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Open to: Female Muses (18+)

Muses: Both Ivar and Bjorn Ragnarsson. If you are cool with it, I could also toss in Ubbe. [Muses here]

Summary: Controlling step-family (step-brothers particularly) checking up on their step-sister, much to her humiliation. This one could go some fucked up ways so if we haven’t written together before, please draw to my attention any limits you may have. Thank you!

Sliding his hand around her narrow waist, he placed her fine bottom on the dining room table. If he was being courteous, he would take her upstairs, offer her a little more privacy but he had long figured out that she was easily humiliated and he enjoyed tormenting her. “Lay back, knees up. You know what to do.” He murmured quietly. This wasn’t her first inspection and it wouldn’t be her last. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her gym shorts, he tugged them down, a little roughly over the curve of her bottom, until he could toss them on the table next to her. Her cheeks were ruby red. Humiliated. Perfect. He rather enjoyed it when she was humiliated. Reminded of her place. Of her purpose in the family.

“I saw what you were doing. Being a flirt ... Father always says it is a short road from flirt to slut ... so after that behaviour you know I have to check.” Ivar grumbled as his hand traced up and down the outside of one of her thighs, savouring the feeling of her silky skin. “Heels close to your bottom now and let your knees fall open. Now move your feet apart. Just a couple of inches. That’s right ... you know how ... oh my ... look at that.” Bending close, he watched as her juices trickled down her folds and dripped onto the table-top. Lifting up his phone, he took a picture and sent it to his father with an explanation. “There ... I messaged him.” He muttered quietly, more to himself than her, and then looked up as Bjorn stepped into the room. With no preamble, the larger male cupped her sopping core and ground the heel of his palm against her clit. “Punishment again? Or have we finally been given permission to breed her?” He spoke directly to Ivar as he continued to tease the young woman’s sex.

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The Residence {poly thread}

The City of Blackrock offered particular transfer packages for soldiers leaving the service. When he and his brother resigned from their commissions and accepted their honourable discharges, they were surprised when the City official came to meet with them to discuss the options.

It was a pretty good package indeed. The official got terribly excited when they both advised that they were unmarried and had no children. The packages changed and were laid out in all manner of temptation. Employment packages, housing options and most intriguingly of all, the personal service packages.

Selecting a beautiful old victorian at the edge of town, it had the green space and privacy the two men felt would be beneficial. They thought about separate residences but honestly, there was a degree of support and comfort in having one’s brother so close. Ivar was still recovering from his injuries and Bjorn wanted to be there if he was needed.

The last of the boxes was in when Bjorn collapsed into the couch. He was just about to close his eyes for a moment when he heard a noise from the kitchen. Rising to his feet, he walked through and stopped dead at the sight of two petite brunettes. “You must be our girls? Hello I’m Bjorn.” He had barely gotten the words out when Ivar appeared at his side, his cane in one hand, something he would now likely need for the rest of his life, and followed Bjorn’s gaze to the two pretty girls. “And I am Ivar.”