well I’m just gonna disturb you even more xoxox also i’m sorry it’s so long i got some siblingcest inspo oops

“Artanis! What are you doing?” Findaráto cried as his sister pushed him roughly against one of the walls in their father’s gardens with a decidedly determined look upon her face. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it definitely wasn’t what happened next.

Her soft lips were on his mouth and on his tongue and for a moment Findaráto did not know what to think, only that this was wrong, wrong, wrong.

And yet he did not push her away, for his sister’s mouth was insistent and her hand was tangled in his hair. His hands found her waist and he let them rest there, closing his eyes.

Later, Findaráto would tell himself that he did not reciprocate Artanis’ foolish actions, would try to justify the kiss to his conscience; but in the head of the moment he had no thoughts but her body close to his, the mind almost as familiar as his own penetrating his consciousness, and the forbidden taste upon his lips.