:-OOOOO crazy! but also... cool. we should say yes! okay i'll say yes. OKAY HOLD ON I THINK I'M MIXING UP MY INCEST. WHAT I THINK I MEANT is that susan and edmund start sleeping together in idaho when when lucy is off with her deadbeat boyfriend and peter goes missing to go binge-screw guys like a closet case. and that's a few years after they flee finchley, they're still relatively young (lucy's first time falling head over heels in love, after all). so, peter doesn't get arrested for the first time until yeeeeeaaaaars after that, so yes, there is time for a buildup to the scale of that kind of job.
me too! it nags at the edge of my mind. edmund and susan being involved would probably be ideal, so they can have sexytimes in whichever exotic locale cor is being held at. hfsdjk and i totally wanted to write peter/corin on more than one occasion.
and here's a LITTLE bit of porn:
"go slow," susan breathes, face flushed. "go slow."
and god, he should, but he doesn't know if he can. edmund keeps his eyes closed as he fucks his sister because if he looks at susan, she's looking back at him, she's watching with these sex eyes and no fear, and it makes him feel obscene. (even more obscene.) if he looks anywhere else, he still sees peter's clothes strewn all over the place.
"susan," he manages, in a strangled sort of tone. "oh, fuck..."
edmund puts all his weight on his arms as he comes, gasping and cursing into her hair. he collapses on top of her, and she puts her arms around him, kisses his cheek.
"...sorry," edmund rasps.
susan laughs sharply. "oh god, edmund, don't say that to your real girlfriend after sex, okay? what are you sorry for?"
he rolls off her, content and unsettled, but mostly content. susan looks thoughtful, but then again she's had more experience having sex with her brother than he has. edmund eases the condom off his cock and replies, "for... not going slow. did you come?"
she hesitates before answering. "no. but we were both a little drunk."
and edmund wants to ask, when you kissed me on the couch, did you really know it was me, or did you think it was peter? but such questions would achieve nothing, so he let sleeping dogs lie. he reaches over the side of the bed and drops the condom in the trash can and avoids looking directly in it just in case he sees other used condoms in there.
"you want a cigarette?" susan offers, holding her pack out at him. she has one in her mouth, and a lighter in her other hand.
"yeah," says edmund. "definitely."
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and when he kisses lucy for the first time, it's kind of like being in a flashback and watching yourself. lucy goes very still, does not press forward, does not pull back, and it's only when edmund says her name, very softly against her lips, that she starts kissing back. but the kisses never become insistent, never impatient. it doesn't end with anyone leading anyone into the bedroom, but instead with lucy smiling and kissing the tip of edmund's nose.
"edmund," she says, as softly as he had said her name against her lips. "we have to go back to work."
"i know."
they don't move for a few seconds, then lucy giggles as she shoves edmund's face with a gloved hand and he squawks indignantly. then they both go back to work.
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crazy! but also... cool. we should say yes! okay i'll say yes.
OKAY HOLD ON I THINK I'M MIXING UP MY INCEST. WHAT I THINK I MEANT is that susan and edmund start sleeping together in idaho when when lucy is off with her deadbeat boyfriend and peter goes missing to go binge-screw guys like a closet case. and that's a few years after they flee finchley, they're still relatively young (lucy's first time falling head over heels in love, after all). so, peter doesn't get arrested for the first time until yeeeeeaaaaars after that, so yes, there is time for a buildup to the scale of that kind of job.
me too! it nags at the edge of my mind. edmund and susan being involved would probably be ideal, so they can have sexytimes in whichever exotic locale cor is being held at. hfsdjk and i totally wanted to write peter/corin on more than one occasion.
and here's a LITTLE bit of porn:
"go slow," susan breathes, face flushed. "go slow."
and god, he should, but he doesn't know if he can. edmund keeps his eyes closed as he fucks his sister because if he looks at susan, she's looking back at him, she's watching with these sex eyes and no fear, and it makes him feel obscene. (even more obscene.) if he looks anywhere else, he still sees peter's clothes strewn all over the place.
"susan," he manages, in a strangled sort of tone. "oh, fuck..."
edmund puts all his weight on his arms as he comes, gasping and cursing into her hair. he collapses on top of her, and she puts her arms around him, kisses his cheek.
"...sorry," edmund rasps.
susan laughs sharply. "oh god, edmund, don't say that to your real girlfriend after sex, okay? what are you sorry for?"
he rolls off her, content and unsettled, but mostly content. susan looks thoughtful, but then again she's had more experience having sex with her brother than he has. edmund eases the condom off his cock and replies, "for... not going slow. did you come?"
she hesitates before answering. "no. but we were both a little drunk."
and edmund wants to ask, when you kissed me on the couch, did you really know it was me, or did you think it was peter? but such questions would achieve nothing, so he let sleeping dogs lie. he reaches over the side of the bed and drops the condom in the trash can and avoids looking directly in it just in case he sees other used condoms in there.
"you want a cigarette?" susan offers, holding her pack out at him. she has one in her mouth, and a lighter in her other hand.
"yeah," says edmund. "definitely."
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and when he kisses lucy for the first time, it's kind of like being in a flashback and watching yourself. lucy goes very still, does not press forward, does not pull back, and it's only when edmund says her name, very softly against her lips, that she starts kissing back. but the kisses never become insistent, never impatient. it doesn't end with anyone leading anyone into the bedroom, but instead with lucy smiling and kissing the tip of edmund's nose.
"edmund," she says, as softly as he had said her name against her lips. "we have to go back to work."
"i know."
they don't move for a few seconds, then lucy giggles as she shoves edmund's face with a gloved hand and he squawks indignantly. then they both go back to work.