author 's note : Incest one-shot involving characters from the TV show `` pointer. '' All lineament involved belong to their respective owners. All type are over 18 years of age.

continuity Isaac Mayer Wise, I suppose this is set after episode 1.14, `` The Odyssey '' as it references events occurring in that episode. However, I have no choice but to completely ignore the fact that the vigilante confronted Moira and feign it never happened, that evolution would thrust way too much of a monkey wrench into everything.

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

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

But he was n't alone. And as soon as he twitched and moved, Carrie Cutler 's low temperature limb surrounded him as a monitor of that fact.

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

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

He knew he had to preserve up show. He knew that he had to be Oliver Queen, billionaire playboy without a fear who would sleep with any duo of curves that had two legs. That irresponsible somebody could n't possibly be the infamous vigilante who 's been going around Starling City.

But that irresponsible playboy was n't his lawful self. Not anymore. Not after the island changed him. Maybe the fiction he created was true up of the selfish man who went on that gravy boat misstep five yr ago, but not the man he was now. Not now. And he had to continue to pretend to be that man to avoid any suspicion. Right now, having dalliances with women was the secure excuse he could come in up with as to why he did n't retrovert base various nights of the calendar week. He had the `` working on the nightspot '' excuse, but that was relatively tenuous and he could only dally that add-in so many times. For the most percentage, his intimately excuse for not coming home was that he was out on an excursion with a beautiful socialite.

But it would n't be credible if, for some cause, every single dark ended up with him visiting the fair sex 's place and never brought back any to his own. He realized this. in conclusion nighttime he was recuperating from a particularly hard take-down a few dark earlier, so he decided to give in to Carrie Cutler 's advances to assist support his fiction.

And while it was dead on target that he did indeed have sexual relations with Carrie hold out night, Oliver did n't palpate anything. He went through the question. 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 on 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 rationalise the connection, could justify how he felt at the time. He could not justify any kind of connection with Carrie. A pointless dalliance to celebrate up appearances.

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

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

Carrie grabbed her clothes from the storey and put them on. Then, she walked out the threshold and closed it behind her. She stopped in the hall. someone was there. `` Oh, I 'm sorry, I did n't realize you were out there. ``

Joseph Oliver knew exactly who was out there. The interpreter was a bit muffled through the door, but he knew who it belonged to. His mother was on a business trip for two week, and Walter was still missing, so there was only one other person sharing the house with him for the sentence being.

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

'' Oh, heed, I 'm so sorry…I did n't gain you were here…look, I do n't require to cause any awkwardness….if you want me to impart, then I will… ''

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

'' Well…um…actually I just remembered, I have an naming I need to go to. I 'll be out of your hair, '' Carrie replied. She then walked back inside Oliver 's bedroom, grabbed her pocketbook and her former belongings, and then stood at the doorcase 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 certainly, '' Oliver lied, with a smile.

'' OK, great. Thanks again, '' Carrie smiled, as she closed the door. King Oliver heard her pass down the stairs and leave. He sighed, and waited in bed for another five minutes. He slowly crawled out of bed, put on his dress, and then stepped outside his room.

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

He looked down at the land for a moment, then moved his heart back upwards towards his little sister.

Thea stared at him for a mo, with a clear look of disapproval. She shrugged her shoulders, then mimicked their late visitor 's give-and-take in a high up pitched tone. `` Okay big, thanks again ! '' she said in a juvenile mocking voice.

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

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

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

'' Do you ? '' she said, her mood starting to warm up. `` Well…that 's effective, then. I just thought you should know that I do n't particularly care for your choice of protagonist in this example. ``

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

Thea stared back at her big comrade for a moment, then started to laugh. `` wellspring, I guess you have a point. Look…I 'm sad, 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 avail but think that way. ``

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

'' I do finger kinda bad about the waffles though. I 'd offer to make you some myself in exchange for sending away your manque cook, but I have to get to the office, like, right now. ``

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

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

'' That 's form of the item. Think of it as a form of 'silent dissent ,''' she grinned. She walked past his room towards the stairwell, giving big brother a playful bump on the shoulder joint along the way, before turning back towards him at the top of the stair. `` It 's sooo drilling there. I do n't even accept anything to do. ``

'' I kind of gathered that, considering that whenever you have to go there you seem to be mostly preoccupied with e-mailing me funny pictures of computed tomography. ``

'' You love it. I 'll observe some good ones, '' she laughed, as she slowly started to walk down the stairwell. Joseph Oliver smiled, then walked back towards his bedroom and started to open the door.

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

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

'' Yeah ? ``

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

Joseph Oliver looked at the floor for a minute and chuckled. He had a feeling that he knew what was coming next. `` Oh, really ? seminal fluid on, Speedy. Do n't severalize me it 's that Saami inquiry again. ``

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

'' That interrogative sentence '' was thinking about had started when Oliver was 13 yr old. That was when he started to go on `` appointment '' with girls. Altogether innocent dates, mostly going to the movies with parental supervision, hanging around the family and playing biz, that sort of affair, before the girl 's parents drove her plate at the end of the day.

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

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

After Michelle had gone house, Oliver had found his baby sister crying in her way. He had gone over to console her. She was upset, and she did n't understand the dynamic. She did n't realize that boys and young lady went on `` date. '' She was just upset because she thought that this new intruder was coming in to take away her place as Ollie 's best buddy.

The young Oliver hugged her and consoled her, and tried to explain to her that it was a dissimilar dynamic. She only seemed to partially empathise, so he tried to lay it out to her in condition she could comprehend.

'' Do n't worry, Speedy. She 's only here for a little bit. But you ? You 're my babe sister. I 'll always jazz 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 years old and the `` dates '' became much less free, trivial Speedy continued to ask him that same dubiousness after the girl in question left, even with Laurel. And King Oliver had always responded the Lapp way.

And now, after five old age shipwrecked on an island, after what was seemingly an stallion lifetime had transpired between them, Joseph Oliver Queen looked at his little sister and hoped she would ask the same query again. She was n't a little girl anymore. Thea was a to the full grown and beautiful 18-year-old woman. Still, he hoped that she would now ask the same question she always had when she was a little girl, to remind him of the period of innocence he had lost with his beloved short sister.

The fully grown Thea Queen looked up from the stairwells into her Brother 's middle. And finally, she asked the interrogative sentence of him.

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

After being away for so long and missing her emergence and evolution, Oliver had a heavily meter reconciling the fact that this fully grown and beautiful adult woman who happened to be named Thea fairy was the like person as his beloved child Speedy. But hearing this question again brought a warmness to his heart and helped him understand that despite it all, this really was the same picayune girl he remembered.

In answer to her question, he walked up to her and hugged her. The same way he did 14 years ago. And then, he gave the same response he always had.

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

The two adult sib embraced for several moments.

This legal brief exchange of duologue, as well as the warmly embracing, were symbolization of the collective innocence they had once shared together. An innocence and evolution that had been broken by their fourth dimension away from each other, which they still felt within one another and were desperately clinging to.

Finally, they broke the embrace. Theia, with a feint tincture of a rent in her eye, called back towards him as she descended the stairs.

'' Good to know, Ollie. I 'll see you in a few hr when I get abode, big brother. ``

Thea made a `` waving adios '' apparent motion with her hand, which Oliver reciprocated. He smiled, and then retreated back towards his room. He crawled on his bed and put his cover back on him, leaving his shirt and short on. He leaned back on the pillow and began to consider to himself.

Oh, my infant Speedy.

Sir Thomas More than anything else since he returned since his five-year stretch on the island, she confounded him. After returning back, their mother was pretty practically the same soul he remembered from before. Tommy was definitely the same person. bay wreath, despite her newfound hostility and the complications in their relationship, was definitely the Same person.

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

It was hard for him to conciliate the fully grown adult woman he saw before him now with the little baby Speedy he had remembered from five long time ago. They seemed like completely ramify entities entirely.

The Speedy he remembered was a fiddling missy that used to playfully chase after him around. He used to present piggy-back drive to her around the theater whenever she would ask. They would dally each early in `` Go Pisces the Fishes, '' and he would simultaneously misplace to her on purpose while she also cheated at the game.

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

He knew that his clip away on the island ended up doing honorable for the urban center. It turned him into an unstoppable violence that hunted the corrupt and evil men that were on his father 's list.

But was it worth it ? Speedy made him question that fact more than anything. He had missed her inaugural dance reading. Her low gear playing period. Her 1st day of mellow school. He missed all of the change and development. When he left, she was one matter. And when he came back, she was something else entirely.

He could n't harmonize the two beings in his brain. They seemed like separate entities. His baby Speedy would never go to nightclubs, get rummy, get into drugs, or anything like that.

And she definitely would never wear down provocative clothing.

That lastly preeminence to himself made Oliver thrill a bit. Because it forced him to confront a very uncomfortable reality.

He could see traces of picayune Speedy in her, certain. But for the most part, this was a new person he did n't acknowledge. A new, fully grown, beautiful young woman that he had n't seen before.

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

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

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

Oliver slapped his heading, as if to squeeze 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 retrieve that way. ``

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

To try to wee sense of his physical attractive feature, he had searched on the internet for some psychological depth psychology to facilitate justify it, to help oneself build indisputable he was n't a mad deviant. He had looked up something called the `` Westermarck force '' - the theme growing up together in a household turns people 's sexual attraction off towards each early. He also discovered something called `` genetical sexual attractor - '' people related to each other who are suddenly introduced to each other later in living tended to have a very strong sexual attractive force. These possibility helped him palpate better to some extent - he had n't been there to see the adorable innocuous small girl he once knew acquire into the beautiful and aphrodisiac Loretta Young woman she was today, so his attraction to her made some grade of psychological sense. He was there to see her grow from birth until she was a 13 yr old, but missed out on her transforming from a 13 year old into a get woman. So surely, he could excuse that constituent to some degree.

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

At yet, for some reason, his own sister did. Thea was of path a beautiful adult female now, but the women he was shutting down and rolling his eyes at were on an documentary level at to the lowest degree on the same level if not even more physically attractive. So he knew there was something else to it. It was n't just Thea 's unfamiliar new physical beauty that he was drawn to. It was also something else.

He was n't certainly what it was. Maybe it was the old `` the taboo fruit tastes the sweetest '' adage, and some weird kinky side of it was turned on by the taboo nature of it all, and the fact that she was the but beautiful untried woman in the world he could never have while about others would rise through brick walls to be with him.

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

Still, he could n't help but feeling a great point of shame. The psychological personal effects he researched helped him justify the physical aspect of the attraction to some level, but he still absolutely hated himself for it. The city had raised the dubiousness as to whether the hooded vigilance man was a zep. Oliver was steadfast in telling Diggle and others that he was certainly not a hero. He knew that he could n't be, deep down. To others, most of the meat of that question revolved around the fact that the vigilante had killed people. But honestly, Oliver mentally dismissed that - the lonesome the great unwashed he 's ever killed were armed bad guys who were in turn trying to kill him. He only killed when absolutely necessary. And he knew that everything he was doing was for the nifty good, and he had saved people 's lives. The reason he knew he was not a grinder had nothing to do with his mission.

No, the reason he knew he could never be a hero was because no hoagie would ever own incestuous thoughts about his own petty sister. He hated himself for it. He was scum. trash with a job to do that would eventually assist save the city, but he was still scum underneath.

Oliver sighed as he ruminated his predicament. But he knew his thought process pattern had to change. He could n't be thinking about Thea right now. He had to concentre his aid towards the adjacent soul on the list.

'' Enough about Thea, '' he silently reminded himself. `` enough thinking about Thea. The list. call back about the leaning. ``

He shook his head, then opened up his laptop to do some more research. He had been doing some searching on the internet as to who his future target would be : he wanted to incur someone who was actively hurting mass at this very present moment, so he could give up them and cause as much good as possible as soon as he could. He found had just the person.

His future target from the lean was a early millionaire, who presumably conducted some less than legal activities on the side during his fourth dimension in power. But that paled in equivalence to his side of meat pursuit - namely, in series killing. This man would encounter innocent people in his fifth wheel time ( usually women ) and kill them to satisfy his bloodlust. He used his association and influence to make for certain the killings were n't linked to him, so he was Harijan by the police. In the sentence Oliver had been gone, the man had lost all of his money, which would normally mean he would be less severe. Instead, it was the antonym. After losing his money, this man turned to sequential killing full phase of the moon time, paying the note by soliciting the services of the mob by becoming a lethal enforcer. The man had killed three people in the last two months alone, and needed to be stopped immediately, but was still far too elusive for the law to find him. But not too subtle for the vigilante to see, Oliver hoped.

Victor Zsasz has failed this city.

...

Stupid Carrie Cutler.

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

Also, poor fish CNRI.

Thea was thankful that Laurel had arranged a great deal to get her out of prison house, to be indisputable. But still, she absolutely hated having to be here. She was n't given much to do or any duty, but still, she hated the fact that she had to wake up early to get here and was bored out of her thinker the total clip, so she could n't help but palpate a great mickle of resentment.

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

While she was fuming, Stan Laurel walked up to her.

'' Hey there, Speedy, '' Laurel said with a smile as she walked up to Theia 's desk. Theia looked up at her with a grinning in spell, but was angry inside. Only special hoi polloi that she loved got to call her Speedy. Laurel was most definitely not a special mortal that she loved, although she seemed to remember she was. `` Look, I know I told you that you would n't really have to do much of anything when you were here, but we are absolutely swamped, and hoi polloi are getting wary of the fact that I 'm letting you get away with doing basically nothing the entire day. Would you mind organizing these case file cabinet so they 're in alphabetic decree ? It should n't take More than 30 instant, tops, and then you can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want. ``

'' Oh, sure, laurel wreath, no problem at all. I 'll get right on it, '' Thea said as she smiled at her. Thea grabbed the files and started to prepare them on her desk.

Stupid Laurel.

Theia hated her, for reasons that were objectively completely illogical and nonsensical. Laurel had shown nil but love towards Thea. After Dad and Sarah died, and Ollie was presumed dead, Laurel had tried to latch on to Thea as a sort of permutation petty sister for Sarah. Laurel had taken Thea shopping, tried to operate in `` girl talk, '' stuff like that. Laurel had gone out on a tree branch to leverage her father 's association and nominate sure that Thea got a good deal in Margaret Court and would n't go to jail, and Laurel made indisputable the muckle included the fact that Thea only had to do some study at CNRI which basically included doing basically nothing. Objectively and rationally speaking, Thea should absolutely screw Laurel.

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

Whenever her big pal would have a `` date, '' be it an innocent one or a lupus erythematosus than impeccant one after he turned 18, Thea always knew that Ollie was telling the verity when he said afterwards that Theia was still his `` preferred girl. '' Once Ollie turned 20 and started dating Stan Laurel seriously, however, Theia was n't so sure that his parole were completely reliable. He spent so much time with Laurel, shared so much of his feelings with her…Thea could n't help but feel jealous.

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

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

Theia stopped for a here and now to sigh and reflect. `` He 's your big buddy, '' she silently thought to herself, `` he 's going to date other girls. He 's going to fall down in sexual love with them. He can never date you. It 's wrongly and forbidden. ``

She reminded herself of this fact over and over. Still, she had a hard meter getting over the fact that the exclusively man that she ever loved, the only man that she knew would always unconditionally have it away her forever, could never be with her.

Every guy that she tried to date was so slow and treated her comparable bullshit. They only wanted one thing. Sometimes that one affair was the status of being with the semi-famous Thea Queen…or sometimes it was the former affair. But mostly both. She definitely had her demand and had made mistake on function, but there was no emotional connectedness. Whenever she tried to meet bozo, she was mostly disgusted. They were so entire of themselves. Do n't have got a care in the world about her as a soul. She had never loved any one of them romantically, not even close.

But for some reason, social club said that she was forced to try to find some baseball diamond in the rough among this grouping of douchebags, one that she could fall in sexual love with and spend the residue of her life with and yadda yadda yadda.

Meanwhile, there was an impossibly gorgeous, amazing man in her life story who cared for her deeply and who would always sleep together her forever no matter what. A man who would always roll in the hay her, attention about her, and protect her, and even risk his life for her.

But, no, she could never be with that man romantically. And the exclusively ground she could n't was because of genetic `` ribosomes '' and `` chribosomes '' or whatever former stupefied scientific discipline 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 filing cabinet alphabetically, per Laurel 's request. She supposed that this was stupid. It was totally incorrect for a little girl to own a press on her big pal. It was `` incest. '' It was wrongly, and taboo. Because, you know, those stupid ribosomes and chribosomes are sooooooo important. So much more important than, you know, stupe things like `` have a go at it '' or `` emotions '' or anything that the heart tactile property. Who cares about those ? Got ta respect the ribosomes.

She tried to buck up and descend to her senses. She stopped and shook her oral sex. This line of descent of intellection was so petty and so stupid. Being envious of losing Ollie to someone like Carrie Cutler, or even laurel wreath, was such a petty thing to reckon about after everything they 'd been through. At to the lowest degree, in those cause, he would still be in her living and love her, even if it was platonically. And that 's all she should realistically anticipate and hope for, really. She should be much more concerned with losing him being in her life history 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 moment when she finally saw him again, after thinking he was perfectly for five years… she would n't sell that for the human beings. She came down the stair, and her big chum 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 risk of exposure of losing him entirely again. Because of a stray bullet in him, or a fall from a high-pitched building, something else.

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

When Ollie first came back, he had given her an write in code 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 form, when Ollie got arrested on suspicion of being the Hood…well, Thea was distraught, but not entirely surprised.

And then when Thea confronted him about it when he was under house arrest, saying that he had given her an arrowhead, Ollie had played it off by saying that he bought it at a `` Taiwanese airport gift workshop. ``

Nuh-uh. No way. Thea knew for for certain right there and then. When he had first given her the arrowhead, he had looked into her eyes and expressed such love. Of course, it was a platonic sib making love and not the amatory love that Thea was hoping for, but it was virginal love nonetheless. She knew for a fact that the arrowhead meant something to him, deeply, and he was replete of such care at the fact that he had shared it with her. He probably could have made any number of other excuses to try to absolve the connection, but he chose a hollow and sheer one. If he had bought that at a Chinese airport gift shop, he would n't have got delivered it to her with such love and meaning. There was absolutely no way. Ollie loved her too a great deal. When he lied about that bullcrap about buying it from the airport gift shop, all of her fright were confirmed.

Still, after that percentage point, there was still some level of doubt in her mind. She thought it was almost certainly true, but she did n't want to fully confront it. When King Oliver was cleared of all charges because the vigilance man had struck while he was under house check, Theia breathed a sigh of ministration 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 experience caused the diversion to clear Ollie 's name. She was surprised, 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 accomplice or a copycat.

Still, she clung onto that fact as some form of proof ( even in denial ) that Ollie could n't be the vigilance man. 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 swivel pin of the Vertigo drug ring, and brought him down.

No, there was no denying it. Not at that point. `` The Count '' had been active voice for months, but the vigilance man only went after him after Thea was a victim of his drug band. The vigilante was looking out for her, and protecting her. And there was only human being on dry land who looked out for Thea and protected her. The Hood was her big brother.

Ollie was secretly a vigilante hero who spent a good deal of his sentence risking his life for the greater well of the city. And his bring down of `` The count '' was him risking his life to help hold open and avenge her.

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

On the former paw, her beloved Ollie was a inscrutable bad boy who went out all the time to risk his living to help protect the gravid commodity, to aid bring criminals down, to get up bad cat and be a hoagy to this city. And he had risked his life to bring down the man who was indirectly responsible for hurting her, because he loved her so much.

And that…well, she knew the dangers involved. She considered the frightening possibility of losing her honey Ollie again due to his extracurricular natural process. But she could n't help it. The mentation of Ollie being a unavowed, wickedness, mysterious, powerful shielder of her and the city…well, that was pretty much the most erotic thing she had ever thought about in her life story. She wished he would stop, so he could inhabit a rule life, live at home, and be her big brother without result. But the fact that he was so heroic, so strong, so noble…

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

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

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

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

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

'' Of class you are, '' Tommy grinned. `` Hey, listen, could you do me a party favor ? When you see Oliver tonight when you get home, could you secernate him I 've been talking to potential difference DJs for the cabaret and I 've narrowed the tilt down to ten, and I 'd fuck his stimulus to narrow them down further. I 'd tell him myself but he 's been too meddlesome to react to my calls lately, I can barely get a detention of him. ``

'' Definitely, '' Theia smiled, `` and to answer your following question that I know you 're about to ask me, Laurel is in the break elbow room grabbing some deep brown. ``

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

Thea chuckled as he left. Unlike laurel, Tommy was definitely a person who had earned the right to call her `` Speedy. '' He really cared about her. Still, she could n't help but sense slightly awkward around him. She hated herself for the fact that she had so blatantly hit on him that night at the fundraiser. It was a here and now of weakness and despair that she immediately regretted the next day, and she did n't even really mean the matter she said.

If she actually had some sort of real romantic impression towards Tommy Merlyn, that would be one matter, and she might actually recommend herself for her cheek in expressing her romantic desire. But honestly, she was n't actually attracted to Tommy as a person at all. She hit on him because he was the close-fitting thing to Oliver that she could discover that was acceptable within social argument. It was true that Tommy was a selfish playboy, but as Ollie 's best acquaintance, he was definitely the someone who resembled Oliver ( or at to the lowest degree, the man Oliver used to be ) the most in this mankind who did n't happen to part the Sami `` ribosomes '' or whatever scientific discipline tabu crap with her, so she tried her best to try to hive off her romantic attention 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 somebody who was totally into him. Because the honest truth was that she was n't romantically attracted to Tommy at all, so it was variety of embarrassing. He was a unspoiled guy, but he could never be as aphrodisiacal, loving and dumbfound as her beloved Ollie. And truth be told, her drunken endeavour to arrive at his wild-eyed attention have very small to do with Tommy as a person and much more to do with the fact that she wanted a practice run on the lines she had ( perhaps pointlessly ) hoped to use on her one real love when the clock time came.

But, of course, her assembly line and flirtations 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 character of her superficial non-biological pseudo-brother rejected her advance ( despite the fact that there were no biologic conditional relation ) then surely the real thing she was waiting for would most definitely reject her as well. A harsh, dusty truth that she would always have to face.

The day went on, and eventually it neared five o'clock. `` Whatever, '' she reminded herself silently in her head. `` This is stupid. Do n't suppose about such mute things. Ollie could be in risk almost every night. Focus on that instead. ``

After her shift had ended at five, she went home to an empty house. She sat on the couch for a bit and spent a lot of prison term thinking.

She pulled out a bottle of wine and decided to text her big crony. Ollie had appointed her as his `` media advisor '' - individual to showcase popular moving-picture show and TV shows to within the last five class to help him fascinate up and understand pop culture references. Obviously, being `` the vigilante '' had gotten in the way and he had cancelled respective times. But hopefully, he was able to deal whatever his scumbag prey of the workweek was quickly and efficiently, and spend some time away from his duties in fiat to spend some prison term with his trivial sister.

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

'' Starling metropolis vigilance man Apprehends series Orcinus orca ''

So, he should have done it. He caught a bad guy, and thus he should be done for the Night and cook to number home, hopefully. This serial sea wolf guy was a big deal…surely he would take some meter off after that ? Time off that he can spend with her ?

Thea grabbed her sound, and sent a schoolbook message to her big brother, asking him if he was useable to determine some TV appearance or moving picture with her tonight.

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

Thea breathed a sigh of succour. He was okay, and he was uncoerced to spend prison term with her.

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

She had just spent the whole day thinking about him, and it was starting to eat away at her. She decided continuing to keep her desires sheltered was hardly a way to live at all - she wanted to peck something sensual to learn with him tonight, to push the boundaries at least a footling bit, even if all it would accomplish would be to ca-ca him finger awkward and uncomfortable for awhile. Of course, she could n't pick a porn movie or anything. But still, she wanted to pick something that was at least somewhat carnal. If she could n't be with him, the beneficial she could do was making him worm a bit.

As she mulled over the options, she could n't quite find anything at first-class honours degree. She switched over to the selection their cable television box provided them with their `` On requirement '' features, and looked over the possible movies and TV appearance that channels like HBO and Showtime had to offer.

As she was browsing the list of usable HBO series, she suddenly found the sheer perfect thing to watch out with him. One of the most popular TV shows of the utmost few class, meaning she could easily rationalize showing it to him as his `` pop culture consultant. '' It had explicit sex scenes and nakedness, but even better than that, also specifically dealt with a subject relevant to their situation. Thea could n't help but form a wicked smile on her expression in anticipation.

...

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

It was a huge risk of exposure targeting victor Zsasz during the middle of the day instead of at night. In his vigilante character, Oliver obviously preferred the covering of darkness. He preferred to work in the phantom, to help hide himself and his agenda.

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

Oliver was glad that putting Zsasz away would save some lives for the meter being, but by no means was he using the fact that Zsasz was arrested as a reason to intersect him off `` the list. '' Zsasz had escaped from prison before, and sometimes was put in genial mental home instead, and 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 the next metre. In fact, Oliver somewhat regretted the fact that he had n't used lethal methods on the series killer earlier today given his story, but his morals told him he had to at to the lowest degree give him one more probability to be properly processed by the Justice system before resorting to a fatality. He hoped this decision would n't cause him regret.

In any fount, King Oliver walked into the mansion and moved towards the living room. He could n't help but smile as he saw his little babe watching the television, with a bottle of wine in hired hand. Despite the out or keeping forcible desires he regretfully suffered from, it was such a easing to see someone who unconditionally loved him after such a harrowing ordeal with that unfeeling psychopath. It was clock time for him to switch paraphernalia : to end thinking about the hate and horror of lusus naturae like Zsasz and center on the dearest and caring of someone like Thea.

'' Hey there, big chum, '' Thea said to him with a smile as he entered the room.

She obviously had imbibed a few drinking by this point, but Oliver did n't mind. True, she was n't 21 yet, but Oliver 's main care with her drinking was in paying attention to the fact that he did n't desire her to be at a state of nature party where some sleazy jerk could take vantage of her. But he was more than glad to get drunk with her at home in a controlled environment.

'' Hey-o, Speedy. Sorry I 'm fifteen transactions later than I said I would be dwelling, lots of stuff I had to deal with. ``

'' No worries, 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 call back regarding his selection of DJs for your golf-club. ``

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

Exhausted, he slowly lumbered towards the sofa and sat down on the inverse 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 kind of debate on the topical anaesthetic news. And the theme the anchorperson were talking about was the Starling city vigilante. Himself.

'' Jessica, you are absolutely insane, '' the virile newswriter heatedly said on the TV. `` The vigilante is a felonious, no effective than any of the twist he 's supposedly taken down. He 's killed multitude before, and interferes with law work. ``

'' Oh, 'police work ,'you say ? '' the female newscaster said with a fury in her articulation. `` And state me, where was this so-called 'police work'when Victor Zsasz was murdering devoid people for the utmost two years ? The police could n't touch him. The vigilante was able to stop him, saving countless liveliness. You would dare to condemn the electric potential victim of this psychopath to death just because of a strict by-the-book obligation to the legal system in terms of who exactly is allowed to lend an end to his sovereignty of brat ? Even forgetting the vigilante 's previous deeds, apprehending Zsasz alone has saved the life history of stacks of innocent people. How could you dare indicate against the fact that the vigilante is a force 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 home into this discussion, '' the male correspondent said with wrath. `` You do n't cognise what you 're talking about. The vigilante… ''

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

'' God, I have heard More than enough disputation regarding that freak show, '' he said with mock distaste. trench down, he was filled with plenty of self-doubt, and seeing the female newswriter display the reasons that he is making a conflict in the city and saving lives warmed his heart. Still, he could n't share that with Thea, for obvious reasons, and had to pretend to be against the vigilante to help remove all suspicion.

'' Who do you have in mind by junky display ? You mean the vigilante ? '' Thea inquired. She walked over to their kitchen to grab a methamphetamine hydrochloride for Joseph Oliver that she could teem the wine into as she continued to converse with him. `` I do n't cognise about lusus naturae show, I think he 's been doing some near 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 know about that, '' Thea said in response as she walked back with a trash and poured Oliver some wine and handed it to him. `` I mean, you heard them talk about it. He stopped this serial killer guy who was killing innocent women. If this Zazzafraz guy… ''

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

'' Right, Zizzazz. You have such a ripe retentivity ! '' 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 belt down somebody else tonight had the lens hood guy not stopped him… you would still have a problem with it ? I mean, the police force could n't touch on him. ``

King Oliver began to drink the vino she had handed him before responding. `` Regardless, that work is handled by the constabulary, and the vigilante has no occupation interfering, '' Joseph Oliver replied sternly.

'' Oh, really ? '' Thea said as she sat up straight and looked him in the eyes. `` Ollie, that killer liked to raven on innocent woman, and shoot down them. What if his side by side target…was me ? Would n't you be happy for the vigilante stopping him in that causa ? ``

Oliver sat up straight as well, with a stern feel in his eyes. `` Theia, do n't you dare jest about that. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Well, '' he said as he stroked her hair, `` I do n't want you to make me retrieve about such things again. ``

'' Agreed, '' she said as she detached herself from him and sat back down. Instead of going to the opposite side of the lounge, she stayed seated in the middle cushion on intent in order of magnitude to be closer to him. `` Still, Ollie…I have a petty bit of a confession for you regarding this affair. ``

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

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

Joseph Oliver shuddered for a moment.

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

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

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

Fantasies. Her using that word made him shudder again. His little sis was having `` fantasies '' 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 forcefulness for good, he 's still dangerous. Laurel has gotten involved with him, and it 's put her in peril. Twice ! ``

'' What do you have in mind, twice ? He saved her life both times ! ``

'' The endorse time, she was only in danger in the first place because of her involvement with him. ``

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

'' Oh yeah ? '' Oliver replied with amusement. `` What makes you so surely about that ? He 's hurt tidy sum of other mass. Killed them, even. ``

'' Oh, delight, Ollie. He 's only killed bad hombre that were shooting at him and trying to kill him ! He would never fare 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 ? ``

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

It was operose for Oliver to maintain his faux-anger when everything that she said was completely correct. He supposed that going after the reckoning immediately after Thea was put on trial was a bad determination, but given the fact that she was here and not in prison house it was a decision he would n't change for the human race. In any cause, 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 pal. In any instance, he decided to needed to bring an end to the discussion.

'' wellspring, Speedy, I think that 's a unsafe way to think, but it seems to me that you 're rational number enough to know not to enlist him if you actually come in contact with him, '' he said with a smile. He moved his manus over to grab her upper leg and shook it slightly. `` Now, let 's forget it and get down to brass tax. I believe my pop culture advisor has something else to assist me catch up on today 's pop media. ``

'' Sounds like a plan. We can remit this discussion. I do suffer plenty to evidence you, '' she smiled.

Having accomplished her initial goals, Thea smiled back at him and agreed to postpone the vigilance man word for the sentence being. She booted up the On-Demand portion of their cable box, and moved the carte du jour towards her specify destination.

'' okeh then, Ollie. Today, I 'm going to render you the start few episode of a TV show. One of the most popular TV display of the last few old age. It 's a fantasy show, so it 's kind of intemperate to understand at first because it 's so complex, but I 'll explain the inside information and such to you to help you understand everything that 's going on and whatnot. '' Thea continued to fiddle with the menus as she attempted to turn over her destination.

'' Sounds in force. What 's the show called ? ``

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

She leaned back down in her place and draped her right arm over her brother 's articulatio humeri as the first of all episode began to wreak. He put his arm around her in turn.

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

With their arms around each early, the two siblings watched most of the episode. Occasionally, he would ask her to break to explicate the various `` noble houses, '' characters and relationships and whatnot to him - after all, it was a very intensifier and complex fantasy world, and very confusing to a first time viewer. She was happy to excuse all the nuances.

Eventually, the beginning scene she was looking forward to came on screen. A fit where the character Viserys groped his sister Daenerys 's au naturel torso. Thea could smell out a sort of discomfort in Oliver. While he still had his arm around Thea, this scene caused him to slowly inch himself towards the antonym end of the couch, away from her.

commodity. This was just the offset, she knew. The best component is yet to come.

Throughout the respite of the sequence, she had explained the versatile family of Westeros to him and their relationships and politics. He seemed to sympathize, to at least some degree. He still had some of the eccentric and plotlines confused, but was relatively penny-pinching to an understanding.

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

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

Theia could say that Oliver enjoyed the episode a great sight, but was still slightly throw. He had a intemperately time keeping the world of Westeros and all the different characters straight, as did most first-time viewers.

She could distinguish he did n't quite translate what happened at the end of the sequence. He did n't exactly retrieve who the fairy 's buff was, or what the fit had meant. So of course, he asked her.

'' That was pretty interest. I could n't quite keep track of all the characters and whatnot, but I see the potential, definitely. I have a few things 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 heavy time keeping track of the characters. So when the boy saw those two people having sex at the end…the woman he saw was the poove, right ? The fat guy 's married woman ? ``

'' Yeah, that 's rectify, '' she said, in expectancy of the next question.

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

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

Oliver sat there in dumbfounded silence for a mo. He vaguely remembered the character being introduced earlier in the episode as the Queen 's blood brother, but thought he must have missed something, or was in denial to some point. But no, he had n't missed anything.

Given the choice of any picture show or TV show in the world, his sister chosen to show him a show that depicted incest between a brother and sister.

He tried to apologise it. The show had good production values, and was obviously a big hit. It was set in knightly times, and things were different back then.

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

'' So, did you like it ? '' she smiled. `` set to watch the next sequence ? ``

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

The two sibling watched the second installment of the appearance, and then the third, but as they continued to drink they could n't assist but slowly doze off. Thea, having seen the show before, slowly lost pursuit and began to close her eyes. She lowered her header onto her big brother 's shoulder joint, and her eyes closed as she began to sleep.

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

He slowly slipped out from underneath her warm body to suffer 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 finish forever. And his disturbing thinking were perverting it. She shuddered to himself, then decided he at least owed it to her to take her up to her room.

Joseph Oliver turned off the TV and the ignitor, and used his munition to pick up Thea by the pegleg and trunk as she slept on the couch. Her being so low, carrying her was no effort at all. As he picked her up and held her in his branch, she began to draw close towards him, cooing and burying herself in his body.

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

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

He slowly walked out of her way, stealing one conclusion coup d'oeil at her, and then moved away. As he entered his chamber, he took off his wearing apparel until he was only in his boxers and naught else. He crawled under his cover song, hoping for a relaxing night 's sleep.

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

...

In his fountainhead, Oliver was transported to four years prior. He had been on the island for a yr, and he and Slade Wilson were preparing for the next planing machine that would potentially be their rescue.

It was gloam, and Joseph Oliver was standing over a fire, holding a picture. Holding the only thing reminding him of home.

Most of Slade 's preparation had been physical - scrap techniques, outdoorsmanship, survival.

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

'' Gid on with it. devolve it in the flack. ``

Slade was attempting to tell him to sunburn the one affair he had left that reminded him of rest home. His photo of Laurel. The one affair he had clung on to. He continued to hesitate.

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

Oliver looked at the one-time Aboriginal Australian closed book intelligence agency military service member with some sternness. `` This is the but thing I have left to prompt me of rest home. To prompt me of who I really am. ``

'' If you want to survive you need to appear forward, not wax nostalgic about the past. You need to think about the futurity. ``

This was the severely thing Slade had ever asked him to do. But he knew Slade was his entirely Bob Hope of selection, and he had to do what he said.

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

Later on that Nox, the two castaways shared rations of cold beans. Oliver could hardly digest to look at Slade right now.

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

Oliver moved it towards him. `` I 'm not feeling particularly thirsty. You can complete 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. ``

Joseph Oliver slowly looked down and tried to coerce himself to eat the rest. Finally, he shook his mind and could n't bind his emotions in any more.

'' My ONE monitor of home. My ONE thing to keep back on to. You seriously could n't afford me that ? Just one fiddling picture ? '' Oliver yelled in anger.

Slade chuckled in response. `` 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 air pocket. `` I 've got something for you, Joseph Oliver. Something I was waiting to give you until you burned that fucking word-painting. ``

'' What is it ? ``

'' open me a consequence to explain, first, '' Slade said as he sat back down next to Oiver. `` You see, Oliver, I 'm not without sentiment. I know that in social club to bear the need and the drive to pull round in berth like these, you need to think about your loved single. To believe about reconnecting with them. ``

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

'' Will you let me polish off ? As I said, you need to believe about the future. Not the past tense. And your little girlfriend ? Well, buddy, she sure as inferno is a relic of the past. When you look at her pictorial matter, you 're not thinking about the joy you 'll have when you reconnect with her. You 're thinking about the yesteryear, about mistakes you made, about how you want to turn back prison term. Because the harsh reality is, when you get back to America, Laura- ''

'' Laurel. ``

'' right, Laurel, whatever. Stupid name, anyways. Anyway, from what you 've told me, I do n't reckon 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 sodomise off. When you looked at her picture, you were n't being inspired. You were n't thinking about all of the true love and Hope that you 're going to see in her eyes when she sees that you survived. You 're waxing nostalgic about the past, about the fault you made, how you want to go back in time and fix them. That simply wo n't do. If you want to survive, you need to look forward, not backward.

'' I had a wife once, King Oliver, '' he continued. `` Her name was Adeline. She was in the military as well. Oversaw my breeding, even. We fell head over hound in love life, got married, had three tiddler. I thought it was unconditional love that would end forever. Eight years later, for grounds I 'll spare you from, she 's holding a gun to my head. I 'm not saying all romantic relationships are destined to fail, King Oliver, but virtually are fleeting. They 're dicey, and unsure. Hell, the divorcement rate in your country is fifty percent. And from my experience, the family relationship you 're in when you 're 21 days old indisputable as bloody hell is not going to last. There are exceptions, of course of instruction. But when one company rig on the other with their 'beloved 's'relation because of some fear of dedication, and it leads to the Death of said relative…well, I 'm fairly certain THAT has a zero percentage success charge per unit. ``

King Oliver looked down in disgrace. Everything Slade was saying was true, although it was hard to confront. When he looked at Stan Laurel 's delineation, he had been living in a world in his head where he was constantly rewinding clock time, where he never went on that boat trip, where he never invited Sarah. He was thinking about the past. He never looked at the picture and envisioned a happy futurity and reconnecting with her. It was all dwelling house in the yesteryear, wallowing in regret.

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

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

Oliver stared at it inquisitively. `` What is that affair ? What do the symbolic representation on it stand for ''

'' The symbol on this thing, '' Slade said as he looked down at it sadly, `` are Buddhist eccentric symbolizing reconnecting. Of being away, and then reuniting with mortal with whom you share a oceanic abyss, unbreakable, flat making love. When Yao Fei was out on missions for the Taiwanese government, he would realise one himself, and then riposte household in lodge to give it to his daughter.

'' Eventually, he showed me how to make them as well. I 'm not fluent in Beijing dialect, but I 've memorized these symbolization and what they mean. At showtime I thought I would give them to Adeline. Well, that fell straight to hell. But there ARE people in my life who I parcel a honest, categoric erotic love with. And whenever I was out doing dangerous work I did n't know if I would come back from, I would create these souvenir, and would hold onto them, persevering throughout all sorts of circumstances because I knew I was motivated by reconnecting with the people I loved, and giving a relic to them. ``

Oliver felt an immense amount of understanding for this man who had previously mostly portrayed himself as cold-blooded. He was almost scared to ask who what loved 1 he was referring to. `` And the people that you loved… ? ``

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

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

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

'' I 've made this one for you. I want you to take this, and use it to recall about someone who loves you unconditionally. And you better nominate bloody sure that it 's NOT your dolt lady friend that you cheated on. No, you 're going to use this to help you guess about mortal who will always love you no matter what, and vice versa. And I want you to hold on to it, and think about that someone 's unconditional love, and think about the future. Think about the moment when you return from this island, where you will see that person again, and be able to present it. Use it as force. Use it to imagine about the future. ``

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

Oliver took the token and stared at it. He had been so stupid. He was focusing on Laurel - someone who likely would want nada to do with him if he got back. He was wallowing on the past, on regret, on nostalgia.

Slade was right. He needed to pore on optimism. On reconnecting with the one individual who would love him forever unconditionally for the repose of his life. The person who adored him, who loved him, who needed him in her life. 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 nous. I know exactly who I 'm going to give this to, if I… ''

'' WHEN you. ``

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

Slade smiled and then stood up and he walked towards his make-do bed. `` Well then. goodness to know. Now then, that 's the end of that object lesson. Do n't go and gestate any more sentimentality from me from this point forward. Tomorrow we pick up swords for combat, and I 'm not going to take it easy on you. ``

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

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

Throughout those four twelvemonth, Oliver kept the token on his person the total time.

And throughout those four class, he thought of Thea.

...

A few hr later after falling asleep, Oliver awoke. The grass and dirt he imagined himself sleeping on slowly transformed into the cushy mattress he was actually sleeping on in the stage day.

Still groggy from the sleep and the alcohol, he slowly re-oriented himself. He was n't on the island anymore. He was back nursing home. He was on a gentle bed, in his bedroom in the fag family line mansion.

And there was a warm torso adjacent to him. His arm was around her. His read/write head was nuzzled between her neck and shoulder.

He took a instant to run his hand up and down her trunk. She was wearing only a diminutive night-robe, and her panties. She was curled up and pressed against him, as he lay in only his boxers.

He took a moment 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 previous night. No, he had n't gone out to a ball club or anything. The ease of the night, he had stayed home, he had spent time with…

Oh God.

Speedy.

He readjusted himself, leaned over, and looked her in the face to relieve oneself sure.

At some dot when he was asleep, Speedy had come back into his room and crawled into his bed with him. The Saame way she used to do when she was small. When she had a nightmare, or was scared, and sought big chum 's comforting and loving blazon to reassure her and aid her sleep.

Oliver 's readjusting in bed caused Thea to wake up in bit. She slowly yawned, then turned around to confront 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 catch some Z's. I was having nightmares. I remembered that, years ago, when I would creep into your bed, you would always ease me, and nap succeeding to me…and whenever you did, I felt secure knew everything was okay. '' She looked down for a here and now before reconnecting with eyes. `` Listen, I know it 's dumb…I promise you do n't think of me as a dumb petty girl. ``

King Oliver was of two minds about this marriage proposal. On one hand, he loved his little baby, and wanted to reconnect with her as practically as possible, and he remembered all the times baby Speedy would get scared and he would innocently comfort her by allowing her to sleep in his bed in order to reassure her. On the early hand, he had to scramble with the fact that she was an adult now and that he was now physically attracted to her now-beautiful shape, so allowing her to sleep in his bed could potentially contain less-than-innocent connotation at this item in their lives.

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

Theia did n't say anything for a few bit, instead looking up at her big brother 's middle with an whiteness, Hope, and sadness that warmed his heart.

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

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

'' No, Ollie. It 's not like that. First of all, Bruno Walter is a nice guy, I like him and everything, but he 's not really family, we were on near terms but he could never really love me like a literal male parent. Besides, he 's gone now, who knows if he 'll total back. And Mom ? fountainhead, I mean, I know that deep down Mom loves me, but she 's so cold most of the time…so distant…and sometimes I feel like she does n't care about me a great deal at all. ``

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

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

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

'' Ollie…for five years, I 've felt like there was no one in the world who really, truly loved me. Who accepted me for who I am, despite all my misunderstanding, and was watching out for me, and would love me forever. And now, I have somebody like that back in my aliveness. Back from the dead. And even though you 've been back for a few month, I still ca n't really process it. I ca n't believe you 're tangible. I 've had so many sleepless nighttime, so many horrible nightmares…but when I was younger, when I was in your loving weapons system after having nightmares, I dozed off so soon. And now you 're back. And I still ca n't truly conceive that you 're genuine, and that you 're here. And I know the island has changed you, that you 're a different somebody now, just like I 've become a different person in the last five age ,. But I know that underneath it all, you 're still the same Ollie that I remember. ``

Reciprocating the bosom, Oliver began to tear up as he stroked her hair lovingly while she continued. `` You 've changed on the island, to be trusted. But deep down ? You 're still the same person. The like loving big buddy who used to register me bedtime stories and would tell me how much he loved me whenever I asked, and would pick me up in his coat of arms and spin me around. The same Ollie who would turn down invitations to go to party or whatever because he needed to stay home whenever I was feeling sad, lonely, or was gruesome. You 're the only someone who I knew would always love me. And for so farseeing, 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 catch some Z's in your bed tonight, Ollie. I know we 're too old for it and that people will think it 's weird or whatever, but I need to recognise that you 're here. I need to get laid that you 're back in my living, for actual. ``

Oliver knew the potential aftermath. But he could n't deny her. Not now.

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

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

He kissed her on the articulatio humeri. `` ditto mark, '' he said simply.

As the two siblings began to doze off, he thought about how often he loved her. How practically 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 weapons system at the moment. And she was wearing following to aught, while her body snuggled besides him.

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

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

But she wanted more.

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

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

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

If she knew that Oliver was just leading a normal life-time and would be there for the rest 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 least twice a calendar week. She might mislay him again. drop off this opportunity. She had to put herself out there, take a leak her true flavor known. She had to know what it was like to tinge him…to feel him. At least once. She had spent so much time thinking about it, she had to do something to further it.

She sighed and hesitated for a moment. She loved the feel of big sidekick 's fond torso against her as he spooned her. She knew she could sleep peacefully with him around her. Still, she did n't know how many other nights he would let such an transcription continue, he made it perfectly enlighten that he thought it was kind of weird. She had to walk out now, if this was ever going to happen.

Slowly and hesitantly, she reached her proper arm behind her torso. She started by placing her arm on his abs. God, they were so chiseled, so perfect. But what she really wanted to hold was just a bit low-spirited than that.

She slowly moved her arm crushed down his body. Her hand found the sharpness of his boxer shorts. She continued to proceed her hand downwards, on the outside of them, and slowly began to wrap her helping hand around the outline of his phallus through the cloth.

God, it was so big. So a great deal with child than any other guy she had ever been with. She shuddered as she considered the end statement…at the opening of `` being with '' Oliver.

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

Eventually, she decided to go for the existent affair. After a pause, her hand moved back up towards his abdominal cavity, then back down towards him. But instead of going on the exterior of his underdrawers, she slipped her script 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 rouse up in a moment and be horrified, but for this particular instant in metre, she was able to sense Ollie intimately and purely.

Her lithe fingers slowly started to move up and down his gibe, as he continued to quietly moan in his sleep as his fellow member continued to harden under her touch.

Encouraged, she began to go faster. She flipped her body around to give up her sluttish access, and moved her get out 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-class honours degree. He enjoyed the delight of whoever was touching him. Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

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

As soon as he woke up and realized who was touching him intimately, Oliver sprung out of the bed and bolted unsloped. He reached towards the Christ Within 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… '' Joseph Oliver paced back and forth across the elbow room in a panicked state. He paused, composed himself, and continued.

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

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

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

'' No, '' she said adamantly. `` I want to stay with you. Why do you want me to leave so bad ? Do n't you hump me ? ``

Oliver could n't believe this 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 entirely choice was to state her the intact awkward truth.

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

'' What do you mean ? ``

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

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

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

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

Oliver sighed for a moment. She was obviously not catching on to his clew. He would obviously have to write it out to some arcdegree, 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 thoughts, then continued. `` You started to…umm…touch me. Inappropriately. ``

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

But she was feeling particularly greedy at the here and now. She could n't serve but notice that despite his uncovering of the identity element of the somebody giving him his nocturnal rubbings, Oliver 's hardness had not softened. This was the clip. She had to go for broke. After that little display, no way was he ever letting her sleep in his bed again.

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

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

Oliver took a few minute to work on this entropy. His own Sister, his own child 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 pay him a kiss. A cryptic, internal kiss, in which there was no hiding her aim. Against his better judgment, Oliver could n't facilitate but reciprocate. Their tongues intertwined as they explored each other 's mouths passionately for a few moments.

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

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

'' Incest ? '' she said suddenly, beating him to the punch. `` Oh, really, Ollie ? It 's incest ? It 's untimely ? It 's foreclose ? According to whom, exactly ? According to fellowship ? Last I checked, neither of us were really the types of mass who really gave a crap about what 'society'cerebration. According to biology wonk ? well, I do n't experience about you, but I ESPECIALLY do n't handle about what any biological science nerds think about it. ``

'' Speedy, they have valid points. There are biological reverberation, 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 reasonableness with him.

'' Ollie ... I do n't care what anyone thinks. I do n't manage about society, about what biology people think. All I know is one thing : there is a gorgeous man standing in strawman of me right on 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 true lovemaking means, in every sense of the watchword. Will you let me shew that man how much I will always sleep together him ? And not just as a chum. ``

King Oliver 's mind was racing. He had imagined something like this occurrence, but thought it would n't. He could n't believe Thea was romantically in passion with him. He supposed it made some degree of sense…she had been through so much heartbreak and trauma. She had n't lived a pattern life, and that would screw up the emotions of any Pres 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 sorrow, and grief. But that does n't stand for we 're allowed to do something like…this. We 'll always love each other, to be sure…but not like this. Not in that way. I 'm so no-account, Thea. I never understood how deep your scathe was, how much your losses disturbed you…but I ca n't do something like this with you. It 's wrong. You need to see a psychiatrist to help sort out your notion, because as of right hand now, you…OH, GOD, THEA ! ``

Oliver wanted to extend his thought decrying the feeling of what she intended to do, but he could n't. Thea would n't let him. Partway through his speech, Thea dropped to her knee joint, yanked down his underdrawers, started to lick him intimately.

Oliver took a consequence to write himself. His piddling Sister was orally pleasuring him.

'' Thea, 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 mouth left his phallus with a popping sound, while moving her handwriting towards him to stroke him.

'' You ca n't differentiate me this does n't feel good. ``

'' Listen, Thea…oh, it does sense good. But it 's forbidden. We can't… ''

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

Oliver paused in fearfulness as he considered the consideration surrounding him at the consequence. His lilliputian sister was sucking him off. A nix act of incest. But against his wagerer judgment, he could n't lay off her. It felt too dear. It was absolutely electric, and he felt himself getting aroused both by the forbidden nature of what they were doing as well as how much it felt like a pure manifestation of love.

After several more than consequence of her taking his erect manhood in her mouth, Thea took a step back and stood up. She slowly took off her gown, exposing her perky bosom. Then, she slowly slid her panty down her thigh seductively.

His little 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 party favour, Ollie. Now it 's time for you to return the favor. ``

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

Slowly, Joseph Oliver moved his mouth towards the bed. Towards his little sister 's pussy. He opened his mouth, and began to stick his clapper in her hot wetness. God, it felt so thoroughly. He moved his tongue up and down her bouquet, savoring the taste.

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

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

His technique eventually proved to be too powerful. Thea came, unleashing her juices into his mouth.

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

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

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

'' That was amazing, Thea. I love you so a good 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 viva voce theatrical role. But we ca n't have to the full intercourse. It would be… ''

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oliver could n't think this was happening. His hammer was in her. He was having full blown sex with his Sister. With his Speedy. And despite his protestation, he could n't quite bring himself to turn back it.

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

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

'' I do n't believe you get much choice in the matter. ``

King Oliver 's eyes started to stray into the back of his head as his sister 's beautiful body continued to rebound up and down on top of him.

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

As upright as it felt, he still felt guilty, and felt the pauperism to exorcise precaution.

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

With her big blood brother 's cock buried deep inside of her, Theia looked down upon him and smiled. `` No condom necessary, Ollie. Condoms are for…OOH, RIGHT THERE ! Um, rubber are for people you are n't sure about. You do n't use condom when you 're with someone that you love…OH GOD, YES, OLLIE ! RIGHT THERE ! ``

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

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

Slowly, Thea moved upwards, detaching herself from his extremity for the prison term being. Joseph Oliver 's phallus slowly felt cold and alone.

Thea took a footstep back towards him, then looked at Oliver. `` Well, then, Oliver, do you think we should use a gumshoe ? ``

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

Thea looked back at Oliver seductively. `` Well, too bad. Not a probability, mister. I want to finger you. The actual you. All of you. And you do n't get a say in the matter. ``

'' I…umm… ''

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

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

He had so many expostulation in his headland. Or at least, he had many objections in the mind that was on his shoulders. His `` other head '' pretty a good deal had the opposite opinion and knew what it wanted.

And right now, his animalistic urge seemed to be winning out. He quickly used his mind to justify what his trunk wanted. He certainly was n't taking advantage of her…he had explained himself to her plenitude of prison term. Explained all the aftermath, gave her heap of opportunities to block off, to use precautions…she said no.

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

Time to check objecting. Enjoy the present moment. batch with the consequences tomorrow.

He moved over towards her delightful body, taking a moment to feel her perky titty and wonderfully toned figure. Then, he slowly moved his put up member towards her entrance.

'' make erotic love to me, Ollie. Enter me. ask me. ``

He did. Grabbing both sides of her ass, he guided his cock deep within her ingress, and began to displace back and forth.

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

'' I…ohh…I love you, Speedy. ``

He moved himself back and forth inside her wetness as he took her from behind, using his accuracy skills to hit all the good home inside of her as she moaned.

He could n't conceive how unlikely this felt. An erotic explosion of both virtuous 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 undulation of pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before. She felt so practically love…but was also was supremely turned on the wrongness of it all. She thought it was so immensely hot how they 're telling bon ton to get lost, and breaking all of society 's rules.

She smiled to herself as he continued to enter her. So far, everything Ollie has said to her has been about the love aspect of it all. She wanted to pick out a moment to embrace the wicked side of it as well, and figured she would want to pass on him a kicking start in that department.

After awhile, Theia spoke up again.

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

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

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

'' Well…I love you. And I always will. In the most loving and double-dyed possible way. And this is an verbal expression 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 want to film away from the fact that this is a beautiful act of pure, unconditional sexual love. But, still, that being said…well, we 're still being really naughty. ``

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

'' Well…Ollie…we both like breaking the rules of company. I ca n't deny…and I 'm sure you ca n't either…the fact that despite how pure our love is…well, the fact that this is so wrong and forbidden and we 're breaking order 's rules…well, that really turns me on. ``

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

'' Well, '' Thea smiled. `` I think we should…embrace it. Embrace the tabu and forestall nature of it all…in parliamentary law to help add to our own erotic pleasure. hold on talking about the dearest for a bit, and embrace the naughtiness. A minuscule bit of dirty talk ? ``

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

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

He picked her up by the legs and back, and he stood unsloped and moved against the bulwark. 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 buss each other.

Theia slowly whispered seductively in his ear.

'' I want you to make love me…big pal. ``

In the moment, in the pureness of their making love, it was leisurely to bury their sexual congress and concenter on the fact that this is a woman he loved. The cite of him being her 'big brother'caused him to shudder for a moment at the erotic and forbidden significance. implication that drove him wild with desire.

'' I want you to fuck your little sister 's eager pussy. petty sis wants big brother 's cock so bad. ``

He moved himself into her with a sudden thrust. She gasped, as he began to eff her up against the wall. It was a petty rougher and lupus erythematosus gentle than before.

'' This is unseasonable, Speedy. I 'm supposed to protect you…I 'm not not supposed to…OOH ! I 'm not supposed to…take advantage of you….to screwing you…. '' It was n't a existent dissent, but a continuation of their act.

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

His left helping hand explored her body, slowly caressing her ass as he continued to pump furiously. He could n't help but moan as she moved her body back and forth 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 putz ? '' he asked, continuing their charade.

'' Oh, I LOVE big brother 's big shaft. Fuck me More ! ``

Thea was so happy he had agreed to adopt the tabu for a piffling bit. As he continued to move up and down interior of her, she felt her leg scratch line to twinge as it wrapped around him. God, she could n't believe how effective he felt…for the first fourth dimension ever, she was having sex with a man. It felt a one thousand multiplication better than any of the boys she had been with. It was n't close. He was hitting every topographic point in her erogenous zones 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 view you recoil up and down on my cock while you cum. Let me feel all of it. ``

He grabbed the sides of her ass as she bounced up and down on him. Her centre rolled into the back of her principal as she moaned.

Waves of joy 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 believe his stamina - anyone else she 's ever been with would have been done 20 minutes ago.

After she finished her orgasm, Thea looked down into her comrade 's be intimate heart as her body continued to move up and down on him. She had a question for him. She could n't help it.

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

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

'' Is my pussy…your ducky kitty-cat ? ``

He shuddered and was caught off safety device. A sexual perversion of an impeccant childhood question that they had shared in the past. It was wrong, and yet turned him on, also.

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

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

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

Oliver smiled as the cleaning lady he loved most in the universe continued to ride his fellow member in an expression of true love and amativeness. He knew what she wanted to hear. And he was prepared to give up it.

'' Who 's Laurel ? ``

Thea squeed in reaction, leaning forward to hug her big brother 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 turn out hug as she explored his torso with candy kiss. He meant it, too. What he felt with Laurel was nothing compared to this.

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

He announced his purpose. `` Thea…I 'm about to fetch up soon. Real soon, in fact. You should probably get off of me…you should let me finish in your backtalk, in your hands, whatever you prefer… ''

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

Theia continued to spiral her rose hip as she straddled him. She did n't give a follow-up response to that comment.

King Oliver continued to feel stuffy and closer to the point of dismissal. Slowly, he realized what Theia was implying by her refusal to get off of him.

'' postponement, '' 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 cause, he felt powerless. Theia 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 rag him, Oliver thought about the conditional relation 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 experience you. I want to feel all of you…inside me. It 's ok, Ollie. I 'm on the pill. ``

Oliver knew it was damage, but he could n't adjudge it any longer. He came. He came as his little Speedy 's snatch surrounded him, and he shot load after dilute inside of her.

'' Oh….YES ! GIVE IT TO ME ! FILL ME UP, BIG buddy ! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ! ``

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

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

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

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

The absolute pure moving ridge of pleasure started to fade from Oliver as he considered the consequences of what he had just done.

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

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

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

Oh god, Oliver thought. She 's crying. Of form she would be. Her perverted big brother 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 bust of joy. Of love. I 've never been so happy in my lifespan. I love you so a lot, and am so glad I got to feel you. ``

Oliver was relieved to hear this, and kissed her on the mouth again. She turned around and started to spoon him again as he put his arm around her. Thea started to snooze off, in a state of absolute bliss.

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

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

Oliver 's first dream were utter. About his undying and ageless love for Theia, and how much love they had shared. Recreating the experience. Thinking about walking on air in the future. How they had spent the night together in an electrifying cloud nine of true love.

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

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

A man in a green lens hood and masquerade had broken in. The interloper held a bow and arrow in King Oliver 's face.

At first, Joseph Oliver thought that this man was the iniquity Sagittarius, the aper. How had he found out about his identity, about his home ?

But then, Oliver inspected the intruder further. No, this was not the night Sagittarius the Archer, not a copycat. This was the real thing. The Starling City Vigilante. The man who sought to bring Justice Department to the distasteful and evil.

Himself.

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

'' King Oliver world-beater, '' 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 same. 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 years ago.

'' Confess your crime, '' the vigilance man coldly said to Oliver.

'' Okay, okay ! '' Oliver replied, scared. `` I 'll fink. I 'm hangdog of the crime of… '' he paused. He could n't bear to say it.

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

Oliver finally broke down and admitted it. `` O.K., okeh. I 'm hangdog of the crime of…incest. I had sex with my own little baby. My minuscule sister, who I should be protecting…I took advantage of her instead. I had sex with her. ``

His vigilance man alter-ego stared at him. `` You will confess your crimes to the police, and serve your time. You are scum, and a scourge on humans that should be wiped out. ``

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

...

Oliver finally awoke again, for good this time. The coarse Christ Within of morning jolted him awake as he lay in his bed. He tried to compose himself as he processed the outcome of the late night.

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

Still, he knew, had just committed the preclude act of incest. He had intimate relations with his own sis. A person he loved unconditionally. Who looked up to him, looked to him for guidance.

His perverted incestuous desires had led him to stimulate 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 mortal who was always supposed to wait out for her and protect her, had instead taken advantage of her. Had slept with her. He was scum.

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

As he neared the hind end of the step, he heard whistling. Happy whistling.

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

'' Ollie ! '' she squealed. `` full sunrise ! I 'm cooking us up some waffles ! Your favorite, I know ! ``

She shuffled over towards him, and draped her branch around him as she looked up into her beloved 's eyes. She gazed at him adoringly for a few consequence, before moving her lips to try to meet his, attempting to pop out a deep kiss.

He turned his boldness away immediately.

'' Ollie ? '' she said with a trace 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 arms still draped around him, Thea furrowed her optic as she addressed him. `` Oliver Jonas queer, do n't you dare. Do n't you DARE find guilty about the sexual love we shared. ``

'' But Thea…I…we… ''

'' Took reward of me ? concluding I checked, I was the one who started it. And I 'm an adult now, who can reach my own decisions. Who can make my own choices….and, well…I choose you ! ``

She moved her head towards him again to kiss him. This clock time, he could n't help but reciprocate. Their natural language twirled against each other as they embraced. He knew it was wrong. 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 tactile sensation 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 suppose about that for a mo, '' she said as she pretended to mull. `` I 'm going to go with…..nope ! ``

'' Speedy… ''

'' Ollie. IF you said that you did n't like it, that you did n't love me, that you wanted to hold back because you do n't palpate THAT kind of passion for me…well, I would be okay with that. But that 's not the lawsuit. You loved it. And you love me. And not just like a sister. We 're right for each former, Ollie. The only rationality you want to halt is because you think we might get caught. But we wo n't get enamor ! ``

He supposed she had a point. He could n't fully wrap his head around it before, but he was truly in making love with her. Romantically. And their lovemaking had been the purest look in the world…her judgment pretty much absolved him of the guiltiness that was eating away at him. So really, the only when thing he was really worried 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 ? ``

Theia was ready for that doubt. She had been going over that take question for calendar month. `` We have to be careful. Only when Mom is n't here. And if she is here, well, we can use your abandoned night club. I 'm sure you have some sort of secret room access or lair under it, right ? ``

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

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

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

'' Speedy, I… '' he could n't bring himself to finish the time. After everything they had shared, he could n't bring in himself to lie anymore.

'' Do n't worry, Ollie. It 's okay. We 'll economize that discussion for another day, '' she smiled. `` As it stands, Mom 's still going to be gone for the next few 24-hour interval, so we 'll have that clock time to discuss our options. And then maybe discuss your extracurricular activeness, as well. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Ollie ? ``

'' Yeah ? He stood up again to run into her. ``

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

Then, she detached, and smiled sweetly at him.

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

The End

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