House of St Clair (Closed for Lady Morington and And 1)

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IC

Andre grimly looked at as he approached the house of his family.It had been 3 long year's since he had gone and fought for his adopated home against the dicator from Corisca. The family had been divded when France and England went to war but he himself had no problems fighting against those who now controlled his former home.

The carriage stopped and the driver opened the door,Andre nodded to him and looked at the mannor his father had been given for them to reside.His sister's letter had been long and stressed his need to return from London,"better see what she wanted was as urgent as she wrote" he grumbled entering the house.

OOC

Vicomete Andre- Evangeliste St.Claire-Christie
Age 27
Height 5'8
Eyes Blue
Hair Black
Slender build,gambler with a slight drink problem.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Vicomtesse Lucie St.Claire-Christie was lounging on one of the setees in the expansive downstairs drawing-room. Her mind fixed on the events to come. Good reliable André, always so predictable she mused as she lay back on the soft pillows.

"He'll want to fuck me, and then he'll start whining about his losses at the cardtables and of course how heroic he has been", she reflected her features not betraying her emotions connected to the prospect of his brother's arrival.

André had, grudingly so, being allowed to form an irregular force consisting from French royalists carrying out operations across the Channel. Lucie knew her brother to be rather a lousy soldier, lacking the discipline such a profession required, yet she was willing to indulge his pride. Laughing a mirthless laugh as she sipped the cognac she'd ordered. For medicinal purposes. Her brother's prospects of stirring rebellion in France seemed slim to none, but then again Lucie'd rather have him where there was a slight chance of him getting shot than lounging at home.

"Perhaps the Revolution was inevitable after all, given that so many of the aristocrats had shared his depraved tastes" she idly thought as she loosend the lacings of her bodice, not wanting to ruin it as her brother came home. Then again, perhaps the traits ran in the family? Lucie was the first to admit that she was probably the embodiement of everything that had rendered the aristocracy so despicable. She was vain, sexually frivolous, loved the luxuries of her sheltered life.

Considering what to wear after her brother had had his way with her, knowing the dress she was now wearing would have to go to the cleaners, as well whether to send the maid for another bottle of wine. André would probably want it, and adding to herself "it will probably send him to sleep quicker"

 

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Andre wasn't surprised when he saw the maid carrying a bottle of cognac into the living room of the house."That little witch always indulges in Cognac before saitisfying her carnal urges" he muttered dismissivly,he told the butler to take his luggage up to his room and swiftly went to see his sister.

She was sitting at a table a bottle cognac with a silver glass,dressed in her favourite red dress her blode hair hanging down to her shoulders.She stood to face him her petite frame small in stature but full of fire was to the forefront,"I see you look beautiful as ever" Andre smiled showing some curtisy bowing to his sister.

Her arogance was one of the things he loathed about her but her list of conquests in the bedroom was dare he say impressive,Andre had seen the way his sister heald on to the pre reveloution arogance of his father and Andre looked foward to educationg her after the trials he had experinced these 3 years.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

"Dear André"

she smiled as she stood up, yet she didn't offer any other greeting than the slightest of nods.

"I daresay you look positively ravaged"

giggling as she knew that the more probable reason being his losses playing cards than any hardships of the so far failed campaign. Silently cursing his faiblesse for gambling, knowing him to slowly but surely wasting what was left of the family fortunes.

"Has the Bonapartists been resisting your gallant efforts trying to bring them back to the Ancient Regime?"

Lucie insisted using English rather than their native French, her grasp of the language an immense source of pride as well as serving as a thorn in her brother's side. Turning slightly she offered him him a view of her bare shoulders.

"Shall I send Marianne for some wine Brother?"

she sat down again sipping her cognac. Leaning back she pulled the bodice open revealing her pert breasts to his view

"or do you need some sisterly solace perhaps"

 

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Andre smirked,typical little Luice thinking about herself being pleasured by a man.Andre would it admit her offer was very tempting but he wanted to play this little game out a bit more."Yes some wine would be fine my dear sister" he said and watched as the servent went to fetch him some.

'The war goes well I think we may be back in France soon" he told her sitting with arm's length of her observing her pert breasts closely."Anyway dear sister what of you how many men have you seduced this month?" Andre teased having seen the reports his servents had sent him about his sister's scandelous behaviour.He tenderly flicked a piece of her hair from her shoulders,"would you like your dear brother to give you more than any man" he whispered seductivly into her ear as the servent returned with the wine.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lucie gave a short laugh at André's proposal, blue eyes sparkling as she leaned back, still no intention of covering herself up.

"Brother dearest" placing her slender hand on his "surely it suits you to jest". Her laughter once again filled the room as she looked at him more closely.

It wasn't that Lucie hated her brother, hatred is after all the opposite of love and it was not in her nature to harbour such feelings for anyone. True enough, there was a time when she had hated André, that night all those years ago when he had forced herself on her. Taking a sip of her cognac, eyes still locked on his, not for a second betraying what she felt at the particular moment. Survival had laid firmly within the denial of any emotion that might be turned against her, thus Lucie had reinvented herself becoming the most consummate of concubines, equally treasured and despised

No, Lucie didn't hate her brother, she merely pitied him. His weak charachter, his inability to ever finish any of the ventures he embarked upon. It seemed that whereas she had inherited the cunning and callousness that brought noble status to the St.Claire:s two centuries earlier. Thus she knew that keeping André content was instrumental for her own machinations. André would not amount to anything, she decided. His political instincts too dull to make him versed for that particular field, his military skills non-existent.

Turning again to him she flashed a perfect smile, her hand still placed on his.

"Anyway dear sister what of you how many men have you seduced this month?"

"So rude a question André" she leaned closer, her exquisite fragrance filling his nostrils "jealousy doesn't become you" kissing his cheek, and whispering
"Let us just assume that they numbered more than you have killed" flicking her tongue across his earlobe.

Leaning back again, pulling at her dress making it slide down her shoulders she spoke, voice husky

"But you needn't worry...Brother" her small foot caressing his calf "as oppose to you I don't enjoy the pox-ridden whores"

 

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Andre merely chuckled at his sister's retort,"yet you yearn for somone like me" he teased sipping his wine casually and gazing back at his sister deciding to chip away at her forsty facade.

"I have killed many men despite your lack of faith dare sister" he taunted back,"and I don't recall you protesting once we began to adjust to being so close to each other" he whispered remebering how once calmed that fatefully night he found his sister was a real handfull and as her experince grew would be a real delight in the bed room.

"So dear Lucie what shall we do now" he leaned foward resting his cup against the table,he playfully returned her careess with his own.Outside a storm began to fall seeming to display the mutual contempt these siblings felt for each other.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Her hand resting on his thigh, his breeches surprisingly soft to the touch.

"Well not that surprising, he is such a fop!" Lucie mused as she stood up, her back to him as she let the dress fall to the floor revealing her naked body to his eyes.

"Protesting?" she intoned the word carefully "well dear Brother, what is a slip of a girl to do? Need I remind you that I had barely turned 16?" picking up the glass she turned around again and with a carefully measured gesture she poured the amber liquid over her breasts.

"You were so forcefull..." she purred "so manly" then in an instant her voice grew taunting again "as oppose to your current temper Brother"

Pushing her chest closer to his face, her arms behind his neck. "And surely I do not need to point out that you've been the one seeking my company for the past years not the other way around..." tightening her grip she whispered
"Besides I do as I am required as oppose to you..."

 

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Andre smiled,"you do put things on perspective dear sister" he whispred wrapping his arms around her.He then pressed his lips to drink the spilled wine off her chest,his tongue lapped it up and Andre then pulled is sister's lips to his.

Parting them Andre reached round and spanked his sister's behind causing her to frown as he laughed,"well dearest Lucie let me attempt to crash your oppostion to me just like those I fought in the war" he whispered pulling her into his arms and carrying her out of the living uupstairs to her room ignoring her protest's at his display.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lucie let herself be carried, although she wasn't best pleased with having been spanked. Not that she objected to the action as such, but she'd rather not have marks on her as she had another tete-a-tete planned for the following day. Knowing full well that her other gentleman didn't take kindly to competetion "her only gentleman" she corrected herself, André was not, and would never aspire to be one.

He flung her onto the bed in just such dramatic gesture that was to be expected. He loved to act masculine, yet Lucie knew him all too well to be fooled by his display.

"He's weak!" the words echoed by their father, who early had seen the potential in her. Giving her the tools needed to fend for herself. Hadn't he at length lamented that she was born a woman thus not qualifying to inherit him? Smiling she recalled his stern features, he had the cunning of a foxm and he had none of her brother's weaknesses. She'd tried to seduce him at one point, in an effort to gain the upper hand. Wincing, she could still recall the thrashing he'd given her. Not sparing neither her back nor buttocks. Yet he'd never showed any inclination towards taking advantage of her.

André had finally managed to get his clothes off and she turned to him, giving a stare conveying utter boredom as he crawled on to the bed. His coarse lips finding hers and he kissed her violently "passionately" he'd call it, yet to her mind it was nothing but an attempt to display his perceived dominance.

 

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Andre kicked open the door of his room and marching over to the bed deposited Luice onto it.He knew his sister wouldn't have liked the spanking he gave her prior to come upstairs,"too bad" he thought to himself pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor.

He knew of his sister's reputation in bed,of her wildness that had pleasured many lovers to the point of breaking down.Andre finished removing his pants and kicked them to where his shirt now lay,crawling on the bed he kissed his sister passionatelyfeeling her struggle at first then mealt into his kiss.

Andre then removed her dress harshly but without damaging it,he then kissed down her stomach and opened her legs before lowering her silk undergarments."My Lucuie you look tasty" he whispered pressing his lips to her womenhood and slowly begining to lick at it teasing her enough to make Luice squirm as she moaned at his touch.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lucie groaned as her brother found her most sensitive spot, his tongue working it's way across her tender folds even bringing a small groan from her exquisite lips.

Finding his head she pulled him deeper in between her thighs, holding him in place as he continued to worship her.

"You're such a degenerate" she panted as his hands found her thighs, grabbing them firmly "a pervert" she bit her lip as she spoke the word, knowing full well that perversion was a hallmark of the St.Claire family, or at least the surviving members.

"I wonder what Papa would have said had he seen us" she mused as André once more mangaged to coerce a small scream from her lips. "Knowing that Etienne St.Claire-Christie would probably have viewed the act of as a prime example of just how mallable people could be. Lucie figured that her late father would, and rightly so, applaud her manouverings, having brought her brother to become throughly obsessed with her.

Tightening the grip of his head she braced herself as her climax was reached..screaming loudly as she pushed her thighs together...

 

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Andre felt Lucie places her hands upon his head to pull him further into her,his tongue rolled over her clit as Andre worked away like a wild animal at his sister's pussy.He listened to her ramblings against him but knowing full well despite her protest's and complients she was enjoying herself and loved the way Andre worshipped her pussy.

Her grip on his head tightend indicating that her climax was about to occur,Andre opened his mouth wider as a torrent of cum flowed from his sister as she howled like a banshee and lost in the euphoria of her orgasm.

Andre licked his lips and removed his head from between her legs,"I was right dear sister you are very tasty" he grinned looking up at her.Standing Andre went to her and kissed along her neck,'now Lucie it's your turn" he whispered feeling her hands against his chest.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lucie laid back as he kissed her, turning her head away from him as he did.

"I won't take it in my mouth" she grunted rolling over and positioning herself on all fours.

"Fuck me if you must but make it quick...I have other business to attend to" she knew full well he'd be furious and she aimed for that, he was easier to control that way. Besides she did have other things to contemplate, and the sooner he was done the sooner she could put her minds to the issues of consequence.

As it where, André's efforts of stirring rebellion in France had failed miserably, except for a few run-ins with equally useless militia there ws no victories to speak of. But unbeknownst to him, she had received an invitation from the highest authority in Britain, to work her particular magic against her fellow countrymen.

Arching her back and looking over her shoulder at her brother as he seemed in two minds what to do..

"Oh lacking initiative...I can see how that serves you fighting the Bonapartists"

her voice dripping venom as she ran her hand across her bottom slowly parting her legs...

"You're weak André....weak like a woman"

 

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Andre frowned at his sister's lack of manner's,he would deal with that later as he had learned a few things from his time at war.He watched as she moved onto all fours,"like a dog how surprising" he muttered looking down at her.

"You're weak André....weak like a woman that pushed Andre to the brink,moving himself behind her he thrust hard and deep into her pussy and began thrusting as hard against her as he could mange."Weak dear sister I'll show you who is weak' he grunted reaching round and roughly pinching her nipples,Luicie winced as a mixture of pain and pleasure went through her body.

The two moved in time roughly against each other tautning the other as they matched thurst for thurst,Andre felt his climax was due and wrapped his arm's and withdrawing aimed his cock at her ass."I'm cummmmming " he roared squirting his hot cum all over her shapely behind covering it,Andre then slapped her ass cheeks firmly with his hand."A loving reminder dear sister now out of my room to and away to your business I shall see you at supper" he ordered her,his passions satisfied even if his anger at her had not passed.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lucie listened only with one ear as he boosted his experience from the so-called war he was now a participant in, and she braced herself as his body went rigid before deposing his seed. True to his charachter though, André would never allow himself to climax inside her, fearing that he's make her with child.

Turning to him as he lay spent, a content smile on his thin lips "so like mother" she thought as she made to get up. Giving him a withering stare, the pity she normally felt for him all of a sudden replaced by loathing.

"How much money did you loose this time André?" she reached for her gown, her mind already busy on the events to come. Then as her resentment grew she added, voice full of scorn

"I'd piss on your grave André had I not known you'd take pleasure in it. Nonetheless I sincerely hope you die a hero's death"

Wrapping the robe round her body she shot him yet another stare before making to leave the room.

"God help me" she mouthed silently

 

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Andre showed no emotion as Lucie spoke her scorn at him,she walked out to go about whatever it was her business was leaving him alone with his thoughts."Her disdian for me will be her undoing" he muttered picking his clothes back up and slowly putting them back on.

Andre walked doen stairs and summoned the coachmen,"to the market" he ordered laying back in his carriage to brood as the traveled.He arrived at the narjket and told the driver to pick him up in 2 hours as he had 'urgent business" to attend to.Walking his way to a small tavern Andre was guided to a small room at the back,"hello Gentlemen" he grinned at his regular playing partners,they smiled and told him to sit which relived Andre as he was glad to get away from Lucie for a few hours.

2 Hours later Andre met his driver,today had been a slightly better day then before,freash in his pocket was 60 gold coins and the undergarments of the inn keeper's daughter."Maybe I should give these to my dear sister as a gift" he chuckled as the carriage drove off towards the St Claire estate.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Alone again Lucie sat down by her desk. Taking out the writing-set she started to compose two letters. She knew it was practically tantamount to treason, yet she had a rather easy-going attitude towards such issues. As long as she wasn't caught.

Musing to herself as she sealed the envelopes and placing them in one of the drawers, locking it securely. She'd have one of the coachmen deliver it to London the very next day. One to the Foreign Office, in which she in a suitably distraught tone conveyed her fears that her brother might indeed be double-bluffing both Britain and France, playing both sides to his own advantage. The other letter was more direct and ostensibly being addressed to the Danish consul in London, a man who for all intents and purposes served as Napoleon's chief source of intelligence in the British capital. The letter being short and to the point, describing the place where her brother would next land his band of irregulars on the French coast, the supposed strenght and their main objective.

Ringing the bell summoning the maid she ordered a bath be readied. She still felt the stickyness of her brother's emissions on her delicate skin and she shruddred at the thought. The problem with André was that he wasn't just weak, he was stubborn as well. Sighing, Lucie wished he could have had the mental faculties to comprehend his own bestm but alas André did not. Thus drastic measures had to be taken and as her dear Papa had explained, In war and love one cannot permit oneself to feel remorse.

 

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Andre returned to the house and entered it,a servent told him his sister was having a bath and would be down later for supper."At least things will be quiet for a while" he muttered dismissing the servent and heading into the library.

Alone Andre sat and read one of his millatry books on tactics,he knew that his dear sister was up to something as it was no secret that she wanted him away from the house possibly dead or much worse.Andre chuckled to himself,he quite enjoyed this game the two played as it made life somewhat more intresting.

He would find a way to get her to tell what she was up to,another round in the bedroom was in order and Andre knew how to make his sister sing like a bird if forced.Andre wouldn't torture her that would arrose great suspicion and cause deep trouble,no he would use pleasure to break her will.Andre shut his book and walked out of the library to the dining room already formulating a plot.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lounging in her bath, Lucie indulged herself with a cheerot. She knew André's views on such things and it made the tobacco taste even sweeter.

Having cleansed herself she summoned the maidservant to help her dress. Chosing a rather plain white dress, intending not to rouse her brother's appetites too much.

Knowing André would want supper served at seven, she made sure to dawdle taking her time knowing it would annoy him. Laughing at the thought of her dear brother's temper slowly rising. He was more manageable that way and Lucie did her utmost to keep him in a state of perpetual anger.

Regally decending the stairs and making for the diningroom she could hear him curse, admittedly under his breath but even so. As she entered she saw his face flushed with colour and hands clenched into fists. Yet he tried to maintain some dignity.

"Oh André I'm frightfully sorry that I'm late" smiling and tilting her head to the side giving him a look of utter mischief

"But what is a woman to do Brother? We are under the obligation to grace our surroundings and one cannot do so having been so ravaged as I have"

Taking her seat she awaited her wine to be poured.

"So tell me André, how many guineas did you piss away this time?" her coarse language in stark contrast to her delicate gestures.

"You're weak André"

she continued as she dipped her spoon into the soup that was served as entré

"I daresay you are not worthy of bearing the same name as our Father"

her eyes fixed on him

"he was a great man, Papa was, whereas you are an utter failure"

working her way trying to unbalance him.

 

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Andre was annoyed by his sister's lateness,her taunts and jibes upon her arrival did little to calm his temper."You forget my dear sister that dispite Papa and my disagrements he still made me his heir" Andre replied refusing to be baited by his sister and reminding her that he was the heir he knew would grind away at her.

Luice glared at him,"my Lucie don't do that is makes your pretty face look ugly" Andre taunted sipping at his soup.Not one word was spoken while they finshed their supper as if taking a short pause before unleashing the full power of their mutual dislike for each other,Andre knew that being paient would win him this battle if not the war with his sister but such was the price he was willing to pay.

After the dishes were collected leaving them in the dining room alone,"so dear sister how was your lover this afternoon better than me" Andre inquired walking over to Luice and slowly walking round her chair waiting for her replie.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Looking at her brother with utter contempt Lucie retorted sharply

"I could take a corpse into bed and it would prove a better lover than you André"

His pacings annoyed her, the way he insisted on dressing according to the old ways, even retaining the long hair, a fashion that the British nobility had long since discarded.

"Besides you never told me how much you lost today?"

Getting up and confronting him. She was shorter than him, merely 5 foot 6" and whereas André was slender, Lucie was rather curvy, her blonde hair almost a shade red matching the flush colour of her cheeks as she stood on the balls of her feet trying to get him to explain himself.

"And you probably fucked some pox-ridden wench as well...or did you even stoop as low as sodomizing some poor young boy?" laughing a humourless laugh seeing how the jibe struck home "I knew it Brother...you are a woman"

Turning around couting silently, he usually would lash out before she reached ten. And after that he'd have his way sexually. Fair enough Lucie reasoned. It was nothing she couldn't handle

 

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Andre watched his sister pace away from him,"dear sister you think you know me" he responded chuckling to himself before sliding next to her and wrapping his arms around her."I lost 80 gold coins but won sixty" he whispered into her ear,true he would admit 50 of the gold coins had come when he pleasured the inn keeper's daughter but why tell Lucie that.

"I know that dispite your denials you enjoyed my fucking you" he whispered seductivley nuzzling her neck,Andre then boldy reached into her dress and rubbed his hand over her breasts toying with her nipples.Andre stopped and moved away,he knew Lucie would come back with another taunt telling him he was weak and like a women,sure enough she did causing Andre to smile enjoying this little game.

 

[Lady_Mornington]

Lucie was surprised, she had expected him to lash out, he usally hit her using the flat of his hand and she had grown an expert in timing the blows thus negating the effect.

Yet now it seemed as though he would not.

Turning around she spat at him.

"You are utterly worthless and I shall not linger a second longer here"

Moving for the door she shot him one last glance. Perhaps he wasn't as predictable as she surmised, yet there's more than one way to skin a cat, she mused.

Calling the maidservant she ordered the coach to be harnessed.

 

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Andre watched her go,"she's proabley running to one of her lovers" he concluded dismissivly not expecting her to be back til morning.Still it gave Andre some time to find out what his darling sister was up too,exiting the dining room Andre headed upstairs to her room pausing for a moment by the potriat of their mother who died before the turmoil in France.

Andre had been close to their mother,perhaps that was why Papa viewed him as weak and Lucie dispised him as she had been young when their mother died."Wherever you are dear Mama I hope you smile upon me" he murmed before heading up to Lucie's room.

Opening it Andre lit a lantern and walked over to her writing desk,opening it he was not surprised to find letter's from her lover's begging her to marry them some even promising to get rid of Andre so they could be wed. Andre's eyes widened when he saw whom one of the letter's was from,"the Danish Consul no less my my" he noted.Was Luice working as a spy for the French Army or was her Danish lover,'this is an excellent opportunity" he said shuttering her draw and heading back down stairs to wait for her return.