THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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Everything's different now, and not in the way it's supposed to be. I feel suppressed for the first time in my life, like a prisoner in my own home. My brother is to blame… and I can't figure out why. Wayne used to be the laziest person I knew, wasteful… never putting effort into anything, always doing the bare minimum when progressing in his studies… he used to be pathetic. He used to be useless.
Wayne's changed in a way that can't be measured. He's still the same, but he's… dare I say… he's become powerful now. He's still a prick… and at times I can catch him still being a lech… but it's different somehow… it's more controlled… more intentional. I don't even know what made me notice the change or where it started. I thought I was smarter than that. I thought I noticed these things… but now I'm doubting my intuition. He's both simultaneously a better and worse person all at the same time.
It's nearly impossible to find him not working his ass off to some degree. I see him reading more books than even I do, and some of the titles… I didn't even know we had some of the books I've seen him reading. He's been reading books like the Scarlet Pavilion, Urban city design, A Captain's Guide to a Militia that Respects You, Economics for a Novice Merchant, and Reading the Weather for Farmers.
It's almost like something snapped inside him from the moment father's funeral was over. There's some kind of desperation driving him insane, some invisible force I can't identify. He doesn't just read these books, he takes notes, and he re-reads them like a madman.
At first I thought he might be possessed by a spirit, but then he acts like his normal perverted asshole self. I'll catch him looking at me, at mother, and at Kate with creepy green eyes that are in a constant evaluation mode. He used to only look at the maids, and now he barely looks at them like that anymore.
He made new uniforms for the maids, and now they look like whores. I figured they would quit, and some did… but those that quit did so before the uniforms had even arrived. I don't even know why they quit. I wasn't fast enough to pry into it before the new rule took hold in all of them. It's a secret now that I'm not allowed to know.
The new rule keeping that secret safe is also the rule that's keeping me prisoner in my own house. I can't give orders anymore, neither can mother, and neither can Kate. Wayne's now the sole authority in the manor, and the staff willingly… WILLINGLY OBEY. I can't understand how he did it. It's like magic. Like mind control almost… but not like any mind control I've ever heard of.
Heather used to be my maid, but now that's also changed. Now Penny is responsible for me. I don't hate Penny, but she's dim and too happy. Heather was fun. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind or to listen to my darkest ideas. Penny squirms when I try to scheme with her. I used to have someone in the house I could keep secrets with, but now that person is gone, and it pisses me off.
Every morning I wake up, I wake up with this sliver of hope that things are going to go back to normal, and then that hope is crushed the moment I lay eyes on Penny's stupid face. Again. I don't hate her. I just hate what her presence represents.
Mother won't speak ill of Wayne… at least not in my company. I can sometimes hear her arguing with Wayne and then a smile crosses my face as I press my ear to the door. My smile tends to fade shortly after as I listen to the actual argument as opposed to the echoes bouncing off the walls resembling speech.
When mother would argue with Wayne, she used to be able to put him in his place, and she used to send him into a pouting fit. As of late, it's the other way around. Mother's been losing her arguments with Wayne, and I don't like it. I don't like it at all. No matter what argument she puts up he always has an answer, and he always has a reason. This new Wayne is confident… far too confident to truly be my idiot brother.
He knows what he wants and is willing to cut out anyone who gets in his way. He's dangerous in a way I didn't understand was possible. He's still my brother, so he isn't cruel… in fact he's very careful around me. It's almost disarming.
Confiding in Kate just makes it worse. My idiot sister says our brother isn't doing anything wrong yet and that even though what he's doing is odd, that's no reason to suspect he's up to no good. She's got no survival instincts it seems. If Kate wants to be a fool, that's her choice. She's never been known to be very clever to anyone anyways. As for me. I can't stand anyone smarter than me, not that Wayne is… but he's making me question myself.
Growing up with Wayne wasn't easy. He was always selfish, always looking for attention, always fighting against everyone. He hated studying, he hated learning, he hated manners, he hated being respectful, he hated spending time outside, he hated the cold, he hated wearing clothes, and most of all, he hated me.
I ended up being the smart one. I saw how Wayne treated other people and how he spent his time, and all I could think of that was that it was wasteful. Wayne was a wasteful person. I didn't want to be like my brother, I wanted people to actually like me. I wanted to be someone useful, someone who mattered.
I studied harder than Wayne, learned better manners than him, I started to beat him in arguments using logic and facts, and best of all, I was a girl, which meant I naturally had greater charm than him, especially if I took care of myself and dressed well. I had the upper hand and my coward brother started to retreat himself, making me stand out all the more. I had become the only person getting invited to parties. I was the one with friends and connections. It was all going so well.
I thought I could show father that I was the one who should inherit everything… that Wayne didn't deserve a single coin of our family's fortune. When my father was lying sick in bed, I tried to stay by his side as much as mother would allow me to. Wayne didn't even try to be there. This should have been the final nail in the coffin, and when father told me he noticed how hard I'd been pushing myself, I thought that was it… that I had won.
He then gave me a request. That request was to be an asset to Wayne once Wayne became his successor. My words failed me that day. I let silence fill the space between my answer to his request for far too long. All I could manage was a simple nod. I couldn't face father after that request, and two days later… he passed.
No matter what I did, it wasn't enough. I have to get away from this place… from this family… from him. I don't know how… but I'll find a way. I don't belong here. I once convinced myself that this was my house… my mother… my sister… my staff… my territory… but it all keeps slipping further and further away from me. Before Wayne changed I could convince myself I was right to think that, but now that he's made everything his… and so easily… I'm scared.
I don't know what awakened in Wayne, and now I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to control whatever it is that took hold of him, even if it is something as simple as just pure ambition and vision. My plans feel short sighted, and if father saw this and knew this would happen, it just makes it all the more terrifying. I don't feel safe… I don't feel in control. I want to go someplace where I can be of use… where I can collect my thoughts and maybe understand where I went wrong.
What makes it all the worse is that Wayne's brought in a newcomer, some poor orphan boy he found on the streets. An orphan boy isn't a huge problem, but this one's different, and Wayne seems to have caught on to just how different this boy is. He's been teaching him personally day in and day out. He's learned how to talk in front of us properly and his posture is starting to improve little by little.
I don't know how he found this boy, only that this boy also scares me. Wayne is raising this boy himself… and that to me is what makes it so dangerous. Not only has Wayne been improving himself, but now he's at the point where he can also dedicate time to improving others. We lost support from the king… but maybe that's only a temporary situation now… maybe that was what made Wayne snap. It sounds plausible enough.
I'm fourteen… in most people's eyes I'm still a child… but I have maybe two more years before I'm a prime candidate for marriage. There's some cases of girls getting married at fourteen, but I'm not interested in being one of those. I can wait two years… but I have to start looking… I have to weigh my options, and I have to make sure Wayne doesn't suspect a thing.
I'll try to put pressure on him… and if that doesn't work… I'll elope. I know it isn't fair to leave Kate and Mother behind, but Kate's made her choice, and Mother's at fault for not seeing the truth about Wayne, for not helping father see that I was the one who should have inherited everything.
I can't do this alone though. It was the end of February, the 20th to be exact. I have to visit my cousins in Shining Lake. They'll know what I should be doing, or at least, they better. They're older than me so they should have more exposure and details on how to court men and how to win their favor. I don't have to rely on a man… Great Aunt Elena doesn't, but building your reputation as a woman isn't easy… it isn't fast.
No matter how intelligent you are, no matter how beautiful… no matter how talented… no one pays attention to any woman until she's around sixteen, but I need to be noticed before that. I need to escape by the time I'm sixteen, not after.
The initial plan was to ask Wayne for permission to take the coach to Shining Lake, and if that failed I would just walk. To my surprise he gave me permission. He even offered to go with me, and before I knew it we were both sat across from each other on our way to Shining Lake. I knew it wasn't going to be easy to get his approval. I knew there was a catch. Sitting across from him now… it just feels different now.
Wayne was wearing that black cloak of his with an old cheap brown uniform. As for me, I was wearing my green and black satin dress with black bows in my hair and a white cloak for warmth.
I haven't spent very much time with him since father passed, so now I can see just how much he's changed. His eyes… they used to be full of life, and now I can see so much wear that wasn't there before. His hair looks rougher… so I guess he's not paying as much attention to it as he used to. His body is also starting to fill out. It must be from all that training. He's starting to look less like my brother and more like a– no. He's still Wayne. I know that much.
Even with his coat I can tell his shoulders are broader. That's all. He really is a boy after all. I know… I know I'm not much as far as being feminine is concerned… I have a petite frame… my breasts are coming in if barely. I'm still taller than Wayne for now, but mother says that won't be the case for long. Damn, I hope he doesn't get much taller than me. I'd hate having to look up at him anytime we talk.
I don't know how much time has passed between us in this coach so far, but even without counting the minutes, I know it's too many. He hasn't so much as looked at me the entire time, dazed as if there's anything remarkable to think about in his mind. He isn't like me. He already has a fortune, has a future, and has money he can invest and be ambitious with. I have essentially nothing. He's got nothing to worry about so seeing that face on his face crawls under my skin.
"You look so worried for a person who has absolutely nothing to worry about!" I shot at him. He didn't even flinch. Who was this even?
"Sorry. Do you need me to be more chipper when I'm around you?" He eventually replied.
"Aren't you mature all of a sudden?" I said.
"Me? I'm not mature. Far from it. I know I'm an idiot." he replied unexpectedly.
Wayne? Admitting he was an idiot? What happened to him? Where's his pride? His incessant need to be right?! Is he doing this purposely to piss me off? Did he realize that he can make my skin crawl more if he acts like this?!
Talking to Wayne isn't fun… it never was, but when I talk to him now it gives me an uneasy feeling… something that I can't quite place. It reminds me of… I figured it out. It's like those dreams where I'm at a party and I'm naked. Everyone can see through me, and even if I try to cover myself with my arms it somehow isn't enough… it somehow feels worse than if I just stand there and let people stare at me.
Wayne's words are having that kind of effect on me. It's like he knows something about me that I don't even realize myself, that he sees everyone with an intense gaze that pierces through more than just simple cloth and flesh. Some of our tutors gave off that aura in certain situations… but for Wayne that feeling is constant.
I steeled my will not to engage in anymore conversations with Wayne for the rest of the trip. I've gotten this far. I can't let myself falter now, not when I'm so close to getting away from him. Simple curiosity should never be enough to delve deeper into matters that confuse or alarm you. My life isn't in danger even if it feels like it, and no matter what Wayne says… his words don't hold any true meaning to them. I need to ignore him so I don't break down and lock myself away.
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"You're right Emma. Now that I've talked with him a bit. Wayne does seem to be off." My cousin Julie confirmed to me after we had visited for about an hour. My other cousin Irma nodded in agreement.
"Do you think there might be some sort of outside influence?" Irma asked.
"No. Wayne hardly ever goes out. He stays close to the manor and when he does go out he's always sure everyone knows exactly why." I explained.
"For example?" asked Julie
"A couple weeks ago he went out to Mackdale, and when he did he made sure we all knew it was so that he could survey the town to see what kind of shape it was in. It seems that's exactly what he did, but with one deviation."
"Deviation?" asked Julie.
"Yeah. He found some orphan boy off the streets and has seemingly… adopted him." I said through an annoyed grimace.
"What do you mean he adopted him?!" Irma exclaimed.
"There are only two things anyone would want to do with an orphan boy they found off the streets. The first is sponsorship. Sponsorship of a destitute orphan who doesn't have any skills is common enough. It's really just a gamble, one that pays off in bigs ways if done right. The other reason one would want an orphan boy is to groom them into a servant or retainer. Wayne treats the boy like neither of the two. He treats him better than that… like a brother."
"A BROTHER?! SOME DESTITUTE ORPHAN?!" Irma cried out annoyingly loud I might add.
"Keep your voice down idiot! Do you want Wayne to hear you?!" I hissed.
"Oop– Sorry!" Irma squeaked. Both cousins had a look of horror on their faces that looked incredibly dumb. What I said wasn't that horrifying. Irritating sure, but horrifying? Were these girls really so sheltered?
"What do you plan to do about him?" Julie asked, her voice just above a whisper.
"Wayne?"
"No! The orphan boy!" Julie cried out, her voice still soft with a crack in it.
"Why should I do anything about him? He's harmless."
"What if he has diseases?!" Irma asked.
"Oh my god, you both are so prissy!"
"No we're not! Diseases are a serious thing! I don't want to get sick and die and neither should you Emma!" Julie exclaimed.
"Wayne cleaned him okay? He doesn't even smell anymore! I didn't come here to ask you about how to get rid of a stupid harmless orphan! Wayne is my problem! I need to figure out a way to escape him that doesn't look too desperate!"
"You want to escape Wayne? How are you going to do that in a way that doesn't look desperate?!" Julie asked.
"Marriage obviously."
"Marriage?" Irma asked.
"Yes. Marriage."
"Emma dear, don't you think you're a bit too young to be thinking about marriage?" Julie suggested.
"In two more years I won't be. I'm not looking to get married right now, but I am looking for options, and most importantly, I'm looking for advice on how to win over a man quickly."
"You want seduction advice?!" Julie exclaimed.
"I need options. If learning seduction is what I have to resort to, it's a risk I'm willing to take. Don't think I'm so shallow as to consider seduction my only option. They say that poison is a woman's weapon, but I'd rather not be so obvious. Whatever I do to break away from Wayne's new sense of control it has to feel natural, and it has to feel like something I would have thought up. It just so happens that you both happen to be older than me and have some experience with men, however innocent that experience may be."
"Well you're not wrong about my experience with men being innocent, at least in the sense that I've never really touched or been touched by a man. Julie has a little more experience." Irma confirmed.
"I DO NOT!" Julie protested.
"Then what should I make of that kiss you shared with Lyonel Faddis?" Irma asked with a smirk.
"It was just a kiss! We… we didn't go anywhere beyond that!" Julie said, trying to defend herself.
"I don't care if you had a passionate night with him, if you have advice on how to make men notice you I'll take it, no matter how unbecoming it may sound. Even better if you know who I should go after, it doesn't matter who, as long as they have money and as long as they aren't the controlling type."
"Alright. I'll try to tell you what I can, little cousin." Julie conceded. "I know of a few young men who might give you a little attention, and I do have some ideas of how to get even more eyes on you. It's going to sound pretty crass coming from me, but listen well if you truly want my advice and aren't just looking for excuses to criticize me."
"Alright then. I'm listening."