writer 's musical note : Incest one-shot involving graphic symbol from the TV show `` Arrow. '' All characters involved belong to their respective owner. All characters are over 18 year of age.

Continuity wise, I suppose this is set after episode 1.14, `` The Odyssey '' as it references events occurring in that episode. However, I have no alternative but to completely ignore the fact that the vigilance man confronted Moira and pretend it never happened, that development would throw way too much of a monkey twist into everything.

My first ever fanfic, so all followup and feedback would be greatly appreciated !

Oliver Queen woke up in the morning in his own bed at 8 AM. He stared at the ceiling, and sighed. He wished that he was alone.

But he was n't alone. And as soon as he twitched and moved, Carrie Cutler 's cold arm surrounded him as a reminder of that fact.

'' Mmm, Ollie, baby, you rocked my world last night. ``

He was suddenly filled with a bit of contempt. Only people special to him could anticipate him `` Ollie. '' Carrie Cutler was not one of those people. And he immediately regretted his decision close night.

He knew he had to keep up appearances. He knew that he had to be Oliver queen mole rat, billionaire playboy without a aid who would sleep with any pair of curves that had two legs. That irresponsible somebody could n't possibly be the ill-famed vigilante who 's been going around Starling City.

But that irresponsible Corinthian was n't his unfeigned self. Not anymore. Not after the island changed him. Maybe the fiction he created was true of the selfish man who went on that boat trip five years ago, but not the man he was now. Not now. And he had to continue to pretend to be that man to annul any suspicion. Right now, having dalliances with women was the just excuse he could fall up with as to why he did n't return base several Nox of the week. He had the `` working on the nightclub '' excuse, but that was relatively slight and he could only play that card so many times. For the almost part, his dependable excuse for not coming place was that he was out on an pleasure trip with a beautiful socialite.

But it would n't be believable if, for some reason, every single night ended up with him visiting the cleaning woman 's home and never brought back any to his own. He realized this. last Nox he was recuperating from a particularly difficult take-down a few nights earlier, so he decided to give in to Carrie Cutler 's advances to help fend for his fiction.

And while it was true that he did indeed hold sexual relations with Carrie close Nox, Joseph Oliver did n't feel anything. He went through the motions. And afterwards, he felt disgusted.

Carrie was the outset womanhood he had slept with after the island experience since Helena. And Helena….well, he had deceived himself into thinking that she was right for him, that she understood him. He had felt something, if only temporarily. But Helena clearly proved herself later to not be the right one for him, to not be someone translate him as he had previously desired. He surmised that he was projecting. Still, at the clock time, he could apologize the connection, could justify how he felt at the meter. He could not justify any sort of connection with Carrie. A pointless dalliance to stay fresh up appearances.

'' Hey stud, '' she turned to him in bed and said, `` how about I cook you some breakfast ? ``

'' That sounds howling, '' he lied as he smiled at her.

Carrie grabbed her dress from the trading floor and put them on. Then, she walked out the door and closed it behind her. She stopped in the hall. soul was there. `` Oh, I 'm dark, I did n't realise you were out there. ``

Oliver knew exactly who was out there. The phonation was a bit muffled through the room access, but he knew who it belonged to. His mother was on a business trip for two weeks, and Bruno Walter was still missing, so there was only one other soul sharing the house with him for the time being.

'' Have fun last night ? '' the vocalisation outside the room access asked Carrie.

'' Oh, listen, I 'm so sorry…I did n't recognise you were here…look, I do n't want to make any awkwardness….if you want me to go out, then I will… ''

'' No, it 's okay. It 's OK, really. ``

'' Well…um…actually I just remembered, I have an appointment I need to go to. I 'll be out of your hair, '' Carrie replied. She then walked back inside Oliver 's bedroom, grabbed her purse and her other belongings, and then stood at the doorframe again. She looked back at Oliver briefly as he lay in bed. `` Hey, listen, Ollie, sorry, I actually have to go…talk to you soon ? ``

'' Yeah, for indisputable, '' Oliver lied, with a smile.

'' O.K., great. Thanks again, '' Carrie smiled, as she closed the room access. Oliver heard her walkway down the stairs and leave. He sighed, and waited in bed for another five minute of arc. He slowly crawled out of bed, put on his clothes, and then stepped outside his room.

He was hoping the somebody who spoke to Carrie would receive gone back to her way or downstairs by now. But, no. Thea was still standing in the hallway, weapon folded.

He looked down at the priming coat for a present moment, then moved his eyes back upwards towards his petty sister.

Thea stared at him for a mo, with a clear look of disfavor. She shrugged her shoulder joint, then mimicked their Recent epoch visitor 's Good Book in a high pitched tone. `` okeh great, thanks again ! '' she said in a juvenile mocking voice.

'' Speedy… '' King Oliver said with a sigh as she walked towards her. She backed away.

'' I do n't like her, Ollie, '' she said defiantly. `` I know who that is. Carrie Cutler. Spoiled socialite…she loves the tabloids, sells out scuttlebutt about her friends to them… ''

'' Speedy, it was nothing. I agree with you in that I do n't particularly care for her as a person. I 'm not concern in dating her. It was just a sottish fault. I regret it now, '' he replied, trying to console her.

'' Do you ? '' she said, her mood starting to warm. `` Well…that 's practiced, then. I just thought you should cognize that I do n't particularly care for your option of friends in this illustration. ``

Joseph Oliver was happy that the mood had lightened somewhat. He chuckled to himself for a bit, then looked back at Thea. `` Speedy, from what I can hark back, you have never approved of any of my choices in 'friends .'''

Thea stared back at her big brother for a moment, then started to laugh. `` wellspring, I guess you have a point. Look…I 'm sorry, but I always idolized you growing up. I just never thought any of them were good enough for you. I guess I still ca n't help but think that way. ``

'' That 's hunky-dory, Speedy. I understand, '' he said as he playfully knocked her on the chin.

'' I do feel kinda bad about the waffles though. I 'd offer to make you some myself in exchange for sending away your would-be Captain James Cook, but I have to get to the function, like, right now. ``

Oliver could n't help but laugh at this statement, given her garb. She had to do some internship work at CNRI because of her stoppage, but she obviously was trying to draw a program line with her attire.

'' Sis, you 're wearing a see-through shirt that shows your bra underneath. I 'm not sure that 's entirely appropriate work attire. ``

'' That 's kind of the point. Think of it as a course of 'silent dissent ,''' she grinned. She walked past his room towards the stairwell, giving big pal a playful bulge on the shoulder along the way, before turning back towards him at the top of the stairs. `` It 's sooo boring there. I do n't even have anything to do. ``

'' I form of gathered that, considering that whenever you have to go there you seem to be mostly preoccupied with e-mail me peculiar pictures of cats. ``

'' You love it. I 'll encounter some good ones, '' she laughed, as she slowly started to take the air down the stairwell. Oliver smiled, then walked back towards his sleeping accommodation and started to open up the door.

Before he could spread out it, Theia turned back to him and addressed him.

'' Ollie ? Wait, one thing real quick, '' she said.

'' Yeah ? ``

'' In the wake of all of that…business…I have a question for you. ``

Joseph Oliver looked at the floor for a minute and chuckled. He had a impression that he knew what was coming next. `` Oh, really ? Come on, Speedy. Do n't tell me it 's that same question again. ``

His flavor was one of mock-annoyance. Despite that, he really hoped with all his heart that it was indeed `` that same question '' again.

'' That question '' was thinking about had started when Oliver was 13 twelvemonth old. That was when he started to go on `` day of the month '' with lady friend. Altogether destitute appointment, mostly going to the moving-picture show with maternal supervision, hanging around the firm and playing game, that sort of affair, before the girl 's parents drove her home at the end of the day.

The 1st one was Michelle Grell. She had come over to their house when both Oliver and her were 13, and had spent a lot of the day together on a very tame midriff school imitation of a `` date. '' While their respective parents were in the following way, Oliver and Michelle had played cards, board game, and laughed together before her parents took her base for the dark. It was totally innocent and playful, but it was still Oliver 's first `` date '' with a girl.

4-year-old Speedy did not like this one bit.

After Michelle had gone dwelling, King Oliver had found his sister sister crying in her room. He had gone over to console her. She was upset, and she did n't understand the dynamic. She did n't gain that boys and girls went on `` dates. '' She was just upset because she thought that this new interloper was coming in to hire her spot as Ollie 's best buddy.

The young Oliver hugged her and consoled her, and tried to explicate to her that it was a different moral force. She only seemed to partially understand, so he tried to lay it out to her in terms she could comprehend.

'' Do n't interest, Speedy. She 's only here for a footling bit. But you ? You 're my baby sister. I 'll always love you forever. '' After he said that, four-year-old Speedy asked him a motion. One that had always stuck between them ever since then.

Even after he turned 18 twelvemonth old and the `` appointment '' became much less inexperienced person, fiddling Speedy continued to ask him that same question after the miss in interrogative left hand, even with Laurel. And Oliver had always responded the same way.

And now, after five years shipwrecked on an island, after what was seemingly an entire lifetime had transpired between them, Oliver poof looked at his little baby and hoped she would ask the Saame question again. She was n't a little girl anymore. Thea was a full grown and beautiful 18-year-old woman. Still, he hoped that she would now ask the Lapp question she always had when she was a little fille, to remind him of the menstruation of whiteness he had lost with his dearest short sister.

The fully grown Thea nance looked up from the stairwells into her brother 's optic. And finally, she asked the question of him.

'' Ollie ? '' she said as she looked up at him. `` Am I still…your favorite girl ? ``

After being away for so long and missing her increment and development, Oliver had a hard time reconciling the fact that this fully grown and beautiful grownup char who happened to be named Thea Queen was the same mortal as his beloved baby Speedy. But hearing this inquiry again brought a warmth to his heart and helped him interpret that despite it all, this really was the same short girl he remembered.

In reception to her query, he walked up to her and hugged her. The same way he did 14 class ago. And then, he gave the Lapplander response he always had.

'' Of course, Speedy. Always and forever. ``

The two adult siblings embraced for several moments.

This brief exchange of dialogue, as well as the warm embrace, were symbolisation of the corporate sinlessness they had once shared together. An innocence and development that had been broken by their time away from each early, which they still felt within one another and were desperately clinging to.

Finally, they broke the embrace. Thea, with a feint trace of a bust in her eye, called back towards him as she descended the stairs.

'' dependable to have it away, Ollie. I 'll see you in a few minute when I get home, big pal. ``

Thea made a `` waving goodbye '' gesture with her handwriting, which Joseph Oliver reciprocated. He smiled, and then retreated back towards his room. He crawled on his bed and put his cover back on him, leaving his shirt and shorts on. He leaned back on the pillow and began to think to himself.

Oh, my sister Speedy.

More than anything else since he returned since his five-year stretch on the island, she confounded him. After returning back, their mother was pretty practically the same person he remembered from before. Tommy was definitely the same mortal. Laurel, despite her newfound aggression and the complication in their kinship, was definitely the Same person.

But Thea ? She had changed. To a large degree.

It was hard for him to reconcile the fully big adult woman he saw before him now with the trivial baby Speedy he had remembered from five years ago. They seemed like completely fork entities entirely.

The Speedy he remembered was a little girl that used to playfully chamfer him around. He used to give piggy-back rides to her around the house whenever she would ask. They would run each other in `` Go Fish, '' and he would simultaneously lose to her on purpose while she also cheated at the game.

But that short girl, his little Speedy, was not the Same person he saw before him today after so many years away on the island. She had grown from a 13 year old into a fully grown 18 year woman. She was completely different. She had grown. She had changed. And Oliver had missed all of it.

He knew that his time away on the island ended up doing sound for the city. It turned him into an unstoppable strength that hunted the corrupt and vicious men that were on his father 's list.

But was it worth it ? Speedy made him question that fact more than anything. He had missed her first dancing yarn. Her offset play. Her number one day of high schooltime. He missed all of the change and growing. When he left, she was one thing. And when he came back, she was something else entirely.

He could n't reconcile the two organism in his heading. They seemed like separate entities. His child Speedy would never go to nightclubs, get drunkard, get into drugs, or anything like that.

And she definitely would never wear provocative clothing.

That endure bill to himself made King Oliver throb a bit. Because it forced him to present a very uncomfortable reality.

He could see vestige of lilliputian Speedy in her, sure. But for the most part, this was a new soul he did n't recognize. A new, fully grown, beautiful young adult female that he had n't seen before.

And to his personal horror, his reaction when he was looking at her was very much the same as any full-blooded heterosexual male 's reaction would be to looking at a beautiful mature woman for the first time.

One of the first matter Tommy had asked him when he returned from the island was `` Hey, have you noticed how hot your sister has gotten ? ``

Oh, how he wished he had n't. To Oliver 's horror, that was one of the first things he noticed.

Oliver slapped his head, as if to coerce the thought process out. `` That 's your small sister, '' he said to himself silently. `` That 's your Speedy. She may not front like it, but it 's the same individual. You ca n't think that way. ``

Oliver sighed to himself. When he was rescued from the island and reintegrated into society, he knew he would have to deal with a lot of difficulty and issues coming back. Being attracted his own chassis and stock was not one of the issues he had anticipated.

To try to take a shit horse sense of his physical attractor, he had searched on the cyberspace for some psychological analysis to help oneself vindicate it, to aid make sure enough he was n't a softheaded deviate. He had looked up something called the `` Westermarck force '' - the idea growing up together in a family turns multitude 's sexual attraction off towards each other. He also discovered something called `` inherited sexual magnet - '' people related to each other who are suddenly introduced to each former later in biography tended to cause a very potent sexual attraction. These theory helped him experience better to some extent - he had n't been there to see the adorable destitute picayune girl he once knew spring up into the beautiful and sexy youthful woman she was today, so his draw to her made some academic degree of psychological sentiency. He was there to see her grow from parentage until she was a 13 twelvemonth old, but missed out on her transforming from a 13 year old into a originate charwoman. So surely, he could apologize that part to some degree.

But it was n't just a physical draw. That was n't the fully fib. Oliver was no prospicient a horny playboy lusting after every beautiful fair sex he saw. He came into touch with beautiful women that would be instantly willing to go to bed with him almost daily, and was mostly practiced at shutting them down, and while many of them had model-esque feel, none of them drove him wild with desire.

At yet, for some understanding, his own sister did. Thea was of path a beautiful woman now, but the women he was shutting down and rolling his eyes at were on an aim level at least on the Lapp stage if not even more physically attractive. So he knew there was something else to it. It was n't just Thea 's unfamiliar new forcible beauty that he was drawn to. It was also something else.

He was n't sure what it was. Maybe it was the old `` the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest '' byword, and some weird kinky side of it was turned on by the taboo nature of it all, and the fact that she was the merely beautiful vernal adult female in the worldly concern he could never get while most others would jump through brick walls to be with him.

But he suspected it was more than that. It had something to do with the flavor of adoration that she had in her eyes when she was talking to him. It had something to do with the fact that he knew she was mortal who would love him forever unconditionally, and frailty versa. It was n't just a physical attraction. It was an excited attraction…and not just a inherited one.

Still, he could n't aid but feeling a great arcdegree of shame. The psychological effects he researched helped him rationalise the physical vista of the magnet to some degree, but he still absolutely hated himself for it. The city had raised the doubtfulness as to whether the hooded vigilance man was a hero. Joseph Oliver was steadfast in telling Diggle and others that he was certainly not a hero. He knew that he could n't be, deep down. To others, virtually of the kernel of that dubiousness revolved around the fact that the vigilante had killed people. But honestly, King Oliver mentally dismissed that - the only the great unwashed he 's ever killed were armed bad cat who were in turn trying to obliterate him. He only killed when absolutely necessary. And he knew that everything he was doing was for the greater practiced, and he had saved people 's life. The ground he knew he was not a hero had naught to do with his mission.

No, the understanding he knew he could never be a submarine sandwich was because no hero would ever have incestuous opinion about his own little baby. He hated himself for it. He was scum. trash with a job to do that would eventually help save the city, but he was still scum underneath.

King Oliver sighed as he ruminated his predicament. But he knew his thought pattern had to vary. He could n't be thinking about Thea right now. He had to centre his attention towards the succeeding person on the list.

'' Enough about Thea, '' he silently reminded himself. `` Enough thought process about Thea. The list. Think about the list. ``

He shook his headland, then opened up his laptop computer to do some more enquiry. He had been doing some searching on the internet as to who his next target would be : he wanted to find someone who was actively hurting the great unwashed at this very moment, so he could arrest them and cause as much good as potential as soon as he could. He found had just the person.

His side by side quarry from the leaning was a old millionaire, who presumably conducted some less than legal activities on the face during his time in power. But that paled in comparison to his side hobbyhorse - namely, successive killing. This man would find ingenuous people in his part with clip ( usually women ) and kill them to satisfy his bloodlust. He used his connections and influence to clear for certain the killings were n't linked to him, so he was untouchable by the police. In the time Oliver had been gone, the man had lost all of his money, which would normally have in mind he would be less dangerous. Instead, it was the antonym. After losing his money, this man turned to serial killing full time, paying the bill by soliciting the servicing of the mob by becoming a lethal enforcer. The man had killed three people in the end two months alone, and needed to be stopped immediately, but was still far too problematic for the police to happen him. But not too elusive for the vigilance man to encounter, Joseph Oliver hoped.

Victor Zsasz has failed this city.

...

Stupid Carrie Cutler.

Thea played `` Minesweeper '' on her figurer at the sound agency while she thought about how angry she was. How could Oliver be attracted to her ? She was a stupid socialite with no substance. He should aim higher. He deserved comfortably than the likes of her !

Also, poor fish CNRI.

Thea was grateful that Laurel had arranged a great wad to get her out of prison, to be sure. But still, she absolutely hated having to be here. She was n't given much to do or any province, but still, she hated the fact that she had to wake up early to get here and was bored out of her judgement the total time, so she could n't serve but feel a great trade of resentment.

'' What a stupid name, anyways, '' Thea thought to herself. `` C-N-R-I. It sounds like 'Canary .'So dumb. ``

While she was fuming, Laurel walked up to her.

'' Hey there, Speedy, '' Laurel said with a smile as she walked up to Thea 's desk. Thea looked up at her with a smile in turning, but was wild inside. Only limited people that she loved got to scream her Speedy. Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel was most definitely not a especial person that she loved, although she seemed to call up she was. `` Look, I know I told you that you would n't really accept to do much of anything when you were here, but we are absolutely swamped, and hoi polloi are getting suspicious of the fact that I 'm letting you get away with doing basically null the intact day. Would you take care organizing these case files so they 're in alphabetical edict ? It should n't consider more than than 30 minute, top, and then you can pass the residuum of the day doing whatever you want. ``

'' Oh, sure, Laurel, no trouble at all. I 'll get right on it, '' Thea said as she smiled at her. Theia grabbed the filing cabinet and started to organize them on her desk.

Stupid Laurel.

Thea hated her, for intellect that were objectively completely unlogical and ludicrous. bay wreath had shown goose egg but passion towards Thea. After Dad and Sarah died, and Ollie was presumed dead, Laurel had tried to latch on to Thea as a sort of replacement little sis for Sarah. Laurel had taken Thea shopping, tried to engage in `` girl talk, '' clobber like that. laurel had gone out on a limb to leverage her father 's connecter and stool sure that Thea got a good deal in court and would n't go to jail, and Laurel made surely the pile included the fact that Thea only had to do some work at CNRI which basically included doing basically nothing. Objectively and rationally speaking, Thea should absolutely love Laurel.

But…no. Thea still disliked her. And always had. Sure, it was irrational number. But in Thea 's mind, it made sense.

Whenever her big brother would have a `` date, '' be it an destitute one or a less than innocuous one after he turned 18, Thea always knew that Ollie was telling the truth when he said afterwards that Thea was still his `` favored fille. '' Once Ollie turned 20 and started dating Laurel seriously, however, Thea was n't so sure enough that his speech were completely dependable. He spent so much time with Laurel, shared so much of his impression with her…Thea could n't serve but feel jealous.

She was a kid back then, and did n't fully realise the implications. But after she had grown and saw Joseph Oliver come back ? Even though Joseph Oliver and Stan Laurel were n't together right now and she was with Tommy, it seemed inevitable that they would get over it.

She knew that Oliver still loved Laurel, in a way that he could never lie with Thea.

In a way that he was forbidden from ever loving Thea.

Thea stopped for a consequence to suspire and reverberate. `` He 's your big crony, '' she silently thought to herself, `` he 's going to date other daughter. He 's going to strike in love with them. He can never date you. It 's amiss and forbidden. ``

She reminded herself of this fact over and over. Still, she had a hard time getting over the fact that the lonesome man that she ever loved, the entirely man that she knew would always unconditionally eff her forever, could never be with her.

Every guy that she tried to engagement was so dumb and treated her care crap. They only wanted one thing. Sometimes that one thing was the status of being with the semi-famous Thea Queen…or sometimes it was the early thing. But mostly both. She definitely had her needs and had made fault on occasion, but there was no worked up connection. Whenever she tried to meet guys, she was mostly disgusted. They were so full of themselves. Do n't have a aid in the world about her as a somebody. She had never loved any one of them romantically, not even close.

But for some reason, society said that she was forced to try to find some baseball diamond in the rough among this group of douchebags, one that she could accrue in passion with and expend the rest of her life with and yadda yadda yadda.

Meanwhile, there was an impossibly gorgeous, beat man in her life who cared for her deeply and who would always do it her forever no thing what. A man who would always love her, charge about her, and protect her, and even put on the line his life for her.

But, no, she could never be with that man romantically. And the only reason she could n't was because of genetic `` ribosomes '' and `` chribosomes '' or whatever other stupid science crap that she never understood or cared about while she dozed off during Mr. Weisinger 's biota class.

life-time 's not fair.

She slowly held back weeping as she organized the Indian file alphabetically, per Laurel 's postulation. She supposed that this was poor fish. It was totally faulty for a girl to make a infatuation on her big brother. It was `` incest. '' It was wrong, and taboo. Because, you know, those stupid ribosomes and chribosomes are sooooooo important. So much more important than, you know, poor fish things like `` love '' or `` emotions '' or anything that the heart feels. Who cares about those ? Got ta respect the ribosomes.

She tried to hitch up and hail to her senses. She stopped and shook her head. This line of thinking was so piddling and so stupe. Being jealous of losing Ollie to someone like Carrie Cutler, or even Laurel, was such a lower-ranking thing to consider about after everything they 'd been through. At least, in those slip, he would still be in her lifespan and love her, even if it was platonically. And that 's all she should realistically expect and hope for, really. She should be much more interest with losing him being in her life in any capacity.

After all, she already thought she had lost him entirely, once before. When she thought he was dead, her affection was so break down that she could never be the same. But that moment when she finally saw him again, after thinking he was beat for five years… she would n't swop that for the world. She came down the stairs, and her big brother had comforted her, hugged her, told her everything was right in the world.

But even now, even after she had gotten her crony back, she knew she knew there was still a endangerment of losing him entirely again. Because of a err bullet in him, or a gloaming from a highschool building, something else.

Because she knew for a fact that her love Ollie was also a bow-wielding hero who risked his life to campaign crime.

When Ollie first came back, he had given her an inscribed arrowhead as his symbol of erotic love and the fact that he had always thought about her while he was on the island. So when `` the Hood guy '' showed up using a bow and arrow as his theme song weapon system so soon after Ollie had gotten back, she was immediately untrusting. And then, of course, when Ollie got arrested on suspicion of being the Hood…well, Thea was distraught, but not entirely surprised.

And then when Thea confronted him about it when he was under business firm collar, saying that he had given her an arrowhead, Ollie had played it off by saying that he bought it at a `` Taiwanese aerodrome gift shop class. ``

Nuh-uh. No way. Theia knew for certainly rightfield there and then. When he had first given her the arrowhead, he had looked into her eyes and expressed such erotic love. Of course, it was a platonic sibling love and not the romantic love that Thea was hoping for, but it was saturated love nonetheless. She knew for a fact that the arrowhead meant something to him, deeply, and he was full phase of the moon of such precaution at the fact that he had shared it with her. He probably could deliver made any number of other apology to try to rationalise the connection, but he chose a hollow and transparent one. If he had bought that at a Chinese aerodrome giving shop, he would n't have delivered it to her with such love and substance. There was absolutely no way. Ollie loved her too very much. When he lied about that bullcrap about buying it from the airport gift shop, all of her fears were confirmed.

Still, after that point in time, there was still some level of doubt in her intellect. She thought it was almost certainly true, but she did n't want to fully confront it. When King Oliver was cleared of all direction because the vigilante had struck while he was under house taking into custody, Thea breathed a sigh of relief publically, but deep down she knew the probe was flawed. She saw the way Ollie and Diggle interacted - Diggle must be in on it as well, and must birth caused the diversion to discharge Ollie 's name. She was surprise, but quite happy, that the police seemingly bought into it hook, line and doughnut for some reason and cleared Ollie 's name without even considering the fact that he might give birth an accomplice or a copycat.

Still, she clung onto that fact as some form of proof ( even in defense ) that Ollie could n't be the vigilante. But then, she had been arrested on her driving under the influence of the drug lightheadedness. And within a day or so of her being brought to tryout, the vigilante had gone after the swivel pin of the vertigo drug ring, and brought him down.

No, there was no denying it. Not at that gunpoint. `` The Count '' had been participating for calendar month, but the vigilante only went after him after Thea was a victim of his drug ring. The vigilante was looking out for her, and protecting her. And there was only human being on Earth who looked out for Thea and protected her. The Hood was her big brother.

Ollie was secretly a vigilance man torpedo who spent a skilful great deal of his prison term risking his life for the neat good of the city. And his bring down of `` The Count '' was him risking his life to help spare and retaliate her.

Theia was incredibly conflicted about this berth. On one hand, she loved Ollie so much and hated the fact that there was the potential of her losing him again, to some ramble gunshot or whatever.

On the former hand, her beloved Ollie was a mysterious bad boy who went out all the time to risk his life to help protect the greater good, to avail wreak malefactor down, to beat up bad hombre and be a Italian sandwich to this city. And he had risked his life sentence to work down the man who was indirectly responsible for hurting her, because he loved her so much.

And that…well, she knew the dangers involved. She considered the horrific hypothesis of losing her beloved Ollie again due to his extracurricular activities. But she could n't assist it. The thought of Ollie being a secret, nighttime, secret, mighty shielder of her and the city…well, that was pretty much the most erotic affair she had ever thought about in her living. She wished he would blockade, so he could live a pattern lifetime, live at base, and be her big brother without consequence. But the fact that he was so heroic, so stiff, so noble…

'' Hey there, Speedy ! Stan Laurel got you working intemperate, I assume ? ``

Tommy Merlyn 's voice was like a sudden bucket of cold water on her thoughts and dreams about the man she loved.

'' Hey there, Tommy, '' Thea said as she turned and smiled at the intruder. `` Here to see Laurel ? ``

'' That would be the design, unless she blows me off again because some form of new legal justice that needs to be served and she tells me to vamoose, '' Tommy said with a smile. He stopped for a minute and looked at what she was doing. `` Hey, wait a min, Speedy, what are you doing with those data file in your hand ? Do n't tell me you 're actually….perish the thought…doing some sort of oeuvre, are you ? ``

Thea chuckled. `` Mostly dozing off, but I am a respectable girl doing what I 'm told to do when essential. ``

'' Of course of study you are, '' Tommy grinned. `` Hey, listen, could you do me a favor ? When you see Oliver tonight when you get nursing home, could you tell him I 've been talking to possible DJs for the nightclub and I 've narrowed the lean down to ten, and I 'd love his input to constringe them down further. I 'd distinguish him myself but he 's been too busy to reply to my song lately, I can barely get a hold of him. ``

'' Definitely, '' Thea smiled, `` and to answer your following query that I know you 're about to ask me, Laurel is in the severance room grabbing some coffee. ``

'' Thanks Speedy. You 're the best, '' Tommy replied as he headed off in that direction.

Thea chuckled as he left. Unlike Laurel, Tommy was definitely a somebody who had earned the right wing to scream her `` Speedy. '' He really cared about her. Still, she could n't help but find slightly awkward around him. She hated herself for the fact that she had so blatantly hit on him that Night at the fundraiser. It was a instant of impuissance and desperation that she immediately regretted the next day, and she did n't even really mean the things she said.

If she actually had some sort of real romantic smell towards Tommy Merlyn, that would be one thing, and she might actually recommend herself for her boldness in expressing her quixotic desire. But honestly, she was n't actually attracted to Tommy as a person at all. She hit on him because he was the tightlipped matter to Oliver that she could find that was acceptable within social argument. It was true that Tommy was a selfish playboy, but as Ollie 's best friend, he was definitely the person who resembled Oliver ( or at to the lowest degree, the man Oliver used to be ) the most in this earth who did n't occur to share the Lapp `` ribosomes '' or whatever science taboo crap with her, so she tried her C. H. Best to try to amuse her romanticist attending towards him…well, at least for one drunken night.

She sort of hated herself for the fact that Tommy now thought of her as someone who was totally into him. Because the honest truth was that she was n't romantically attracted to Tommy at all, so it was kind of embarrassing. He was a good guy, but he could never be as sexy, loving and gravel as her beloved Ollie. And truth be told, her drunken attempts to gain his romanticistic attention have very little to do with Tommy as a person and much more to do with the fact that she wanted a practice run on the lines she had ( perhaps pointlessly ) hoped to use on her one really sexual love when the time came.

But, of track, her course and flirtation had failed on him. Tommy completely rejected her, saying that he considered Thea too much of a sister. And if a guy who only served the part of her superficial non-biological pseudo-brother rejected her feeler ( despite the fact that there were no biologic deduction ) then surely the material thing she was waiting for would most definitely reject her as well. A harsh, cold Truth that she would always receive to face.

The day went on, and eventually it neared five o'clock. `` Whatever, '' she reminded herself silently in her head. `` This is stupefied. Do n't recall about such speechless things. Ollie could be in danger almost every Night. nidus on that instead. ``

After her faulting had ended at five, she went home plate to an hollow house. She sat on the lounge for a bit and spent a lot of time thinking.

She pulled out a bottle of wine and decided to text her big brother. Ollie had appointed her as his `` sensitive advisor '' - somebody to showcase popular movies and TV appearance to within the last five class to help oneself him see up and understand pop culture extension. Obviously, being `` the vigilante '' had gotten in the way and he had cancelled respective times. But hopefully, he was able to deal whatever his scumbag target of the week was quickly and efficiently, and spend some time away from his duties in order to spend some prison term with his little sister.

She figured she should check the local Starling metropolis news site first to make believe sure, so she pulled out her laptop and started searching. She let out a impenetrable and relieved sigh as she read the top newspaper headline of the composition 's website.

'' Starling City vigilance man Apprehends Serial sea wolf ''

So, he should have done it. He caught a bad guy, and thus he should be done for the night and ready to come home, hopefully. This series killer guy was a big deal…surely he would take some time off after that ? Time off that he can expend with her ?

Thea grabbed her telephone, and sent a text message to her big buddy, asking him if he was usable to view some TV show or movie with her tonight.

The following 90 seconds after she sent the text felt like an infinity. But luckily, after a hour or two, she received a response fairly quickly in the affirmative, and that he would be home around 9.

Theia breathed a sigh of moderation. He was okay, and he was will to spend clip with her.

Now, there was only the matter of determining what popular moving picture or TV show she should plowshare with him tonight. She sat down in front of the TV and signed on to Netflix to browse possible titles.

She had just spent the whole day thinking about him, and it was starting to eat away at her. She decided continuing to keep her desires sheltered was hardly a way to be at all - she wanted to pick something animal to watch with him tonight, to push the boundaries at least a short bit, even if all it would accomplish would be to take in him feel awkward and uncomfortable for awhile. Of course, she could n't pick a porn film or anything. But still, she wanted to pick something that was at to the lowest degree somewhat sensual. If she could n't be with him, the best she could do was making him twist a bit.

As she mulled over the options, she could n't quite find anything at initiatory. She switched over to the options their cable television service box provided them with their `` On demand '' features, and looked over the possible movies and TV show that transmission channel like HBO and Showtime had to offer.

As she was browsing the inclination of useable HBO series, she suddenly found the right-down perfective thing to watch with him. One of the most popular TV display of the live few years, meaning she could easily apologize showing it to him as his `` pop cultivation consultant. '' It had explicit sex scenes and nudeness, but even better than that, also specifically dealt with a topic relevant to their spot. Theia could n't help but form a impish grin on her nerve in anticipation.

...

Joseph Oliver opened the doors to his habitation around 9:15pm.

It was a huge hazard targeting master Zsasz during the midriff of the day instead of at nighttime. In his vigilante image, Oliver obviously preferred the cover of wickedness. He preferred to knead in the fantasm, to avail blot out himself and his agenda.

But Zsasz was also an expert at using the darkness as a shield, so Oliver had to target him at his most vulnerable. Besides, had he waited, the killer would have likely found another barren victim that night before Oliver caught up with him, and Oliver wanted to save as many life-time as possible. A skilled fighter, Zsasz had n't gone down without a fight, but Oliver 's arsenal and expertness were too much for him, and he eventually left him incapacitated as police force Siren surrounded the complex.

King Oliver was beaming that putting Zsasz away would save some liveliness for the time being, but by no mean value was he using the fact that Zsasz was arrested as a reasonableness to hybridise him off `` the list. '' Zsasz had escaped from prison before, and sometimes was put in mental institution instead, and King Oliver had suspected that he might be able-bodied to again. But if he did, the vigilante would be waiting for him, and might use more deadly methods the next time. In fact, King Oliver somewhat regretted the fact that he had n't used lethal methods on the serial publication killer earlier today given his story, but his morals told him he had to at least give him one more chance to be properly processed by the justice system before resorting to a human death. He hoped this conclusion would n't cause him regret.

In any pillow slip, King Oliver walked into the sign and moved towards the living room. He could n't help but smile as he saw his little babe watching the television, with a bottle of wine in paw. Despite the inappropriate forcible desires he regretfully suffered from, it was such a relief to see person who unconditionally loved him after such a harrowing ordeal with that unfeeling psychopath. It was meter for him to alternate gear wheel : to terminate thinking about the hate and horror of monster like Zsasz and focus on the erotic love and caring of individual like Thea.

'' Hey there, big sidekick, '' Theia said to him with a grin as he entered the room.

She obviously had imbibed a few swallow by this stage, but King Oliver did n't mind. True, she was n't 21 yet, but Oliver 's main business with her drinking was in compliments to the fact that he did n't want her to be at a crazy political party where some sleazy jerk could take advantage of her. But he was more than happy to get inebriate with her at dwelling in a ascertain environment.

'' Hey-o, Speedy. Sorry I 'm xv minutes later than I said I would be home base, wads of stuff I had to deal with. ``

'' No vexation, Ollie, '' she said with a smile as she looked up at him. `` By the way, Tommy stopped by the office today and asked me to prompt you to give him a telephone call back regarding his selection of DJs for your club. ``

Ah, crap. He had totally forgotten about that. If he was going to use `` working on plans for the club '' as a cover version, he would receive to pay More attention to details like that. He put a reminder on his phone to call Tommy tomorrow.

Exhausted, he slowly lumbered towards the couch and sat down on the opposite side of Thea.

walk in, he had paid no attending to what she was actually watching on TV. As he sat down, he suddenly noticed. She was watching some sort of debate on the topical anesthetic news. And the topic the anchors were talking about was the Starling City vigilance man. Himself.

'' Jessica, you are absolutely mad, '' the Male correspondent heatedly said on the TV. `` The vigilance man is a criminal, no unspoilt than any of the crooks he 's supposedly taken down. He 's killed multitude before, and interferes with police workplace. ``

'' Oh, 'police work ,'you say ? '' the female newscaster said with a fierceness in her vox. `` And severalize me, where was this so-called 'police work'when Victor Zsasz was murdering innocent the great unwashed for the last two years ? The law could n't touch him. The vigilante was able-bodied to stop him, saving countless lives. You would dare to condemn the potential victim of this psychopath to death just because of a strict by-the-book obligation to the legal system in terms of who exactly is allowed to bring an end to his reign of terror ? Even forgetting the vigilante 's previous deed, apprehending Zsasz alone has saved the biography of dozens of inexperienced person the great unwashed. How could you presume indicate against the fact that the vigilante is a force for good ? What if Zsasz had gone after your family next, Eric ? I 'd bet you 'd be pretty well-chosen about the vigilante 's encumbrance in that case. ``

'' You are out of line, bringing my family into this discussion, '' the male newswriter said with anger. `` You do n't know what you 're talking about. The vigilante… ''

Joseph Oliver grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off with feign-disgust.

'' God, I have heard more than enough arguments regarding that monstrosity appearance, '' he said with mock distaste. Deep down, he was filled with slew of self-doubt, and seeing the female correspondent display the cause that he is making a conflict in the city and saving liveliness warmed his substance. Still, he could n't share that with Thea, for obvious reasons, and had to venture to be against the vigilante to facilitate remove all suspicion.

'' Who do you signify by junkie show ? You mean the vigilante ? '' Thea inquired. She walked over to their kitchen to snap up a field glass for Oliver that she could pour the wine into as she continued to converse with him. `` I do n't have it away about freak show, I think he 's been doing some in effect for multitude. ``

'' Thea, the vigilante is breaking the law. He 's a murderer. There 's no justification for his legal action. ``

'' Oh, I do n't know about that, '' Theia said in response as she walked back with a drinking glass and poured Oliver some wine and handed it to him. `` I mean, you heard them talk about it. He stopped this serial killer guy who was killing inexperienced person woman. If this Zazzafraz guy… ''

'' Zsasz, '' he quickly responded in correction, immediately regretting it for fright of giving himself away.

'' Right, Zizzazz. You have such a secure computer storage ! '' she replied, still getting the pronunciation slightly wrong but he would n't make bold even up her further. `` Anyway, if this Zizzazz guy went on to bolt down mortal else tonight had the hood guy not stopped him… you would still take a trouble with it ? I mean, the constabulary could n't touch him. ``

Oliver began to drink the wine she had handed him before responding. `` Regardless, that work is handled by the police, and the vigilance man has no job interfering, '' Joseph Oliver replied sternly.

'' Oh, really ? '' Thea said as she sat up heterosexual person and looked him in the eye. `` Ollie, that killer liked to prey on clean-handed woman, and vote out them. What if his next target…was me ? Would n't you be happy for the vigilante stopping him in that case ? ``

Oliver sat up straight as well, with a stark tone in his eyes. `` Thea, do n't you dare joke about that. ``

'' I 'm not joking. What if I was his next target ? Would n't you be… ''

'' I do n't want to ever think about that in a million years, '' Oliver replied sadly. `` Why would you even bring that up ? ``

Theia could sense the hurt and sadness in him, so she moved towards the other end of the redact and gave him a hug.

'' I 'm sorry, Ollie. I just wanted to present a possible argument. ``

'' Well, '' he said as he stroked her hair, `` I do n't require you to make me think about such affair again. ``

'' Agreed, '' she said as she detached herself from him and sat back down. Instead of going to the opposite word side of the couch, she stayed seated in the middle shock absorber on purpose in orderliness to be closer to him. `` Still, Ollie…I have a picayune bit of a confession for you regarding this thing. ``

'' Oh yeah ? And what might that be ? ``

'' I know this is irrational and dumb…but..I dunno…is it wrong that I think the Hood Guy is…kinda sexy ? ``

King Oliver shuddered for a moment.

Thea smiled. She was looking for a reaction from him, and she got one.

Oliver regained his calmness from this comment and replied. `` Theia, you ca n't be thinking such things. He 's dangerous. He 's a vigilante and a murderer, you ca n't be thinking… ''

'' He 's a hero, Ollie. I mean, do n't get me incorrect, I would never be silent enough to actually get involved with him or anything, I just think the idea of a hunky guy fighting offence and risking his life for the good of the city is super hot. You can let me have my fantasies, right ? ``

Fantasies. Her using that word made him shudder again. His little babe was having `` illusion '' that, unbeknown to her, were about him.

Finally, he composed himself and replied. `` Thea, listen. Even if you think that this guy is some sort of force out for near, he 's still grave. Laurel has gotten involved with him, and it 's put her in danger. Twice ! ``

'' What do you think, twice ? He saved her life both times ! ``

'' The mo prison term, she was only in risk in the first off place because of her involvement with him. ``

'' But he came and saved her that second fourth dimension, still ! He could own just left her to die. He has a inwardness, he cares about people…and besides, I know he would never ache me. ``

'' Oh yeah ? '' Oliver replied with amusement. `` What makes you so sure about that ? He 's hurt pile of other masses. Killed them, even. ``

'' Oh, please, Ollie. He 's only killed bad guys that were shooting at him and trying to kill him ! He would never come after soul like me…besides, I think he 's trying to protect me… ''

'' Protect you ? '' Ollie said with some mock anger. `` What are you talking about ? ``

'' Well, after I was caught with the drug Vertigo and put on trial…well, almost immediately after that, he went after the head guy dealing the drug and stopped him. I do n't think it 's a coincidence. I think the vigilante is looking out for me. ``

It was hard for Oliver to sustain his faux-anger when everything that she said was completely chasten. He supposed that going after the count immediately after Thea was put on test was a risky decision, but given the fact that she was here and not in prison it was a decision he would n't alter for the creation. In any case, it seemed like she was n't on to him at all. After all, she did say that she was attracted to the vigilante, something she would obviously never say if she suspected it was her own brother. In any suit, he decided to needed to work an end to the discussion.

'' Well, Speedy, I think that 's a dangerous way to think, but it seems to me that you 're rational enough to have sex not to lease him if you actually come in inter-group communication with him, '' he said with a grinning. He moved his hand over to grab her upper leg and shook it slightly. `` Now, let 's block it and get down to brass tax. I believe my pop acculturation advisor has something else to help oneself me hitch up on today 's popular medium. ``

'' Sounds like a plan. We can table this discussion. I do have got plenty to show you, '' she smiled.

Having accomplished her initial finish, Thea smiled back at him and agreed to prorogue the vigilante word for the clock time being. She booted up the On-Demand percentage of their cable box, and moved the card towards her intended destination.

'' O.K. then, Ollie. Today, I 'm going to show you the first base few episodes of a TV show. One of the most popular TV show of the last few eld. It 's a fantasise appearance, so it 's kind of operose to realise at first because it 's so complex, but I 'll explain the details and such to you to help you understand everything that 's going on and whatnot. '' Thea continued to fiddle with the carte du jour as she attempted to reach her destination.

'' Sounds respectable. What 's the show called ? ``

'' It 's called 'Game of Thrones ,''' she replied, hiding her smiling so that King Oliver could n't see it. Finally, she found what she wanted and brought up the first installment of the initiative season. She pressed play.

She leaned back down in her hind end and draped her right arm over her brother 's shoulders as the first episode began to play. He put his arm around her in turn.

'' This should be interesting, '' she thought to herself excitedly.

With their weapons system around each former, the two sib watched most of the episode. Occasionally, he would ask her to pause to explain the several `` noble menage, '' fictional character and relationships and whatnot to him - after all, it was a very intensifier and complex fantasy world, and very confusing to a first time witness. She was happy to explain all the nuances.

Eventually, the first of all scene she was looking forward to came on screen. A view where the character Viserys groped his sister Daenerys 's naked eubstance. Theia could sense a sort of discomfort in King Oliver. While he still had his arm around Thea, this scene caused him to slowly inch himself towards the opposite end of the sofa, away from her.

goodness. This was just the beginning, she knew. The dear part is yet to come.

Throughout the relief of the episode, she had explained the various family of Westeros to him and their relationships and politics. He seemed to interpret, to at least some degree. He still had some of the persona and plotlines confused, but was relatively close to an understanding.

As the first instalment drew to a close, she waited in anticipation for the moment she could n't wait to see his reaction to.

Bran Stark crawled up the bulwark of Winterfell. And then, he witnessed nance Cersei having sex with her fan. Her lover pushed Bran out the window, and then the instalment ended.

Thea could secernate that Joseph Oliver enjoyed the episode a bang-up mass, but was still slightly confused. He had a hard time keeping the populace of Westeros and all the different grapheme straight, as did most first-time viewers.

She could recount he did n't quite understand what happened at the end of the episode. He did n't exactly think of who the Queen 's devotee was, or what the shot had meant. So of course of instruction, he asked her.

'' That was pretty concern. I could n't quite keep track of all the characters and knickknack, but I see the potential, definitely. I have a few thing to ask you to help clarify it, though. ``

'' Sure, ask me anything, '' she smiled. `` I 've seen it before and see it pretty well. ``

'' Well, '' he asked, '' I have a hard time keeping cut of the characters. So when the boy saw those two people having sex at the end…the fair sex he saw was the Queen, right ? The fat guy 's married woman ? ``

'' Yeah, that 's right, '' she said, in expectation of the succeeding question.

'' Okay, so, who was that buster she was having sex with at the end ? I sort of remember him from to begin with, but do n't remember exactly where. ``

'' Oh, that guy ? That 's Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. He killed the previous Riley B King. Also, '' she stopped for a moment to contemplate. She blushed as she said the future sentence. `` …he 's the Queen 's brother. Bran caught the Queen having sex with her brother, which is why Jaime pushed him out the windowpane. ``

Oliver sat there in thunderstruck silence for a moment. He vaguely remembered the eccentric being introduced earlier in the episode as the king 's chum, but thought he must induce missed something, or was in denial to some degree. But no, he had n't missed anything.

given the selection of any movie or TV display in the world, his sister chosen to show him a show that depicted incest between a brother and sister.

He tried to prune it. The appearance had secure production values, and was obviously a big hit. It was set in medieval multiplication, and affair were different back then.

But still, he could n't get over the fact that his sister had chosen to show him a television system show depicting a brother and baby engaging in incest…and she was sitting only a few in away from him, while she was clad in only a night scrubs and pajama shorts.

'' So, did you like it ? '' she smiled. `` Ready to see the succeeding episode ? ``

'' Definitely, '' he replied. `` Seems like an interesting premise. I 'm excite to see what happens next. ``

The two siblings watched the second episode of the display, and then the third, but as they continued to drink they could n't help but slowly doze off. Thea, having seen the appearance before, slowly lost interest and began to close her eyes. She lowered her promontory onto her big brother 's articulatio humeri, and her eyes closed as she began to sleep.

Oliver, tired from an eject day, felt like he was starting to doze off as well. He noticed that Thea seemed to be knocked out cold, and had fallen asleep in his arms.

He slowly slipped out from underneath her ardent body to stand up besides the couch.

Cursing himself again for being attracted to the unfamiliar beautiful woman she now was, he hated himself for sexualizing such an unacquainted act. She loved him, in a purely platonic way. In a way that would last forever. And his disturbing thoughts were perverting it. She shuddered to himself, then decided he at to the lowest degree owed it to her to take her up to her room.

Oliver turned off the TV and the light, and used his arm to pick up Thea by the stage and torso as she slept on the lounge. Her being so small, carrying her was no effort at all. As he picked her up and held her in his weapon, she began to nestle towards him, cooing and burying herself in his body.

Oliver walked up the stairs with Thea 's sleeping body in his arms. He opened the door to her room, and gently placed her on her bed.

'' effective night, Speedy, '' he said with a hump voice as he kissed her on the forehead.

He slowly walked out of her elbow room, stealing one live on coup d'oeil at her, and then moved away. As he entered his bedroom, he took off his clothes until he was only in his boxers and nothing else. He crawled under his blanket, hoping for a restful night 's sleep.

Oliver began to shut out his oculus again and drift off. Even though he 'd been back for calendar month, he still was n't fully used to sleeping on a well-situated bed. As they did so often after he closed his eyes, the bed he was sleeping on slowly transformed into the leaves, skunk and shit he had grown more habitual to in his mind.

...

In his head, Oliver was transported to four long time prior. He had been on the island for a year, and he and Slade Edmund Wilson were preparing for the next plane that would potentially be their rescue.

It was dusk, and Oliver was standing over a fervidness, holding a video. Holding the only if thing reminding him of home.

Most of Slade 's training had been physical - combat techniques, outdoorsmanship, survival.

But on this day, Slade was trying to learn him something much more emotional. Something much more personal.

'' Gid on with it. Drop it in the fire. ``

Slade was attempting to say him to sting the one thing he had left that reminded him of home base. His photo of Laurel. The one thing he had clung on to. He continued to hesitate.

'' suntan the bloody thing already, '' Slade insisted. `` I think I 've shown you I know what I 'm doin'by this point and you 're in force off takin'my advice. ``

Oliver looked at the former Aussie mystery news table service member with some sternness. `` This is the exclusively thing I have left to remind me of home. To remind me of who I really am. ``

'' If you want to last you need to look forward, not wax nostalgic about the past. You need to reckon about the future. ``

This was the heavy affair Slade had ever asked him to do. But he knew Slade was his only hope of survival, and he had to do what he said.

With a sigh, he dropped the picture of Laurel in the fervor. He hoped he would n't forget what she looked like. Oliver stared at the moving picture as the flames burnt it.

Later on that Nox, the two castaways shared rations of cold-blooded noodle. Oliver could hardly stick out to look at Slade right hand now.

Slade eventually broke the silence. `` You going to finish that, or what ? '' he said, referring to Oliver 's bean plant can that was still half full, which he apparently had stopped eating.

Joseph Oliver moved it towards him. `` I 'm not feeling particularly athirst. You can finish it. ``

'' I was n't asking because I wanted to eat the remainder, you twit. I was telling you that you 've got to complete it yourself. You need your posture. ``

Oliver slowly looked down and tried to force himself to eat the rest. Finally, he shook his head and could n't take hold his emotions in any more.

'' My ONE admonisher of rest home. My ONE affair to hold on to. You seriously could n't open me that ? Just one little ikon ? '' Oliver yelled in anger.

Slade chuckled in reaction. `` Ah, so the truth comes out. ``

Slade got up and walked towards his bag. He pulled something out of it, and slipped it in his pocket. `` I 've got something for you, Oliver. Something I was waiting to apply you until you burned that bloody movie. ``

'' What is it ? ``

'' Give me a consequence to explain, first, '' Slade said as he sat back down next to Oiver. `` You see, Oliver, I 'm not without persuasion. I know that in order to have the motivation and the drive to survive in situations like these, you need to cerebrate about your loved ones. To reckon about reconnecting with them. ``

Oliver narrowed his centre in ire. `` Really ? Then why did you severalize me to incinerate the word picture of my girlfriend ? ``

'' Will you let me finish ? As I said, you need to remember about the future. Not the past. And your little girlfriend ? Well, brother, she sure as hell is a keepsake of the past times. When you look at her impression, you 're not thinking about the joy you 'll have when you reconnect with her. You 're thinking about the past, about misunderstanding you made, about how you want to turn back metre. Because the harsh world is, when you get back to America, Laura- ''

'' Stan Laurel. ``

'' Right, Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel, whatever. Stupid name, anyways. Anyway, from what you 've told me, I do n't think your bay wreath is going to be particularly happy to see you again. You cheated on her with her Sister, and that led to her sis getting killed. When you see her again, she 's going to be rightly pissed and separate you to bugger off. When you looked at her picture, you were n't being inspired. You were n't thinking about all of the truthful love and hope that you 're going to see in her centre when she sees that you survived. You 're waxing nostalgic about the past, about the misapprehension you made, how you want to go back in time and fix them. That simply wo n't do. If you want to survive, you need to look forward, not backward.

'' I had a wife once, Joseph Oliver, '' he continued. `` Her name was Adeline. She was in the military as well. Oversaw my training, even. We fell head over heel in love, got married, had three kids. I thought it was unconditional love that would go forever. Eight years later, for reasons I 'll spare you from, she 's holding a gun to my principal. I 'm not saying all romantic kinship are destined to give way, Oliver, but nearly are fleeting. They 're dodgy, and unsure. Hades, the divorce rate in your nation is l percent. And from my experience, the relationship you 're in when you 're 21 years old sure as bloody hell is not going to survive. There are elision, of class. But when one political party cheats on the other with their 'beloved 's'proportional because of some fear of loyalty, and it leads to the death of said relative…well, I 'm fairly certain THAT has a zero percentage winner charge per unit. ``

King Oliver looked down in shame. Everything Slade was saying was true, although it was hard to confront. When he looked at Laurel 's picture, he had been living in a cosmos in his forefront where he was constantly rewinding metre, where he never went on that sauceboat trip, where he never invited Sarah. He was thinking about the yesteryear. He never looked at the icon and envisioned a happy future and reconnecting with her. It was all dwelling in the yesteryear, wallowing in regret.

Finally, Slade reached into his sac and pulled out the point he had grabbed from his bag. He held it up so Oliver could see.

It was a stone, shaped like an arrowhead. There were Taiwanese eccentric marked all over it.

Oliver stared at it inquisitively. `` What is that matter ? What do the symbols on it mean ''

'' The symbols on this thing, '' Slade said as he looked down at it sadly, `` are Buddhist fictional character symbolizing reconnecting. Of being away, and then reuniting with someone with whom you share a deep, unbreakable, unconditional love. When Yao Fei was out on delegacy for the Formosan government, he would clear one himself, and then return home in order to turn over it to his daughter.

'' Eventually, he showed me how to make them as well. I 'm not facile in Beijing dialect, but I 've memorized these symbolisation and what they mean. At first I thought I would ease up them to Adeline. Well, that fell straight to hell. But there ARE multitude in my life who I share a true up, unconditional dear with. And whenever I was out doing grave body of work I did n't know if I would come back from, I would create these tokens, and would hold onto them, persevering throughout all sort of circumstances because I knew I was motivated by reconnecting with the hoi polloi I loved, and giving a item to them. ``

Oliver felt an immense amount of understanding for this man who had previously mostly portrayed himself as cold-blooded. He was almost scared to ask who what loved ones he was referring to. `` And the people that you loved… ? ``

'' Grant. Joseph. rose, '' Slade paused, almost getting choked up. `` The people that will always enjoy me, no matter what a fuck-up I am. ``

Oliver looked down solemnly. Slade did n't throw to explain who those figure belonged to, in relation to him. King Oliver knew.

Slade then held the token out in his hand, handing it to Oliver.

'' I 've made this one for you. I want you to take this, and use it to opine about someone who loves you unconditionally. And you better make bloody certainly that it 's NOT your pudden-head lady friend that you cheated on. No, you 're going to use this to help oneself you think about someone who will always fuck you no matter what, and vice versa. And I want you to throw on to it, and call up about that someone 's unconditional sexual love, and think about the future. Think about the present moment when you return from this island, where you will see that somebody again, and be able to lay out it. Use it as strength. Use it to think about the future. ``

Slade was uncharacteristically getting slightly choked up. He paused again. `` Now, '' he continued, `` do you make such a someone in mind ? ``

Joseph Oliver took the token and stared at it. He had been so dazed. He was focusing on Laurel - soul who likely would want nothing to do with him if he got back. He was wallowing on the past, on sorrow, on nostalgia.

Slade was right. He needed to focus on optimism. On reconnecting with the one person who would love him forever unconditionally for the rest of his liveliness. The person who adored him, who loved him, who needed him in her aliveness. And vice versa.

Finally, Oliver looked back up towards Slade. `` I understand what you 're saying, '' he finally said. `` I know exactly who I have in idea. I know exactly who I 'm going to give way this to, if I… ''

'' WHEN you. ``

Oliver smiled at his optimism. `` rightfulness. I know exactly who I 'm going to yield this to….WHEN I return to Starling urban center. ``

Slade smiled and then stood up and he walked towards his makeshift bed. `` Well then. estimable to know. Now then, that 's the end of that example. Do n't go and look any to a greater extent mawkishness from me from this point forward. Tomorrow we pick up swords for combat, and I 'm not going to contract it easy on you. ``

Oliver smiled, then returned towards his bed as well. `` I 'm prepare for your whip, Crocodile Dundee, '' he laughed as he went to bed.

troika months later, they missed the plane. King Oliver stayed on the island for four years after that night.

Throughout those four long time, Oliver kept the souvenir on his person the entire time.

And throughout those four year, he thought of Thea.

...

A few hours later after falling asleep, Oliver awoke. The green goddess and dirt he imagined himself sleeping on slowly transformed into the soft mattress he was actually sleeping on in the present day.

Still groggy from the sleep and the alcohol, he slowly re-oriented himself. He was n't on the island anymore. He was back domicile. He was on a soft bed, in his sleeping room in the pouf family mansion.

And there was a warm up trunk next to him. His arm was around her. His headland was nuzzled between her neck and shoulder.

He took a mo to run his manus up and down her body. She was wearing only a tiny nightgown, and her pantie. She was curled up and pressed against him, as he lay in only his boxers.

He took a bit to process who it could be. Laurel ? No, she hated him. She had moved on. Never again.

Carrie Cutler, some other random char he had found ? He thought back to the previous night. No, he had n't gone out to a club or anything. The respite of the dark, he had stayed dwelling house, he had spent sentence with…

Oh God.

Speedy.

He readjusted himself, leaned over, and looked her in the case to piss sure.

At some point when he was asleep, Speedy had come back into his way and crawled into his bed with him. The same way she used to do when she was slight. When she had a nightmare, or was scared, and sought big pal 's comforting and loving arms to reassure her and assist her sleep.

Joseph Oliver 's readjusting in bed caused Thea to wake up in play. She slowly yawned, then turned around to face him. She smiled as she looked into his eyes.

'' Hey there, big brother. ``

'' Theia, '' he said solemnly, `` what are you doing in my bed ? ``

She looked downwards, sadly. `` Ollie, I…I 'm sorry, but I could n't sleep. I was having nightmares. I remembered that, years ago, when I would crawl into your bed, you would always comfort me, and sleep next to me…and whenever you did, I felt safe knew everything was o.k.. '' She looked down for a moment before reconnecting with middle. `` Listen, I know it 's dumb…I promise you do n't reckon of me as a dull little girl. ``

Oliver was of two minds about this proposition. On one paw, he loved his little sister, and wanted to reconnect with her as a great deal as possible, and he remembered all the multiplication baby Speedy would get scared and he would innocently comfort her by allowing her to sleep in his bed in order to assure her. On the other script, he had to struggle with the fact that she was an adult now and that he was now physically attracted to her now-beautiful physical body, so allowing her to kip in his bed could potentially curb less-than-innocent intension at this point in their lives.

'' I do n't know, Speedy. Listen, I love you, and I want to reassure you and comfort you…but…do n't you think we 're a little too old for this ? I mean, for God 's interest, Thea, we 're both barely wearing anything. It 's a lilliputian bit weird. ``

Thea did n't say anything for a few second, instead looking up at her big brother 's eyes with an naturalness, hope, and unhappiness that warmed his heart.

'' Weird ? '' she said with a snuffle. `` You think it 's 'weird'to comfort your piffling sister who has been through so much ? Who thought she lost you ? Ollie…you do n't empathize. I 've been…alone…for so long. So lonely. For five geezerhood, I felt that there was no one in the cosmos who truly loved me, or cared for me… ''

'' semen on, Speedy, '' he replied quickly. `` What about Mom ? What about Walter ? ``

'' No, Ollie. It 's not like that. start of all, Walter is a dainty guy, I like him and everything, but he 's not really family, we were on just terms but he could never really have sex me like a real father. Besides, he 's gone now, who knows if he 'll add up back. And Mom ? wellspring, I mean, I know that deep down Mom loves me, but she 's so cold most of the time…so distant…and sometimes I feel like she does n't give care about me much at all. ``

'' How can you say that ? Mom loves you, she… ''

'' No, Ollie. You were right, to begin with, when you told her to be harsher on me. I form of was mad at you for it, but you were right wing. Mom let me do whatever I want, never disciplined me, because she did n't really care. I know deep down that she loves me, but she never shows it. Never says it. But you, Ollie ? You care about me…enough to let me know when I 'm making bad conclusion. ``

She leaned in and hugged him. And then decided to pour out her heart and soul out.

'' Ollie…for five eld, I 've felt like there was no one in the world who really, truly loved me. Who accepted me for who I am, despite all my misunderstanding, and was watching out for me, and would get laid me forever. And now, I have person like that back in my animation. Back from the bushed. And even though you 've been back for a few calendar month, I still ca n't really process it. I ca n't believe you 're real. I 've had so many sleepless night, so many horrible nightmares…but when I was younger, when I was in your loving limb after having nightmares, I dozed off so soon. And now you 're back. And I still ca n't truly trust that you 're real, and that you 're here. And I know the island has changed you, that you 're a dissimilar somebody now, just like I 've become a different person in the go five years ,. But I know that underneath it all, you 're still the Same Ollie that I remember. ``

Reciprocating the embracement, Joseph Oliver began to pull up as he stroked her hair lovingly while she continued. `` You 've changed on the island, to be for certain. But deep down ? You 're still the same soul. The Lapp loving big crony who used to translate me bedtime stories and would secern me how much he loved me whenever I asked, and would pick me up in his limb and spin me around. The Lapplander Ollie who would grow down invitations to go to parties or whatever because he needed to outride home whenever I was feeling sad, lonely, or was macabre. You 're the merely somebody who I knew would always love me. And for so long, I thought I lost you forever. But now, you 're back. And I still ca n't believe that you 're real…that you 're really back here, with me. Please….let me kip in your bed tonight, Ollie. I know we 're too old for it and that the great unwashed will recall it 's Wyrd or whatever, but I need to know that you 're here. I need to hump that you 're back in my life-time, for real. ``

Oliver knew the likely consequences. But he could n't deny her. Not now.

He leaned in and kissed Thea on the forehead. `` Okay, sis. I 'll stay with you. ``

Thea smiled at her big pal, then turned around and nestled her consistence against him again. `` Thank you, Ollie. I love you. And I always will. ``

He kissed her on the shoulder. `` Ditto, '' he said simply.

As the two siblings began to doze off, he thought about how practically he loved her. How much he had always cared for her.

But it was quite difficult for him. There was a beautiful grown womanhood, one that he did n't quite realise, who was curled up beside him and in his arms at the second. And she was wearing following to nothing, while her torso nestled besides him.

Stop. Stop thinking that way. This is your sister. She 's here with you for consolation. Nothing else. He tried to force himself to go to sleep.

With her big brother 's arms around her, Thea could n't assist but smile. So far, everything had been going perfectly. In Ollie 's arms, she felt so warm, so do it, so protected.

But she wanted more.

She loved him so much, she could n't help it. She considered her alternative. Ollie seemed to be sleeping now. Oh, how she wished that she could reach her hand back, to extend to him intimately…but she did n't know how he would react. She did n't want to ruin this pure love.

Most of her speech to him had been completely true, but she had lied to him about the `` having nightmare '' part. She was n't having nightmares. She was having pleasant dreams…about him. About him holding her, touching her, loving her. And she decided to act upon them.

She did n't give a damn about what `` society '' thought. And she sure as blaze did n't deal what scientists thought, with their ribosomes and crap about why it was wrong. All she knew was that there was a beautiful man holding her in his arms that would always get it on her, and she wanted him. Physically.

If she knew that Joseph Oliver was just leading a normal life and would be there for the residue of hers, that would be one thing. But he was n't. She already knew what it was like to misplace him once, and now he was putting his life on the line at least twice a hebdomad. She might drop off him again. suffer this opportunity. She had to put herself out there, make her true smell known. She had to know what it was like to touch him…to tone him. At least once. She had spent so a great deal time thinking about it, she had to do something to further it.

She sighed and hesitated for a consequence. She loved the feeling of big brother 's warm consistency against her as he spooned her. She knew she could kip peacefully with him around her. Still, she did n't recognize how many former nights he would let such an arrangement continue, he made it perfectly clear that he thought it was kind of weird. She had to strike now, if this was ever going to happen.

Slowly and hesitantly, she reached her flop arm behind her body. She started by placing her arm on his abs. God, they were so chiseled, so perfect. But what she really wanted to go for was just a bit let down than that.

She slowly moved her arms blue down his trunk. Her handwriting found the edge of his boxer drawers. She continued to move her helping hand downwards, on the exterior of them, and slowly began to wind her manus around the outline of his fellow member through the cloth.

God, it was so big. So much bragging than any other guy she had ever been with. She shuddered as she considered the last statement…at the possibility of `` being with '' Oliver.

She started to move her mitt up and down as she held his member from the outside of his boxers. She smiled as she felt it slowly harden as she grasped it. In his slumber, King Oliver let out a pleased moaning sound, which she smiled at.

Eventually, she decided to go for the real thing. After a pause, her hand moved back up towards his abdomen, then back down towards him. But instead of going on the outside of his boxers, she slipped her paw underneath them. She slowly reached down and grabbed Ollie 's defenseless and now partially erect member.

She could n't consider it. It was happening. Maybe he would fire up up in a moment and be horrified, but for this finicky present moment in clip, she was able to find Ollie intimately and purely.

Her lithe fingerbreadth slowly started to strike up and down his dig, as he continued to quietly groan in his sleep as his member continued to harden under her touch.

Encouraged, she began to go faster. She flipped her body around to allow her easy access, and moved her left mitt down his boxers as well so she could sense him with both hands.

It felt so perfect. So natural.

And then, he woke up.

Oliver groaned at initiatory. He enjoyed the pleasure of whoever was touching him. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

And he saw who was administrating this treatment. It took him awhile to process it. Then, he realized.

As soon as he woke up and realized who was touching him intimately, Joseph Oliver sprung out of the bed and bolted upright. He reached towards the light and flipped it on.

'' Speedy ? SPEEDY ! '' he suddenly yelled. Although slightly disoriented by the Christ Within suddenly turning on, Thea looked towards him.

'' What is it, Ollie ? ``

'' Speedy, I… '' Oliver paced back and forth across the room in a panicked State Department. He paused, composed himself, and continued.

'' Speedy, I understand your aroused motive. OK ? But still, I think it 's not entirely earmark for us to contribution the same bed. I think you should go to your own chamber. ``

'' Oh yeah ? '' Thea smiled. `` And why do you say that ? ``

'' Thea, please, just trust me. ``

'' No, '' she said adamantly. `` I want to stay with you. Why do you want me to go out so bad ? Do n't you have it away me ? ``

Oliver could n't believe this line of descent of questioning. She had obviously forgotten who was lying side by side to her, leading to the inappropriate touching she had obviously inadvertently initiated. As awkward as it was, he supposed his solitary option was to enjoin her the entire awkward truth.

'' Speedy, I…oh God, this is going to be so awkward. But, listen, I…I do n't think we can do this innocently. ``

'' What do you mean ? ``

'' Listen, I…oh, God, this is going to fathom weird…but…I think for a little while there you forgot who you were lying next to. I think you thought I was someone else. ``

Thea propped herself up on her face with a slaked smile. `` And what makes you say that, big Brother ? ``

'' Let 's not get into detail about it. come up on, back to your room, now. ``

'' No, really. I want to get laid what made you think that. What happened ? ``

Oliver sighed for a moment. She was obviously not catching on to his cue. He would obviously have to spell it out to some academic degree, which he dreaded.

'' Listen, Speedy, I…look…you obviously did n't recognize who was next to you. You started to…oh God, this is ungainly, but, umm…you started to… '' he paused again to pick up his thoughts, then continued. `` You started to…umm…touch me. Inappropriately. ``

Theia smiled to herself. He thought that her touches were the result of some unintended nocturnal itch. She supposed she could cut her deprivation, and go back to bed. After all, she had finally been able to feel him, intimately, at least for a mo. If she left now, he would be none the wiser to her incestuous urges.

But she was feeling particularly greedy at the moment. She could n't help but discover that despite his discovery of the identity of the person giving him his nocturnal friction, King Oliver 's insensibility had not softened. This was the time. She had to go for broke. After that lilliputian presentation, no way was he ever letting her sopor in his bed again.

Thea stood up from the bed. Clad only in a skimpy nightgown and panties, she noticed that King Oliver did n't even try to take his oculus off of her. She seductively soldered towards him, and then placed her arms around his unattackable neck opening, and looked into his eyes.

'' Ollie, '' she finally said with her arms around him. She leaned into his ear and seductively whispered into it. `` First of all, I was n't asleep…and I knew exactly who was future to me. ``

Oliver took a few instant to process this information. His own sister, his own baby Speedy…she had touched him. She had touched him…there. And she knew exactly what she was doing. Oh, God.

With her arms draped around him, Thea moved in to give him a kiss. A deep, confidant candy kiss, in which there was no hiding her purpose. Against his better judgment, Oliver could n't facilitate but reciprocate. Their lingua intertwined as they explored each other 's back talk passionately for a few moments.

Finally, King Oliver broke it off, and gently pushed her backwards off of him.

'' Thea…this is wrong. Look, I love you…but not like this. We ca n't do this. It 's prohibited. It 's ince… ''

'' Incest ? '' she said suddenly, beating him to the slug. `` Oh, really, Ollie ? It 's incest ? It 's untimely ? It 's prohibited ? According to whom, exactly ? According to companionship ? death I checked, neither of us were really the types of people who really gave a crap about what 'society'persuasion. According to biology nerds ? Well, I do n't know about you, but I ESPECIALLY do n't care about what any biology dweeb think about it. ``

'' Speedy, they have valid points. There are biological repercussions, societal repercussions, it's… ''

'' Shut up, Ollie, '' she finally said as she held him tightly once again. `` Just shut up. ``

She slowly started to cry. Then, she looked up in his heart, and tried to reason with him.

'' Ollie ... I do n't deal what anyone thinks. I do n't care about society, about what biology people think. All I know is one thing : there is a gorgeous man standing in presence of me right now…a man who I know will always jazz me forever, unconditionally. A man who I thought I lost, who came back to me as my own personal beautiful miracle. A man I will always love…and I want to demo him what rightful making love means, in every sense of the Logos. Will you let me show that man how much I will always love him ? And not just as a brother. ``

Oliver 's mind was racing. He had imagined something like this natural event, but thought it would n't. He could n't believe Thea was romantically in love life with him. He supposed it made some arcdegree of sense…she had been through so much heartbreak and trauma. She had n't lived a pattern life, and that would screw up the emotions of any young girl.

But he had to put a stop to this.

'' Thea…I…I know that both of us have been through a lot of trauma. A lot of brokenheartedness, and heartbreak. But that does n't think we 're allowed to do something like…this. We 'll always roll in the hay each early, to be sure…but not like this. Not in that way. I 'm so sorry, Thea. I never understood how deep your hurt was, how much your going disturbed you…but I ca n't do something like this with you. It 's awry. You need to see a psychiatrist to help sort out your feelings, because as of right now, you…OH, GOD, THEA ! ``

Oliver wanted to persist in his sentiment decrying the notion of what she intended to do, but he could n't. Theia would n't let him. Partway through his manner of speaking, Thea dropped to her knees, yanked down his boxers, started to lick him intimately.

Oliver took a moment to compose himself. His little sister was orally pleasuring him.

'' Thea, what are you doing ? You can't…you shouldn't…Oh, God… ''

Thea continued to pleasure him as she ignored his vociferation. Finally, she disengaged herself from him, as her mouth left his member with a popping sound, while moving her hand towards him to stroke him.

'' You ca n't order me this does n't experience effective. ``

'' Listen, Thea…oh, it does feel good. But it 's forestall. We can't… ''

Thea moved her mouthpiece towards him again, and began sucking fervently. She was n't going to allow him to indorse out now. Nuh-uh. They had come too far. This was their opportunity at experiencing true love.

King Oliver paused in fright as he considered the circumstances surrounding him at the moment. His trivial sister was sucking him off. A forestall act of incest. But against his better sound judgment, he could n't stop her. It felt too salutary. It was absolutely electric, and he felt himself getting aroused both by the forbidden nature of what they were doing as well as how much it felt like a pure locution of love.

After several more consequence of her taking his erect humanity in her mouth, Thea took a step back and stood up. She slowly took off her nightgown, exposing her perky breast. Then, she slowly slid her panties down her second joint seductively.

His footling Speedy was standing in battlefront of him, completely naked.

She eventually moved towards the bed, then leaned back and spread her legs.

'' I did you a favor, Ollie. Now it 's time for you to return the favor. ``

Naked and wanting, Thea presented her pussy towards him. She wanted him to orally pleasure her. He had so many apprehension, so much uncertainty about it…but he figured to himself that he should return the favour that she had provided him. It was wrong, but maybe it would be okay if they stopped at oral.

Slowly, Joseph Oliver moved his mouth towards the bed. Towards his niggling babe 's pussy. He opened his mouth, and began to pose his spit in her hot wetness. God, it felt so dependable. He moved his clapper up and down her sweetness, savoring the taste.

Even though he had not been with a woman during his five years on the island, Oliver 's increased skills in strength and accuracy had so far paid off dividends in the bedroom. He knew exactly what spots to hit, and hit his objective with precise accuracy. Thea was no different. He used smooth, stiff, and slowly rhythmic licks to target Thea 's clit and G-spot immediately. He softened his tongue, slowly massaging her clitoric area, knowing not to assault her clitoris immediately. He exorcised his proficiency on Thea, to great effect.

'' Oh, GOD, Ollie ! '' she screamed. `` You 're so bloody just at this ! I love you so much ! ``

His techniques eventually proved to be too mightily. Thea came, unleashing her succus into his mouth.

'' Oh, God, Oliver ! I 'm cumming ! YOU 'RE fashioning ME CUM ! ``

He enjoyed the experience, as her sweet juices ran into his mouth while he pleasured her.

Finally, he removed his grimace from her and moved upwards to see her in the eye.

'' That was amazing, Theia. I love you so often. But this is where it ends. ``

'' What ? '' she cooed with disappointment. `` Why ? ``

'' We 've pleasured each other orally. Sure, it was enjoyable, but it will still wrong. And now, we have to stop. Maybe in the hereafter, we can stay something like this. Just the oral part. But we ca n't experience full intercourse. It would be… ''

Theia stopped him mid-sentence with a inscrutable kiss on the lips. Then, she grabbed his shoulders, and slowly maneuvered them towards the bed, so that he would be lying on it, his erection facing upwards.

'' Thea ? '' he questioned. `` What are you doing ? ``

She slowly crawled on top of him as he lay on his back, facing him. Her pegleg surrounded his, and the opening to her eagre pussy was held right about his tumid member.

'' Thea…wait, no. We ca n't. Oral was one thing…but this ? We can't…we shouldn't…there are so many potential repercussions… ''

Theia just smiled as she reached down to snap up him. She slapped him against her entrance, rubbing it up and down a bit.

'' I love you, '' she said sweetly, ignoring his protests. Then she decided it was time for the real thing. She slowly lowered herself onto him. His fellow member slowly entered her as she lowered herself and felt the delight of him filling her so completely.

Oliver could n't believe this was happening. His shaft was in her. He was having entire blown sex with his sister. With his Speedy. And despite his dissent, he could n't quite bring himself to stop it.

'' Thea, '' he said suddenly, `` No. No. We ca n't, we. '' Her tender wetness felt amazing as it enveloped him. `` Thea…no…no…you 're my sister…you can't…we can't… ''

With his member inside her as she straddled him, Theia began to moan. In reply to Oliver 's complaints, Thea leaned towards him. She kissed him deeply on the lips, and then replied.

'' I do n't remember you get much choice in the affair. ``

Oliver 's middle started to roll into the back of his headway as his sister 's beautiful consistence continued to bounce up and down on top of him.

'' Oh, yes, Ollie. You feel so in effect. screwing me, Ollie…I 'm all yours… ''

As sound as it felt, he still felt shamed, and felt the penury to exorcise precaution.

'' Thea…oh, God, this feels so good. But we need…UGH ! '' he said as she bounced her delightful body on him. `` But we need…a condom. We ca n't do this raw. ``

With her big brother 's peter buried bass inside of her, Thea looked down upon him and smiled. `` No rubber essential, Ollie. Condoms are for…OOH, right hand THERE ! Um, condoms are for people you are n't sure about. You do n't use condoms when you 're with somebody that you love…OH GOD, YES, OLLIE ! right field THERE ! ``

He supposed she had a distributor point. Still, he felt unsafe.

'' Thea, I…OH, nookie ! YES ! ... umm, I love you and everything…but we should probably be safe…we should… ''

Slowly, Thea moved upwards, detaching herself from his extremity for the time being. Oliver 's phallus slowly felt frigid and alone.

Thea took a step back towards him, then looked at Oliver. `` Well, then, Oliver, do you cogitate we should use a condom ? ``

'' Well…yeah, I do. You know, just to be prophylactic. ``

Thea looked back at Joseph Oliver seductively. `` well, too bad. Not a luck, Mr. I want to feel you. The real you. All of you. And you do n't get a say in the matter. ``

'' I…umm… ''

Thea slowly sauntered back towards the bed, then leaned against it. Her pose quite clearly displayed what she wanted. She wanted him to film her from behind.

'' Now, fare on over here and need me. ``

He had so many objections in his brain. Or at least, he had many remonstration in the heading that was on his shoulders. His `` other psyche '' pretty practically had the opponent public opinion and knew what it wanted.

And right now, his animalistic impulse seemed to be winning out. He quickly used his mind to justify what his body wanted. He certainly was n't taking reward of her…he had explained himself to her plenty of fourth dimension. Explained all the moment, gave her plenty of opportunity to break, to use precautions…she said no.

She was an adult. She was beautiful. He was softheaded for her. She felt amazing. And they both would always love each other.

prison term to hold back objecting. Enjoy the moment. spate with the result tomorrow.

He moved over towards her delightful body, taking a moment to experience her perky breasts and wonderfully toned figure. Then, he slowly moved his erect member towards her entrance.

'' make making love to me, Ollie. Enter me. engage me. ``

He did. Grabbing both side of meat of her ass, he guided his cock deep within her entrance, and began to affect back and forth.

'' Oh, YES ! Thank you Ollie ! Oh, you feel so safe ! You 're so big ! MMM ! ``

'' I…ohh…I love you, Speedy. ``

He moved himself back and onward inside her wetness as he took her from behind, using his accuracy acquisition to hit all the right places inside of her as she moaned.

He could n't believe how unbelievable this felt. An erotic explosion of both pure love and the forbidden.

Thea was getting everything she ever wanted. She almost felt like crying, and probably would if she was n't being filled with so many waving of pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. She felt so practically love…but was also was supremely turned on the incorrectness of it all. She thought it was so immensely hot how they 're telling society to get lost, and breaking all of society 's rules.

She smiled to herself as he continued to enter her. So far, everything Ollie has said to her has been about the love panorama of it all. She wanted to take a moment to comprehend the wicked side of it as well, and figured she would necessitate to give him a kick start in that department.

After awhile, Thea spoke up again.

'' Ollie, I…oooh…listen…I have an idea… ''

'' Oh yeah ? And what might that be ? ``

He disengaged from her, in the operation of shifting positions.

'' Well…I love you. And I always will. In the most loving and arrant potential way. And this is an facial expression of that love… ''

King Oliver smiled. `` I love you too, Speedy. ``

She grinned and then looked up at him again. `` So…I do n't want to contract away from the fact that this is a beautiful act of pure, categorical love. But, still, that being said…well, we 're still being really naughty. ``

He laughed. `` Yeah, I guess you could say that.

'' Well…Ollie…we both like breaking the rules of society. I ca n't deny…and I 'm for certain you ca n't either…the fact that despite how everlasting our lovemaking is…well, the fact that this is so haywire and forbidden and we 're breaking society 's rules…well, that really turns me on. ``

Joseph Oliver felt himself twitch and harden. `` Obviously someone here agrees with you. So what do you require to do about it ? ``

'' Well, '' Theia smiled. `` I think we should…embrace it. encompass the taboo and forbidden nature of it all…in order to help add to our own erotic delight. block up talking about the passion for a bit, and embrace the mischievousness. A piffling bit of dirty talk ? ``

Oliver smiled. `` So, what do you suggest ? ``

This was unbelievable. It was like she had read his thoughts.

He picked her up by the wooden leg and back, and he stood vertical and moved against the wall. He pressed her against it, her legs wrapped around him with her back to the wall. He hovered over her entrance as they leaned in to kiss each other.

Thea slowly whispered seductively in his ear.

'' I want you to fuck me…big comrade. ``

In the moment, in the pureness of their lovemaking, it was easy to forget their relation and focus on the fact that this is a fair sex he loved. The mention of him being her 'big chum'caused him to throb for a bit at the titillating and tabu implications. entailment that drove him wild with desire.

'' I want you to know your little Sister 's eager snatch. footling sis wants big buddy 's cock so bad. ``

He moved himself into her with a sudden thrust. She gasped, as he began to fuck her up against the rampart. It was a little rougher and to a lesser extent gentle than before.

'' This is faulty, Speedy. I 'm supposed to protect you…I 'm not not supposed to…OOH ! I 'm not supposed to…take advantage of you….to FUCK you…. '' It was n't a literal dissent, but a protraction of their act.

'' fountainhead, too late, '' she gasped in between moans of delight. `` You 're FUCKING me, big brother. My snatch is all yours for the pickings. Fuck me more. backbreaking ! ``

His left paw explored her organic structure, slowly caressing her ass as he continued to pump furiously. He could n't help but groan as she moved her body back and Forth River on him. Eventually, he moved her back towards the bed, still inside her. He lowered her on to the bed and lay on top of her as her legs locked around him.

'' Oh, Ollie…please fuck me…harder ! ``

'' You like big brother 's tool ? '' he asked, continuing their charade.

'' Oh, I LOVE big comrade 's big gumshoe. Fuck me More ! ``

Thea was so happy he had agreed to comprehend the tabu for a little bit. As he continued to move up and down interior of her, she felt her leg jump to nip as it wrapped around him. God, she could n't believe how good he felt…for the world-class time ever, she was having sex with a man. It felt a thousand meter better than any of the boys she had been with. It was n't close. He was hitting every spot in her erogenous zona expertly, and soon she felt another sexual climax sweeping across her body.

'' Ohh…you 're making me cum again, Ollie…I 'm cumming all over your big cock… ''

'' That 's it, Speedy. Let it all out. Cum for me. ``

As her orgasm raced over her, he eventually flipped her over so that he was lying on the bed and she was on top of him.

'' I want to watch out you bounce up and down on my shaft while you cum. Let me experience all of it. ``

He grabbed the sides of her ass as she bounced up and down on him. Her heart rolled into the cover of her top dog as she moaned.

Waves of pleasure went through her body as she released her fluids onto him. She had never cum before from individual just being inside of her. He could n't conceive his stamina - anyone else she 's ever been with would have been done 20 minutes ago.

After she finished her orgasm, Theia looked down into her buddy 's loving middle as her trunk continued to move up and down on him. She had a question for him. She could n't facilitate it.

'' Ollie, I…OOH ! I…have a question for you… ''

'' Oh yeah ? '' he said, hands continuing to explore her body.

'' Is my pussy…your best-loved puss ? ``

He shuddered and was caught off sentry go. A sexual sexual perversion of an innocent childhood query that they had shared in the past. It was untimely, and yet turned him on, also.

Still, he regained control. He held his composure. As she asked the inquiry, he could n't help but palpate the deepest possible love towards her. He pulled her tightly in to himself, at first licking her perky tit, then moving his way towards her mouth and kissing her deeply as she rode him. Finally, he detached himself, and looked into her center as she bounced up and down on his cock.

'' Of course, Speedy, '' he finally answered. `` Your pussy is my favored. It 's the best I 've ever felt. Always….and forever. ``

Thea was delighted with his answer. Still, she decided to push it one step further. She needed confirmation. `` Oh, really ? '' She paused for a breather, then asked a follow up question. `` Even better than laurel 's ? ``

Oliver smiled as the woman he loved most in the world continued to ride his member in an expression of true up beloved and amorousness. He knew what she wanted to hear. And he was prepared to deliver it.

'' Who 's Laurel ? ``

Thea squeed in response, leaning forward to hug her big chum tighter. She furiously kissed him on the lips, on the os frontale, and everywhere in between that she could find.

King Oliver continued to take hold of her in a have hug as she explored his torso with osculation. He meant it, too. What he felt with Laurel was nothing compared to this.

Still, he knew it was soon time for it all to end. He was close to finishing.

He announced his design. `` Thea…I 'm about to eat up soon. genuine soon, in fact. You should probably get off of me…you should let me end in your mouth, in your hands, whatever you prefer… ''

Thea continued to twit him furiously, and gave him a smile. `` I know where I want you to finish, big brother. ``

Thea continued to spin around her hips as she straddled him. She did n't give way a followup reception to that comment.

Joseph Oliver continued to find closer and closer to the point of release. Slowly, he realized what Thea was implying by her refusal to get off of him.

'' Wait, '' he said suddenly, `` Speedy, no. You have to get off me. We 've been having fun, but what you 're thinking is…OOOH…oh God…well, it 's way too far. You have to get off of me…I can't… ''

For some grounds, he felt powerless. Thea knew what she wanted, and she was determined to get it.

'' Ollie, listen, I know it's…OH, GOD ! OOOOOH…I….oh, sorry. But, like I said, I know what I want from you…I want you feel you…the REAL you…all of you…and forget whatever society or biological science thinks about it. ``

As she continued to hinge on him, King Oliver thought about the implications of what she was saying. `` Speedy ? Surely you ca n't mean…you won't…you couldn't… ''

'' You know exactly what I mean, '' she smiled back at him. Once again, she leaned back into his ear seductively.

'' I want you inside of me, big brother. I want to feel you. I want to finger all of you…inside me. It 's okay, Ollie. I 'm on the pill. ``

King Oliver knew it was unseasonable, but he could n't apply it any longer. He came. He came as his short Speedy 's pussy surrounded him, and he shot incumbrance after load inside of her.

'' Oh….YES ! have IT TO ME ! fill ME UP, BIG comrade ! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ! ``

He continued to fill her up, and her walls were completely filled with incestuous fluids.

This was by far the riskiest part of it, and the one matter he told himself would n't happen. But it happened anyway. As he finished unloading, he felt his slowly softening member detach itself from her.

She lay down beside him as they both gasped from their act of taboo coitus.

Slowly, they turned to face each other. She smiled at him, and kissed him deeply.

The rank pure waves of pleasure started to fade from Oliver as he considered the consequences of what he had just done.

'' Speedy…I ca n't believe we did that. ``

He had so many misgivings. It was so wrong…but it felt so stark, so electric automobile. So right.

Thea had no such scruple. She stared deeply into her beloved 's eyes. She could n't believe how perfect he was, how much he loved her…and now, she had him. She had the one thing she wanted so badly, that she thought she would never have. And it was so much meliorate than she could bear ever dreamed. She could n't trust it, and started to tear up as she looked at him.

Oh god, King Oliver thought. She 's crying. Of course she would be. Her perverted big chum just had sex with her. Traumatized her.

'' Oh God, Speedy…please do n't cry…oh, God…I 'm so sorry…please forgive me… ''

'' Forgive you ? Oh, Ollie, '' she sniffled. `` These are split of joy. Of making love. I 've never been so glad in my life. I love you so much, and am so happy I got to experience you. ``

Oliver was relieved to hear this, and kissed her on the lips again. She turned around and started to spoon him again as he put his weapon system around her. Thea started to doze off, in a State of absolute bliss.

Oliver stayed awake much tenacious than she did as he held her in his blazon. He was still in a body politic of mental rejection. He loved her so much, and this was an face of that love. It felt so right. But it also opened up so many questions.

He pondered those questions as he dozed off to kip in turn.

Oliver 's first off dreams were pure. About his undying and eonian honey for Thea, and how a lot love they had shared. Recreating the experience. Thinking about bliss in the future. How they had spent the dark together in an electrifying cloud nine of genuine love.

But soon, his dreams turned darker, as he reflected upon the act he had just committed.

Oliver was sitting in his way, alone. Suddenly, the window broke. There was an intruder.

A man in a greenish bonnet and masquerade had broken in. The trespasser held a bow and arrow in Oliver 's face.

At first-class honours degree, Oliver thought that this man was the shadow Archer, the emulator. How had he found out about his identity, about his house ?

But then, Oliver inspected the intruder further. No, this was not the Dark Archer, not a copycat. This was the rattling thing. The Starling City vigilante. The man who sought to add justice to the wicked and evil.

Himself.

He pondered for a moment how this could be possible. Then, his hooded doppelganger raised his bow and arrow and pointed it at Oliver 's face.

'' Oliver poof, '' the vigilante duplication said solemnly, `` you have failed this city. ``

Oliver did n't jazz how it was possible. HE was the vigilante, the man who spoke those words…but he was terrified, just the Lapplander. He answered the question.

'' Please ! '' he pleaded. He did not feel like a man hardened by five years on an island at that decimal point. He felt like the clueless playboy who was first hopelessly shipwrecked five class ago.

'' Confess your crime, '' the vigilante coldly said to Oliver.

'' O.K., okay ! '' Oliver replied, scared. `` I 'll profess. I 'm guilty of the crime of… '' he paused. He could n't bear to say it.

An arrow blastoff narrowly missed him as it hit the wall behind him. `` Say it ! '' the vigilante yelled. `` Confess your crime ! ``

Oliver finally broke down and admitted it. `` Okay, okay. I 'm guilty of the crime of…incest. I had sex with my own little sister. My little sis, who I should be protecting…I took advantage of her instead. I had sex with her. ``

His vigilante alter-ego stared at him. `` You will concede your criminal offence to the police, and process your time. You are scum, and a scourge on mankind that should be wiped out. ``

The vigilante then disappeared, leaving Joseph Oliver alone to think over his thoughts.

...

Oliver finally awoke again, for good this sentence. The harsh luminosity of morning jolted him come alive as he lay in his bed. He tried to write himself as he processed the event of the previous night.

He slowly gathered his thoughts and distinguished reality from his dreams. No one had found out. He was n't going to jail. That part was all a dream. Obviously, considering the fact that he was confronted by himself.

Still, he knew, had just committed the prohibited act of incest. He had sexual relation back with his own sister. A person he loved unconditionally. Who looked up to him, looked to him for guidance.

His perverted incestuous desires had led him to have sex with his Speedy.

He felt like vomiting. He looked around the bed. She was gone. He was alone, for now. He sighed, and contemplated. She was probably in her room, crying.

He could n't blame her. Her big brother, the one somebody who was always supposed to look out for her and protect her, had instead taken vantage of her. Had slept with her. He was scum.

Oliver slowly got up, and put some clothes on. He lumbered down the stairs.

As he neared the hindquarters of the stairs, he heard whistling. glad whistling.

He entered the kitchen, and saw Thea there. She was in the middle of cooking waffles. As soon as he entered, her eyes turned towards him as they lit up.

'' Ollie ! '' she squealed. `` Good sunup ! I 'm cooking us up some waffles ! Your preferent, I know ! ``

She shuffled over towards him, and draped her arms around him as she looked up into her beloved 's eyes. She gazed at him adoringly for a few moments, before moving her back talk to try to match his, attempting to embark on a bass kiss.

He turned his face away immediately.

'' Ollie ? '' she said with a trace of scathe after he turned away from her. `` What 's going on ? ``

He looked down at her, ashamed. `` You 're my picayune sister. And I took reward of you. ``

Her arm still draped around him, Thea furrowed her oculus as she addressed him. `` Oliver Jonas Queen, do n't you make bold. Do n't you DARE feel guilty about the dearest we shared. ``

'' But Thea…I…we… ''

'' Took advantage of me ? cobbler's last I checked, I was the one who started it. And I 'm an adult now, who can constitute my own decision. Who can make my own choices….and, well…I choose you ! ``

She moved her drumhead towards him again to kiss him. This time, he could n't facilitate but reciprocate. Their glossa twirled against each other as they embraced. He knew it was ill-timed. But it felt so passionate, so right.

Finally, he came to his Mary Jane and broke the kiss.

'' Thea…I 'm not saying that it was n't amazing. It was the most pure feel of love life I have ever felt. But…it 's wrong, Thea. And we can never do that again. It ends now, before it goes even further. ``

'' Hmmmm, let me recall about that for a moment, '' she said as she pretended to ponder. `` I 'm going to go with…..nope ! ``

'' Speedy… ''

'' Ollie. IF you said that you did n't like it, that you did n't get laid me, that you wanted to stop because you do n't palpate THAT kind of passion for me…well, I would be okay with that. But that 's not the sheath. You loved it. And you love me. And not just like a Sister. We 're right for each other, Ollie. The only if grounds you want to turn back is because you think we might get caught. But we wo n't get caught ! ``

He supposed she had a point. He could n't fully wrap his head around it before, but he was truly in love with her. Romantically. And their lovemaking had been the purest feeling in the world…her judgement pretty much absolved him of the guilty conscience that was eating away at him. So really, the only thing he was really worried about was getting caught.

'' I guess you 're rightfield, '' he said. He brought her closing to him, embracing her deeply. `` So how do we do this without anyone finding out ? ``

Thea was ready for that question. She had been going over that exact dubiousness for month. `` We have to be careful. Only when Mom is n't here. And if she is here, well, we can use your deserted nightclub. I 'm sure as shooting you have some variety of secret door or lair under it, right ? ``

'' Uh… '' now that was something he was n't prepared to allot with.

'' You know, a den where you keep a lot of your obeisance and arrow and stuff… ''

He had n't even considered the fact that she knew. It made stark sense, of course. She had said she found the vigilance man `` sexy, '' and defended him…of course she knew.

'' Speedy, I… '' he could n't bring himself to eat up the condemnation. After everything they had shared, he could n't bring himself to lie anymore.

'' Do n't worry, Ollie. It 's okay. We 'll save that discussion for another day, '' she smiled. `` As it stands, Mom 's still going to be gone for the next few day, so we 'll deliver that time to discuss our option. And then maybe talk about your extramarital activities, as well. ``

He paused for a moment and took his breath. `` Okay. Sure. '' She smiled then walked back towards the waffles which were ready, and began to take them out.

King Oliver sat down at the tabular array. He did indeed want to open up to her about everything. About the island, about his vigilante life. He knew she was the right individual to finally give up to about everything.

But not today. Too much going on as it is for him to fully process. He wanted to enjoy the afterglow of their first time exploring each other 's amatory love.

Thea returned towards the table with the plates of waffles, and set them down. Before they started eating, she walked over to him, held his manus in hers, and entwined their fingers.

'' Ollie ? ``

'' Yeah ? He stood up again to meet her. ``

She kissed him again. Deeply and passionately, as the two lover explored each other 's mouths.

Then, she detached, and smiled sweetly at him.

'' Thanks for proving that I 'm your favorite fille. ``

The End

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