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Sibling Lust	By : violetklaus Category: G through L > Lemony Snicket Views: 20133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sibling Lust
- 2-A Hard Days Work's Reward
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I don’t own any of these characters, just write perverted stories about them

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The caravan crashed over the side of the mountain as Violet and Klaus watched, powerless to stop it.

“What are we going to do?” asked Klaus wrapping his arms around himself. “I’m positively freezing!”

“We just need to keep warm with what we were able to remove from the caravan,” said Violet trying to stay as rational and calm as possible.

They took the clothes they were able to remove from the caravan and divided them up so, more or less, they had the same amount of clothes.

“We need to get Sunny back,” stated Klaus, “No matter what it takes.”

“Of course,” said Violet, “that isn’t the question. How to go about rescuing her is.”

The thoughts of the eldest Baudelaire siblings went out to their younger sister, who at this very moment was traveling up the mountain with one of the most sinister villain the world had ever known: Count Olaf.

“There isn’t any alternative,” said Klaus, “we have to walk.”

“We have a long journey ahead of us,” said Violet, “we had better get moving.”

Klaus nodded his head and followed his sister through the forest that grew along the side of the mountain. As he walked, he thought about his little sister, and hoped that she would be okay. He looked in front of him and saw his elder sister’s back walking just ahead of him. And then his thoughts turned to Violet.

Klaus had always admired Violet both as an inventor and as a person. But lately certain events had changed the way he looked at her. One of these events was when the siblings had attended Prufrock Preparatory School and met two of the Quagmire triplets: Isadora and Duncan. Klaus had initially been very fond of both siblings however, after a while, it seemed to Klaus that he had begun to like Duncan less and less and he didn’t understand why. It was just that certain things Duncan did annoyed him a great deal and what he didn’t understand more was that most of the things Duncan did that annoyed him involved Violet.

Like the way Duncan always managed to hold her hand or talk to her with that grin or the way he looked at her as they ate their lunch together, gazing at her lustfully, obviously thinking things that Klaus didn’t want anyone thinking about his sister. Except for him. And that part confused him more than any other part. All those things that Klaus did not want anyone thinking about Violet, he thought about. He gazed at her back and he couldn’t help it that his gaze began to lower and ultimately rested on her backside.

He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help it.

Violet’s thoughts started out on rescuing Sunny. But after she and Klaus had been hiking for short while silently, her thoughts began to drift to Klaus.

Violet had always admired Klaus both as a researcher and as a person. But lately certain events had changed the way she looked at him. One of these events was when the siblings had attended Prufrock Preparatory School and met two of the Quagmire triplets: Isadora and Duncan. Violet had initially been very fond of both siblings however after a while it seemed to Violet that she had begun to like Isadora less and less and she didn’t understand why. It was just that certain things Isadora did annoyed her a great deal and what she didn’t understand more was that most of the things Isadora did that annoyed her involved Klaus.

Like the way Isadora wrote poems for Klaus or always sat next to him or the way Isadora always smiled at him, obviously thinking things that Violet didn’t want anyone thinking about her brother. Except for her. And that part confused her more than any other part. All those things that Violet did not want anyone thinking about Klaus, she thought about. Her thoughts drifted back to when they were stuck with Aunt Josephine on the stolen boat when Count Olaf plunged Klaus’ head into the water pretending to save him. She remembered how, once he had emerged from the water, he had sought comfort in her arms and they way his wet head felt against the crook of her neck.

She knew it was wrong, she just couldn’t help it.

The sun grew lower and low in the sky and the air grew colder and colder.

“Klaus,” Violet called back, shaking Klaus out of his Violet-engaged thoughts.

“Yes,” he answered and the sound of his voice after such a long time sent small shivers up her spine.

“It’s getting late,” she replied, “Perhaps we should find some shelter where we can try to get warm.”

“Alright,” Klaus answered and tried to turn all of his attention on looking for a nice, semi-comfortable place to sleep.

After about an hour of searching they found a low, shallow abandoned cave and climbed inside.

The wind howled around them, just the sound alone making them shiver.

“Perhaps,” began Violet through chattering teeth, “we should try to get a fire going.”

Klaus nodded and he and Violet ventured once more out into the cold evening air to collect as much wood as they could find without leaving the cave too far behind.

They came back each holding an armful of wood they placed it near the center of the cave.

“I brought two stones,” said Violet, “If I rub them together I should be able to make a spark near the wood and start the fire.”

Klaus nodded and as Violet set to work he smiled. He loved it when she knew what she was doing. It made him feel so secure, so safe. As he continued to think about his sister he felt it get considerably warm in the cave. He looked to see if Violet had started the fire but she was still rubbing the stones together.

It was then he realized with horror that the heat was coming from him. He looked down and saw that his pants were beginning to become tented. His eyes darted to Violet to see if she had seen anything but it seemed that she had gotten a spark and was occupied blowing on the small flame to try and make it grow. As Klaus watch Violet blow, he gulped and felt the heat growing and an ache from between his legs. He scrambled to cover himself with any of the various sweaters or ponchos he was wearing.

“Klaus, are you alright?”

Violet’s voice made Klaus jump.

“Yes,” Klaus’ voice cracked and his face turned red and he thanked god that it was dark and that the fire made everything look red.

His sister looked at him concernedly but then shook her head.

“I figured we should set up our stuff near the back,” said Violet, “it’s the warmest place.”

When Violet said ‘the warmest place’ she was staring into Klaus’ eyes and he knew tonight was going to be a long, aching night for him.

“Yes of course,” said Klaus trying to collect himself, “that makes sense.”

And he gathered his stuff and crawled over to the back of the tent.

Violet watched her brother move towards the back. He looked so intent, like he was really concentrating on something.

Probably a plan to rescue Sunny, she though to herself.

She crawled after him to the back of the cave.

“Should we spread out our things Klaus,” said Violet, “We can spread the poncho out on the floor and cover ourselves with some of the large sweaters. There isn’t much but if we stay close together we should be able to keep warm.”

The thought of sleeping close to Klaus excited Violet, though she knew she shouldn’t let it show. Oh, it was going to be a long, aching night for her.

“Yes,” said Klaus, “the fire should keep us warm.”

Oh, he was driving her crazy.

Klaus removed the poncho and Violet helped him spread it across the floor of the cave. Next they removed their sweaters and coats and tried to cover themselves as best they could as they laid down next to each other. Despite their efforts they still shivered slightly. Klaus heard Violet’s teeth chatter and he moved closer to her, putting his arm around her, trying to keep her warm. Violet turned to her side and looked at her brother.

She wanted to know if this meant that he wanted her too. She wanted to tell him everything that she felt for him. She just wanted to grab him and kiss him till kingdom come.

“Klaus, do you think Sunny is alright?” she asked lamely and then cursed herself for her cowardliness.

Klaus had been holding his breath and let it out in a sigh of disappointment. He had hoped that she was going to ask him if he wanted her. Or tell him what she felt for him. Or, he hoped against hope, that she would just grab him and kiss him till kingdom come.

“Yes,” answered Klaus, “she isn’t a baby anymore, she can take care of herself.”

More moments of silence passed between them. Then Klaus tried to speak. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, then opened it once more and closed it once more. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked in the fire light, or how jealous he was of Duncan, or how much he wanted to touch her right now.

“Violet,” he began, and then all courage left him, “great job on the fire.”

Great job on the fire? He thought to himself and he could’ve smacked himself upside the head.

Violet had been holding her breath and let it out in a sigh of disappointment. She had hoped that he was going to tell her how beautiful she looked in the fire light. Or tell her how jealous he was of Duncan. Or, she hoped against hope, that he would just tell her how much he wanted to touch her right now.

“Oh,” she answered, disappointment very evident in her voice, “thanks.”

“Well,” said Klaus, “good night, Violet.”

Oh my god. He thought to himself, her name sounds so perfect.

“Good night, Klaus,” she said.

Oh my god. She thought to herself, his name sounds so perfect.

Klaus leaned in tentatively and brushed his lips against her cheek. He pulled back wondering if that had been going too far. But then she also leaned forward and placed a light, almost ghost kiss on his cheek in return.

Klaus’ brain couldn’t function. Her lips felt so good brushing softly against his cheek. He couldn’t stop himself. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her nose.

Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. So loudly she was sure he could hear it. She couldn’t control her actions. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, pressing slightly harder this time, leaving her lips lingering longer than a platonic, brother-sister kiss should last.

This went on from quite some time. The two siblings taking turns leaning forward and kissing the other somewhere on the face, always avoiding the lips.

After a long while, Klaus plucked up the courage to ask what he had wanted to ask since the first night they spent in Count Olaf’s home.

“Do you?” but his voice cracked and he had to start over. “Do you want to try on the lips?”

‘On the lips’ was said even softer than a whisper, but Violet had heard it.

She swallowed. Her brain was a whirl of thoughts and colors and she couldn’t see straight. After all these months of pining away feelings, feelings she was sure were unrequited, he felt the same way after all. After a moment she nodded.

Klaus stared into her eyes as the two leaned in, together this time. It seemed a lifetime before their lips met, but when they did, the Baudelaire siblings felt that it was all worth it.

They pulled back. They started into each others’ eyes and at once it was as if they could read what was in the others’ hearts and they dove in for another kiss. This time when their lips meant it was not slow or gentle. It was passionate. Klaus kissed Violet with all his might, bringing his arm from around her waist to caress her back. Violet moaned and opened her mouth slightly and Klaus took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues battled with each other as Violet brought her hand up and buried it within Klaus’ hair pushing his face even harder into her own.

Finally they broke apart due to lack of oxygen and they stared at one another.

“I never,” panted Klaus, “thought that I’d be doing this with you.”

Violet could do nothing but nod in agreement she was so out of breath. Her eyes were closed and her chest was moving up and down, her cheeks flushed. Klaus thought she looked stunning.

“Not that,” Klaus was still having trouble catching his breath, “I didn’t want to.”

At this Violet’s eyes shot open.

“What?” she panted.

Klaus stared at his sister and for the first time told her what he really thought.

“Violet,” he began, “I’ve wanted to do this since we first arrived at Count Olaf’s.”

Violet’s heart grew light as he realized that not only did Klaus wanted her as well, but he had wanted her for as long as she had wanted him.

“Oh, Klaus,” she replied, “I think about you all the time.”

Klaus smiled, he had found his breath and was now looking Violet up and down finally being able to stare freely at her amazingly sexy features.

Violet noticed him staring at her. She blushed and at first began to cover herself with her arms but Klaus caught them.

“No,” he said and she watched as Klaus released one of her arms and brought his hand and rested it upon her chest right above her left breast, where her heart was pounding.

“It matches mine,” said Klaus without taking his eyes off of where his hand rested.

Slowly he brought his hand down and tentatively rested it lightly on Violet’s breast.

She gasped and he withdrew his hand but Violet caught it.

“No,” she said and placed his hand back upon her breast and placed her hand over his.

“Violet,” he said softly, “I don’t. Well. I don’t know what to do.”

Violet smiled softly.

“I’ll show you,” she answered.

Klaus’ eyes snapped to hers and he gulped.

“What?” he asked.

“I’ll show you what to do,” said Violet and she began to slightly move her hand on top of his making his hand move slightly across her breast.

Klaus’ eyes dropped to where the motion was occurring and he could feel his pants grow tighter at the sight.

After a while Violet’s hand left his and he moved his hand freely across her breast. She began to pant as Klaus began putting more pressure into his caresses. Violet moaned and she titled her head slightly back. Klaus seized the opportunity and attached his lips to her neck and his steadied himself by placing both hands on her breasts.

Klaus moved his lips across every inch of her neck, reveling in the sounds he was causing her to make. He began kissing down her shoulder when he found it. The spot where Violet lost control. Right where the collar bone meets the shoulder bone. He kissed down upon it and she gasped his name sharply and buried her hands in his hair, massaging his scalp.

“Klaus,” she was almost begging him.

Klaus looked up from what he was doing and stared into her eyes. Her eyes were wide with emotions he had never seen there before, not with Duncan, not with any of the many boys that had been interested in her, never, until now. It was love and lust.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned and Klaus found it hard to hang on to the one fragment of sanity that remained in him.

He breathed gently and laid her down upon the spread poncho and gently covered her with his body.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” said Klaus, and he bent his head down and touched her forehead with his.

“Well, to be honest,” began Violet, still panting slightly, “I’m not sure what I want you to do. I mean, well, I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”

“Me either,” said Klaus.

Violet smiled up at her brother.

“It seems that lately we’ve found ourselves in a lot of situations we’ve never been in before,” she said.

“We’ve worked together to make this best of those situations,” said Klaus.

“Then we’ll work together to make the best out of this one,” said Violet plainly and reached up and kissed Klaus’ open mouth.

Klaus set to work trying to gently pry the buttons of Violet’s dress open. He found, however, that doing this with your eyes closed and while simultaneously snogging someone senseless isn’t the easiest thing to do. Eventually Klaus broke the kiss and sat up, straddling Violet, and undid her buttons that way.

The Klaus’ surprise and delight, Violet was wearing a black, lacy bra underneath her black dress. To his further surprise and delight he soon found out that she had matching panties to go with her black, lacy bra. Klaus took a moment just to look down at Violet’s body, staring openly and hungrily. She looked so perfect lying there, propped up on her elbows, staring at him, waiting for him.

Klaus bent down and kissed the hollow of her throat. He then continued to kiss down Violet’s chest until he came to her lace covered breast. He experimentally stuck out his tongue and dragged it along the top of Violet’s cleavage. In hearing her reaction, many pleasurable moans, he continued in his assault on her breasts.

Then he kissed down her stomach, every now and then nipping at bits of skin, causing Violet to cry in delight. When he reached the line of her panties, he stopped and licked just above the band. Klaus could feel Violet arching up trying to get him to go further. But Klaus didn’t want what was happening to end. So he went down between his sister’s legs. He stared at a very new side of Violet that he, and he was glad that no one else, had ever seen before. He blew hot breath between her legs. He heard a groan of frustration and he looked up to see that Violet had bunched her fists and was clinging to the spread out poncho as though she were trying to strangle it.

Klaus could feel the power surging through him. He was doing this to Violet. Perfect, perfect for him, Violet. He continued by kissing the inside of her thighs stopping just short of where he knew she wanted him to go.

“Klaus,” she moaned.

He went back up so that once again they were lying down face to face.

“May I help you?” asked Klaus teasingly.

She looked up at him, lust hungry and passionate.

“My turn,” she said.

With that she grabbed his shirt and flipped them over and she was on top. She kissed him with all the passion she could muster, which was quite a bit.

She sat up and frantically grabbed his sweater and pulled it over his head. She was down on him the second the sweater was thrown away. She kissed down his chest, enjoying the moans and occasion growls, she was able to extract from her brother.

She found one of his nipples and began to suck. Klaus cried out her name then and Violet was encouraged to continue. She then turned her attention to the other nipple all the while hearing Klaus cry out her name in pleasure.

She sat up, straddling him. She played with the button on Klaus’ pants. She dipped a single finger past the top and dragged it all the way across making Klaus buck his hips upward.

“Violet,” he moaned, aggravated, “don’t be a tease.”

“This isn’t teasing, little brother,” she answered as she moved her hand and traced the outline of his tented pants, “its payback.”

He moaned and dropped his head onto the poncho and closed his eyes, praying that Violet would be merciful.

She slowly undid the button of his pants and even more slowly slid the zipper down, inch by painfully slow inch.

Finally after what seemed like eternity to Klaus, Violet had rid him of his pants and was now lying against him, their bodies pressed together so right.

“Klaus,” said Violet and her voice was different, and when he looked into her eyes he noticed a change in them as well. The fierceness had left them and they seemed gentler.

“Violet,” said Klaus, hoping his eyes showed just as much love as hers did.

“We got carried away, everything was happening so fast,” said Violet.

Klaus nodded but was scared, was she going to stop?

“I don’t want to stop,” continued Violet, and Klaus relaxed considerably, “it’s just, this should be special. We should take it slow.”

“I agree,” said Klaus and he lifted his hand and rested it on her cheek and gently pulled her down and their lips just rested on each others for a moment before Violet opened her mouth slightly and invited him inside. He slipped his tongue inside and caressed hers with his. She slid her hand into his hair.

They both knew it was wrong. But yet when something feels so good, it is very difficult to stop, especially if you really love the thing your doing. Or, in the case of the elder Baudelaire siblings, who.

Klaus moved is hands to rest on her back. She brought her hands behind his head and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. Slowly, he took his hands and rested them were the clasp of her bra was. He broke the kiss and looked down at his sister, asking with his eyes if it was alright to continue.

Violet smiled down at him and nodded.

Slowly Klaus fumbled with the clasp. Finally Violet sat up and undid the clasp, slowly letting the bra drop. Once the bra was gone Violet blushed and turned red, especially when she was Klaus’ gaze trailed all over the new exposed area.

“Violet,” began Klaus.

“Yes,” asked Violet, softly, face still burning.

“You’re perfect,” said Klaus.

And with that he lifted himself up and placed both hands gently on the bare breasts. He gently placed his lips on his sisters and felt her shiver.

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