This is a work of erotic fantasy, so there's quite a lot of sex. However, there isn't sex happening in every chapter. There are many passages that include setup, character development, and all that boring stuff which makes the sex that much more meaningful when it finally happens. I know not everyone cares about backstory or getting to know the characters, so each chapter which does have sex in it also has a heart following its title:

The sex is not intended to be pornographic or paraphilic. It's just the kind of stuff that happens between people, though sometimes in somewhat unusual situations. This includes threesomes and groups, intimacy taking place among people under the age of eighteen (with no one over eighteen present), same-sex partners, and scenes involving brother-sister incest. If you live in the kind of world where you believe those sorts of things never happen, or should never happen, you're both (1) welcome to stop reading now; and (2) not even remotely in touch with reality in any way at all.


-- Harmony Brücke, fricfic at gmail.

Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Overture: Buckets and Powder

The hardest part was filling the bucket, because the dumb old hotel bathroom sink was right by the beds, and the water splashed and gurgled real loud.

Well, the other hardest part was not giggling too loud.

And it wasn't real easy to carry the bucket when it was so full. She didn't think about that until it was almost too late, and it almost slipped out of her wet hands. It was so heavy! But she did it.

This was gonna be her best prank ever.

It was gonna be better than the time she put all that melted chocolate in his underwear drawer. (It looked just like poop! And his friends laughed at him so hard.)

It was gonna be better than the time she glued his dumb old Iron Man comics together. (She put red food coloring in the glue. Gosh! Iron Man must have rusted!)

It was even gonna be better than the time she filled up his galoshes with mud. (It wasn't her fault he didn't check first and his sneakers got all goopy.)

It was gonna be better this time because there would be no evidence. All there would be was a puddle, and from him!

She tippy-toed up to him where he lay in bed, sprawled across the whole mattress, so it was all his. Like she would want to share it with him, yuck. Anyway, she had her own bed.

She lifted his hand, watching his face real close, but he stayed asleep.

Giggling, she put his hand in the bucket of warm water ... and ... waited...

* * *

Mommy told her later that what he'd given her was called an Indian burn. It wasn't fair. All she did was put his hand in water, and he hurt her.

And dumb old Sarah lied to her, because it didn't make him pee the bed at all. She got yelled at, she got an Indian burn, and Mommy even told her she had it coming, and said she needed to be nicer to him. She said she would only ever have one brother, and if she kept pushing him too hard, one day she would go too far, and lose him forever.

Let him get lost, she said.

And it didn't even make him pee the bed!

It wasn't fair!

She nursed her chafed arm, still blubbering a little on the bed. Her bed. He was in his bed, and he could stay there, because yuck. He was a boy, and boys were icky, and they smelled bad. Boys said the Dumbo ride was for dumbos, and boys said mean things about the dolls in Small World, so boys deserved to pee the bed. Boys were stupid. And the stupidest dummy-dumb boys of all were brothers.

She wiped her nose. He knew she was crying. She knew he knew because he covered his head with a pillow so he wouldn't have to hear it.

Her sobs slowed, and quieted, and she smiled in the dark to herself.

Just wait till he put on his undies and discovered the itching powder in them, a sneaky-buy she made herself from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes when Mommy wasn't watching. All his undies. Even the yucky used ones.

Let him get lost. She didn't care.