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Ashley’s thoughts about Crane, Elara and Sarah.
There was always something about Ashley. The youngest of the family, she had been coddled and adored, the golden child with a sharp tongue and a quicker mind. She thrived under the gaze of doting parents, basked in the warmth of their over-attentive care. But life has a way of eroding even the strongest pedestals, and Ashley’s came crashing down the moment their parents left her and Elara alone.
At first, Ashley adapted effortlessly, seizing the opportunity to assert her dominance over her older sister. Her transformation was swift and precise, a pivot from pampered child to commanding presence. Ashley knew how to wield authority, and Elara, for reasons Ashley hadn’t fully unraveled, submitted without question. The dynamic was intoxicating—a game Ashley played expertly. But like all games, it was only a matter of time before she met a player far better than herself.
“You’re coming with me tomorrow,” Ashley announced suddenly, her tone leaving no room for debate.
Elara glanced up, her fingers pausing briefly on the shirt she was folding. “Where?” she asked, her voice soft, careful not to provoke Ashley.
Ashley rolled her eyes. “Shopping. I’ve been dying to get a few things, and since you’re the one Grandpa gave the money to, it’s only fair you pay.” She smirked, the power dynamic clear in her tone. “Unless you’d rather tell him how much you’ve been slacking lately.”
Elara didn’t protest. She nodded quietly, as Crane had taught her. Resistance only made things worse. “Okay,” she said simply.
Ashley’s grin widened, pleased with her easy compliance. To her, this was just another example of how she had taken charge. She couldn’t see how her confidence, her belief that she was running the show, was part of Crane’s larger plan.
The next day, Ashley strode through the mall with an energy that bordered on giddiness. She darted from one store to the next, her eyes lighting up at every display. Elara followed a step behind, carrying the bags that quickly accumulated in her hands.
“You’re so slow,” Ashley teased, tossing another blouse into Elara’s arms. “Keep up, will you? We’re just getting started.”
Elara didn’t respond, her focus on keeping pace and keeping her sister satisfied. Ashley, oblivious to her sister’s exhaustion, reveled in the thrill of picking out items she’d never have been able to buy on her own. Every time Elara swiped the card, Ashley felt a rush of satisfaction.
“This one,” Ashley said, holding up a designer dress. She twirled it in front of herself, admiring the way it shimmered under the store lights. “It’s perfect, right?”
Elara nodded, her voice quiet. “It’s beautiful.”
Ashley smirked, handing it to Elara. “Good. Add it to the pile.”
The cashier raised an eyebrow at the growing stack of items Elara was purchasing but said nothing as the total climbed higher and higher. Ashley didn’t care. In her mind, this was a reward for being the one holding the household together.
As they left the store, Ashley slung one of the bags over her shoulder, her grin wide. “You know,” she said, her tone casual, “it’s kind of funny. You used to boss me around all the time. Now look at us.”
Elara hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “I just want to make things easier,” she said finally, her words careful.
Ashley laughed, nudging her sister with her elbow. “Yeah, easier for me,” she teased. “But hey, I’m not complaining. It’s about time you figured out how this should work.”
As they continued through the mall, Ashley’s confidence grew. She was in control—of the money, of the house, of Elara. Or so she thought.
What Ashley didn’t see, what she couldn’t have known, was how deliberate it all was. Crane had guided Elara to this moment, ensuring that she would yield completely to Ashley’s demands. Each indulgence Ashley claimed, every inch of control she thought she had won, was a carefully laid trap.
By the time they returned home, Ashley was practically glowing. She dumped her bags onto the couch, flopping down beside them with a satisfied sigh. “That was fun,” she declared. “We should do it again soon.”
Elara nodded, quietly unpacking the bags and sorting through the items. Her movements were calm, practiced, but inside, her thoughts churned. Crane’s words echoed in her mind: Feed her ego. Make her feel powerful. She’ll come to me willingly.
Ashley glanced over at her sister, her grin fading slightly as a thought struck her. “You’re not this nice for no reason,” she said suspiciously. “What’s going on?”
Elara hesitated, her hands freezing mid-motion. “Nothing,” she said quickly, her voice too soft to be convincing.
Ashley narrowed her eyes, leaning forward. “You’re hiding something,” she said sharply. “And I’m going to find out what it is.”
Elara didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the clothes in front of her. She knew better than to argue. She also knew that this, too, was part of Crane’s plan.
Ashley had heard the name whispered more than once, always in hushed tones, always from Elara’s lips. Crane. The man who had seemingly turned her confident, rebellious sister into someone meek and servile. The name stuck in Ashley’s mind, not because of what Elara said—she had revealed almost nothing of substance—but because of how she said it. Reverence laced her tone, a quiet awe that Ashley couldn’t ignore.
She wanted to understand. No—she needed to understand. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was a nagging itch at the back of her mind, an unanswered question that threatened to drive her mad. Who was this man? And how had he undone Elara so completely?
Her opportunity came when their grandfather arrived to drop off another envelope of cash. Ashley was already irritated, having to juggle his questions and play the role of the responsible, capable sister. The moment he left, Ashley turned to Elara, her voice sharp.
“I want to meet him,” she said abruptly.
Elara froze, her expression shifting to one of quiet panic. “Meet who?” she asked, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
“Crane,” Ashley said simply. “You’re not hiding him from me anymore. If he’s so amazing, let me see for myself.”
Elara hesitated, her mind racing. She knew Crane would want her to agree—he had planted this moment in her mind long before Ashley’s demand. But the thought of Ashley entering his world made her stomach churn. “It’s not that simple,” she said finally.
Ashley smirked, crossing her arms. “Sure it is. You tell him I’m coming. And unless you want me to tell Grandpa or Mom and Dad about all the crap you’ve been hiding, you’ll do it.”
Elara swallowed hard, her head nodding almost imperceptibly. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll tell him.”
The evening of the meeting came quickly, and Ashley’s confidence grew with every step toward Crane’s home. She expected to find a man who would crumble under her sharp wit, someone who had manipulated her sister but wouldn’t dare try the same tricks on her. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Crane opened the door himself, his calm demeanor and piercing gaze catching Ashley off guard. He didn’t seem surprised to see her—in fact, he looked as though he had been expecting her for years.
“You must be Ashley,” he said smoothly, his voice low and measured. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
Ashley stepped inside, her posture straight and her chin held high. “Let’s get one thing straight,” she said, her tone sharp. “I’m not my sister. You can’t just—”
“Make you see the truth?” Crane interrupted, his voice calm. “Of course not. You’re far more… complex than Elara.”
The words threw Ashley off balance, her prepared speech dissolving as Crane gestured for her to sit. She hesitated for a moment before sinking into the plush chair across from him. Elara hovered near the doorway, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her presence a silent reminder of the power Crane wielded.
Crane leaned forward, his gaze steady. “You’re not here by accident,” he said softly. “You’ve been watching, wondering, trying to understand. Haven’t you?”
Ashley’s lips pressed into a thin line, her pride warring with the flicker of doubt in her chest. “Maybe,” she said finally, her voice quieter than she intended. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall for whatever game you’re playing.”
Crane smiled faintly, his posture relaxed. “This isn’t a game, Ashley. It’s an awakening. And whether you realize it or not, you’re already a part of it.”
Ashley leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed as she studied Crane. The man was calm, collected, and impossibly sure of himself—qualities that unnerved her more than she wanted to admit. She had expected to find a fraud, someone she could pick apart with her sharp tongue and unrelenting questions. Instead, she found herself on the defensive, her usual confidence fraying under his steady gaze.
“You’ve got Elara wrapped around your finger,” Ashley said bluntly, gesturing toward her sister, who stood silently near the door. “She’d probably jump off a bridge if you told her to.”
Crane smiled faintly, his eyes flicking briefly to Elara. “Elara,” he said smoothly, his voice a quiet command, “come here.”
Elara moved instantly, her steps light and purposeful as she approached him. She knelt gracefully at his side, her head bowed, assuming her Inspection position. Her arms tucked tightly behind her back.. Ashley’s smirk faltered, her stomach twisting as she watched the display.
“See?” she said, her voice tinged with unease. “Exactly what I mean. She doesn’t even think for herself anymore.”
Crane’s gaze shifted back to Ashley, his smile unwavering. “Elara thinks more clearly now than she ever has,” he said evenly. “She understands her place, her purpose. Something you’ve yet to discover for yourself.”
Ashley scoffed, leaning forward. “Oh, please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Spare me the cryptic bullshit. I know exactly who I am.”
“Do you?” Crane asked softly, his tone unchallenging but firm. “Or are you just playing a role? The dutiful ten year old daughter, the dominant sister—none of it real, all of it performative. A mask to hide the uncertainty underneath.”
Ashley bristled, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair. “You don’t know me,” she snapped. “Don’t pretend you do.”
Crane leaned back, his posture relaxed. “I don’t need to know you,” he said calmly. “You’ve already revealed everything I need to see.”
Ashley opened her mouth to retort, but before she could speak, Crane turned to Elara. “Tea,” he said simply.
Elara rose smoothly, her movements fluid as she left the room to fulfill the command. Ashley watched her go, her brow furrowing. “You really have her trained, don’t you?” she muttered.
Crane’s smile widened slightly. “I’ve helped her embrace who she truly is,” he said. “And I can do the same for you, Ashley.”
Elara returned moments later, carrying a tray with a teapot and two cups. She set it down carefully on the table between Ashley and Crane, her hands steady despite the tension in the room. Crane poured the tea, his movements deliberate as he slid one cup toward Ashley.
“Drink,” he said, his tone light but commanding.
Ashley hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the steaming cup. “No,” she said finally, her voice firm. “I don’t need to drink anything to see through you.”
Crane’s expression didn’t change, his calm demeanor unwavering. “As you wish,” he said simply, taking a sip from his own cup before setting it down.
Ashley’s defiance grew, her lips curling into a smirk. “See? Whatever you’re trying to pull, it’s not going to work on me.”
Crane didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced at Elara, who knelt once more at his side. “Elara,” he said softly, “show her how deeply you trust me.”
Elara nodded, her movements graceful as she shifted toward Sarah, who had entered the room quietly moments before. The sight of Sarah startled Ashley—her sister’s former friend was noticeably pregnant, her rounded belly a stark reminder of how far this strange dynamic had gone.
Elara reached out, her hands resting gently on Sarah’s swollen stomach. Sarah mirrored the gesture, their fingers brushing lightly as they caressed each other’s growing bellies. The intimacy of the act sent a jolt of unease through Ashley, her confidence faltering.
“What the hell is this?” Ashley demanded, her voice rising.
Neither Elara nor Sarah answered. Instead, Elara leaned closer to Sarah, their faces mere inches apart. Ashley’s stomach twisted as she watched Elara’s lips press softly against Sarah’s, their kiss lingering in a way that felt both deliberate and alien.
“Stop,” Ashley said sharply, her voice tinged with desperation. “What are you doing?”
Crane leaned forward slightly, his voice low and soothing. “They’re showing you what trust looks like,” he said. “What true connection feels like.”
Ashley shook her head, her breathing quickening. “This is insane,” she muttered. “You’ve turned them into… into—”
“Into themselves,” Crane interrupted gently. “They’re not afraid anymore, Ashley. You don’t have to be, either.”
Ashley barely had time to react before Elara and Sarah rose in unison. They moved toward her with a grace that was almost unsettling, their hands gentle but firm as they reached for her. She jerked back instinctively, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Don’t touch me,” Ashley snapped, her voice sharp but shaky as she held her ground. “What the hell are you even doing?”
Crane didn’t flinch at her outburst. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady and composed, as though he had expected this. “They’re showing you what true devotion looks like,” he said softly. “You don’t need to join them if you’re not ready. Just watch.”
Elara and Sarah exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them before they moved closer together. Sarah reached out first, her fingers brushing softly against Elara’s cheek, her touch tender and deliberate. Elara leaned into the gesture, her eyes fluttering closed as a faint smile graced her lips.
Ashley’s stomach twisted as she watched. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice rising. “You’re just… performing for him?”
Crane’s voice was calm, almost soothing. “This isn’t for me,” he said simply. “This is for them. To show you what it means to trust, to let go of fear.”
Elara reached out, her hands settling gently on Sarah’s waist, her movements deliberate as she drew her closer. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, and Ashley found herself unable to look away, despite the unease churning inside her.
“This is insane,” Ashley muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Crane’s gaze remained fixed on her, his expression unreadable. “Is it?” he asked softly. “Or is it the freedom you’ve been afraid to see?”
Elara and Sarah moved closer, their touches growing more deliberate, their connection deepening as they followed Crane’s quiet guidance. The room seemed to close in around Ashley, the intensity of the moment wrapping around her like a vise.
And as the scene unfolded, the carefully constructed walls around Ashley’s mind began to crack.
Elara reached out, her hands settling gently on Sarah’s waist, her movements deliberate as she drew her closer. The intimacy of the moment was undeniable, a quiet magnetism that seemed to draw the air from the room. Sarah’s hands rose to meet Elara’s, her fingers resting lightly over the curve of her swollen belly, their movements synchronized in an unspoken rhythm.
Ashley’s chest tightened as she watched, her gaze flickering between their faces. Elara’s eyes held a serene calm, her expression soft and open, while Sarah’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. Their connection was almost tangible, a silent conversation that Ashley couldn’t hear but could feel in the pit of her stomach.
“Is this… normal for you?” Ashley’s voice broke through the tension, though it came out quieter than she intended, more uncertain than she wanted.
Neither Elara nor Sarah answered. Instead, Elara’s hands slid upward, tracing the line of Sarah’s sides with a gentleness that seemed almost reverent. Sarah tilted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Elara’s in a moment of shared understanding. Slowly, deliberately, Sarah leaned in, her breath catching as their foreheads touched, the space between them charged with a quiet intensity.
Ashley’s unease grew, her hands gripping the armrests of her chair. She wanted to look away, to push herself back to the safety of distance, but her body betrayed her, her eyes fixed on the unfolding scene as though rooted by an unseen force.
Elara’s fingers brushed Sarah’s chin, tilting it upward as their gazes locked. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Only trust. Only surrender. Elara leaned forward, her lips parting slightly, the scent of lust hung heavy in the air. The realization of impending motherhood filled them with awe and wonderment. They both understood this connection stretched beyond friendship; this moment transcended simple teenage experimentation or youthful rebellion.
Sarah laid back onto the plush living room rug, invitingly exposing her swollen stomach. Elara lowered herself on top, pressing her own baby bump softly onto Sarah’s, joining their spirits temporarily until they merged completely. Passions flared anew, ignited once again by the knowledge of two women creating life inside them. No longer naive children, unsure of their wants, Elara knew exactly how hard Sarah wanted it. She wanted it deeply too. And no force on Earth could separate them now. Not when they were both ready to embrace their love fully, irrevocably, eternally. “I need you.” whispered Elara breathlessly, leaning in closer still, hovering over Sarah’s exposed body. Eyes closed, lost in thoughts of mutual desire, neither noticed the other slowly spread her legs wider. Feeling brave and reckless, they gave in wholly. Nothing mattered but their shared ecstasy. Every stroke sent shivers racing along Elara’s spine, sending pulses pounding stronger than ever before. She slid upward just enough to run her palms over every curve, marveling at their roundness. A flicker crossed Sarah’s face: uncertainty tempered by excitement. Her heart fluttered nervously as Elara continued to stroke her growing abdomen, making soft cooing sounds of approval. Pausing only to catch her breath, Elara kissed Sarah fully on the mouth, devouring every sweet inch of her beautiful lips, moaning wantonly, pushing her hand harder and faster against Sarah’s sensitive pussy.
Sarah’s hand had slipped stealthily beneath Elara’s panties, playing tenderly with her dampened, engorged clitoris, rubbing vigorously. Instinctively, without conscious thought, Elara’s knees parted widely, granting easy access. This action flooded her mind with memories of past encounters, stolen moments of pleasure, sexual experiments hidden shamefully from parents and peers alike. Emboldened, embattled by desire, she found herself enjoying every second of it. Moisture pooled between their legs, oozing out of their soaking wet vaginas, drenching each other’s fingers. Breathing shallow, quickly, ragged, Elara tried concentrating on her own sensations. She loved how good it felt having someone else control her orgasms.
Crying out hoarsely, gasping in staccato bursts, they clung passionately to each other, trembling madly. In unison, their entire world exploded in an intense orgasm of mind-blowing proportions. As they collapsed exhausted, spent, splayed upon the floor together, their faces mirrored utter bliss. Never before did either experience anything quite like this. A mixture of relief and happiness coursed through them as they realized their actions hadn’t been a mistake after all…they simply needed to share this moment, live freely amongst equals. Free from judgement, free from restraint, just free.
Now content, they laid side-by-side.
Ashley sat frozen, her body stiff, her mind reeling. Her sharp, defiant demeanor had crumbled under the weight of what she’d just witnessed. She had come here confident, sure of her ability to see through the façade, to resist whatever strange hold Crane had over Elara and Sarah. But now, her certainty was gone, shattered by the raw, unfiltered intensity of the moment that had unfolded before her.
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat loud and insistent, drowning out the thoughts she struggled to organize. What was that? How could they—? She couldn’t finish the thought, her mind recoiling from the realization that it wasn’t just the act that disturbed her. It was how they looked now—utterly content, blissful, as though they’d unlocked some secret truth she had yet to understand.
Ashley’s throat tightened as a wave of unfamiliar emotions coursed through her. She wanted to scoff, to laugh it off, to convince herself that what she’d seen was nothing more than delusion, weakness masquerading as liberation. But deep down, she couldn’t deny the curiosity, the gnawing thought that perhaps they had found something real—something she, for all her sharp wit and control, had never even come close to touching.
Her gaze flicked to Crane, who stood quietly nearby, his presence calm and steady, as though the scene before them had been a natural culmination of events. He wasn’t gloating or smirking. Instead, he watched her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes seemed to see through her entirely, as though he already knew what she was thinking.
Ashley’s hands clenched into fists, her nails biting into her palms as she forced herself to break eye contact. She felt a surge of anger—not at Crane, not at Elara or Sarah, but at herself. For even entertaining the idea that there was something here worth understanding. For feeling the pull of it, faint but undeniable.
No, she told herself, standing abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. The sound startled Elara and Sarah, who stirred slightly but didn’t look up. Their blissful expressions remained unchanged, etched with a serenity that only made Ashley’s chest tighten further.
“I’m done,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. She didn’t look at Crane, didn’t dare meet his gaze again. “This is… this is insane. You’ve all lost it.”
Crane’s voice was quiet, almost kind, as he replied. “You’re free to leave, Ashley. No one’s forcing you to stay.”
The simplicity of his words, the lack of pressure, made her pause for a fraction of a second. But she pushed the hesitation aside, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. She felt his gaze on her back, steady and unyielding, as though it were a thread she couldn’t quite shake loose.
As she stepped out into the cool night air, Ashley’s hands trembled slightly, and she shoved them into her pockets to hide it from herself. Her thoughts churned, her confidence fraying with every step away from Crane’s house. She had escaped. She had resisted. But deep down, she couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that perhaps she hadn’t won.
Perhaps she was just delaying the inevitable.
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