A Series of Erotic Events 2-B

TITLE: Series of Erotic Events, Chapter 2 Version B
AUTHOR: CassieJo
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: Incest, slash, threesome, will probably squick you
A/N: My first PWP! I'm so proud, even if people think it sucks. If you do think that, please tell me how I could improve. Thanks!

Olaf leaned against the side of the door, arms across his chest in the most casual manner. He observed Klaus scrambling away from his sister, hiding behind the bed as and trying to find his underwear without taking his eyes off his guardian. Violet simply pulled the blanket over herself. After a moment, he spoke.

"This is a most interesting situation. Why, even in my most erotic plays, I have never seen anything quite like this." At the word "erotic" he began cross the short distance to the bed. He tore away the blanket and eyed the moisture on Violet's clenched thighs. "I have always wondered what you taste like." He looked at Klaus. "Both of you." Olaf pounced onto the bed and pulled the girl's legs apart, his eyes on the boy. "Watch me," he commanded. "Watch me taste the two of you, and maybe I'll allow you to touch her again."

His head dove between her legs, tounge out to flick at her clit. Klaus was unable to tear his eyes away from the look of astonished pleasure on his sister's face as their guardian lapped up their combined juices. Violet shut her eyes tight, trying to pretend that it was her brother making her feel so good, darting his tounge inside of her, twisting his fingers against her inner wall and finding that spot she'd heard so much about. The last thought before she fell quickly over the edge was the luck of Esme Squalor to have such a man. Still, she called her brother's name.

Klaus had grown hard again at the sight of his sister's ectasy. Olaf caught this, raising his head and licking his lips. "Do you want to fuck her again," he asked coarsly. Unable to speak, the boy only nodded. "You may, on one condition. Stay here. I'll be back in a moment." Violet opened her eyes once he left the room.

"Oh, Klaus," she murmmered. "Oh, Klaus, that was amazing. His mouth is...you'd have to feel it!" He gulped at the vision his sister had unwittingly given him - Olaf on his knees with his mouth around the boy's cock, sending mixed shivers of revulsion and pleasure through his body. The count came back before Klaus could attempt to bring himself off. The older man was naked and sporting a sizable erection which Violet stared at as eagarly as a starving man would view a meal. Her brother wondered what he had started, how a simple peek at bare flesh had spiraled to make this terrible man some object of desire for her, and only then did he realize the power of pure unbridled lust.

Olaf threw a few pillows onto the bed, along with a bottle of some sort. "Put the pillows under your hips, girl." Violet obliged without a word, her legs splaying out in a way that was both akward and appealing. "You," he continued with a motion to Klaus, "Get on top of her, but don't fuck her. Yet." Neither noticed him undoing the bottle and rubbing liquid across his cock. He posed himself behind Klaus, caressing the boy's ass with oiled fingers before pushing into him roughly. "Stay still," Olaf ordered, and without another word he drove into Klaus, pushing him into Violet.

It was like nothing else he had ever experienced before, very painful until the older man touched something inside him, and it was all he could do not to spill inside his sister at that very moment. Violet bucked her hips, the new angle making everything so much better, her brother deeper within her as their guardian made all three of them move to a tempo that was far too slow for her liking. No, no, her former guardian, she managed to think as the clock struck midnight, but she couldn't be bothered to care about such things at that moment. Nothing else mattered but the warmth spreading through her loins, threatning to consume her. She gave in with a cry as her third orgasm of the night overtook her. Klaus came a mere moment after, and Olaf right after him, the three collapsing in a tired heap.

A/N 2: I am very tempted to add the line "That is where Esme found them" to the end.