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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      John_Watson/Reader, John_Watson/You, Mycroft_Holmes/Reader, Mycroft
      Holmes/You
  Character:
      John_Watson, Reader, Mycroft_Holmes
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Loss_of_Virginity, Porn_With_Plot, Teasing, Dark!Mycroft
      Holmes, Sibling_Incest, Rough_Sex, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Spanking, Slut
      Shaming, Mycroft_Holmes_has_a_filthy_mouth
  Series:
      Part 1 of Big_Brother_Mycroft
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-15 Completed: 2015-08-26 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 4898
****** The Consequences of Boredom ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Upset that your big brother Mycroft "abandoned" you for the weekend,
     you find other ways to alleviate your boredom in the form of John
     Watson.
Notes
     This story has not been beta'd or brit-picked. All mistakes are my
     own.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Seduction of John Watson *****
You're upset because your older brother Mycroft abandoned you to spend the
weekend with some friends from Uni. You attempt to work on your course work as
a way to try to stifle down any resentment you felt towards him, when you heard
the faint sound of your doorknob being jiggled slightly. You had locked it for
the express purpose of privacy, but, apparently, this is a foreign concept to
your younger brother Sherlock.
You leap out of bed, quickly unlock the door and yank it open, pulling the
person still holding the knob along with it.
“Sherlock, I told you that I wanted to be left alone, all right?” you huff
angrily, without looking at him. When you gaze into the eyes of the person
interrupting you, your body stills, discovering it's clearly not your brother.
“I'm sorry, but I thought this was the door to the guest room.” John stammers
wildly.
“John. I thought you were Sherlock.” you said apologetically.
“It's all right. My fault, really. Should have knocked first.” John shuffles
awkwardly before adding, “Well, I'll leave you to it. Night.” John turns on his
heel and begins heading back into the hallway.
Wait. Did he say the guest bedroom?
“John?”
“Yeah?” John said as turns back towards you.
“Why were you looking for the guest bedroom? I thought you were sleeping in
Sherlock's room.”
John sheepishly looks up into your eyes and stutters, “Sherlock said I was
thinking too much and told me I had to leave because I was ruining his
concentration.”
You giggle mockingly at his admission, but seeing John's defeated expression
made you immediately stifle it and smile sympathetically at him.
“Oh John, I'm sorry. Sherlock can be rather abrupt when expressing himself to
other people. Don't take it personally, all right?”
“Well, it's a bit difficult when he's always going on about much smarter he is
and that I'm an idiot. How could I not take it personally?”
You bite your lip thoughtfully before exclaiming, “My little brother... is a
right twat, isn't he?”
John chuckles. “Yeah. But I still like him, despite all that.”
“I do, too. Well, sort of.” you joke. “John, I know Sherlock likes you too. I
mean, he has a funny way of showing it, but he wouldn't have invited you over
if he didn't want you here.”
“Yeah.” he sighs knowingly. “Umm, well, I've bothered you long enough, yeah?
Night, then.”
“John, you're not bothering me. Really.” you reassure him. “Hey, if you're not
tired, do you want to watch a film with me or something? I mean, only if you
want to. You don't have to, of course.” you stammer.
John smiles shyly. His pupils noticeably dilate slightly as he beams, “Yeah.
That would be fantastic.” John, suddenly embarrassed by his overly enthusiastic
response, stutters, “I mean, are you sure?”
You lick your lips subconsciously. “Yeah, I'm sure.” You watch as John's eyes
follow your tongue as it slides along your soft, wet lips. You gaze up
knowingly into his eyes and smile sweetly.
Well, perhaps this weekend isn't a complete washout after all, you think to
yourself.
You crawl back onto your bed and scoot over a bit to give John enough space to
join you. He gingerly climbs on top of it and stiffly sits up against the
headboard, trying not to sit too close to you.
“Comfy?” you tease.
John's face flushed red as he admits awkwardly, “Not really.”
You smile sweetly at John's frankly adorable nervousness towards you. “John.
Please relax, won't you? I'm not going to bite you.” You suggestively raise
your eyebrows as you coo, “Well, unless you want me to.”
“What?” John stutters, clearly flustered by your brazenness.
“John. I'm just messing.” you giggle.
“Oh. Right. Yeah, of course.”
After an extremely awkward silence, you blurt out, “Let's find a film, yeah?”
**
After the both of you finally decide on what to watch; you both settle
comfortably on your bed, quietly watching some ridiculous horror film. It's
horrifically bad and, in one rather gruesome scene, obscenely gory. It's so
disgusting that you instinctively turn towards John and bury your face in his
shoulder, shielding your eyes from what's happening on screen. You press your
entire body against his; crossing your arm over his chest and clinging onto his
other shoulder.
“Tell me when it's over, all right?” you mumble.
“Yeah. Okay.” John breathes nervously.
You're about to look up at John, wondering why his voice sounded so odd, but
the relentless screams emanating from the television keep you glued to his
shoulder.
For what feels like ages since the screaming had long since stopped, you drag
your face away from John and turn towards the screen, noticing that you've
actually missed a good bit of the movie.
“Hey. You were supposed to tell me when it stopped. Why didn't you?” you
complain.
“I.. uhh... ummm...” John stammers in embarrassment, attempting to avoid eye
contact with you.
“John, I don't understan...” you pause as you look down John's body at the
surprisingly impressive tenting in his pajama bottoms. “Oh.”
You sweetly gaze up into John's eyes, licking your lips suggestively. John
chuckles awkwardly as his cheeks flush red.
“John.” you start as you remove your grip from his shoulder. “There's nothing
to be embarrassed about. I mean, it's natural. Right?” you coo as your fingers
linger slowly down his chest.
You smile as you see John's eyes widen slightly as they follow your hand making
its way down his torso.
“John? Have you ever been with anyone before?”
John's eyes flick up, shyly looking into yours. He gulps visibly before he
stutters, “No.”
Your fingers stop their journey just above the waistband of his bottoms. You
lean in close to him and purr, “Would you like to? I mean, with me?”
“Yeah.” he answers a bit too quickly.
“Yeah?” you beam as you gently place your hand over his clothed erection.
John's breathing hitches as you slowly begin to run your palm up and down the
length it.
“Does that feel good, John?” you ask coyly.
“Mmmhmm.” he murmurs as he lazily closes his eyes.
You wrap your fingers around it, gripping him firmly. His murmurs turn into
soft, shallow moans as you stroke him a bit faster.
“John? Would it be all right if I... touched it? Underneath your clothes, I
mean. Is that...?”
John's eyes snap open as he interrupts you by enthusiastically nodding his
head.
You briefly release your grip around him and climb onto your knees on the bed.
Your fingers gingerly slip into the waistband of his pajamas, pull them upwards
and carefully over his erection. You repeat the same motion with his bright red
underpants and drag both of them down just enough so his thick cock bobs
obscenely above them. You subconsciously lick your lips as you quietly admire
how beautiful it is.
“Oh my, John. You've been keeping quite a big secret, haven't you? Am I first
person you're sharing it with, hmm?”
“Yeah.” he breathes haltingly.
You climb off of the bed, reach your hands underneath your nightgown and slowly
shimmy your knickers down your legs, removing them. You then grab the hem of
your nightie and raise it up and off of your body, placing it on the floor next
to the bed. You crawl back onto the bed and carefully straddle John's lap. His
blue eyes lustfully roam your naked body as you sat on top of him.
Honestly, you were a bit nervous because you'd only ever been with Mycroft. You
start to wonder if it would be the same with John as it was with Mycroft.
No, of course not, silly. John's a bloody virgin, you mentally chastise
yourself.
Suddenly realizing you're losing focus; you shake off those doubts and bend
towards him, claiming John's soft lips with yours.
“Are you nervous, John?”
John lick his lips before stuttering out, “A little bit. Yeah.”
“Do you still want to do this? I mean, if you're not ready...”
“No! I mean, yeah I'm ready. I still want to. Umm, do you still want to? With
me, I mean?”
Fighting a smug smirk, you smile sweetly, “Of course, I do, John. Would you
still be in here if I didn't want you to be?”
“No. I suppose not.” he shrugs.
You smile sincerely and run your fingers through his blond hair. You almost
feel guilty about what you're about to do with him. It's not because you're
about to take his virginity. It's because you're about to cheat on Mycroft.
You rise up off of John's hips, take John's cock into your hand, and line it up
with your wet hole. Without breaking eye contact with him, you sink down onto
him until you're fully seated in his lap. John lets out a strangled groan of
surprise as your warm slit envelopes his erection.
You giggle warmly as you tease, “Still good, John?”
“Yeah. Brilliant, actually.” John blushes.
“Well, I'm going to start to move now, all right?”
John nods affirmatively as his hands tentatively grab your hips. You place your
hands over his and press down on them firmly, encouraging him to do the same to
your body.
You carefully lift yourself up off him, never breaking eye contact with him as
you begin to gently bounce up and down his cock. You know it won't last long
for John so you try your best to go as slowly as possible.
“Do I feel good, John?” you tease seductively as you carefully rock your hips
upwards.
“Yeah.” John groans breathlessly before crying out “Oh fuck!” as he suddenly
comes inside of you. “Bloody hell, I'm sorry. I..” John sheepishly apologizes,
turning away from you in utter embarrassment.
You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “It's all right, John.
Really. Nothing to be sorry about, yeah?”
John gazes hopefully into your eyes, his worried expression slowly dissolving
before your very eyes. “So, it was good then? I mean, before I, well, you
know.”
“Yeah, John. It was very good.” you coo sweetly as you gingerly press your lips
against his. You then carefully lift yourself off of his softening cock.
sliding off of him and back onto the bed. You snuggle in close to him, resting
your head on his shoulder.
“You can only stay for a bit and then you have to go, all right?” you yawn as
your eyelids began to drift shut.
“Right. Yeah. Of course.” John yawns in agreement.
**
You hadn't realized how long you had been sleeping until you feel a soft
fingertip gently brush a lock of hair from your forehead. “What time is it?”
you mumble sleepily, your eyelids still closed.
“It's 5:15 in the morning, sister mine,” a familiar voice purrs above you.
Shit.
Your eyes immediately snap open and cautiously glance upwards toward the voice
in question. You begin to slowly squirm in fear as your eyes focus on Mycroft's
glaring down at you and the boy sleeping soundly next to you.
“John, wake up! Wake up, John!” you rampantly utter as you shook his shoulder.
“What?” John mutters as he lazily tries to cover his face with the blanket.
“What time is it?”
“John!” you snap through gritted teeth.
“Why are you yelling? What's going... on?” John grumbles as he rubs his sleepy
eyes. When he finally opens his weary eyes, looking up in the same direction
you were, he blurts out nervously, “Shit.”
John rapidly jumps up and hastily drags his pants and pyjama bottoms back up
over his bum.
“Mycroft. I. Umm. Can. Explain.” John stutters pathetically as he clambers off
the bed.
“Oh, you can, can you? By all mean, explain.” Mycroft oils patronizingly.
“You see, what happened was...” John starts before Mycroft grabs John's arm and
hauls him towards the door.
“Mycroft! Please don't hurt him!” you yelp worriedly.
Mycroft whips his head towards you, grey eyes wild with rage. “My dear sister.
If there's anyone you should be concerned for at this current juncture, it's
you.” Mycroft turns back towards John, pushing him roughly against the bedroom
door.
“If I ever find you anywhere near my sister again without supervision, you will
live to regret it. Do you understand, John?”
“Yeah. I. Umm. Yeah. Got it.”
“Get out. Now.”
John nods his head many more times than necessary and scrambles haphazardly for
the door knob. Swiftly turning it; he rips open the door, slips out of the room
and closes it quickly behind him.
You eyes widen worriedly as you watch your brother slowly turn himself to face
you once again.
Fuck.
***** Big Brother Mycroft Is So Very Angry With You *****
Chapter Summary
     You've made your bed and, now, Mycroft is going to fuck you right
     into it.
Chapter Notes
     This story has not been beta'd or brit-picked. All mistakes are my
     own.
     Please heed the new tags.
You think he's going to hit you. You brace yourself for some sort of hit or
slap or something. You scrunch your eyes shut tight thinking it's going to
happen any minute. But nothing happens. You carefully open them and see Mycroft
just staring at you. He's breathing heavy and his eyes are still wild with
rage. You quietly say his name, hoping it will calm him slightly, but you're
abruptly stopped by his index finger touching his lips in a shushing gesture.
"Not one word. I do not want to hear even one syllable out of your whore mouth
until I have finished speaking. Nod if you understand me."
You nod your head quickly, trying desperately not make any noise so not to set
him off.
Mycroft then begins to calmly explain why he had come home early (one of his
mates had a family emergency) and how, while he was put out by the fact that
his holiday was cut short, he would, at least, have you ready and waiting for
him when he arrived home. Of course, what he discovers is his slut of a sister
wrapped around Sherlock's fucking imbecile blond pet. You only made his holiday
go from mildly bad to fucking ruined.
"Why did you fuck him? And don't deny that you did, because I can still smell
your fucking cum-filled cunt from here, you fucking whore."
You fall back on the bed and stammer out only vowels. You are finally able to
mutter out, "Mycroft, I am so sorry. I... "
"You're what? You're sorry? You're sorry for what? For letting that little shit
stick his cock inside of my baby sister's cunt? Is that what you're trying
apologize to me for?"
"Mycroft... I... Ummm.."
"Baby sister, spit it out, will you? I know that may be rather difficult for
you because we both know how much you love to swallow."
Ignoring his stinging quip, you plead, "Mycroft, please don't be angry with me.
You were never meant to find out about this."
As soon as those words leave your lips, you know you have made a huge error in
judgment.
"Oh. I see. So, if I had not discovered the two of you in bed together, then it
would have been all right? Well, why didn't you say so? Let me just wipe this
from my memory as our dear baby brother does with unnecessary information and
pretend it never happened?" he spits out sarcastically.
"Mycroft.."
He then grabs your dressing gown from the back of the door and throws it at
you.
"Put that on, now!"
You swiftly cover your naked body with it. Mycroft then takes you by your
wrist, wrenches open the bedroom door and pulls you down the hallway and into
the spacious master bathroom. He then locks the door, reaches into shower, and
turns on the water. He presses his chest against your back, his warm breath
tickling your skin as he sniffs noisily around your neck.
"You smell like him. We need to remedy that immediately." Mycroft practically
rips your dressing gown from off of your body and ambles you into the shower.
You scream as the scalding hot water rolls down your sensitive skin. You beg
him to turn it down, but he just snorts. You plead some more, even get on your
knees to do so. A slow smirk spreads across his face.
"My dear, baby sister. As much as I enjoy seeing you on your knees, get up off
of the floor." He holds out his hand for you to take as he helps you off of the
concrete shower floor. He gently sweeps the wet hair that has fallen onto your
face and firmly cups your chin.
"I will turn the water down to a more reasonable temperature, but be sure to
thoroughly scrub every, single, fucking part of you he touched or I will do it
for you."
"Yes, Mycroft," you shiver as your body begins to shake from the water suddenly
growing cold against your bare skin.
Mycroft's long fingers curl purposefully around the handle, twisting it
slightly as he adjusts the water temperature, making it much more manageable
for you. You swiftly lather up a flannel with soap and begin to scrub your
face, neck, and chest as quickly as possible. You feel his eyes everywhere as
your hands roam your body with the flannel trying to reach everywhere John had
touched you. It's when you start to clean your vagina that you hear a sudden
"ahem" noise.
"My dear sister, allow me take over for you briefly.” You stare at your
brother's hand, held out in front of you wordlessly demanding you to place the
flannel into it. After he takes it from you, he quickly deposits it onto the
bathroom sink. “I believe this requires a more intimate washing," he leers as
he's rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. He nods his head down toward
the soap. You pick up the bar and gingerly place it into his hand, which he
begins to precisely lather up with between his large hands.
"Come closer to me and spread your legs." You do as you're told and stand just
in front of the water's spray. Mycroft looks into your eyes briefly before he
glances down and starts to gently cup your vagina with his soapy hand. His
fingers press into you, trying to clean you from the inside. You wince softly
as Mycroft's briefly remove his fingers and rubs them along your folds, his
thumb grazing your clit. You bite your lip as he slides two soapy fingers
inside of you once again, scissoring them around. "You're such a dirty slut,
aren't you? Allowing that boy inside of you to fuck you. Did you enjoy it? Did
you like it when he fucked you, baby sister?"
"Yes." is all you're able to groan out.
He then carefully slips them out of you and orders you to turn around. You jump
slightly as his soft hands begin to massage your shoulders and make their way
down your back, his fingers taking extra special care of reaching every single
part of you. They seem to be everywhere at once as they rub, lightly scratch,
and dig into your skin. You are so lost in thought, that when you hear Mycroft
speak again, a slight yip noise escapes your mouth.
"Finish up," he barks.
You wash the rest of yourself quickly, rinse away any remaining soap, and turn
off the faucet. You tightly wrap your fingers around your dripping wet hair,
wringing out the excess water as you step out of the shower. Mycroft stands
with a towel held out in his hands in front of him. You allow him to envelop it
around you and dry you thoroughly. He meticulously rubs the towel over your
skin, making sure each part of you is free of any droplets of water.
He deposits the used towel into the hamper bin, reaches for your dressing gown,
and thrusts it towards you, which you quickly cover your naked body with in
silent relief. He unlocks the door, allowing you step out of it. You turn
toward your bedroom, when his hand on your shoulder stops you cold.
"No. We are not finished yet. This way," he orders as his hand gestures toward
his bedroom.
You gingerly follow your brother into his bedroom. You have no idea what he has
planned for you and part of you really doesn't want to know either. His bedroom
isn't at all like the bathroom. There's a lot less echo-y sounds that could
draw attention to what the two of you could be doing in here. Mycroft could
also find ways to keep your mouth shut. The man owns a lot of bloody ties.
He locks the door behind you and turns around to face you. His eyes have gone
cold again.
"My dear sister, just because you are physically clean, it does not mean you
are still not a very filthy girl."
Mycroft tears your dressing gown off of your body, leaving you naked and
vulnerable. You start to cover yourself with your hands, but Mycroft makes a
tut tut noise and you shyly place your arms back down at your sides.
"Get on the bed and on your hands and knees. Now."
You do as your big brother orders and anxiously await what you have coming to
you. Behind you, you hear the sound of a drawer being opened and then closed
quickly.
You wince as the first hit makes contact with your freshly cleaned skin.
Mycroft has brought out his riding crop. He had purchased it with the express
purpose of introducing pain play into your relationship. Apparently, day is to
be today.
Mycroft pulls your head back by your wet hair. "Baby sister, this is just the
beginning. You are a filthy, fucking slut and filthy, fucking sluts get
punished. I believe ten will be a sufficient start to these proceedings, don't
you think? Nod, if you agree."
You nod your head in acquiescence.
"Excellent." He then leans in close to your ear and whispers sweetly, "And,
sister? Please feel free to make as much noise as you need to. I want to savor
every single sound you produce from that whore mouth of yours. Though I would
save that throat of yours, if I were you. There will be just as much going into
it as there will be coming out of it."
The first five are fast and brutal. The last five vary in levels of pain and he
alternates between hits.
"Such a good slut you are, my darling sister. You handled that brilliantly. You
may lie down on the bed and rest for a moment." You carefully get onto your
stomach, trying to not stretch your muscles too much. You jump as he places
something cold on your sensitive bum.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh. It's only a wet flannel, my dear. Does that feel better?" he
coos.
"Yes, Myc. Thank you."
He sits on the bed next to you and and leisurely runs his fingers through your
slowly drying hair. You sigh softly at his touch and lean into his hand. Your
eyes glance over to his crotch, where you can clearly see the tented erection
in his trousers. He catches you and starts to palm himself gently. "Is this
what you want? My sweet little sister, the cock slut. Oh, my dear girl... you
will get it soon enough. I promise."
Five minutes later, he removes the flannel from your bum. He places it on the
dresser and sits back down on the edge of the bed next to you. He then grabs
you by your hair and pulls your body up into a sitting position on the bed. You
wince slightly due to your arse still being raw from the riding crop.
"Now, you get on your fucking knees and show your big brother what a good cock
slut you really are."
"Yes, Myc."
You get on your knees, undo his trousers, and pull down his zip. You then grab
hold of his trousers and pants and pull them off of him completely. His thick,
hard erection bobs slightly in front of your face. You lick your lips, wrap
your hand around it at the base and start to lick the pre-cum has begun to leak
out of the slit. You then lick a broad stripes around his cock and, finally,
take it down your throat. You bob your head up and down him slowly, using your
tongue to tease each time you swallow him all the way down. His hand holds your
head close to him.
"You're such a good cock slut, aren't you, little sister?" he says slightly
breathless. You moan softly and suck him even harder, using your hand to stroke
him every time you slide your lips up his thick shaft. Mycroft then grabs your
hair, pulling you away from him. "That's enough. Get on the bed."
You do as he asks and lie down on the bed. He looks down at you, eying every
inch of your naked body.
"No, you little cunt. If you're going to act like a slut, then I'm going fuck
you like one." He grabs you and turns you over onto your stomach. His hands
grip your hips on pull you up onto your hands and knees. He spreads your legs,
lines his fat cock with your wet hole and pushes it deep inside of you. He
feels nothing like John. He's longer, thicker and the stretch feels amazing
every time he pounds into you.
His fingers dig into your skin the harder he fucks you. The only thing louder
than your moans is his skin slapping against yours.
"Mycroft! Oh... Mycroft! Harder, Mycroft! Please fuck me harder! You feel so
good!"
In that moment, he stops and pulls out of you, falling back onto the bed. He
puts his hands behind his head, resting against the pillows by the headboard.
You crane your head toward him to look at him in disbelief. You turn your
entire body and crawl over to him.
"Mycroft? Please? I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever you want. Please, big
brother."
"Oh, my sweet, dear sister. I think I'm going to enjoy watching you beg." He
sits up fully and starts to languidly stroke his cock. He then looks deep into
your eyes and whispers, "Is this what you want?"
You lick your lips. "Yes, please Myc."
He smirks at you. "No, you little slut. I want to hear you beg me for it. Go
on, now. Beg."
You acquiesce to his request by sitting back on your heels and putting your
palms together as if you were praying. You gulp before you part your lips to
say, "Please fuck me, big brother. I'm begging you. I need you inside of me,
brother mine."
"You're going to have to do much better than that, my dear." He starts to
stroke his fat cock a bit faster. "Though I will say, seeing you like this,
begging for it, is delightful. Look how much harder you've made me, baby
sister. See how I leak for you? I'm dripping. Would you like a taste?" He uses
his index finger to scoop up the pre-cum trickling down the underside of his
cock. He then presents his finger to you in an enticingly teasing manner just
out of your reach. You lean forward in order to taste what is being offered to
you, but he pulls his hand further away, brings his finger to his lips, and
licks it off slowly.
"Mmmm. Delicious."
"Mycroft, please. I'll do anything you want."
"I have already told you what I want. I want you to fucking beg me to fuck you,
you fucking whore. So, do it. Beg me. Now."
That's when you get on your hands and knees on the bed and crawled a little bit
closer to him. You sit back up and onto your heels and plead passionately,
"Please, Mycroft. I am a whore and unworthy of your love. I don't deserve you
because I'm an ungrateful slut and I've allowed someone even more unworthy to
use my cunt. My cunt is yours to use and yours alone. Please, big brother.
Please fuck me. Please fuck my unworthy cunt. I promise to never betray you
ever again. Please fuck my used, wet hole until you are sufficiently satisfied,
big brother. Please, Mycroft. I'm begging you."
"That's much better." he says simply.
Mycroft then shoves you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He spreads
your legs wide open and slides deep inside you. He thrusts into you at a
punishing pace, fucking you roughly and thoroughly.
"You are my slut and no one else's. You love it when I fuck your tight hole
like this, don't you, sister mine?"
"Yes, Myc." you moan breathlessly. “I am your slut. Ohh, Myc."
Mycroft continues fucking you hard until you come screaming his name. He
follows soon after, spilling his semen deep inside of you. He collapses on top
of you and rests his chin between your breasts. His hand reaches up and brushes
away a strand of hair from your forehead. He then pulls himself up and kisses
you softly on the lips, his tongue gently parting your mouth so to touch yours.
The kiss is sweet, sexy, and perfect. You both then wrap your arms around one
another and lie in bed together sticky, but satiated.
"Mycroft, I..."
He presses his finger to your lips. "Shhh. I know, my dear. I know."
End Notes
     I know it's been a long while since I've published anything. Most of
     that has to do with severe self-doubt and writer's block. This story
     has been sitting on my hard drive for over a year. I figured it was
     about time that I posted it.
     Thank you all so much for your comments, kudos, and kind words.
     You're all so wonderful. :)
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