin.”
He dragged his finger lower, spreading her wetness through the short, damp hairs. Helaena whimpered, bucking her hips against his palm, eager for the friction. The shame only made her wetter, and she hated how obvious her growing arousal was. To her misfortune, Aegon did not miss it either.
Suddenly, everything stopped. Without warning, he pulled his touches away from her aching center. “Your turn. I wanna see you do it by yourself now.”
Helaena blinked in confusion, mind foggy with need. It took her a while to remember that it was her fault that they had started it. Or rather, it was the fault of her inability to pleasure herself like a grown girl should, without her brother's help.
She could feel Aegon’s eyes on her, watching her every movement like a predator hungry for his prey. Her fingers trailed down until they reached her center, the slick sound of her own arousal causing herself to flinch. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she rubbed it in slow, uncertain circles, trying to mimic what Aegon had done. Despite her efforts, her touches felt too awkward and clumsy compared to his confident ones.
Aegon did his best to stay quiet, to let her struggle on her own, but the moment her hips started bucking up desperately and her ministrations became sloppier, he lost all patience. “Faster, Helaena. You’re not petting a fucking kitten.” His voice dripped with condescension.
The embarrassment of being watched by him while she touched herself made her want to disappear, but she obeyed his command again anyway. With every soft moan that escaped her mouth, a low chuckle came from Aegon. Helaena had to focus twice as hard to keep going and not get distracted by her brother, who would not stop groping her heavy breasts the entire time.
After a few more pathetic attempts, Aegon replaced Helaena's hand with his own. His touches were aggressive and demanding from the very first second, two thick fingers rubbing against her swollen, oversensitive clit. A wet squelching filled the room, too loud and almost impossible to disguise if someone in the family woke up and walked down the corridor. The most likely possibility would be their mother. Or Daeron, who sometimes stayed up late to play Overwatch and talk on Discord with his friends.
The idea of her and Aegon being caught by one of their parents or brothers was terrifying, yet it only made her twice as aroused.
Noticing how much slicker his sister’s pussy was, Aegon started applying more pressure, feeling her clit throbbing. Helaena’s entire body jolted violently at the sudden shift in intensity, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with discomfort flooding her senses.
“See, you idiot? This is how you fucking do it. Stop being so gentle like a scared little virgin, or do you only know how to cum when your big brother does it for you?”
All those sensations were too intense, too painful after being edged for so long. Her thighs shook and her stomach tightened, warm tears running down her rosy cheeks as the release crashed over her. Violently and embarrassingly fast. A powerful wave of pleasure ripped through her core, making her hips grind Aegon’s hand, her juices gushing all over his fingers while a broken, high-pitched moan tore from her throat.
That was her first orgasm in all her fourteen years of life, raw and devastating. For a few blissful seconds, her mind went blank. But Aegon did not stop. Even as Helaena was still trembling and whimpering from the post-climax, Aegon gave her swollen little bud three light slaps that made her whimper in pain and shock.
“Ah— It hurts!" she gasped loudly, squirming and trying to get away from him.
Instead of being merciful, Aegon positioned two fingers at her entrance to push them inside her in one firm motion. Before Helaena cried out, he clamped his hand over her mouth, his warm palm pressed tightly against her soft lips. “Shut up and take it.”
The stretch was so brutal and sudden that she felt as if her walls were being split in two. Still, Aegon fingerfucked deeper, stretching her virgin core with a low groan of satisfaction.
“You feel so fucking tight… I bet this pussy has never taken anything before, has it? And now you're creaming all over your big brother’s fingers like a little slut.” He began to pump his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, forcing Helaena's body to take every inch.
Desperate from the overstimulation, Helaena writhed between Aegon’s legs, her back pressed against his chest. When she threw her head back and her blue eyes met his, Aegon had to use every ounce of his self-control not to flip her onto her stomach and fuck her senseless. The hunger in his gaze made her stomach twist… No boy at school had ever looked at her like that.
“Stop crying, Helaena. You wanted me to teach you, remember? So take it. Take your brother’s fingers like the pathetic little virgin you are.” He curled them against that sensitive spot inside her walls while his palm ground roughly against throbbing clit. Her slickness coated his hand down to the wrist, those squelching sounds growing louder with every thrust.
Aegon noticed how her whimpers were intensifying despite his hand over her lips, and he let out a frustrated scoff. “Shhh, be quiet, you stupid girl. You want the whole house to hear what a pathetic little slut you are for me?” His words were cruel, but his tone was dripping with dark amusement.
He kept fucking her, thrusting his digits faster and harder, scissoring inside her pussy to open it even more.
Helaena’s second release hit her hard. Her eyes rolled back, a loud, broken moan vibrating against Aegon's palm as her whole body convulsed violently, her pussy clenching around his fingers, gushing slick arousal down his hand and onto the sheets.
Aegon did not pull away after that. He leaned forward so he could capture her lips in a sloppy kiss, swallowing her cries as she came undone. His tongue invaded her mouth, the way Helaena’s spit dripped down their chins making it clear that the poor girl had not even experienced her first kiss until that night.
It was strange. Not unpleasant, but nothing like the stories her best friends had told her. Unlike their boyfriends, Aegon was not patient, nor was he gentle. His tongue claimed hers with a wild hunger, not caring at all whether she did not know what she should do, or that she was so breathless their teeth kept colliding awkwardly.
As soon as the aftershocks began to fade and her body went limp, he pulled his fingers out only to shift his focus. Helaena’s dazed eyes widened in panic, crying out as Aegon pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it like that before rubbing it in brutal circles.
“No— no, please, brother! It’s too much!” she begged between the sobs, not only because of the pain but also because she was terrified of how cruel her brother could be. As expected, her pleas were completely ignored.
“You can take it, Helaena,” Aegon soothed, though his voice was far from sounding comforting. “You’re gonna cum for me again, like the pathetic little girl you are.”
Fortunately, the torture did not last so long, since Helaena's third orgasm came even faster and harder than the others. Her body tensed violently, thighs trembling as a new and stronger wave of pleasure — and pain — ripped through her. She cried out harder into his mouth, her legs kicking the air.
But this time, the pressure really proved too much to bear. In the midst of those overwhelming sensations, she lost complete control of herself. A sudden gush of warm liquid soaked Aegon’s fingers and dripped down onto the already ruined sheets. It took a few seconds for both siblings to understand what had just happened. Aegon then let out a low, cruel laugh that rumbled from his chest. “Did you just pee? Really? While cumming on your brother’s fingers?”
The realization made Aegon feel more aroused than ever, cock throbbing against Helaena's body. He did not stop rubbing Helaena's clit, prolonging the humiliation until she began to sob and tremble so much that Aegon thought she might pass out — as exciting as the idea of making his younger sister black out from overstimulation seemed, a part of him feared she might end up collapsing right there.
Soon, Aegon lifted his drenched hand in front of Helaena’s face, the mixture of her juices and piss glistening on his skin. Leaving no room for arguments, he pushed his fingers inside her mouth. “Lick them. Clean your mess like a good little slut. Taste how pathetic you are.”
Still feeling dazed, Helaena obeyed the command, her tongue swirling around his digits, tasting the salty, musky evidence of her total loss of control mixed with her cum. She closed her eyes, perhaps to hide from her brother’s attentive and sadistic gaze, perhaps to control the nausea at the disgusting realization that she had just been fingered by her own older brother and that she was now being forced to lick her own piss.
All of that because she was a pathetic little thing who did not even know how to pleasure herself without her brother's help.
“That’s my good girl.” He kissed the top of Helaena's head while she sucked weakly on his fingers to lick every drop, her eyelids feeling too heavy to stay open. “See? You can do it right when I teach you how.”
In the morning, the sunlight pierced through the curtains and felt harsh against Helaena's face as she stirred awake. All her muscles were heavy with exhaustion, a deep, unfamiliar soreness between her legs. A grimace crossed her face when she tried to move to the side, and she had to take a deep breath to stop herself from letting out a whimper.
The moment she regained full consciousness, all the memories of the middle of the night crashed over her like a bucket of cold water. She did not remember falling asleep, all she could remember were Aegon’s fingers in her mouth, the salty taste of piss and cum, his hoarse voice whispering praises and teases at the same time...
Helaena turned her head slowly to the side of the bed, hoping that he might still be there, but he was not, emptiness was the only thing she found. There was no sign of Aegon's warmth. The empty space on the mattress hit harder than she expected. He had simply left her there alone and sore after using her the entire night, not even staying until she woke up.
Yet, when she looked down, she noticed that a blanket had been carefully draped over her nakedness. It was a dark red one she kept in the wardrobe for the nights she was on her period, to prevent her menstrual blood from leaking through the pad and staining light fabrics. That small act only deepened the hurt — he cared enough to cover her vulnerability and shame, but not enough to stay.
Tears pricked at her eyes, the realization making her feel filthy and discarded. She was pathetic, just like Aegon always called her.
After staring at the empty space beside her for a few minutes, Helaena sat up in bed, ready to stretch. However, her gaze fell to the floor, her stomach immediately twisting at the sight. The sheet from the night was right there, laying crumpled in a messy heap. The unmistakable faint smell of piss was clinging to it, and the dark stain was impossible to miss.
Panic took hold of Helaena as she realized that at any moment her mother could come into her room to call her for breakfast. If Alicent saw her daughter completely naked with handprints on her breasts and a piss-stained sheet on the floor, Helaena would be in serious trouble, and so would Aegon.
She forced herself out of bed as fast as her exhausted body allowed, every movement toward the wardrobe was a painful reminder of what had happened hours earlier. An oversized pink hoodie and soft sweatpants were the first clothes she could find, without bothering to put on underwear — only to wince at the raw burning in her pussy, which worsened from the friction of her pants chafing against it.
With trembling hands, Helaena gathered the ruined sheet into a tight ball — tensing as she felt the sticky evidence of her loss of control — and then hurried out of her bedroom toward the laundry area.
Halfway down the hallway, she nearly collided with Aegon’s chest.
He looked gorgeous as always: pale blonde hair all messy, wearing casual clothes, phone in hand… And staring down at Helaena with that typical lazy smirk. His gaze flicked to the white fabric, and his nose wrinkled in clear disgust as the smell reached him. “What the fuck, Helaena? Did you piss the bed last night like a fucking toddler?”
The moment he said it, Helaena frowned in confusion, which amused Aegon more. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if that situation was the funniest thing he had seen all week. As if he did not know exactly why she had wet the bed.
Shame burned in Helaena’s cheeks, and for a moment, the idea of questioning him about what they had done crossed her mind. However, it was as if nothing had happened. There was no hunger in the way he looked at her anymore. He was staring at her like she was just his weird younger sister again.
Noticing how she shrank in his presence and clutched the sheet tighter, he chuckled one more time. “You look like a scared little bunny.” Aegon gave her one last condescending look, walking past her like it was just another normal morning. “Better wash that shit before mom sees it,” he added casually, already walking away. “Wouldn’t want everyone knowing that you're a bedwetter.”
Helaena stood frozen in the hallway for a long moment after he disappeared, wide-eyed in disbelief as she looked at the part of the hallway where he had been just seconds before. As if the humiliation she had gone through during the night had not been enough, Aegon’s reaction — or the lack of it — proved that she had been used by her own older brother.
But could not blame him, at least not as much as she wished she could. Most of the blame lay with herself the second she asked for his help. In the end, she indeed had learned everything he had taught her. She learned exactly how pathetic she was over him, how easily she became his plaything…
And worst of all, Helaena knew how much she would continue to crave Aegon's cruel attention anyway, no matter how cruel he was towards her.