Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen - Spoiled Princesses

Author's note; small intimate scene somewhere below.

Francis Madeline Miller was not happy. She had been forced into this pink confection of tulle and sequins and made to attend a party, which was really boring and all of the attention was upon her big brother and that ugly girl! Where were the balloons? Where were the unicorn decorations? Where were the presents all wrapped up in pretty paper and topped off with shiny bows? Lala, her nanny, was trying to mollify her with sweet foods and cake, but it wasn't even chocolate!

Some adults tried to speak with her, saying how adorable she looked in her pretty dress, with false smiles. She knew these smiles, they were what some of the maids used when speaking with daddy and big brother Mark, when mummy wasn't around. They were, 'I don't mean it, but I want something' smiles. "What a lovely dress!" The girl who had accompanied the man who said he was mummy's second cousin cooed. "You look just like a princess!"

"Lady," Francis looked up with large blue eyes and tilted her round face to one side. The girl blinked and gave her a indulgent smile. "Do you have children?"

"Oh no," the girl chuckled slightly, "I'm too young for children!"

Francis looked her up and down with the eyes of a shrewd eight year old and thought to herself; you really ought to get on with it! But instead she offered some advice. "If you do, don't dress her up like a cupcake. Not all girls like pink." And with those words of 'wisdom' she walked off, leaving the girl stunned and her nanny apologising on her behalf.

The child then scanned the remaining crowd. Not a single person was around her age. So she decided to pour her grievances to her big brother Mark. Except, when she found him, she realised belatedly that she had found the wrong person. This man, who had turned when she called out his name, had blond hair, was paler than Mark and had lighter eyes. "You are not big brother Mark," she said accusingly.

"No, I'm Owen," the man replied, kneeling so that he could see eye to eye with her.  She approved.  She hated when adults looked down on her, like just because they were taller than her that somehow they were better than her!  This did not include daddy and big brother Mark of course, daddy bought her gifts that she wanted and big brother Mark played with her during his visits.  Big brother Karl was okay, but he was always so busy and told her off when she interrupted his phone calls.  He was always on the phone!  Even mummy told him off for using the phone at dinner!  As for mummy, well mummy was in her bad books at the moment, she made her wear this ugly dress and come to this boring party!

Francis looked at the pale eyed boy who looked a little like big brother Mark and realised why.  She had heard the maids gossiping about it.  This was her other brother, the one who had to live in another house because he did not share the same mummy as her and her other big brothers.  Why that was a problem, she did not know.  Plenty of boys and girls at school had more than one mummy or daddy and had brothers and sisters who were considered only half.

"You are my big brother Owen?" She asked.  The boy's eyes widened, but he nodded to say that this was true.  "Mummy doesn't like you." She stated, bluntly.

But the boy just laughed slightly and said; "I know."

"What do you think of my dress?" She asked, suddenly.

Owen glanced over the pink confection, with a slight wince.  He had once loved feminine clothes, especially with frills and dazzle, but seriously, even Kez would not have been caught dead in this!  "Honestly?" He asked and she nodded.  "It's very over the top.  I think a paler pink or a baby blue would have been better with a flowy skirt, so when you spin around, it rises in the air."  Francis' eyes glittered in interest, so Owen drew on his fashion experiences.  "Do you like flowers?" She shook her head. "That's a shame, so instead of flowers we should put stars on the collar... and what else..."

"Unicorns!"  Owen chuckled and nodded in approval.

"Yes, lets have a beautiful scene on the fabric, where a mystical winged unicorn is flying through a starry sky!"

"But then, shouldn't the dress be indigo or midnight blue?" asked the very tall man who had been standing with big brother Owen.

Big brother looked up at him with a warm smile.  "I think Francis would look very pretty in a dress of indigo.  With a sparkly purple belt around the middle," he added, though Francis' pert nose wrinkled at the suggestion.  "Every girl should have a little touch of glitter in their lives."

Francis thought about it for a moment.  "Alright," she said finally.  "I approve."

*****

From across the hall, a radiant woman in a long mermaid dress of gold and soft lace glanced over at the two siblings making their acquaintance and tugged her fiancé's arm to gain his attention.  "Who is little Francis speaking with?" She asked.  "She seems quite taken by him."

Karl looked around, surprised.  There was very few that the spoiled princess took a liking too, including himself.  He was even more surprised to see that it was the newly met third brother.  "That is my brother, Owen," Karl said, having decided to acknowledge this boy for the moment.  Whether he lived to the expectations of his mother or of his father was another matter.

"You have another brother?" The woman blinked openly shocked.  "You never said, before and I've never heard about this from anyone else.  Why?"

For some reason, her questioning him irritated him a little.  However, she had the right to ask, she was due to become his wife.  He sighed inwardly.  He didn't really want to marry the girl, but his mother had been constantly nagging about him providing her with grandchildren and he had just happened to be dating Charity, so it was of convenience that things had evolved this far.

"Owen is the son of my father's first wife," he replied.  "Naturally, his presence upsets my mother, so she doesn't like to speak about him.  We simply oblige."

"Oh, so he lives with his mother, then," Charity said.

"Actually no, that woman disappeared after father divorced her," Karl replied.  "He was raised by his nanny."

"Ah, but mum fired the last nanny for making eyes at dad," Mark injected as he overheard the conversation.  "I think that kid was living on pizza.  He certainly couldn't have eaten the weird stuff in his otherwise empty fridge.  It's a good job I was meeting with my friends at a restaurant or else I might have starved!"

Karl frowned as he stared at his smiling sister and little brother as they chatted animatedly.  The pair were now sitting on a sofa, waving hands all about the place, while the man that attended the gathering with Owen sat quietly beside him.  "Ah, poor thing!" Charity was saying.  "We should visit!  I can cook him a homemade meal!"  Karl smiled at her indulgently.  It would not be a bad idea to see how his little brother was living.

*****

Owen and Adam were chauffeured home by Owen's driver.  They entered the house and locked the door before walking hand in hand up the staircase and into Owen's room.  There they proceeded to unbuckle and unbutton each other's garments without much hurry as Owen sat upon Adam's lap upon the bed, his legs around the man's toned waist.  They explored each other's mouths as the clothes were tossed on to the floor.  Adam's hands stroked up Owen's back and down once more, the roughness of his fingertips contrasting with the smooth skin.

Before Owen's shirt had completely been unfastened, Adam was already indulging in his flesh, sinking his hard member into the prepared warmth Owen provided.  The air became filled with gasping sounds and soft moans as well as the scent of lust.  Slowly, they rocked together, their bodies and heartbeats one as they pleasured the other.  Eventually, Owen came first, his body unable to take the long, deep thrusts that stroked his inner core, but Adam followed soon after as Owen tightened about him, sending him beyond his peak.

Adam slipped out of him, kissing his swollen lips before guiding him to the bathroom.  He turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat, taking full advantage of Owen's tasty mouth, before moving them both beneath the water.  There they lathered up a fresh scented shower gel and proceeded to wash each other attentively.  Adam had always had a thing for shower sex, but it had been many life times since he had last been able to take his lover beneath the spraying water.  He saw no reason not to enjoy himself to the full now.

After releasing a couple more times on to the tiles and glass and his husband, Owen's knees gave way and he had to be held in Adam's strong arms as the man pounded into him until finally experiencing his own release.  Owen began to drift to sleep in Adam's arms, forcing the man to pamper him.  Adam chuckled, washing them both as best he could once more, before entering the bedroom, still wet.  He focused on drying Owen first, before removing the stained covers and leaving the dozing boy upon the mattress.  He wrapped a towel around himself before stealing covers from a guest room and wrapping them both naked in its warmth, before falling soundly asleep with Owen.

*****

Adam had to leave before midday, the next day, but not due to the fact that he had work to the coming week, he had that time booked off. He revealed that welcome news to Owen at the very last minute.  Owen had completed his exams as well, so there would be no need for him to return to school until he collected the results.  However, Adam had forgotten one minor detail; he had promised Jordan that he would be a guest on his podcast that evening.

Owen pouted dramatically for a short while before saying; "Well, it can't be helped.  I will have to play on without you."

Adam gathered him into his arms.  "I promise to not leave you at all for the rest of the week.  We'll do whatever you like."

"Promise?"

"I promise!"

"Good, because Our Final Hour has released an expansion pack and it comes in a limited edition format!  Only they refuse to take preorders, so I was planning on staying up all night for it!  You can keep me company!"

Adam looked at Owen's excited expression and sighed.  "Alright."

Shortly following their goodbyes, Owen decided to heat up some of the delicious lamb casserole that Adam had left him in the fridge, before running up the stairs, two at a time, to turn on the console and open the game window.  The microwave sounded with a ping, so he darted back downstairs to claim his lunch.  Only as he reached the kitchen, there came a knock at the door.

He had not been expecting visitors and he certainly had not been expecting these visitors.