source 's distinction : Incest one-shot involving type from the TV appearance `` pointer. '' All characters involved belong to their respective proprietor. All persona are over 18 years of age.

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

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

Oliver Queen woke up in the sunup in his own bed at 8 AM. He stared at the cap, 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 limbs surrounded him as a admonisher of that fact.

'' Mmm, Ollie, infant, you rocked my world last Nox. ``

He was suddenly filled with a bit of despite. Only people special to him could call him `` Ollie. '' Carrie Cutler was not one of those multitude. And he immediately regretted his determination last night.

He knew he had to continue up appearance. He knew that he had to be Oliver Queen, billionaire playboy without a care who would kip with any brace of curves that had two legs. That irresponsible person could n't possibly be the notorious vigilance man who 's been going around Starling City.

But that irresponsible Corinthian was n't his true up self. Not anymore. Not after the island changed him. Maybe the fiction he created was true of the selfish man who went on that gravy boat trip-up five years ago, but not the man he was now. Not now. And he had to continue to hazard to be that man to forefend any suspicion. Right now, having dalliances with women was the best self-justification he could hail up with as to why he did n't return home base several nighttime of the week. He had the `` working on the nightclub '' self-justification, but that was relatively thin and he could only play that card so many times. For the most part, his best apology for not coming home plate was that he was out on an junket with a beautiful socialite.

But it would n't be credible if, for some reason, every undivided dark ended up with him visiting the woman 's home plate and never brought back any to his own. He realized this. Last nighttime he was recuperating from a particularly difficult take-down a few night earlier, so he decided to chip in in to Carrie Cutler 's advances to assist support his fiction.

And while it was dead on target that he did indeed take intimate relations with Carrie last night, Oliver did n't find anything. He went through the motility. And afterwards, he felt disgusted.

Carrie was the first woman 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 understood him as he had previously desired. He surmised that he was projecting. Still, at the prison term, he could rationalize the connection, could justify how he felt at the time. He could not excuse any variety of connection with Carrie. A senseless dalliance to keep up appearances.

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

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

Carrie grabbed her apparel from the floor and put them on. Then, she walked out the door and closed it behind her. She stopped in the hallway. somebody was there. `` Oh, I 'm sorry, I did n't realize you were out there. ``

Oliver knew exactly who was out there. The voice was a bit muffled through the door, but he knew who it belonged to. His female parent was on a line trip-up for two calendar week, and Bruno Walter was still missing, so there was only one early person sharing the household with him for the clip being.

'' Have fun last nighttime ? '' the voice outside the door asked Carrie.

'' Oh, listen, I 'm so sorry…I did n't realize you were here…look, I do n't want to cause any awkwardness….if you want me to allow for, then I will… ''

'' No, it 's okeh. It 's fine, 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 King 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 certain, '' Joseph Oliver lied, with a smile.

'' Okay, great. Thanks again, '' Carrie smiled, as she closed the threshold. Oliver heard her walking down the stairs and leave. He sighed, and waited in bed for another five mo. He slowly crawled out of bed, put on his clothes, and then stepped outside his room.

He was hoping the person who spoke to Carrie would ingest gone back to her room or downstairs by now. But, no. Theia was still standing in the hallway, arms folded.

He looked down at the earth for a minute, then moved his eyes back upwards towards his little sister.

Thea stared at him for a moment, with a pass feel of disapproval. She shrugged her shoulder, then mimicked their Holocene epoch visitor 's words in a in high spirits pitched tone. `` Okay great, thanks again ! '' she said in a juvenile person mocking voice.

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

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

'' Speedy, it was cipher. I agree with you in that I do n't particularly care for her as a mortal. I 'm not interest in dating her. It was just a sottish misapprehension. I regret it now, '' he replied, trying to console her.

'' Do you ? '' she said, her mood starting to warm. `` Well…that 's good, then. I just thought you should have it off that I do n't particularly care for your pick of protagonist in this case. ``

King Oliver was sword lily that the climate had lightened somewhat. He chuckled to himself for a moment, then looked back at Theia. `` Speedy, from what I can recall, you have never approved of any of my alternative in 'friends .'''

Thea stared back at her big sidekick for a moment, then started to laugh. `` Well, I guess you have a point. Look…I 'm regretful, 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 oneself but think that way. ``

'' That 's okay, 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 arrive at you some myself in telephone exchange for sending away your would-be Captain Cook, but I have to get to the agency, like, right now. ``

Oliver could n't aid but laugh at this statement, given her attire. She had to do some internship work at CNRI because of her arrest, but she obviously was trying to make up a argument with her attire.

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

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

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

'' You love it. I 'll find some sound ace, '' she laughed, as she slowly started to walk down the stairwell. Oliver smiled, then walked back towards his sleeping accommodation and started to open up the door.

Before he could afford it, Thea turned back to him and addressed him.

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

'' Yeah ? ``

'' In the wake of all of that…business…I have a doubt 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 ? seed on, Speedy. Do n't tell apart me it 's that Saame interrogative sentence again. ``

His timbre 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 years old. That was when he started to go on `` appointment '' with young woman. Altogether free dates, mostly going to the motion picture with maternal supervision, hanging around the house and playing games, that sorting of matter, before the girl 's parents drove her house at the end of the day.

The first 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 naturalize middle school imitation of a `` date. '' While their respective parents were in the future room, Oliver and Michelle had played identity card, circuit card secret plan, and laughed together before her parents took her rest home for the Night. It was totally destitute and playful, but it was still Oliver 's outset `` day of the month '' with a girl.

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

After Michelle had gone place, Oliver had found his baby sister crying in her room. He had gone over to soothe her. She was upset, and she did n't understand the moral force. She did n't realise that boy and lady friend went on `` dates. '' She was just upset because she thought that this new intruder was coming in to take up her place as Ollie 's dear buddy.

The Brigham Young Joseph Oliver hugged her and consoled her, and tried to explain 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 worry, Speedy. She 's only here for a little bit. But you ? You 're my sister sister. I 'll always love you forever. '' After he said that, four-year-old Speedy asked him a question. One that had always stuck between them ever since then.

Even after he turned 18 yr old and the `` appointment '' became much less innocent, little Speedy continued to ask him that Saame motion after the girl in motion left wing, 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 lifespan had transpired between them, Joseph Oliver Queen looked at his little sister and hoped she would ask the same doubtfulness again. She was n't a little girl anymore. Theia was a full grown and beautiful 18-year-old woman. Still, he hoped that she would now ask the same interrogative she always had when she was a little young lady, to remind him of the period of sinlessness he had lost with his darling piddling sister.

The fully maturate Thea tabby looked up from the stairwells into her pal 's eyes. And finally, she asked the question of him.

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

After being away for so long and missing her outgrowth and development, Oliver had a surd metre reconciling the fact that this fully grown and beautiful adult woman who happened to be named Thea Queen was the Lapp mortal as his dearest infant Speedy. But hearing this question again brought a passion to his affection and helped him interpret that despite it all, this really was the Saami small girl he remembered.

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

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

The two adult sibling embraced for several moments.

This brief exchange of dialogue, as well as the fond bosom, were symbols of the collective innocence they had once shared together. An innocence and evolution that had been broken by their time away from each other, which they still felt within one another and were desperately clinging to.

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

'' effective to know, Ollie. I 'll see you in a few hours when I get home, big crony. ``

Thea made a `` waving cheerio '' motility with her hand, which Oliver reciprocated. He smiled, and then retreated back towards his way. He crawled on his bed and put his blanket 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 lots the same person he remembered from before. Tommy was definitely the same individual. Laurel, despite her newfound hostility and the complication in their relationship, was definitely the same person.

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

It was hard for him to reconcile the fully originate grownup cleaning lady he saw before him now with the small baby Speedy he had remembered from five years ago. They seemed like completely separate entities entirely.

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

But that little girlfriend, his trivial Speedy, was not the Same mortal he saw before him today after so many days away on the island. She had grown from a 13 class old into a fully grown 18 year woman. She was completely unlike. She had grown. She had changed. And Oliver had missed all of it.

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

But was it worth it ? Speedy made him query that fact Thomas More than anything. He had missed her first dance recitation. Her first gaming. Her outset day of high school. He missed all of the modification and ontogenesis. When he left, she was one thing. And when he came back, she was something else entirely.

He could n't reconcile the two existence in his brain. They seemed like secern entities. His babe Speedy would never go to nightclubs, get rummy, get into drugs, or anything like that.

And she definitely would never put on provocative clothing.

That last line to himself made Oliver shudder a bit. Because it forced him to face a very uncomfortable reality.

He could see traces of little Speedy in her, sure. But for the about part, this was a new someone he did n't recognize. A new, fully grown, beautiful unseasoned womanhood that he had n't seen before.

And to his personal repulsion, his response when he was looking at her was very much the same as any red-blooded heterosexual male 's chemical reaction would be to looking at a beautiful maturate adult female for the first of all time.

One of the number 1 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 Joseph Oliver 's repugnance, that was one of the first things he noticed.

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

Oliver sighed to himself. When he was rescued from the island and reintegrated into lodge, he knew he would have to deal with a lot of troubles and return coming back. Being attracted his own shape and descent was not one of the issues he had anticipated.

To try to make mother wit of his strong-arm attraction, he had searched on the net for some psychological analytic thinking to help justify it, to help oneself take a crap sure he was n't a looney pervert. He had looked up something called the `` Westermarck effect '' - the thought growing up together in a house turns multitude 's sexual attractive feature off towards each other. He also discovered something called `` genic sexual attraction - '' people related to each other who are suddenly introduced to each former later in life tended to have a very potent intimate draw. These theory helped him feel better to some extent - he had n't been there to see the adorable barren little female child he once knew farm into the beautiful and sexy Cy Young charwoman she was today, so his attraction to her made some level of psychological gumption. He was there to see her grow from birth until she was a 13 twelvemonth old, but missed out on her transforming from a 13 class old into a develop woman. So surely, he could apologise that part to some degree.

But it was n't just a physical attraction. That was n't the fully story. Oliver was no longer a horny playboy lusting after every beautiful woman he saw. He came into physical contact with beautiful woman that would be instantly willing to go to bed with him almost daily, and was mostly sensation at shutting them down, and while many of them had model-esque expression, none of them drove him wild with desire.

At yet, for some understanding, his own sister did. Thea was of trend a beautiful woman now, but the charwoman he was shutting down and rolling his eyes at were on an target level at least on the same storey if not even more physically attractive. So he knew there was something else to it. It was n't just Theia 's unfamiliar new physical mantrap that he was drawn to. It was also something else.

He was n't sure what it was. Maybe it was the old `` the forestall fruit tastes the sweetest '' adage, and some unearthly kinky side of it was turned on by the taboo nature of it all, and the fact that she was the only beautiful young woman in the reality he could never have while almost others would climb up through brick wall to be with him.

But he suspected it was more than that. It had something to do with the look of latria that she had in her middle when she was talking to him. It had something to do with the fact that he knew she was soul who would bang him forever unconditionally, and vice versa. It was n't just a physical attraction. It was an emotional attraction…and not just a familial one.

Still, he could n't assist but feeling a great stage of pity. The psychological effects he researched helped him apologize the physical panorama of the attractive feature to some academic degree, but he still absolutely hated himself for it. The metropolis had raised the question as to whether the hooded vigilante was a hero. Joseph Oliver was steadfast in telling Diggle and others that he was certainly not a champion. He knew that he could n't be, deep down. To others, most of the substance of that question revolved around the fact that the vigilance man had killed the great unwashed. But honestly, Oliver mentally dismissed that - the only people he 's ever killed were armed bad guys who were in routine trying to drink down him. He only killed when absolutely necessary. And he knew that everything he was doing was for the greater dear, and he had saved citizenry 's spirit. The reason he knew he was not a hoagie had cipher to do with his mission.

No, the ground he knew he could never be a zep was because no zep would ever have incestuous persuasion about his own little baby. He hated himself for it. He was scum. Scum with a job to do that would eventually help lay aside the urban center, but he was still scum underneath.

King Oliver sighed as he ruminated his plight. But he knew his persuasion pattern had to change. He could n't be thinking about Theia right now. He had to centre his attention towards the next someone on the list.

'' Enough about Thea, '' he silently reminded himself. `` decent mentation about Thea. The list. Think about the list. ``

He shook his pass, then opened up his laptop computer to do some more research. He had been doing some searching on the net as to who his next target would be : he wanted to see someone who was actively hurting people at this very bit, so he could block up them and get as much commodity as possible as soon as he could. He found had just the person.

His succeeding target from the list was a late millionaire, who presumably conducted some lupus erythematosus than legal natural process on the side during his metre in power. But that paled in comparison to his side hobby - namely, serial violent death. This man would find innocent people in his plain time ( usually char ) and kill them to satisfy his bloodlust. He used his connections and influence to realise sure the violent death were n't linked to him, so he was unobtainable by the police. In the time Oliver had been gone, the man had lost all of his money, which would normally imply he would be less dangerous. Instead, it was the antonym. After losing his money, this man turned to serial killing wide-cut metre, paying the bills by soliciting the services of the mob by becoming a lethal hatchet man. The man had killed three citizenry in the last two month alone, and needed to be stopped immediately, but was still far too subtle for the police to retrieve him. But not too elusive for the vigilante to retrieve, Joseph Oliver hoped.

Victor Zsasz has failed this city.

...

Stupid Carrie Cutler.

Theia played `` Minesweeper '' on her computer at the legal offices while she thought about how raging she was. How could Oliver be attracted to her ? She was a stupid socialite with no sum. He should aim higher. He deserved better than the the like of her !

Also, stupid CNRI.

Thea was thankful that Stan Laurel had arranged a capital deal to get her out of prison, to be sure enough. But still, she absolutely hated having to be here. She was n't given much to do or any responsibilities, but still, she hated the fact that she had to awake up early to get here and was bored out of her mind the entire meter, so she could n't avail but feel a great raft of resentment.

'' What a dullard figure, anyways, '' Thea thought to herself. `` C-N-R-I. It sounds like 'Canary .'So speechless. ``

While she was fuming, Laurel walked up to her.

'' Hey there, Speedy, '' Laurel said with a grin as she walked up to Thea 's desk. Thea looked up at her with a smile in bit, but was angry inside. Only particular people that she loved got to call her Speedy. Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel was most definitely not a exceptional person that she loved, although she seemed to think she was. `` look, I know I told you that you would n't really let to do much of anything when you were here, but we are absolutely swamped, and citizenry are getting suspicious of the fact that I 'm letting you get away with doing basically nothing the full day. Would you heed organizing these face Indian file so they 're in alphabetical order ? It should n't take more than 30 bit, peak, and then you can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want. ``

'' Oh, sure enough, Laurel, no problem at all. I 'll get right on it, '' Thea said as she smiled at her. Thea grabbed the single file and started to organize them on her desk.

Stupid Laurel.

Thea hated her, for reasons that were objectively completely illogical and derisory. bay wreath had shown nothing but love towards Thea. After Dad and Sarah died, and Ollie was presumed stagnant, bay wreath had tried to latch on to Thea as a sort of transposition little babe for Sarah. Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel had taken Theia shopping, tried to engage in `` daughter talk, '' stuff like that. Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel had gone out on a limb to leverage her father 's connector and make certain that Thea got a good muckle in court and would n't go to jail, and Laurel made for sure the heap 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 have sex Laurel.

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

Whenever her big brother would have a `` escort, '' be it an guiltless one or a less than innocent one after he turned 18, Theia always knew that Ollie was telling the Truth when he said afterwards that Thea was still his `` favorite girlfriend. '' Once Ollie turned 20 and started dating Laurel seriously, however, Thea was n't so sure enough that his word were completely fair. He spent so a lot time with Laurel, shared so much of his opinion with her…Thea could n't assist but experience jealous.

She was a kid back then, and did n't fully sympathize the import. But after she had grown and saw Oliver come back ? Even though Oliver and Arthur Stanley Jefferson 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 love Thea.

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

Theia stopped for a moment to suspire and chew over. `` He 's your big brother, '' she silently thought to herself, `` he 's going to appointment other young woman. He 's going to settle in love with them. He can never escort you. It 's wrongly and forbidden. ``

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

Every guy that she tried to appointment was so slow and treated her ilk 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 other affair. But mostly both. She definitely had her indigence and had made mistakes on social occasion, but there was no excited connection. Whenever she tried to forgather cat, she was mostly disgusted. They were so full of themselves. Do n't have a care in the world about her as a person. She had never loved any one of them romantically, not even close.

But for some reason, smart set said that she was forced to try to find some baseball diamond in the rough among this group of douchebags, one that she could fall in love with and pass the rest of her life with and yadda yadda yadda.

Meanwhile, there was an impossibly gorgeous, baffle man in her life history who cared for her deeply and who would always love her forever no matter what. A man who would always sleep with her, tending about her, and protect her, and even risk his life for her.

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

Life 's not fair.

She slowly held back tears as she organized the single file alphabetically, per laurel 's request. She supposed that this was stupid. It was totally untimely for a fille to have a infatuation on her big brother. It was `` incest. '' It was wrong, and tabu. Because, you know, those stupid ribosomes and chribosomes are sooooooo significant. So much more important than, you know, pudding head affair like `` roll in the hay '' or `` emotions '' or anything that the inwardness feels. Who cares about those ? Got ta respect the ribosomes.

She tried to charge up and get to her signified. She stopped and shook her point. This line of cerebration was so petty and so pudding head. Being jealous of losing Ollie to someone like Carrie Cutler, or even laurel, was such a secondary affair to think about after everything they 'd been through. At least, in those grammatical case, he would still be in her life and love her, even if it was platonically. And that 's all she should realistically have a bun in the oven and hope for, really. She should be much more occupy 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 heart was so broken that she could never be the same. But that bit when she finally saw him again, after thinking he was dead for five years… she would n't swop that for the Earth. She came down the steps, and her big blood brother had comforted her, hugged her, told her everything was right in the world.

But even now, even after she had gotten her brother back, she knew she knew there was still a danger of losing him entirely again. Because of a stray bullet in him, or a fall from a high building, something else.

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

When Ollie first came back, he had given her an inscribed arrowhead as his symbol of 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 so soon after Ollie had gotten back, she was immediately suspicious. And then, of course, when Ollie got arrested on suspicion of being the Hood…well, Theia was distraught, but not entirely surprised.

And then when Thea confronted him about it when he was under theatre apprehension, saying that he had given her an arrowhead, Ollie had played it off by saying that he bought it at a `` Formosan airport gift shop. ``

Nuh-uh. No way. Thea knew for sure rightfield there and then. When he had first given her the arrowhead, he had looked into her heart and expressed such love. Of course, it was a platonic sib making love and not the romantic erotic love that Thea was hoping for, but it was sodding love nonetheless. She knew for a fact that the arrowhead meant something to him, deeply, and he was full of such maintenance at the fact that he had shared it with her. He probably could hold made any bit of other alibi to try to justify the connectedness, but he chose a holler and vapourous one. If he had bought that at a Chinese drome gift shop, he would n't sustain delivered it to her with such love and meaning. There was absolutely no way. Ollie loved her too much. When he lied about that bullcrap about buying it from the drome gift shop, all of her fears were confirmed.

Still, after that point, there was still some degree of doubt in her head. She thought it was almost certainly true, but she did n't need to fully present it. When Oliver was cleared of all charges because the vigilante had struck while he was under theatre stay, Thea breathed a suspiration of relief publically, but deep down she knew the investigation was flawed. She saw the way Ollie and Diggle interacted - Diggle must be in on it as well, and must have caused the diversion to clear Ollie 's figure. She was surprise, but quite happy, that the police seemingly bought into it hook, line and sinker for some reason and cleared Ollie 's name without even considering the fact that he might have an confederate or a copycat.

Still, she clung onto that fact as some form of cogent evidence ( even in denial ) that Ollie could n't be the vigilante. But then, she had been arrested on her driving under the influence of the drug vertigo. And within a day or so of her being brought to trial, the vigilante had gone after the kingpin of the Vertigo drug ringing, and brought him down.

No, there was no denying it. Not at that point. `` The count '' had been active for calendar month, but the vigilante only went after him after Theia 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 Theia and protected her. The Hood was her big brother.

Ollie was secretly a vigilante hero who spent a full deal of his sentence risking his life for the greater good of the urban center. And his bring down of `` The count '' was him risking his life to aid deliver and avenge her.

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

On the early mitt, her beloved Ollie was a mysterious bad boy who went out all the time to gamble his sprightliness to help protect the greater unspoiled, to help bring felon down, to tucker out up bad guy rope and be a champion to this metropolis. And he had risked his life to bring down the man who was indirectly responsible for for hurting her, because he loved her so much.

And that…well, she knew the dangers involved. She considered the dread opening of losing her beloved Ollie again due to his extracurricular natural action. But she could n't serve it. The thought of Ollie being a secret, benighted, mysterious, powerful protector of her and the city…well, that was pretty much the most erotic thing she had ever thought about in her life. She wished he would stop, so he could live a normal sprightliness, live at home, and be her big brother without effect. But the fact that he was so grand, so strong, so noble…

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

Tommy Merlyn 's voice was like a sudden bucket of dusty water on her opinion 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 grin. He stopped for a minute and looked at what she was doing. `` Hey, wait a minute, Speedy, what are you doing with those file cabinet in your handwriting ? Do n't recount me you 're actually….perish the thought…doing some variety of workplace, are you ? ``

Theia chuckled. `` Mostly dozing off, but I am a dependable girl doing what I 'm state to do when necessary. ``

'' Of course you are, '' Tommy grinned. `` Hey, listen, could you do me a favour ? When you see Oliver tonight when you get home, could you assure him I 've been talking to potential DJs for the nightclub and I 've narrowed the tilt down to ten, and I 'd know his input to narrow them down further. I 'd tell him myself but he 's been too meddlesome to respond to my calls lately, I can barely get a clench of him. ``

'' Definitely, '' Thea smiled, `` and to answer your next question that I know you 're about to ask me, laurel is in the break way grabbing some coffee tree. ``

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

Theia chuckled as he left. Unlike Laurel, Tommy was definitely a person who had earned the right to hollo her `` Speedy. '' He really cared about her. Still, she could n't help but feel slightly awkward around him. She hated herself for the fact that she had so blatantly hit on him that nighttime at the fundraiser. It was a moment of failing and despair that she immediately regretted the adjacent day, and she did n't even really mean the things she said.

If she actually had some sort of real romantic feelings towards Tommy Merlyn, that would be one matter, and she might actually commend herself for her face in expressing her romantic desire. But honestly, she was n't actually attracted to Tommy as a mortal at all. She hit on him because he was the nearest thing to Oliver that she could find that was satisfactory within social parameters. It was true that Tommy was a selfish playboy, but as Ollie 's best friend, he was definitely the somebody who resembled King Oliver ( or at least, the man Oliver used to be ) the most in this reality who did n't happen to share the same `` ribosomes '' or whatever science taboo turd with her, so she tried her best to try to amuse her romantic tending towards him…well, at to the lowest degree for one drunken night.

She variety 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 sound guy, but he could never be as aphrodisiacal, loving and astonish as her darling Ollie. And truth be told, her drunken attempts to gain his amatory attention have very little to do with Tommy as a somebody and much Thomas More to do with the fact that she wanted a pattern run on the lines she had ( perhaps pointlessly ) hoped to use on her one real love when the time came.

But, of course, her line of reasoning and coquetry 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 role of her trivial non-biological pseudo-brother rejected her advances ( despite the fact that there were no biological import ) then surely the real number matter 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 point. `` This is stupid. Do n't think about such dense things. Ollie could be in danger almost every night. Focus on that instead. ``

After her faulting had ended at five, she went home plate to an empty house. She sat on the couch 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 `` media advisor '' - someone to showcase democratic movies and TV show to within the last five years to help him bewitch up and understand pop civilisation references. Obviously, being `` the vigilance man '' had gotten in the way and he had cancelled several times. But hopefully, he was able to deal whatever his scumbag quarry of the calendar week was quickly and efficiently, and spend some time away from his responsibility in order to spend some prison term with his little sister.

She figured she should check the local Starling City tidings web site first to prepare sure, so she pulled out her laptop computer and started searching. She let out a arduous and alleviated sigh as she read the top headline of the paper 's website.

'' Starling City Vigilante Apprehends Serial Killer ''

So, he should take done it. He caught a bad guy, and thus he should be done for the night and set up to add up home, hopefully. This sequential killer whale guy was a big deal…surely he would take some time off after that ? prison term off that he can spend with her ?

Thea grabbed her phone, and sent a text message to her big brother, asking him if he was available to see some TV show or movie with her tonight.

The side by side ninety seconds after she sent the text felt like an eternity. But luckily, after a minute or two, she received a response fairly quickly in the plausive, and that he would be home around 9.

Thea breathed a sigh of relief. He was okay, and he was willing to spend time with her.

Now, there was only the matter of determining what pop pic or TV show she should share 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 totally 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 live at all - she wanted to clean something sensual to watch with him tonight, to push the boundaries at least a little bit, even if all it would fulfil would be to seduce him feel awkward and uncomfortable for awhile. Of line, she could n't pick a porno movie or anything. But still, she wanted to clean something that was at least somewhat sensual. If she could n't be with him, the right she could do was making him wrestle a bit.

As she mulled over the options, she could n't quite find anything at first. She switched over to the options their cable box provided them with their `` On Demand '' features, and looked over the possible pic and TV shows that channels like HBO and Showtime had to offer.

As she was browsing the list of available HBO series, she suddenly found the rank perfect thing to watch with him. One of the most popular TV show of the last few geezerhood, meaning she could easily justify showing it to him as his `` pop culture consultant. '' It had explicit sex panorama and nudity, but even upright than that, also specifically dealt with a national relevant to their situation. Thea could n't help oneself but form a loathsome grin on her face in anticipation.

...

Oliver opened the doorway to his home around 9:15pm.

It was a huge risk targeting victor Zsasz during the centre of the day instead of at night. In his vigilance man part, Joseph Oliver obviously preferred the cover of darkness. He preferred to shape in the shadower, to help conceal himself and his agenda.

But Zsasz was also an expert at using the darkness as a shield, so Oliver had to point him at his most vulnerable. Besides, had he waited, the killer would have likely found another guiltless victim that night before King Oliver caught up with him, and King Oliver wanted to save as many life history as potential. A skilled fighter, Zsasz had n't gone down without a engagement, but Oliver 's arsenal and expertise were too much for him, and he eventually left him incapacitated as police sirens surrounded the complex.

Oliver was gladiola that putting Zsasz away would pull through some spirit for the fourth dimension being, but by no agency was he using the fact that Zsasz was arrested as a rationality to span him off `` the list. '' Zsasz had escaped from prison house before, and sometimes was put in genial institutions instead, and Joseph Oliver had suspected that he might be able to again. But if he did, the vigilante would be waiting for him, and might use more lethal method acting the next prison term. In fact, King Oliver somewhat regretted the fact that he had n't used lethal method on the in series cause of death earlier today given his history, but his ethics told him he had to at least give him one Thomas More fortune to be properly processed by the justice organization before resorting to a fatality. He hoped this determination would n't cause him regret.

In any case, King Oliver walked into the residence and moved towards the living room. He could n't help but smile as he saw his little sister watching the television, with a bottle of wine in script. Despite the inappropriate physical desires he regretfully suffered from, it was such a substitute to see person who unconditionally loved him after such a harrowing ordeal with that unfeeling psychopath. It was time for him to change train : to terminate thinking about the hate and horror of fiend like Zsasz and focus on the love and caring of person like Thea.

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

She obviously had imbibed a few drinks by this full point, but Joseph Oliver did n't mind. True, she was n't 21 yet, but Oliver 's main concern with her drinking was in regards to the fact that he did n't want her to be at a fantastic political party where some sleazy jolt could aim advantage of her. But he was more than happy to get drunkard with her at home in a controlled environment.

'' Hey-o, Speedy. Sorry I 'm 15 minutes later than I said I would be household, heaps of stuff and nonsense I had to contend with. ``

'' No headache, 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 remind you to give him a phone call back regarding his selection of DJs for your social club. ``

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

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

walking in, he had paid no attention to what she was actually watching on TV. As he sat down, he suddenly noticed. She was watching some sort of public debate on the local anesthetic news. And the subject the anchors were talking about was the Starling City vigilante. Himself.

'' Jessica, you are absolutely insane, '' the manly correspondent heatedly said on the TV. `` The vigilante is a criminal, no better than any of the crooks he 's supposedly taken down. He 's killed hoi polloi before, and interferes with police force work. ``

'' Oh, 'police study ,'you say ? '' the female newscaster said with a rage in her voice. `` And tell me, where was this so-called 'police oeuvre'when superior Zsasz was murdering innocent mass for the hold out two yr ? The police could n't touch him. The vigilante was able to stop him, saving countless lives. You would dare to objurgate the potential dupe of this psychopath to death just because of a strict by-the-book obligation to the sound arrangement in condition of who exactly is allowed to contribute an end to his sovereignty of terror ? Even forgetting the vigilance man 's old deeds, apprehending Zsasz alone has saved the life sentence of wads of innocent people. How could you dare argue against the fact that the vigilante is a military unit for unspoilt ? What if Zsasz had gone after your family next, Eric ? I 'd bet you 'd be pretty happy about the vigilante 's interference in that case. ``

'' You are out of telephone line, bringing my crime syndicate into this discussion, '' the male pressman said with wrath. `` You do n't know what you 're talking about. The vigilante… ''

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

'' God, I have heard More than enough literary argument regarding that junkie show, '' he said with mock aversion. oceanic abyss down, he was filled with mountain of self-doubt, and seeing the female pressman display the reasons that he is making a remainder in the urban center and saving lifespan warmed his spirit. Still, he could n't share that with Thea, for obvious understanding, and had to pretend to be against the vigilance man to help remove all suspicion.

'' Who do you mean by freak show ? You mean the vigilante ? '' Thea inquired. She walked over to their kitchen to grab a glass for Oliver that she could decant the wine into as she continued to converse with him. `` I do n't know about freak show, I think he 's been doing some good for people. ``

'' Thea, the vigilante is breaking the law. He 's a liquidator. There 's no justification for his actions. ``

'' Oh, I do n't get laid about that, '' Thea said in response as she walked back with a glass and poured Oliver some wine and handed it to him. `` I mean, you heard them talk about it. He stopped this serial publication killer guy who was killing innocent women. If this Zazzafraz guy… ''

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

'' Right, Zizzazz. You have such a good memory ! '' she replied, still getting the pronunciation slightly wrong but he would n't dare correct her further. `` Anyway, if this Zizzazz guy went on to wipe out somebody else tonight had the exhaust hood guy not stopped him… you would still give a job with it ? I mean, the police could n't affect him. ``

Joseph 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 business interfering, '' King Oliver replied sternly.

'' Oh, really ? '' Theia said as she sat up straight and looked him in the eye. `` Ollie, that killer liked to predate on innocent woman, and shoot down them. What if his next target…was me ? Would n't you be glad for the vigilante stopping him in that case ? ``

Oliver sat up straight as well, with a Isaac Stern flavor in his eyes. `` Theia, do n't you presume joke about that. ``

'' I 'm not joking. What if I was his succeeding fair game ? 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 ? ``

Thea could sense the hurt and unhappiness in him, so she moved towards the other end of the sofa and gave him a hug.

'' I 'm sorry, Ollie. I just wanted to present a possible line of reasoning. ``

'' Well, '' he said as he stroked her hair, `` I do n't want you to piss me think about such matter again. ``

'' Agreed, '' she said as she detached herself from him and sat back down. Instead of going to the opposite English of the couch, she stayed seated in the middle cushion on purpose in monastic order to be closer to him. `` Still, Ollie…I have a piddling bit of a confession for you regarding this matter. ``

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

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

Oliver shuddered for a moment.

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

Joseph Oliver regained his equanimity from this comment and replied. `` Thea, you ca n't be thinking such things. He 's grave. 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 faulty, I would never be dumb enough to actually get involved with him or anything, I just think the melodic theme of a hunky guy fighting offence and risking his life for the good of the urban center is super hot. You can let me feature my illusion, right ? ``

fantasy. Her using that Holy Scripture made him shudder again. His little Sister was having `` fantasy '' that, unbeknownst to her, were about him.

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

'' What do you mean, twice ? He saved her life both time ! ``

'' The second prison term, she was only in peril in the first post because of her involvement with him. ``

'' But he came and saved her that second clock time, still ! He could experience just left her to die. He has a middle, he cares about people…and besides, I know he would never anguish me. ``

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

'' Oh, please, Ollie. He 's only killed bad hombre that were shooting at him and trying to shoot down him ! He would never come after someone 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 dizziness and put on trial…well, almost immediately after that, he went after the capitulum guy dealing the drug and stopped him. I do n't cerebrate it 's a coincidence. I think the vigilante is looking out for me. ``

It was hard for Oliver to maintain his faux-anger when everything that she said was completely compensate. He supposed that going after the Count immediately after Thea was put on run was a risky decision, but given the fact that she was here and not in prison house it was a decisiveness he would n't change for the world. 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 add an end to the discussion.

'' well, Speedy, I think that 's a dangerous way to reckon, but it seems to me that you 're rational enough to know not to take him if you actually come in contact with him, '' he said with a grinning. He moved his hand over to take hold of her upper leg and shake it slightly. `` Now, let 's bury it and get down to brass tax. I believe my pop culture adviser has something else to help me overtake up on today 's democratic media. ``

'' Sounds like a plan. We can tabularize this word. I do have plenty to demonstrate you, '' she smiled.

Having accomplished her initial goals, Theia smiled back at him and agreed to shelve the vigilante discussion for the sentence being. She booted up the On-Demand dowry of their cable television service box, and moved the menus towards her specify destination.

'' Okay then, Ollie. Today, I 'm going to demonstrate you the get-go few episodes of a TV show. One of the most popular TV shows of the live few class. It 's a fantasy show, so it 's kind of hard to sympathize at first because it 's so complex, but I 'll excuse the details and such to you to aid you understand everything that 's going on and nicknack. '' Theia continued to fiddle with the bill of fare as she attempted to reach her destination.

'' Sounds good. What 's the display called ? ``

'' It 's called 'Game of pot ,''' she replied, hiding her smile so that Oliver could n't see it. Finally, she found what she wanted and brought up the first instalment of the first gear time of year. She pressed play.

She leaned back down in her buttocks and draped her right arm over her chum 's shoulder as the first installment began to bet. He put his arm around her in turn.

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

With their arms around each other, the two sibling watched most of the episode. Occasionally, he would ask her to pause to explain the versatile `` imposing houses, '' characters and relationship and whatnot to him - after all, it was a very intensifier and complex fantasy world, and very confusing to a starting time clock time viewer. She was glad to explicate all the nuances.

Eventually, the outset view she was looking forward to came on screen. A scene where the character Viserys groped his sister Daenerys 's naked body. Thea could sense a kind of soreness in Oliver. While he still had his arm around Thea, this scene caused him to slowly inch himself towards the face-to-face end of the couch, away from her.

goodness. This was just the kickoff, she knew. The trump part is yet to come.

Throughout the rest of the installment, she had explained the various planetary house of Westeros to him and their kinship and politics. He seemed to translate, to at least some degree. He still had some of the characters and plotlines confused, but was relatively close to an understanding.

As the world-class episode drew to a closing, she waited in anticipation for the consequence she could n't wait to see his reaction to.

Bran Stark crawled up the rampart of Winterfell. And then, he witnessed queen Cersei having sex with her lover. Her lover pushed Bran out the window, and then the episode ended.

Thea could secern that Oliver enjoyed the sequence a outstanding deal, but was still slightly confounded. He had a hard time keeping the worldly concern of Westeros and all the unlike characters straight, as did most first-time viewers.

She could tell he did n't quite understand what happened at the end of the episode. He did n't exactly commemorate who the Queen 's lover was, or what the setting had meant. So of course, he asked her.

'' That was pretty concern. I could n't quite go along rails of all the lineament and whatnot, but I see the potential, definitely. I have a few matter to ask you to help clarify it, though. ``

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

'' Well, '' he asked, '' I have a backbreaking time keeping racetrack of the characters. So when the boy saw those two people having sex at the end…the woman he saw was the nance, right ? The fat guy 's wife ? ``

'' Yeah, that 's in good order, '' she said, in anticipation of the next question.

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

'' Oh, that guy ? That 's Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. He killed the old king. Also, '' she stopped for a moment to reflect. She blushed as she said the side by side prison term. `` …he 's the Queen 's blood brother. Bran caught the world-beater having sex with her sidekick, which is why Jaime pushed him out the window. ``

King Oliver sat there in get quiet for a mo. He vaguely remembered the character being introduced earlier in the episode as the female monarch 's sidekick, but thought he must suffer missed something, or was in demurrer to some stage. But no, he had n't missed anything.

given the alternative of any moving-picture show or TV appearance in the world, his baby elect to exhibit him a show that depicted incest between a brother and sister.

He tried to apologize it. The show had good production value, and was obviously a big hit. It was set in gothic times, and affair were different back then.

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

'' So, did you like it ? '' she smiled. `` Ready to watch out the future installment ? ``

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

The two siblings watched the sec episode of the appearance, 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 conclude her eyes. She lowered her head onto her big brother 's shoulder, and her center closed as she began to sleep.

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

He slowly slipped out from underneath her warm body to remain firm 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 innocent act. She loved him, in a purely platonic way. In a way that would conclusion 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 brightness, and used his arms to pick up Theia by the legs and torso as she slept on the couch. Her being so belittled, carrying her was no effort at all. As he picked her up and held her in his munition, she began to nestle towards him, cooing and burying herself in his body.

King Oliver walked up the stair with Theia 's sleeping body in his arms. He opened the door to her way, and gently placed her on her bed.

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

He slowly walked out of her room, stealing one end glance at her, and then moved away. As he entered his bedroom, he took off his clothes until he was only in his boxers and zip else. He crawled under his masking, hoping for a restful dark 's sleep.

Joseph Oliver began to exclude his center 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-heeled bed. As they did so often after he closed his oculus, the bed he was sleeping on slowly transformed into the farewell, grass and soil he had grown more accustom to in his mind.

...

In his principal, King Oliver was transported to four class prior. He had been on the island for a year, and he and Slade Harriet Wilson were preparing for the following planing machine that would potentially be their rescue.

It was dusk, and King Oliver was standing over a fire, holding a pictorial matter. Holding the only 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 instruct him something much more emotional. Something much more personal.

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

Slade was attempting to assure him to incinerate the one affair he had left that reminded him of home. His ikon of Stan Laurel. The one affair he had clung on to. He continued to hesitate.

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

Oliver looked at the former Australian Secret intelligence agency Service member with some strictness. `` This is the only thing I have left to cue me of abode. To remind me of who I really am. ``

'' If you want to exist you need to expect forward, not wax nostalgic about the past. You need to cerebrate about the future. ``

This was the intemperately thing Slade had ever asked him to do. But he knew Slade was his lone hope of survival, and he had to do what he said.

With a suspiration, he dropped the impression of Stan Laurel in the fire. He hoped he would n't forget what she looked like. Oliver stared at the picture as the fire burnt it.

Later on that night, the two Ishmael shared rations of cold bean plant. Joseph Oliver could hardly brook to look at Slade right wing now.

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

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

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

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

'' My ONE reminder of home. My ONE affair to view as on to. You seriously could n't afford me that ? Just one little picture ? '' Oliver yelled in anger.

Slade chuckled in reception. `` 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 scoop. `` I 've got something for you, Oliver. Something I was waiting to reach you until you burned that bloody exposure. ``

'' What is it ? ``

'' Give me a mo to explicate, first, '' Slade said as he sat back down next to Oiver. `` You see, Joseph Oliver, I 'm not without persuasion. I know that in monastic order to receive the motivating and the drive to survive in situations like these, you need to think about your sleep with I. To think about reconnecting with them. ``

King Oliver narrowed his eyes in anger. `` Really ? Then why did you tell me to burn the picture of my girlfriend ? ``

'' Will you let me finish ? As I said, you need to imagine about the future. Not the past times. And your little girlfriend ? Well, brother, she sure as hell is a relic of the past tense. When you look at her picture, you 're not thinking about the joy you 'll receive when you reconnect with her. You 're thinking about the past tense, about mistakes you made, about how you want to turn back sentence. Because the harsh reality is, when you get back to America, Laura- ''

'' laurel. ``

'' Right, Laurel, whatever. dullard gens, anyways. Anyway, from what you 've told me, I do n't guess your Laurel is going to be particularly glad to see you again. You cheated on her with her sister, and that led to her Sister getting killed. When you see her again, she 's going to be rightly pissed and tell 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 dependable love and Leslie Townes Hope that you 're going to see in her optic when she sees that you survived. You 're waxing nostalgic about the yesteryear, about the mistakes you made, how you want to go back in meter 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, King Oliver, '' he continued. `` Her figure was Adeline. She was in the military as well. Oversaw my training, even. We fell head over heels in dearest, got married, had three nestling. I thought it was unconditional love that would last forever. Eight days later, for reasons I 'll save you from, she 's holding a gun to my head. I 'm not saying all romanticistic relationships are destined to conk out, Oliver, but nigh are fleeting. They 're dicey, and unsure. Inferno, the divorce rate in your body politic is fifty percent. And from my experience, the human relationship you 're in when you 're 21 class old sure as shooting as bloody Scheol is not going to in conclusion. There are exceptions, of course. But when one party cheats on the early with their 'beloved 's'proportional because of some fear of committedness, and it leads to the death of said relative…well, I 'm fairly certain THAT has a zero pct success rate. ``

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 world in his head where he was constantly rewinding metre, where he never went on that gravy holder trip, where he never invited Sarah. He was thinking about the past. He never looked at the moving-picture show and envisioned a well-chosen future and reconnecting with her. It was all abode in the yesteryear, wallowing in regret.

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

It was a rock-and-roll, shaped like an arrowhead. There were Chinese part marked all over it.

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

'' The symbols on this matter, '' Slade said as he looked down at it sadly, `` are Buddhist type symbolizing reconnecting. Of being away, and then reuniting with somebody with whom you share a deep, unbreakable, unconditioned making love. When Yao Fei was out on missions for the Chinese administration, he would prepare one himself, and then turn back home in order to give it to his daughter.

'' Eventually, he showed me how to make them as well. I 'm not fluent in Mandarin Chinese, but I 've memorized these symbolic representation and what they mean. At first of all I thought I would give them to Adeline. Well, that fell straight to hell. But there ARE people in my liveliness who I share a true, unconditional dear with. And whenever I was out doing dangerous work I did n't know if I would come back from, I would create these tokens, and would sustain onto them, persevering throughout all sorting of circumstances because I knew I was motivated by reconnecting with the people I loved, and giving a token to them. ``

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

'' Ulysses Simpson Grant. Joseph. Rose, '' Slade paused, almost getting choked up. `` The citizenry that will always bonk me, no matter what a fuck-up I am. ``

Joseph Oliver looked down solemnly. Slade did n't have to explicate who those names belonged to, in intercourse to him. 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 deal this, and use it to cerebrate about person who loves you unconditionally. And you better make up bloody sure that it 's NOT your stupid girlfriend that you cheated on. No, you 're going to use this to help you cerebrate about someone who will always bang you no matter what, and vice versa. And I want you to hold on to it, and think about that person 's unconditional love, and think about the future. guess about the import when you return from this island, where you will see that individual again, and be able to represent it. Use it as strength. Use it to guess about the time to come. ``

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

Joseph Oliver took the token and stared at it. He had been so pillock. He was focusing on Laurel - someone who likely would want nothing to do with him if he got back. He was wallowing on the by, on rue, 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 eternal rest of his biography. The person who adored him, who loved him, who needed him in her spirit. 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 thinker. I know exactly who I 'm going to give this to, if I… ''

'' WHEN you. ``

Oliver smiled at his optimism. `` right field. I know exactly who I 'm going to open this to….WHEN I return to Starling City. ``

Slade smiled and then stood up and he walked towards his make-do bed. `` Well then. Good to sleep together. Now then, that 's the end of that lesson. Do n't go and expect any more sloppiness from me from this point forward. Tomorrow we pick up swords for scrap, and I 'm not going to submit it easy on you. ``

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

leash calendar month later, they missed the plane. Oliver stayed on the island for four yr after that night.

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

And throughout those four years, he thought of Thea.

...

A few minute later after falling asleep, Oliver awoke. The weed 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 eternal sleep and the inebriant, he slowly re-oriented himself. He was n't on the island anymore. He was back home base. He was on a soft bed, in his bedroom in the Queen family mansion.

And there was a quick organic structure following to him. His arm was around her. His oral sex was nuzzled between her neck and shoulder.

He took a instant to run his hand up and down her body. She was wearing only a flyspeck nightgown, and her scanty. She was curled up and pressed against him, as he lay in only his boxers.

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

Carrie Cutler, some other random woman he had found ? He thought back to the premature Night. No, he had n't gone out to a club or anything. The repose of the night, he had stayed house, he had spent time with…

Oh God.

Speedy.

He readjusted himself, leaned over, and looked her in the nerve to make sure.

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

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

'' Hey there, big brother. ``

'' Thea, '' 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 nightmare. I remembered that, years ago, when I would cower into your bed, you would always ease me, and sleep next to me…and whenever you did, I felt safe knew everything was okay. '' She looked down for a moment before reconnecting with oculus. `` Listen, I know it 's dumb…I hope you do n't believe of me as a dumb niggling girl. ``

Oliver was of two minds about this proposal. On one script, he loved his little babe, and wanted to reconnect with her as very much as potential, and he remembered all the times baby Speedy would get frighten off and he would innocently console her by allowing her to slumber in his bed in order to reassure her. On the early hand, he had to struggle with the fact that she was an adult now and that he was now physically attracted to her now-beautiful anatomy, so allowing her to slumber in his bed could potentially comprise less-than-innocent connotations at this point in their lives.

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

Thea did n't say anything for a few mo, instead looking up at her big brother 's eyes with an innocence, Leslie Townes Hope, and lugubriousness that warmed his heart.

'' Wyrd ? '' she said with a sniffle. `` You think it 's 'weird'to console your slight sister who has been through so very much ? Who thought she lost you ? Ollie…you do n't empathise. I 've been…alone…for so long. So lonely. For five twelvemonth, I felt that there was no one in the world who truly loved me, or cared for me… ''

'' seminal fluid on, Speedy, '' he replied quickly. `` What about Mom ? What about Bruno Walter ? ``

'' No, Ollie. It 's not like that. number one of all, Walter is a decent guy, I like him and everything, but he 's not really syndicate, we were on dear terms but he could never really hump me like a real father. Besides, he 's gone now, who knows if he 'll do back. And Mom ? Well, I mean, I know that deep down Mom loves me, but she 's so cold-blooded most of the time…so distant…and sometimes I feel like she does n't care about me much at all. ``

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

'' No, Ollie. You were right, former, when you told her to be harsher on me. I kind of was mad at you for it, but you were proper. Mom let me do whatever I want, never disciplined me, because she did n't really handle. 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 bang when I 'm making bad decision. ``

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

'' Ollie…for five year, 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 error, and was watching out for me, and would lie with me forever. And now, I have someone like that back in my life. Back from the dead. And even though you 've been back for a few months, I still ca n't really process it. I ca n't believe you 're real. I 've had so many watchful night, so many horrible nightmares…but when I was younger, when I was in your loving arms after having nightmare, I dozed off so soon. And now you 're back. And I still ca n't truly believe that you 're veridical, and that you 're here. And I know the island has changed you, that you 're a different person now, just like I 've become a different person in the last five old age ,. But I know that underneath it all, you 're still the Sami Ollie that I remember. ``

Reciprocating the embrace, King Oliver began to tear up as he stroked her hair lovingly while she continued. `` You 've changed on the island, to be sure as shooting. But cryptic down ? You 're still the same somebody. The Lapplander loving big pal who used to record me bedtime floor and would tell me how much he loved me whenever I asked, and would find fault me up in his arms and spin me around. The same Ollie who would rick down invitations to go to parties or whatever because he needed to stay home whenever I was feeling sad, lonely, or was wan. You 're the only person who I knew would always do it me. And for so long, I thought I lost you forever. But now, you 're back. And I still ca n't consider that you 're real…that you 're really back here, with me. Please….let me sleep in your bed tonight, Ollie. I know we 're too old for it and that hoi polloi will think it 's unearthly or whatever, but I need to know that you 're here. I need to know that you 're back in my life, for real. ``

Oliver knew the potency consequence. But he could n't deny her. Not now.

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

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

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

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

But it was quite difficult for him. There was a beautiful grown woman, one that he did n't quite recognize, who was curled up beside him and in his munition at the moment. And she was wearing next to nothing, while her body nestled besides him.

full stop. Stop thinking that way. This is your sister. She 's here with you for comfort. nix else. He tried to force himself to go to sleep.

With her big brother 's arms around her, Theia could n't help but smile. So far, everything had been going perfectly. In Ollie 's weaponry, she felt so warm, so loved, so protected.

But she wanted more.

She loved him so much, she could n't avail it. She considered her selection. Ollie seemed to be sleeping now. Oh, how she wished that she could hand her deal back, to touch him intimately…but she did n't bed how he would react. She did n't want to ruin this pure love.

Most of her speech to him had been completely on-key, but she had lied to him about the `` having nightmare '' piece. 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 hand a shit about what `` company '' thought. And she sure as snake pit did n't care what scientists thought, with their ribosomes and shit about why it was wrong. All she knew was that there was a beautiful man holding her in his arms that would always love her, and she wanted him. Physically.

If she knew that Oliver was just leading a normal life and would be there for the residual of hers, that would be one thing. But he was n't. She already knew what it was like to lose him once, and now he was putting his life on the line at to the lowest degree twice a week. She might fall behind him again. misplace this opportunity. She had to put herself out there, progress to her true feelings known. She had to bed what it was like to disturb him…to smell him. At least once. She had spent so much time thinking about it, she had to do something to far it.

She sighed and hesitated for a moment. She loved the spirit of big pal 's quick eubstance against her as he spooned her. She knew she could catch some Z's peacefully with him around her. Still, she did n't have it off how many early Nox he would let such an arrangement continue, he made it perfectly open that he thought it was variety of Weird. She had to take now, if this was ever going to happen.

Slowly and hesitantly, she reached her the right way arm behind her body. She started by placing her arm on his abs. God, they were so chiseled, so consummate. But what she really wanted to hold was just a bit lower than that.

She slowly moved her arms lower down his trunk. Her hand found the sharpness of his Boxer short pants. She continued to move her hand downwards, on the exterior of them, and slowly began to wrap her hand around the outline of his fellow member through the cloth.

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

She started to locomote her hired hand 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 sleep, Oliver let out a proud of moaning sound, which she smiled at.

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

She could n't believe it. It was happening. Maybe he would wake up in a consequence and be horrified, but for this especial consequence in clock time, she was able to feel Ollie intimately and purely.

Her lithe fingerbreadth slowly started to run up and down his shaft, as he continued to quietly moan in his slumber as his member continued to indurate under her touch.

Encouraged, she began to go faster. She flipped her body around to grant her wanton entree, and moved her left wing hand down his boxers as well so she could feel him with both hands.

It felt so perfect. So natural.

And then, he woke up.

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

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

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

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

'' What is it, Ollie ? ``

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

'' Speedy, I understand your emotional pauperization. OK ? But still, I think it 's not entirely appropriate for us to share the Sami bed. I think you should go to your own bedroom. ``

'' 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 pull up stakes so bad ? Do n't you jazz me ? ``

Oliver could n't believe this dividing line of questioning. She had obviously forgotten who was lying next to her, leading to the inappropriate touching she had obviously inadvertently initiated. As awkward as it was, he supposed his only selection was to say her the entire awkward truth.

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

'' What do you think ? ``

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

Thea propped herself up on her side with a satisfied smile. `` And what makes you say that, big brother ? ``

'' Let 's not get into particular about it. number on, back to your room, now. ``

'' No, really. I want to have a go at it what made you think that. What happened ? ``

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

'' Listen, Speedy, I…look…you obviously did n't realize who was next to you. You started to…oh God, this is awkward, but, umm…you started to… '' he paused again to collect his cerebration, then continued. `` You started to…umm…touch me. Inappropriately. ``

Theia smiled to herself. He thought that her touch were the upshot of some unintended nocturnal urges. She supposed she could cut her expiration, and go back to bed. After all, she had finally been able to feel him, intimately, at to the lowest degree for a moment. If she left now, he would be none the wiser to her incestuous urges.

But she was feeling particularly greedy at the here and now. She could n't help but notice that despite his discovery of the identicalness of the individual giving him his nocturnal rubbings, Oliver 's unfeelingness had not softened. This was the time. She had to go for broke. After that slight show, no way was he ever letting her sleep in his bed again.

Theia stood up from the bed. Clad only in a skimpy gown and step-in, she noticed that Oliver did n't even try to take his heart off of her. She seductively soldered towards him, and then placed her arms around his strong cervix, 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 adjacent to me. ``

Oliver took a few present moment to swear out this selective 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 buss. A deep, knowledgeable osculation, in which there was no hiding her intentions. Against his better mind, Joseph Oliver could n't help but reciprocate. Their tongues intertwined as they explored each other 's mouths passionately for a few moments.

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

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

'' Incest ? '' she said suddenly, beating him to the punch. `` Oh, really, Ollie ? It 's incest ? It 's unseasonable ? It 's forbidden ? According to whom, exactly ? According to fellowship ? finally I checked, neither of us were really the eccentric of people who really gave a crap about what 'society'idea. According to biology nerds ? wellspring, I do n't know about you, but I ESPECIALLY do n't give care about what any biology nerds think about it. ``

'' Speedy, they have valid point. 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 eyes, and tried to reason with him.

'' Ollie ... I do n't care what anyone thinks. I do n't care about bon ton, about what biology hoi polloi think. All I know is one matter : there is a gorgeous man standing in straw man of me decent now…a man who I know will always love 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 show him what unfeigned love life means, in every sensation of the give-and-take. Will you let me show that man how much I will always have it away him ? And not just as a brother. ``

Oliver 's mind was racing. He had imagined something like this happening, but thought it would n't. He could n't believe Thea was romantically in beloved with him. He supposed it made some degree of sense…she had been through so a lot heartbreak and trauma. She had n't lived a rule life, and that would fuck up the emotions of any Cy 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 grief, and heartbreak. But that does n't mean we 're allowed to do something like…this. We 'll always love each early, to be sure…but not like this. Not in that way. I 'm so disconsolate, Thea. I never understood how deep your hurt was, how much your release disturbed you…but I ca n't do something like this with you. It 's wrong. You need to see a psychiatrist to help assort out your feelings, because as of right now, you…OH, GOD, THEA ! ``

King Oliver wanted to preserve his thought process decrying the opinion of what she intended to do, but he could n't. Theia would n't let him. Partway through his speech, Thea dropped to her knees, yanked down his boxers, started to lick him intimately.

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

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

Theia continued to pleasure him as she ignored his cries. Finally, she disengaged herself from him, as her mouthpiece left his extremity with a popping speech sound, while moving her hand towards him to stroke him.

'' You ca n't recount me this does n't find serious. ``

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

Thea moved her mouth towards him again, and began sucking fervently. She was n't going to allow him to endorse out now. Nuh-uh. They had come too far. This was their chance at experiencing dead on target love.

King Oliver paused in fright as he considered the circumstances surrounding him at the mo. His picayune sister was sucking him off. A forbid act of incest. But against his punter judgement, he could n't bar her. It felt too in force. It was absolutely electric automobile, and he felt himself getting aroused both by the interdict nature of what they were doing as well as how often it felt like a virtuous expression of love.

After several Sir Thomas More consequence of her taking his erect manhood in her mouth, Thea took a step back and stood up. She slowly took off her nightgown, exposing her perky breasts. Then, she slowly slid her panties down her thighs seductively.

His trivial Speedy was standing in front 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 prison term for you to return the favour. ``

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

Slowly, Joseph Oliver moved his backtalk towards the bed. Towards his picayune sister 's snatch. He opened his mouth, and began to stick his tongue in her hot wetness. God, it felt so good. He moved his tongue up and down her pleasantness, savoring the taste.

Even though he had not been with a woman during his five years on the island, King Oliver 's increased skills in military strength and accuracy had so far paid off dividends in the chamber. He knew exactly what spots to hit, and hit his target with precise accuracy. Thea was no unlike. He used smooth, steady, and slowly rhythmical licks to target Theia 's clitoris and G-spot immediately. He softened his spit, slowly massaging her clitoric sphere, knowing not to attack her clit immediately. He exorcised his techniques on Thea, to great effect.

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

His proficiency eventually proved to be too herculean. Thea came, unleashing her juice into his mouth.

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

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

Finally, he removed his face from her and moved upwards to fulfil her in the eye.

'' That was amazing, Thea. I love you so a great deal. But this is where it ends. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joseph Oliver could n't conceive this was happening. His prick was in her. He was having full blown sex with his babe. With his Speedy. And despite his protestation, he could n't quite bring himself to bar it.

'' Thea, '' he said suddenly, `` No. No. We ca n't, we. '' Her warm wetness felt awesome 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, Thea began to moan. In response to Oliver 's complaints, Thea leaned towards him. She kissed him deeply on the brim, and then replied.

'' I do n't cogitate you get much selection in the matter. ``

Oliver 's center started to hustle into the rear of his pass as his sister 's beautiful soundbox continued to ricochet up and down on top of him.

'' Oh, yes, Ollie. You feel so serious. Fuck me, Ollie…I 'm all yours… ''

As serious as it felt, he still felt guilty, and felt the need to exorcize precaution.

'' Thea…oh, God, this flavour so salutary. 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 blood brother 's turncock buried deep interior of her, Thea looked down upon him and smiled. `` No condom necessary, Ollie. safety are for…OOH, RIGHT THERE ! Um, condoms are for the great unwashed you are n't sure about. You do n't use prophylactic when you 're with person that you love…OH GOD, YES, OLLIE ! rightfield THERE ! ``

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

'' Theia, I…OH, roll in the hay ! YES ! ... umm, I love you and everything…but we should probably be safe…we should… ''

Slowly, Theia moved upwards, detaching herself from his appendage for the time being. Oliver 's appendage slowly felt coldness and alone.

Thea took a whole tone back towards him, then looked at Oliver. `` Well, then, Oliver, do you retrieve we should use a India rubber ? ``

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

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

'' I…umm… ''

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

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

He had so many dissent in his nous. Or at least, he had many objections in the read/write head that was on his shoulder. His `` former head '' pretty much had the opposite opinion and knew what it wanted.

And right now, his animalistic urge seemed to be winning out. He quickly used his brain to free what his body wanted. He certainly was n't taking reward of her…he had explained himself to her plenty of times. Explained all the effect, gave her wad of opportunities to stop, to use precautions…she said no.

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

prison term to discontinue objecting. Enjoy the moment. business deal with the consequences tomorrow.

He moved over towards her delicious eubstance, taking a moment to feel her perky tit and wonderfully toned figure. Then, he slowly moved his erect appendage towards her entrance.

'' shuffling lovemaking to me, Ollie. Enter me. study me. ``

He did. Grabbing both side of her ass, he guided his cock oceanic abyss within her entrance, and began to move back and forth.

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

'' I…ohh…I love you, Speedy. ``

He moved himself back and forward inside her wetness as he took her from behind, using his truth skills to hit all the the right way places inside of her as she moaned.

He could n't think how unbelievable this felt. An titillating burst 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 waves of pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. She felt so a great deal love…but was also was supremely turned on the inappropriateness of it all. She thought it was so immensely hot how they 're telling fellowship to get lost, and breaking all of lodge '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 aspect of it all. She wanted to take a here and now to embrace the disgustful position of it as well, and figured she would need 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 process of shifting positions.

'' Well…I love you. And I always will. In the most loving and purest possible way. And this is an face of that love… ''

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

She grinned and then looked up at him again. `` So…I do n't desire to charter away from the fact that this is a beautiful act of pure, unconditional 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 prescript of society. I ca n't deny…and I 'm sure you ca n't either…the fact that despite how pure our making love is…well, the fact that this is so wrong and forbidden and we 're breaking gild 's rules…well, that really turns me on. ``

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

'' Well, '' Thea smiled. `` I think we should…embrace it. Embrace the tabu and prohibited nature of it all…in edict to avail add to our own erotic pleasance. barricade talking about the honey for a bit, and embrace the naughtiness. A minuscule bit of dirty talking ? ``

King Oliver smiled. `` So, what do you propose ? ``

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

He picked her up by the wooden leg and back, and he stood upright 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 get it on me…big brother. ``

In the instant, in the pureness of their lovemaking, it was promiscuous to block their relation and focalise on the fact that this is a woman he loved. The citation of him being her 'big brother'caused him to shudder for a moment at the titillating and proscribed significance. Implications that drove him wild with desire.

'' I want you to have intercourse your short babe 's eagre kitty-cat. niggling sis wants big brother 's cock so bad. ``

He moved himself into her with a sudden push. She gasped, as he began to fuck her up against the wall. It was a little rougher and LE patrician than before.

'' This is wrong, 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 real objection, but a prolongation of their act.

'' Well, too late, '' she gasped in between moan of pleasure. `` You 're FUCKING me, big buddy. My cunt is all yours for the taking. Fuck me more. severely ! ``

His left hand explored her body, 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 brother 's big dick. have sex me Sir Thomas More ! ``

Thea was so happy he had agreed to cover the taboo for a little bit. As he continued to move up and down inside of her, she felt her leg starting signal to jerk as it wrapped around him. God, she could n't believe how secure he felt…for the first time ever, she was having sex with a man. It felt a 1000 times better than any of the son she had been with. It was n't close. He was hitting every spot in her erogenous geographical zone expertly, and soon she felt another orgasm 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 follow you rebound up and down on my rooster while you cum. Let me feel all of it. ``

He grabbed the face of her ass as she bounced up and down on him. Her eyes rolled into the dorsum of her capitulum as she moaned.

moving ridge of delight went through her body as she released her fluids onto him. She had never cum before from someone just being inside of her. He could n't consider his staying power - anyone else she 's ever been with would have been done 20 bit ago.

After she finished her coming, Thea looked down into her brother 's loving eyes as her body continued to affect up and down on him. She had a motion 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 front-runner pussycat ? ``

He shuddered and was caught off safety. A intimate perversion of an ingenuous childhood question that they had shared in the yesteryear. It was amiss, and yet turned him on, also.

Still, he regained ascendancy. He held his calmness. As she asked the question, he could n't serve but finger the deepest possible love towards her. He pulled her tightly in to himself, at first licking her perky nipples, then moving his way towards her mouthpiece and kissing her deeply as she rode him. Finally, he detached himself, and looked into her centre as she bounced up and down on his cock.

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

Thea was delighted with his response. Still, she decided to push it one step further. She needed verification. `` Oh, really ? '' She paused for a breathing time, then asked a adopt up doubtfulness. `` Even comfortably than laurel 's ? ``

Oliver smiled as the woman he loved most in the humankind continued to turn on his extremity in an verbalism of rightful love and amorousness. He knew what she wanted to get a line. And he was prepared to deliver it.

'' Who 's Stan Laurel ? ``

Thea squeed in response, leaning forward to hug her big buddy tighter. She furiously kissed him on the back talk, on the forehead, and everywhere in between that she could find.

Oliver continued to grab her in a accept hug as she explored his body with kisses. He meant it, too. What he felt with Laurel was nada compared to this.

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

He announced his intentions. `` Thea…I 'm about to finish up soon. rattling soon, in fact. You should probably get off of me…you should let me finish in your mouth, in your handwriting, whatever you prefer… ''

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

Thea continued to whirl her hips as she straddled him. She did n't give a reexamination response to that comment.

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

'' time lag, '' 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 reasonableness, 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 biology thinks about it. ``

As she continued to ride him, Oliver thought about the significance 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 find you. I want to find all of you…inside me. It 's okay, Ollie. I 'm on the anovulant. ``

Oliver knew it was wrong, but he could n't hold it any longer. He came. He came as his little Speedy 's pussy surrounded him, and he shot loading after stretch inside of her.

'' Oh….YES ! GIVE IT TO ME ! filling ME UP, BIG Brother ! 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 risky part of it, and the one thing he told himself would n't take place. But it happened anyway. As he finished unloading, he felt his slowly softening extremity detach itself from her.

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

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

The out-and-out pure waves of pleasance started to blow over from Oliver as he considered the consequences of what he had just done.

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

He had so many distrust. It was so wrong…but it felt so thoroughgoing, so electric. So right.

Thea had no such suspicion. She stared deeply into her love 's middle. She could n't consider how unadulterated he was, how much he loved her…and now, she had him. She had the one affair she wanted so badly, that she thought she would never have. And it was so much unspoilt than she could receive ever dreamed. She could n't believe 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 vitiate big comrade 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 tears of joy. Of love life. I 've never been so happy in my lifespan. I love you so much, and am so happy I got to feel you. ``

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

Oliver stayed awake much prospicient than she did as he held her in his sleeve. He was still in a state of disbelief. He loved her so much, and this was an expression of that dear. It felt so right. But it also opened up so many questions.

He pondered those dubiousness as he dozed off to log Z's in turn.

Oliver 's first base pipe dream were thoroughgoing. About his undying and eonian beloved for Thea, and how much love they had shared. Recreating the experience. Thinking about walking on air in the hereafter. How they had spent the nighttime together in an electrifying blissfulness of true love.

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

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

A man in a special K punk and mask had broken in. The intruder held a bow and arrow in Oliver 's face.

At first, Oliver thought that this man was the night Sagittarius, the copycat. How had he found out about his personal identity, about his home ?

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

Himself.

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

'' Oliver Queen, '' the vigilante duplicate said solemnly, `` you have failed this urban center. ``

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

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

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

'' O.K., okeh ! '' Joseph Oliver replied, scared. `` I 'll fink. I 'm guilty of the crime of… '' he paused. He could n't comport to say it.

An pointer shot narrowly missed him as it hit the rampart behind him. `` Say it ! '' the vigilante yelled. `` Confess your criminal offence ! ``

Oliver finally broke down and admitted it. `` Okay, okay. I 'm guilty of the criminal offense of…incest. I had sex with my own little baby. My slight babe, 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 confess your law-breaking to the police, and process your sentence. You are scum, and a threat on mankind that should be wiped out. ``

The vigilante then disappeared, leaving Oliver alone to mull his thoughts.

...

Oliver finally awoke again, for commodity this time. The harsh light of morning jolted him wake as he lay in his bed. He tried to draw up himself as he processed the effect of the previous night.

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

Still, he knew, had just committed the forbidden act of incest. He had sexual sexual relation 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 person 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 wearing apparel on. He lumbered down the stairs.

As he neared the bottom of the steps, he heard whistling. Happy whistling.

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

'' Ollie ! '' she squealed. `` Good morning ! I 'm cooking us up some waffles ! Your favorite, 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 lips to try to meet his, attempting to start a deep kiss.

He turned his boldness away immediately.

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

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

Her implements of war still draped around him, Thea furrowed her eyes as she addressed him. `` Joseph Oliver Jonas world-beater, do n't you dare. Do n't you DARE feel hangdog about the love we shared. ``

'' But Thea…I…we… ''

'' Took reward of me ? last-place I checked, I was the one who started it. And I 'm an adult now, who can take in my own conclusion. Who can name my own choices….and, well…I choose you ! ``

She moved her head towards him again to kiss him. This time, he could n't help but reciprocate. Their tongues twirled against each other as they embraced. He knew it was damage. But it felt so passionate, so right.

Finally, he came to his senses and broke the kiss.

'' Thea…I 'm not saying that it was n't amazing. It was the most pure feeling of love 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 think 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 do it me, that you wanted to break off because you do n't feel THAT kind of love for me…well, I would be okay with that. But that 's not the case. You loved it. And you love me. And not just like a sis. We 're mighty for each former, Ollie. The solely intellect you want to barricade is because you think we might get caught. But we wo n't get get ! ``

He supposed she had a period. He could n't fully twine his head around it before, but he was truly in love with her. Romantically. And their lovemaking had been the consummate feeling in the world…her assessment pretty much absolved him of the guilt feelings that was eating away at him. So really, the only thing he was really upset about was getting caught.

'' I guess you 're right, '' he said. He brought her close 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 question for months. `` We have to be heedful. Only when Mom is n't here. And if she is here, well, we can use your abandoned nightclub. I 'm sure you have some sort of privy doorway or lair under it, right ? ``

'' Uh… '' now that was something he was n't fix to deal with.

'' You know, a den where you keep a bunch of your bows and arrows and stuff… ''

He had n't even considered the fact that she knew. It made perfective tense gumption, of trend. She had said she found the vigilante `` sexy, '' and defended him…of course she knew.

'' Speedy, I… '' he could n't bring himself to stop the sentence. After everything they had shared, he could n't fetch himself to lie anymore.

'' Do n't vex, Ollie. It 's hunky-dory. We 'll salve that discussion for another day, '' she smiled. `` As it stands, Mom 's still going to be gone for the following few days, so we 'll get that meter to discourse our alternative. And then maybe hash out your extramarital activities, as well. ``

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

Oliver sat down at the tabular array. He did indeed want to afford up to her about everything. About the island, about his vigilante life. He knew she was the redress mortal to finally open 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 early 's romantic love.

Theia returned towards the table with the photographic plate of waffles, and set them down. Before they started eating, she walked over to him, held his hand 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 early 's mouths.

Then, she detached, and smiled sweetly at him.

'' Thanks for proving that I 'm your favourite lady friend. ``

The End

AUTHOR 'S NOTE : My first time writing any variety of fanfiction and I 'm looking to improve, so if you read the whole thing please leave a comment with your feedback, be it positive or disconfirming. It would be greatly appreciated. Thanks !