Tavia's Revenge....*closed*

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I hated my brother. No, hate was too weak of a word. Despised was more like it. Detested, abhorred, loathed....even all of these adjectives were not strong enough. Never had an emotion overtaken me like this. Not love, lust, anger, fear....nothing. Deep down inside, I knew that I was wrong for feeling this way, but I didn't seem to care.

Ryan wasn't actually my brother. Not by blood anyway. He was the son of my father's new wife, and he had taken my place in my father's heart. After my mother had passed away a little over two years ago, I'd been daddy's little girl. I was the princess, the only child, the remaining link to my dear saint of a mother. And now that position was gone. With my father's new marriage and his new "son", I was forgotten, pushed to the side, discarded. And I couldn't stand it. My dad had always wanted a son, but instead, 22 years ago, he'd gotten me. I knew that I'd never pleased my father, at least not while my mother was alive. Sure, I was pretty, and smart, and obedient, but I wasn't a boy. If I could have grown a penis and learned to play football, then maybe my dad would have accepted me as his. But then my mom died, and I was all he had left. So he clung to me, and after a lifetime of being ignored by the only daddy I had, I soaked it all in, and became devoted to him. But then, as suddenly as it had come, it ended. My dad met Julia and her son Ryan, and I, Octavia Spencer, was once again forgotten about. My new stepbrother was 23, tall, dark, and handsome, and enrolled in law school. Not only that, but he'd lettered in every sport imaginable and was the President of his fraternity, things that I, being a woman, had never done. Things that my father took pride in, that he'd wanted his "son" to achieve. And now he had him. His new pride and joy, his new favorite. And now that "favorite" was going to pay.

Ryan's girlfriend was a beauty by any standard. She was sweet, innocent, angelic, and basically perfect. And that was why Ryan was so glad to have found her. He knew that women like that didn't exist anymore, so he was ecstatic to have caught the last "real woman" as he liked to call her. He didn't think highly of me, even though I was also beautiful and smart. Ryan was aware of my darker side, the naughtiness and vindictiveness that resided within my heart. And that made me something to be avoided, at least by him and his group of frat brothers. But his girlfriend was always nice to me, always trying to get me to come along on group outings and to parties. I always refused, preferring to stay home with my music and artwork. But now, it was time for a change. I was going to take from Ryan the one thing he'd taken from me. The love of another person. Like he'd stolen my father from me, I was going to take his "perfect girl" and make her mine. And watch him crumble in the process. This was going to be fun.

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OCC: Octavia Spencer, *Tavia*

22, slender, 5'7, dark hair and eyes. Has been told she resembles the actress Audrey Hepburn....

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Ryan Thomas, 23, 6'2, 200 lbs, dark black hair, olive skin, dark blue eyes.

IC:

My sister is a bitch. A real true-life cunt. I don't know how a man like my stepfather had raised such an evil little girl. I knew that she didn't like me, I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. I wasn't sure what I'd done to her, but obviously, I had done something wrong. But I didn't have time in my busy schedule to worry about her or what she disliked about me. She was only my stepsister for God's sake. What did I care if she hated me or not?

I was in my first year of law school, and damn, it was putting a strain on me. If it wasn't for my girlfriend, I don't know what I would do. She's pulled me through many a doubt, and held my hand through everything. She's beautiful, God is she beautiful! But that's not what had attracted me to her at first. Her demeanor is so lady like, so pure, so innocent. I'd met her at the campus diner. She'd been sitting alone in a booth, reading over one of her many textbooks, and of course, it was her looks that had caught my eye. I'd sat at the bar and watched her while I slowly ate a BLT and fries. She must have felt my gaze, because finally, she'd looked up and our eyes met and locked. After what seemed an eternity, I'd stood up and made my way nervously to her table. Nervousness was not a normal state for me, and I didn't quite know how to handle it. After getting her permission to sit, I'd introduced myself, and she held out her hand for me to shake. I learned a little about her during our brief encounter, but she didn't offer her number, and I didn't ask. Something about her made me scared to. Like it would be blasphemous for me to ask this angel for a way to contact her. I'd decided to just cherish the memory of our conversation, and move on. But then we'd ran into each other again a few days later at the bookstore. This time, she was more friendly, and after a few minutes of easy conversation, I'd asked her to join me for dinner. Since then, we'd been inseperable. She was perfect for me. Everything I'd dreamed of finding. And for that reason, I'd held back on the sexual part of our relationship. I knew she wasn't that experienced, and I was impressed by that as well. In today's world, a virgin is a hard thing to come by. I wasn't sure if she was one or not, but she was damned close. Just touching her sweet innocent body was enough to almost make me come anyway, and that had never happened with any of my other girls. She was a prize, and I was bound and determined not to let her go.


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Just to let everyone know, crazy/beautiful is also mytasteislikecandy. We didn't need many "brother" posts, so I decided to fill in where necessary. Thanks, and we hope you enjoy.

 

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Mary

Mary - 22y/o, 5'6", slender and toned, with curves that aren't overwhelming, but still accentuate her looks and leave many men looking twice her way. Soft, porcelain skin, big expressive eyes that are an interesting shade of brown and gold with honey blond hair that falls in perfect soft waves down to about the middle of her back. Has a 'preppy' sort of look...always wearing nice slacks and tops, skirts and blouses, dresses, etc...very feminine and elegant.

IC: It was a warm and sunny day on campus and I was happy sitting underneath the shade of a tree on one of my favorite blankets, my study books spread out and waiting on Ryan. He had several classes to attend to, which left me with my studying and alone time that I enjoyed, even though I loved being around him.

Today was just a regular day. We had plans for lunch together and he was taking me to his parents later for a visit. They adored me and welcomed me already into the family, even though we were neither engaged nor married. Ryan's step-dad was always gushing with pride around us, that I couldn't help but feel happy for him...I only felt sorry for Tavia, Ryan's sister.

Sighing, I slipped a book down and watched people walk briskly this way and that, some late for work, class or other appointments. My mind reflected back to when I'd first met her. Ryan had made such a fuss about not worrying about her and not hanging out with her that I was instantly intrigued. When I had met her, I was shocked. She didn't seem stuck up or bitchy as he had made her out to be, but there was a certain careful air of aloofness that she tended to put out around him. I was pretty sure I knew why, but hadn't said anything.

So disregarding Ryan's warnings, I had set myself out to be nice to her. I encouraged her to join us on outings, much to Ryan's disbelief at first. He was put off and irritated after, but I soothed him with calm words and soft kisses. He was soon smiling again and wrapping his body around mine for long hugs and nibbles that left me breathless. To this day I wasn't sure how I had ended up with such a good looking man...he made my skin tingle and body ache, and yet he had made no advances to go further than kisses and touching. I haven't even experienced an orgasm with him yet, which after months of dating left me frustrated and a little worried that maybe I wasn't enough for him.

Nibbling on my bottom lip as I thought, I wondered if Tavia might have a little insight...I wasn't all that experienced with men and had never seen her around any, but many she could offer a little womanly advice. Perhaps...we would see.

Sighing again, I smoothed the material of my cream sweater down and began gathering books. If I hurried, I could possibly call her in advance to see if she would mind talking to me while we visited...

 

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Tavia:

I knew that my "brother" and Mary would be over soon, and I was anxiously awaiting their arrival. Now that I had a plan of revenge carefully thought out, I was impatient to put it into motion. I had no clue that Mary was about to make it easier.

I heard the phone ringing in the hall, and I hurried out of my room to answer it. I was expecting my friend Bethany to call, so when I heard Mary's soft voice on the other end of the line, I was a bit shocked. She knew that Ryan wasn't here, so I had no clue why she was calling. But when she asked me if we could have a little time alone tonight, during her and Ryan's visit, I was stunned. Unable to have planned it better myself, I agreed to meet with her, and assured her that whatever it was she wanted to discuss would remain private. She seemed happy with that, and told me that she'd see me in less than an hour.

Hanging up the phone, I went back to my room to prepare. I'd put on jeans and a sweater, thinking that this would just be a family night, and a chance for me to mess with Mary just a bit. But now that we were to be alone, I decided to push it a little farther. Slipping out of my outfit, I pulled on a short denim skirt that hugged my hips and thighs, and then added a tight black t shirt with it. My breasts looked perfect in the soft fabric, and I admired them for a brief second in the mirror. Thinking for a minute, I decided to go without panties. Leaving my hair down, I brushed it till it shone, and then I strapped on my black high heeled sandals. If anyone asked why I was so dressed up for a family dinner, I was planning on telling them that I was heading out afterward. When in reality, it was only my first step in the seduction of my brother's "perfect girl". Too bad he'd fucked with the wrong woman. I was about to make him pay.

 

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Mary

Mary was thrilled that Tavia didn't seem to mind wanting to talk to her. With her books packed and blanket slung over one arm, she met Ryan in the courtyard. He grinned and hugged her close, smaking a kiss on her cheek before letting go. "Are you ready for family time?" He asked her.

"Yeah...um, I wanted to see Tavia anyway." She said, forcing herself to tell him a little so he wouldn't grump and grumble later.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his brow creasing in obvious displeasure. "What? Why?"

Mary smiled and took his hand, lacing their fingers together, "Nothing serious...you know, just a little girl talk. You know, I adore you, but sometimes us girls like to talk too you know and I don't have a lot of girlfriends..."

Ryan sighed and shook his head, "But why HER...why not someone else."

"Because, she's the only one I know enough to want to approach." She said logically and kissed his knuckles. "Please Ryan, she's really not that bad, at least not to me. Let me just have a little time with her while you talk to your Mom and Dad...you know they want to gush all over you anyway." She added with a sweet smile and pleading look in her beautiful eyes.

That was the sintcher...he couldn't argue and he couldn't refuse those eyes.

"Alright alright...you win...lets go before I change my mind."

Grinning, Mary hurried along with him and prayed that Tavia would keep her word.

 

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Tavia:

I heard the front door open and then slam shut, and my brother's baritone voice calling out for our parents. I rolled my eyes and then looked myself over once more. Adding just a touch more gloss, I left my room and leisurely strolled down the stairs and into the living room where Ryan, Mary, and my dad were seated. Ryan was going on and on about his new project with his fraternity, and my father was leaned forward in his chair, eyes glowing with every detail. Trying to hide my disgust, I waved to Mary, winking as she smiled back at me.

"This is going to be fun," I thought to myself, "she's rather beautiful." I'd always known Mary was pretty, but looking at her now with her tight cream sweater and the sun shining through her honey blond hair, she seemed divine. An angel. And I was the demon about to take away her pureness. I couldn't wait to begin.

"Mary," I said, interrupting my brother's rant and earning a glare of repoach from both him and my dad, "How about we have that chat now? Why the "boys" are talking. Do you mind Ryan, if I steal princess away for an hour or so?" I smiled sweetly at him, batting my eyelashes as he glared at me. Nodding and then turning to kiss Mary, he finally released her hand, and she jumped to her feet to join me. "We'll go to my room, if that's alright with you."

Without waiting for an answer, I headed up the spiral staircase with Mary trailing behind me. Once we were in my bedroom, I told her to have a seat and then I locked the door behind us. Sitting on my bed, I leaned back on my hands, my legs stretched out in front of me. Looking over at her perched on my vanity chair, I almost laughed as I noticed how nervous she looked. I wondered what stories my brother had told her about me.

"Well, lady, what was it you wanted to discuss? I'm all ears." I smiled encouraginly at her and waited for her to proceed.

 

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Ryan:

I watched as my girlfriend followed my devilish sister up the stairs and into her room. I wondered what it was they were going to talk about? Mary told me everything, surely this was just something minor that she didn't feel comfortable sharing with me.

Looking back at my stepfather, I noticed he was gazing in the same direction.
"Dad, what's going on? Do you know something I don't know?" I asked him, and his eyes snapped back to me.

"Oh, no son, nothing at all. I was just curious as to why Tavia suddenly has an interest in being friends with Mary." he said, looking at me quizzically.

Shrugging, I honestly told him I had no clue. "Dad, do you ever wonder about Tavia? What goes on in her mind? She's never seemed to like me much. Do you have any clue why?"

He simply shook his head and then stood up. "How bout we go have a drink while we wait on dinner? I could definitely use one." His eyes moved back to the staircase as I followed him out of the room and into the kitchen. I wondered what he was thinking.

 

[Guest]

Mary

(sorry I switched from first to third person there...I'm so used to writing third it slipped my mind. LOL!)

As I followed Tavia back to her room, my gaze slid around. Now alone, with her door closed, I suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Well, lady, what was it you wanted to discuss? I'm all ears." She said, smiling at me encouragingly. Shifting in my chair, I couldn't help but notice that she was dressed as if she were going out. She looked nice, but daring...for a moment I got lost in the thought of wearing such an outfit. The look on Ryan's face...poor man would probably pass out in front of me.

With a sigh, I met her questioning eyes and smiled a little, feeling my heart racing with nerves. Should I really be talking to her about these things? I wondered, but took the plunge anyway. "I um...it's about Ryan. I um...I was wondering...has he been with many women before me do you think or know? The reason I ask is...well, he and I haven't...u know..." I felt myself blushing and pressed my hands to my hot cheeks, "Sorry...I don't usually talk about these things. But Ryan and I haven't had sex..." The last word came out as a sort of hushed whisper and I instantly saw the amusement in her eyes. I coughed and looked down at my hands. "I don't know if he just doesn't find me that attractive or what he's waiting for. All we've ever done is kiss and hug and I...well, I want more."

 

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Tavia:

I smiled at Mary, kind of surprised by her question. This hadn't been what I'd expected at all. Not only was she feeling insecure with my brother, but she was coming to me for help! The little bitch was playing right into my hands. I'd never dreamed it would be this easy. It was a sign that I was doing the right thing.

Switching my position on the bed, I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, my chin cupped in my hands. Gazing at her, I carefully chose my words.

"Well, Mary, ummm...have you talked to Ryan about this? It seems as if maybe he should be the one to tell you. Not me." I said, my eyes watching her face for any reaction.

She blinked, her luminous eyes looking at me, a little bit confused. She shook her head, and I sighed.

"See, the thing is, Ryan is not a virgin. Ummm....are you sure you want to know this Mary? I mean, really sure? Because, I mean, I really shouldn't tell you this, but as a woman I think you deserve to know who you're dealing with in a relationship. And seeing how sweet and innocent you are, well, it hurts me to watch him.....oh nevermind." I stopped when I noticed the look on her face. She'd looked confused at first, but now hurt was starting to show through. She apparently wasn't a dummy, and she knew where I was going with this.

"No, Tavia, I need to know. No matter how bad it is.....I need to hear it." she whispered, her fingers twisting together in her lap. I slid off the bed and went to kneel in front of her.

Placing my hands on top of hers, I whispered, "But Mary, this isn't anything good. I don't want to be the one to tell you. You should hear it from him, not me. Not me." I stroked my fingers up her wrist, lightly teasing her pale flesh. I felt her pulse beneath my fingertips and how it quickened as I caressed her. My dark brown eyes looked up into her lighter hazel ones, and I waited for her to respond, my hands now stroking up and down her forearms.

 

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Mary

I couldn't believe my ears and the shiver of dread that slithered down my spine as Tavia hinted around Ryan's past. Then she slid over to me and slid her soft hands over my own, caressing me gently. I tried to reason that she was being sweet and comforting me, but I couldn't help feel a trickle of awareness. It felt...odd...strange, having a woman touch me like this. No other woman I had known had even given as much as a hug, yet there she was. Beautiful and finelly sculpted, sitting before me caressing my wrists and forearms. It took me a moment to find my tongue again.

Blinking, I sighed, wishing I had the nerve to talk to him about these things. "I...damn...I was hoping he was inexperienced or something...that would explain it. But if he's not..." the look in Tavia's eyes told me he wasn't. I stared into hers a moment before nervously licking my lips. "So what should I do?"

My voice came out rather plaintive and a little whiny. "Am I not good enough? Why is he treating me like a little doll?" I asked her, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt now. It had been months and I was getting frustrated with the situation. "Tavia, how do I try and tempt him?"

 

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Tavia:

I smiled at her and kept my hands on her arms. Leaning closer to her, so that my full breasts were pressed against her legs, I said, "Well, I'm not really sure Mary. What have you two done together? I know Ryan is kind of ummm, odd in his sexual desires. This one girl....well, just put it this way, she was a definite freak and he talked about her kinks all day long. I almost got sick of hearing it. Maybe you shouldn't be so innocent Mary. Ryan likes his women to be ladies in public but wildcats in the bedroom. How experienced are you? Still a virgin?"

When she nodded, I almost laughed out loud. This was going to be even more fun than I thought. I moved back to the bed and then patted the mattress beside me. "Come sit with me Mary, and let's talk about this. Tell me what you've done and maybe I can teach you some things that Ryan likes."

When she sat beside me, I slid over a bit so that our bodies were touching, and I rested my hand on her thigh. Squeezing it a bit, I leaned closer to her, my eyes meeting her, our lips mere inches apart. "So, tell me pretty Mary, just how much about sex do you know?" I could feel her breath on my lips, and I licked them, my tongue gliding slowly over them. Her eyes were locked on my mouth and I smiled, my hand squeezing her leg again, a little more tightly this time.

 

[Guest]

Mary

Admitting that I was a virgin left me feeling hot and vulnerable. Tavia was so close...her breasts first pressing against my legs and now sitting so close to me that her body heat mingled with mine. Her breath fanned part of my face as she spoke to me and her hand squeezed my thigh intimately. sending a sudden sharp thrill of desire. I gasped softly at the sensation. It wasn't entirely foreign, but it made her ache as intensily as Ryan.

I watched in apt interest as her tongue snaked out and wet her full lips. "I um...I...I..." I began, stutterings softly, before clearing my throat and leaning away to look into her face. "Tavia." I began, pushing a hand against her chest, which fell right between her breasts. "I haven't done anything other than some heavy petting...you know, a little fondling here and there, nothing serious." Ryan's warnings of his sister's tricks kept flashing through my mind...should I really be trusting her? She was acting odd and I was feeling increasingly nervous, not to mention worried about Ryan. Maybe I should just have talked to him! "Are you sure about Ryan...please Tavia, I need to know the truth. I don't want to play games. Ryan is really like that?" I asked, my big eyes still wide with the shocking thoughts of my boyfriend getting a kick out of kinky wild sex.

 

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Tavia:

I knew I was getting to her, but when her hand fell between my breasts, it was I who was stunned. Her fingers on my skin felt so nice! Nicer than I had imagined. I had begun this journey thinking that I would be untouched, left cool and composed. But this was my first inkling that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong. Shaking my head, I rid myself of the thought. I could do this. I was strong, and determined. Mary wouldn't get to me. I'd use her for pleasure and revenge, and then move on. I could do it. I knew I could.

Lifting a hand to cover hers, I held her palm against my heart, allowing her to feel it beating through my skin. "Mary, babe, I'm sorry. But yes, it's true. It's not a bad thing, not really. But for you it might be. You're too good and innocent to become Ryan's newest plaything. Be careful with him, lady. I don't want to see you hurt. You're the only girl that he's dated that was kind to me. And that's why I'm telling you this. All the other bitches he dated hated me. I don't know why. That's why I'm so aloof. But I could tell you were different...better. Too good for him. Ryan seems perfect on the outside...but once you're in. Well, you'll see. Just promise me you'll take it slow?"

I lifted my other hand to stroke her cheek, my eyes locked onto hers. I still held her tiny hand to my chest and I shifted slightly, so that her palm brushed against the fullness of my left breast. My nipple hardened under the touch, and I saw her eyes flicker to my t-shirt, where it stood pronounced under the thin material. I leaned away from her, and her hand dropped onto my lap, her fingertips just brushing the zipper of my denim skirt. I felt a sudden rush of moisture in between my thighs, just from the weight of her hand on my crotch. I swallowed, and looked down to where her hand was resting on my lap. My eyes then lifted back to hers, and my fingers on her cheek moved over to her mouth, one fingertip tracing the lines of her full lips.

Then, pretending I hadn't been aware of what I was doing, I gasped and pulled my hand quickly away from her face. "I'm sorry Mary. You're so pretty and I just got carried away. I didn't mean to go so far...I hope I haven't offended you?" I stood up, her hand dropping from my lap onto my bed. Standing in front of her, I clasped my hands in front of me, and looked at her imploringly. "Please tell me you forgive me?"

 

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Mary

My mind was slightly muddled I realized as I let Mary press my hand against her chest, shifting it a little agains the soft swell of one breast. It felt warm and soft beneath my fingers. I almost ached to caress it, trace the curve and squeeze the softness, testing it. I had never touched another woman in this way before...I had barely touched myself for that matter!

Then my hand had fallen to her lap. I stared at it, frozen in place as my eyes flickered up to hers. Her fingers were almost hot against my skin, tracing the line of my cheek over my lips. Then she snapped back away from me and I felt a sudden rush of breathlessness as I remembered to breath.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to move. I had to get out of this space. Allt his information on Ryan and now these strange feelings that left my body aching again, I needed AIR!

Abruptly standing, I stumbled and then regained footing, brushing my clothes down and patting my hair. "I...uh...it's fine, Tavia. I'm sorry. I'll be careful...with...um, Ryan. Yes...we'll talk again soon. OK? I...I...I just have to go..." I stuttered. She looked so sweet and sincere that it tore at my heart. "It's fine, really Tavia. No harm done." I said, blushing strongly and turning to get out of her room. My hands closed over the door knob and I fumbled a second, trying to get the stupid lock to work. Finally I got it to work as I felt her move up behind me and flung it open, stepping into the hallway.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Thank you...for helping." I whispered, making sure no one would hear us. Unsure if I really had wanted to know that much about Ryan's past. Now I felt at odds with the situation. "Bye Tavia."

With that I turned and quickly moved down the staircase, realizing that I looked like a scared kitten running back to it's mother. At the bottom, I paused, took a deep cleansing breath and forced on a soft smile, trying to remain cool and collected.

"Ryan hon, are you ready to go? I have books to study for an up coming test."

 

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Tavia:

"It's fine, really Tavia. No harm done." she said, hurrying away from my bed. I smirked a little when Mary turned her back to me. But then my eyes dropped to the swell of her ass and my mind wandered. Damn! Now I was turned on and she was running! But I told myself to slow down. No need to frighten her off completely.

I watched as she fumbled with the lock and had just reached out to help her when she finally wrenched the door open and stumbled out into the hallway.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Thank you...for helping. Bye Tavia." she mumbled, before she spun on her heel and fled down the stairway back to her precious Ryan.

Following her with my eyes until she disappeared from sight, I smiled, thinking about what to do tomorrow when she called. But for now, I had a minor problem to take care of. I was so damned aroused that I could feel my wetness coating the inside of my thighs. Reentering my room, I again locked the door behind me then went to my bathroom to draw a bath. Once the tub was full, I sank into it and began to quickly explore my body with my fingertips. There was nothing gentle about my masturbation today; I was way too hot for that. I quickly brought myself over the edge, two fingers inside myself, the other hand rubbing my clit. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I relaxed into the hot water and lay there, eyes closed, imagining that it had been Mary's fingers that had brought me such pleasure.

 

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Ryan:

I heard Mary coming down the stairs and rose to meet her. I noticed Tavia watching from the doorway of her room, and saw the small smirk plastered on her cruel yet lovely face. My sister was striking, I'd give her that, but that smirk...it scared me. When she saw me, she turned and entered her room, closing the door behind her.

"Ryan hon, are you ready to go? I have books to study for an up coming test." I heard Mary say, and I snapped my attention back to her beautiful form.

Taking her hand, I pulled her against me, hugging her tightly. I could feel her heart racing against my chest, and I stepped back, looking down into her upturned face quizzically. "Are you ok Mary? You feel as if you've just run a relay. You're shaking! What did that bitch do to you?" I pushed her away and started to move toward the stairs, but her hand on my arm stopped me.

Turning back to her, I waited for her to respond.

 

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Mary

I turned to grasp Ryan's arm before things got out of hand, finding myself blushing and more than a little nervous now. Damn! I hadn't hidden anything well at all. "No, please Ryan. She did nothing...I'm fine. We just had a talk, that's all. No harm done." I said, softly and soothingly, a pleading note lacing through my words.

He looked unsure, frowning with concern as he clasped my hands in his and hugged me to him again, stroking my back gently. "You shouldn't talk to her...she's nothing but trouble."

"Ryan, please." I mumbled against his shirt and drew back. "Lets just go home. I have studying to do."

He still seemed reluctant, but finally sighed and nodded. Saying a quick goodbye to his father, we slipped out together, hand in hand. On the way back to campus, I couldn't shake the shock, the confusion or the extreme urge to find some sort of physical release. My mind was a muddle and I didn't know how to even approach my own boyfriend about this. I just hoped that he would drop me off and let me think about things. Thankfully that's just what he did, after a few failed attempts and asking me why I seemed upset after talking to his sister. I laughed it off and let him kiss me. Hoping for it to be short and sweet, but he made it long, wet and open mouthed, leaving me more flustered and aching painfully by the time he turned away and left.

Flushed and irritated with myself, I turned and fled into my dorm room, thankful that my roommate was nowhere to be seen. Deep calm breaths...I sucked in breath after breath, blowing them out slowly until I finally was able to pick up a book and drown myself in complex theories, hoping to forget the soft silky feel of Tavia's breast and the hard, masculine body of my boyfriend...both left me puzzled and unsure of myself...and both made me want.

 

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Tavia:

The next morning I awoke early and took a long shower, washing my hair and shaving all the important parts. I was going to advance my plan this afternoon, and wanted to be prepared. Stepping out of the shower, I dressed in a long, flowing floral skirt, and a fitted white tank top. After brushing my hair till it was completely straight and shining, and applying a little makeup, I went downstairs for breakfast.

"Hi daddy," I said brightly, leaning over to kiss his clean shaven cheek. He merely grunted from behind his paper, and I scowled, irritated already. Sliding into my chair, I reached for a croissant and buttered it. Sipping the orange juice that Melissa our maid had just poured for me, I again attempted conversation with my father. "Daddy, my new project is coming along so well! You should come out to the studio to see it one day."

Looking over the business section, he lifted his eyebrows. "You're still messing around with that artsy fartsy crap? Octavia, when are you going to go to school dear, and do something to finally make me proud?" With that said, he disappeared behind the Journal again, and continued to ignore me.

Angry tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly brushed them away. Melissa smiled sadly at me, and I just glared at her until she left the dining room. Quickly eating my now tasteless croissant and finishing my juice, I stood to go. "Bye Dad. I'll see you later." Leaving the room, I clenched my teeth and reminded myself that soon my brother would be repaid for what he'd done to my relationship with my father. After my mother had died, my dad had been completely in love with my paintings. He'd told me that he couldn't wait to see my work in a New York gallery. Now, however, that he'd seen Ryan swiftly making his way through law school, my dad was no longer impressed with my talent. He was convinced I should go to school to be a lawyer as well. Too bad he didn't understand that I had no intention of EVER going to college. I'd already sold a painting or two and I knew I'd make it one day in the art world. Too bad my father didn't see it.

Sighing as I climbed behind the wheel of my car, I began plotting my next step. I knew that Mary studied on campus every day underneath the same tree. Ryan had told me one day in a rare fit of kindness that that was where they'd shared their first kiss. And now I was going to make sure the same thing happened there again, only this time, I was the one going to be doing the kissing. I only hoped I was there in time to catch her alone.

Stopping along the way, I picked up two bottles of Evian and some cold sandwiches from the nearby deli. I knew that Mary often skipped lunch because of her hectic schedule. It was another thing that Ryan had mentioned that I had filed away for later use. After running a few errands, I glanced at my watch and noticed it was about time to set my next stage into motion.

I parked in the visitor parking lot outside the university's library, and grabbed my bag which doubled as my purse. Inside were the water and sandwiches. Slipping my sunglasses on, I began walking toward the tree where I prayed Mary would be sitting, unaware that I was on my way.

 

[Guest]

Mary

After a restless night of sleep, I really didn't want to go anywhere. I just wanted to lay in my bed and sleep the day away, but I had never been one to just laze around and not do what I felt needed to be done. So after showering and dressing, I took some time styling my hair into a long smooth style until it fell softly around my shoulders and down my back. I then picked out a pretty, but conservative skirt that fell mid calf along with a sleeveless stop that hugged my body like most of my tops, but didn't reveal much more skin than my arms. Slipping on a pair of heeled sandles, I found myself walking toward my favorite tree after the first of my early classes with a heavy sigh.

Nothing seemed the same anymore...I needed to talk to Ryan and hoped that he would be along soon. Just as my thoughts drifted to him and Tavia, a shadow fell over my books. Curious I looked up and felt my mouth drop open. "Tavia!"

Gazing up at her, I watched as she slipped down on the blanket before me, smiling so sweetly. "What brings you here?" I asked her, my eyes skimming over her pretty body quickly before returning to her eyes. The past feeling of her skin beneath my finger tips making them itch for more.

 

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Tavia:

"Hi Mary. I knew that when you left last night you seemed a little perturbed. I couldn't help but think it was my fault. So I remembered that Ryan told me about this spot, and I thought I'd stop by just to check up on you. Also, I brought you some lunch. Since Ryan doesn't ever stop talking about you, I know that you don't eat often either cause of the tight time schedule. So here. Hope you like turkey." I said as I handed her a plastic wrapped sandwich and the cool bottle of Evian.

I could see the surprise in her eyes as she hesitantly took my offering. I knew that Ryan hadn't ever spoken kindly of me; it was apparent in all of Mary's body language whenever she was around me. When she'd taken the sandwich and drink, I patted her knee softly and then began unwrapping my own lunch.

"So, how's your day going lady? Busy as usual?" I looked over the stack of books beside her, and my eyes widened. "Heavy classload this semester? Wow. I could never do that. I'm so not smart enough." Shaking my head and looking shyly away, I bit into my ham sandwich, avoiding her eyes. Just as I'd hoped, I'd baited her. Her next words proved it.

"But of course you're smart Tavia! Whatever gave you the idea you weren't?"

I just shook my head, and sipped my water. When she prodded me a little more, I whispered, "Well, Mary, my dad thinks so. And so does Ryan. So what am I supposed to think? I could never do all the things that Ryan does. I'm only good at my painting, and even that doesn't please my father. So maybe I'm no good at that either. I just know I could never be smart enough to go to this school with you and Ryan. Never!" I sighed, and rewrapped my sandwich. Taking another drink of my Evian, I looked up at her, false tears in my eyes. "What am I supposed to do Mary? My father hates me! I'll never make him happy, never!" I began crying in earnest then, my hands over my face, shoulders shaking from the force of my sobs. Good God! I was crying, and not that fake shit I'd planned either. But when I felt Mary's hand on my shoulder, I realized that this unplanned show of emotion on my part would only make everything easier. Leaning into her, I put my head on her shoulder and let go. All the years of holding back I released in a rush, and Mary seemed unsure what to do for me. She held me tentatively as I cried my eyes out.

 

[Guest]

Mary

I was totally taken by surprise when Tavia dissolved into tears and wasn't sure what to do. Looking about I saw several people glance our way and realized this was no act. I tentatively wrapped my arm around her shoulders and felt her lean into me, her tears flowing freely.

"Shhhh now, it's OK...let it go." I murmured, unsure of what else to do. She turned on me then and clutched me close. I gasped in surprise and strained a second, then made myself relax. She was upset...it was the least I could do. I let her wrap her arms around my waist and bury her face into my shoulder and busied myself stroking her hair and back gently, murmuring soft words of encouragement. As she hiccuped and gulped, I felt a pang of anger towards her father and to Ryan who obviously didn't understand how Tavia was truly hurting.

"There there...it's OK Tavia...It'll work out in the end." I whispered and felt her draw back. I crinkled my nose a little and grinned sweetly. Her mascara was everywhere and when I glanced down at my shoulder, it was smeared all over my sweater. "I think we better get you cleaned up."

Forgetting about the sandwiches and water, I packed up my things, deciding I'd rather help Tavia than worry about my next class. I would make it up later. "Come on...lets get your face washed." I urged and helped her stand. She clasped my hand and I smiled softly, leading her towards my dormitory just as Ryan decided to make his appearance from his usualy class.

I felt a pang of guilt that I wasn't used to, but smiled and waved at him as we kept walking...

 

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Ryan:

My last class had left me irritated. The professor had run over about 10 minutes and now I was going to be late for my frat meeting. I was the damned President for pete's sake! This was NOT a good example to be setting for my pledges.

I was rushing straight through the middle of campus, hoping to pass Mary on the way so I could grab a kiss and then run to the frat house and make my apologies. Nearing the tree where she usually took her midday break, I saw her walking toward me, her arm wrapped around a sobbing girl. Frowning, I slowed down a bit to see if I could help, but at that moment the girl lifted her head and my mouth dropped as I realized it was Tavia. Expecting them to stop near me, I was even more astounded as Mary simply lifted her hand and waved, then continued up the walk toward her dormitory.

Gazing after them for a second, I contemplated chasing them, but then decided that my meeting had to come first. Being President had a lot of pressure, and I didn't want to let my brothers down. I'd simply find out what was going on later, when Mary and I met for dinner. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I took off at a jog toward the frat house, yet my mind lingered somewhere behind me, on Mary and Tavia.

 

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Tavia:

I smirked a bit through my quickly drying tears when I saw the confused expression on Ryan's face. Ducking my head again so that Mary wouldn't notice, I leaned more heavily on her as I followed her to what I assumed would be her dorm room. How easily this was playing out.

After climbing the two flights of stairs to her tiny private room, we finally arrived. Unlocking the door, she allowed me to enter first, and she followed. Motioning to the only sofa in the room, a tiny two-seater, she said, "Have a seat, Tavia, while I get you a damp cloth to wash your face." I did as I was told, and sat demurely, my hands folded in my lap, fingers twisting around each other. I heard her running water from the sink in the closet-like bathroom and then she was kneeling in front of me, much like the other day when I did the same for her. I lifted my face so that she could wipe the streaks of mascara from my cheeks and our eyes met. Feeling the electricity in that gaze, I brought my hand to her face again, my fingertips stroking her soft skin lightly.

"Thank you Mary. You're so kind to me. Thank you for that." I whispered, allowing my fingers to move to her mouth again. She didn't move, just continued staring at me with those amazing eyes of hers. Taking that as a positive sign, I leaned forward and gently, oh so gently, brushed my lips over her forehead. When she didn't back off, I dipped my mouth down and this time, our lips met in the softest kiss I could ever remember having. Just the brushing of lips, no tongue, and yet I became aroused. I pressed a bit harder, and then sat back, my eyes searching hers for some sort of reaction. God, how I wanted her!

 

[Guest]

Mary

I hadn't expected that kiss and yet when I saw the look in her eyes when she stared into mine, I couldn't have moved if my life had depended on it. I was under her spell it seemed and my body was on fire!

It was a strange combination...her soft lips against mine felt odd and yet thrilled me to no end. Ryan's were always so firm...showing off strength and security as his body did pressed against mine. But Tavia's...Tavia's lips were soft and silky, whispering unheard of promises that also made me ache and want something I had no clue about.

All I could do was stare back at her, breathless, my face flushed with warmth and panties already wet with longing. "Tavia..." I whispered, the realization of what had just taken place was slowly sinking in...Ryan was my boyfriend and I had just kissed his sister! "Tavia..."

My mind was muddled and suddenly I just couldn't form a complete sentence. Her face was clean how, but still a little red and puffy around the eyes, yet she was still beautiful. Reaching I caressed her cheek as she had done with me before and traced her lips and dipped my finger dips down over her chin, then off of her. Her skin was soft, silky and warm, "We can't...Ryan...I..." My gaze met hers again, confused and in turmoil. "Tavia...?"

 

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Tavia:

We sat staring at each other, our eyes locked. I could hear the confusion in her soft voice, and I almost backed off. Almost. But this was something I had to do, no matter the consequences. It was about ME and nobody else. I couldn't let some innocent young girl stop me on my path of revenge.

Sliding off the bed, I knelt in front of her. Both of us on our knees, I placed both hands on her cheeks and leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers again, this time more firmly. I felt her resistance, so I moved my hands to her shoulders, gripping her more tightly. Opening my mouth, I let my tongue trace over her lower lip before sucking it into my mouth and nibbling on it. Her breath left her in a gasp, and I felt her relax just a bit. Following the encouraging sign, I slid my tongue into her mouth and teased around her tongue for a few seconds before withdrawing. Leaning back on my heels, I looked at her, and said, "Mary, oh Mary, you're so lovely. You deserve so much better than Ryan. So much better." I rubbed my thumb over her mouth, feeling the traces of my saliva on them. Moving forward, I kissed her again, and this time she responded a little more. I moaned and deepened the kiss, my tongue trying to taste hers. I only hoped that she didn't freak out on me and demand that I leave. I was moving faster than I had orginally planned, but she had made it so easy. And she was hard to resist. Ever since the first day in my bedroom, I'd actually wanted her. Not just for vengeance, but because she was a truly amazing woman. Now, I was at the point of no return, and if she rebuked me, I'd be left with no chance to make Ryan pay. God, let this work!