An Angel in mortality - Part I

Warning: Incest

Fumbling in her pockets to find her keys, Sara tried to clear her head of the events that had taken place in the last 24 hours: running away from her mother and everyone who she knew to the world ahead, a world without certainty, the path of her life that she had seen so clearly now clouded. All she had had was now lost, and now where was she? In a rented apartment which seemed a million miles away from home.

But there was no home now. No going back.

All of her friends would think her crazy,
...but I guess they're not my friends anymore
but Sara didn't care. Not truly, for she had what she wanted.

Finding the keys, she struggled and put them into the lock of the deep brown elegantly, yet now worse for wear, paneled door, and grasping the key with her slender hands, twisted it till she heard the rusty lock squeak then click open. Taking the key out of the lock, she moved the door handle down.

Pushing the door wide open, she called into the dark living room, "Setsuna-chan", but hearing no reply, threw down her bag miserably and put the key into the lock on the inside.

Kicking off her shoes, she flopped down onto the sofa, not caring to be graceful.

Oh brother, I had so hoped you would be here.
Tears forming in Sara's eyes, she thought
'That's right...you're my brother, how I wish this wasn't so! My own mind rebels against my heart, and sometimes, I feel as though I've made the wrong choice in coming here with you, abandoning all of my friends and everyone I've ever cared about. But oh Setsuna, that isn't true; whenever I see you I know I've done the right thing and that it's worth it, just to be happy, just to be with you... How could I be happy without you?'

"That's why I need you here now!"

By now Sara was sobbing, her eyes stung with this self loathing that she felt whenever she thought about this ever so sensitive topic of her forbidden love for her brother, a love that had exiled her from a once familiar world, once familiar feelings.

She lay down her head onto the rented sofa, the rough fibers scraping against her perfectly formed ivory cheek, tears clinging to the fabric forming a bond between her and this coarse piece of haphazard furniture.

Burying her face into the sofa, she wept shamelessly now that it covered her face, tear drops falling one by confused one creating damp salt pools around her eyes.

***

Arriving back at the flat after walking amongst the people of the city, shopping for the minimum requirements needed (little money taking part in this) food, towels and a paperback novel about a boy who finds himself in love with an angel, Setsuna was feeling better, more normal... no more like the reincarnate of the organic angel Alexiel, or so he had been told.

He stepped up to the front door, key in hand, and pushed it halfway into the lock, where it stuck. Confused, he took the key out and tried again.

Nope, nothing.

It was only the third day Setsuna had been in the rented flat that he had taken refuge in when his mother has commanded him to leave, and he hoped that the lock on the door wasn't bust. He didn't have the money to replace it, and didn't think the landlady would accept the excuse that all he has is love in his heart, and as poor man caring for his lady friend, could she let him off this once.

She looked like a mean old brute, and he had upheld this opinion since the first time had met her, lip curled to a snarl, teeth bared; he had hardly been able to force himself to go and speak to her. But there weren't any other flats available to rent this cheap at the time, so he had had no choice.

And when he finally did take those nervous steps towards her and said "Hello", she responded with a grunt and blew a load of smoke in his face from the cigarette hanging limply from the mouth, as if it was getting the life sucked out of it by this foul creature. The worst thing was that when Setsuna had pondered on the cigarette's well being, he had also noticed a thick line of coarse hair dotted upon her upper lip.

He may have failed to notice it immediately, but ever since, every time he saw her in the apartment block that was the first thing he would observe.

Laughing nervously, he realized what the matter was.

Sara's key was in the lock on the other side.

This could mean one of two things:

1) Sara had left her keys in the door by mistake, locked the door and gone to bed.
2) Sara had left her keys in the door by mistake, not locked it *oh dear Lord give me luck* and gone to bed.

If number one was the case, the Setsuna could do jack shit about it, but if it was the second then well the heavens should be praised.

Hah, heavens. I'm getting a sense of déjà vu here...

Closing his hand around the door handle, the pushed down on the stubborn thing, shopping bags hitting his leg as they swung from his other arm.

"Oh fuck...locked out. Now what am I supposed to do? Nothing can wake Sara when she's sleeping!" Setsuna grumbled and thumped the door with his fist, pain searing up through his arm at contact with the wood.

And the door swung open noisily...

***

Sara woke to find herself no longer under attack from the vulgar sofa but lying down under warm sheets (which she presumed was cotton, it felt light yet safe) and wondering where she was and just how she had gotten there. Feeling secure under the warm covers, she opened her eyes and pretty soon felt foolish as she saw her bedroom dimly lit by the street lights coming through a crack in the blinds.

Looking to her left she saw Setsuna sleeping beside her.

So graceful. Beautiful, beautiful brother. He must have carried me to bed... Loves me so... I'm so happy with you Setsuna, and I will tell you that everything has been worth the struggle for this existence that I now share with you... so precious, so loving.

Getting up out of bed, she looked down to realize she was still in her clothes from the day before, now apprehending why she had felt hot. The nylon tights clung to her smooth legs, and the plain white blouse that hung loosely off her breasts was now creased creating the illusion of folds in the material.

Walking out of the bedroom and through the living room, Sara arrived at the kitchen and turning the lights on, was stunned by the harsh white beams that illuminated the pale room.

Letting her eyes adjust for a moment, she felt around for the right cupboard and took out a glass. Reopening her eyes, she moved to the sink and turned on the tap, filling her glass with the cold water that streamed from it.

She flipped the light switch to the kitchen and the kitchen was once again covered in blackness apart from the crack of light coming from the living room's windows as the curtains still hadn't been put up yet, and talking gulps from her glass, walked back through the bedroom into the bathroom.

The bathroom was pale pink, almost a pinkish red, in colour and was the most elegant room of the entire apartment. It had a grand sized shower, big enough for at least two people to be in at once, and compensated for the fact that there wasn't a bath. Its door was cream and you could see the grain of the wood under the paint, two of its four panels had been cut out, frosted glass in place of wood.

Twisting the doorknob, Sara entered the bathroom but left the door open to let the soft light from the bedroom faintly illuminate the small space. This way, not only would she not wake Setsuna by letting the harsh light hit his striking features, head lying relaxed upon the lush pillow.

Stunning...

She turned on the shower, the water dropping so lightly it felt like snow on Sara's hand.

Bringing her hands to her waist, she carefully undid first the three buttons on the left, and then the one on the inside right that held her petite skirt up. Letting it drop to the ground, she moved onto to the tights, pushing the elasticated waistband off her slender hips, revealing milky skin underneath.

***

Setsuna had woken as he heard the cupboard door shut from the kitchen, light sleep that he was, but had presumed it was Sara and remained lying down, trying to drift into sleep again. However, having heard her walk back into the bedroom, he opened his eyes to look upon her, an angel trapped in a mortal's body.

But then again, angels didn't seem that beautiful anymore...

Yes, Sara was above the angels, holding his love only, she shone in his eyes, and his eyes were possessive, jealous of others who looked upon his divine Eurydice, scared to look back in case she might vanish, but so tempted to just check she's there. And when he does turn round, she, a beam of light walks among others, their gaze like a moth to a flame and spite is all Setsuna can feel to these people.

Her slender form appeared through the door, dressed in her creased day clothes, and she walked with her head up, no longer the self conscious beauty that she was in front of others. Feeling guilt to look upon her in her most vulnerable form, Setsuna tried to look away, but was captivated by her, as always.

He had watched her with fascination, everything she did in this precious time of self confidence; the way she had run her fingers over the door as she had reached for the bathroom door handle, like it was precious; how she had paused to look at the room admiringly, her stance one of complete serenity; her form almost flowing as she reached to turn on the shower, so simple yet so enthralling was her grace.

And then Setsuna felt his heart beat faster as Sara's hands unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor, her perfectly formed legs in full view. Mesmerized, Setsuna had watched her hands returned to her waist once more and slowly, ever so slowly, (or at least it seemed that way), pull down her tights, revealing the soft, supple skin under them.

All at once, Setsuna felt a deep stirring in his groin, not at all unfamiliar, but it made him realize just how easily she could turn him on.

Sara proceeded to bend over, pulling the tights off over her feet, revealing to her unknown watcher, her delicate panties, pale pink, what looked like lace, barely covering smooth curves,

At this Setsuna could hardly contain himself, and feelings he had once felt dirty about having were free to express themselves. And boy was this expression! He could feel what seemed like his entire essence rush to his groin and was overcome with a new, guiltless, raw lust at the sight of Sara who had induced this emotion.

Slowly and as silently as he could manage, Setsuna raised himself for the bed, trying to prevent himself from rushing to hold her and take her there and then and also trying not to be seen. He didn't want her to be the shy girl around him anymore, but he couldn't exactly let her know he'd been watching.

As her thumbs touched the sides of her delicate underwear, Setsuna crept forward...
On to Part II...