Do(r)mestic [/tlvg/][Lemy][Lyra]

Lemy had been attending Saint Francis's Boarding School for a few weeks now. His mother was on the road again, hitting up some music festivals and soaking up that nostalgia dosh before going back into the studio for a new album. It had been a rough transition for him,  nothing really was ever that easy for him, but he had kind of fallen into a crew. There was Tim, a thin guy with blond hair, he looked kind of like Lyle; Georgie, shorter than Lemy with close cropped hair. They liked him because he wasn't afraid of the nuns in class or to crack a joke and he liked them because they had his back.

They were kicking a ball around on the soccer field. The Sun was starting to sink over the horizon. A sister appeared over the hill, ringing a bell. "Curfew is in 15 minutes! 15 minutes!"

"Fuck..." Lemy swears under his breath, these nuns can read a swear from your lips at 500 yards.

"Aww, man." Tim says. "Well, see you in Math tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya, Lems." Georgie says as he picks up the ball and starts walking.

"C-can't we hang out a bit?" Lemy asks, there is 15 more minutes and lights out weren't for another 2 hours.

"Sorry, Lemy. I have homework." Tim shrugs his thin shoulders.

"What about you, George?" Lemy turns hopefully to the shorter boy.

"I gotta talk to Mr. Phillips. I'm gonna try out for the baseball team, next semester." He says.

"Why? You're just going to the sibling dorms." Tim says to Lemy. "Better than my roommate. F-fucking dickhead."

St. Francis had a siblings dorm because of some study that came out that said that siblings did better if they weren't separated. Also, those kids' parents tended to be fucking rich, so they'd pay through the nose to keep their babies together.

"Yeah, and your sister's hot!" Georgie says excitedly.

"She is not." Lemy corrects. "She's a bitch."

"Dude, she's pretty hot." Tim says as they head in.

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"I'm back." Lemy says as he open the doors, looking between his fingers.

"Hey." Lyra says, looking up from her notes. "Were you hanging out with your little friends?"

"Y-yeah." Lemy says as he puts his hand down, feeling a bit stupid. "Just kicking a ball around."

"Well, that's fine. You should work on some homework before bed." Lyra says as she stands up and starts pulling her uniform sweater vest up and over her head.

"Wh-what are you doing!?" Lemy spits.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Lyra says as she starts unbuttoning her short-sleeved white collar shirt.

"Do that in the bathroom!" Lemy shouts.

Lyra looks in the joined bathroom.

"It's really small in there. Besides, we're brother and sister. If it bothers you, just turn around." Lyra says as she comes to just the edge of her bra, a cute lacy pink-

"Fine! Hurry up." Lemy says as he spins on his heels.

"Okay, okay. Calm down." Lyra chuckles. There's a moment of silence before Lemy can hear the clothe shirt fall to the ground. "D-did my breasts get bigger?"

"How would I know!?" Lemy shouts at the wall.

"I wasn't asking you. I was talking to myself." Lyra responds cooly. "Jeez."

"Just hurry up." Lemy hisses.

"Just one second." Lyra says. "Christ above, give you patience."

More clothing drops to the ground and the door to the bathroom shuts. Lemy sighs in relief and turns around. In a pile is his sister's vest, shirt, skirt, her bra! Her underwear! Lemy shouts and kicks the pile under the bunk bed. This was wearing on his sanity. He didn't get it, his sister had always been all prim and proper when they were living with their mom or aunts and uncles. But now, she was the same girl, but she seemed to not care about putting on airs, at least when they were alone. The water kicked on and he could hear his sister begins singing hymns.

//About 20 minutes later//

Lyra opens the door, her hair is wrapped as she walks over to chair and sits down. Lemy is laying down on the top bunk, reading a magazine. There are some good pedals coming out next season, made he'd dust off his guitar and play around with it.

"Hey, Lemy?" Lyra says as she pats herself down a bit with a hand towel.

"Hmm." Lemy grunts, noncommittally.

"Where are my clothes?"

"I, uh, kicked them under the bed."

"Ugh. Not cool, bro." Lyra says as she cranes her neck to look underneath. "Help me out."

"Why?" Lemy whines.

"It's your fault its under there." Lyra says as she gets on her hands and knees, one hand holding on to her bust. "I don't want them getting dirtier."

"Fine... You're the one who dropped them on the floor." He swings over the edge like a cool guy and hops onto the floor. He looks away, his sister should have more shame. She's Catholic after all.

"Je-jeez, Lemy. That was cutting it close." She says as she digs underneath the bed. "Here."

Lemy holds out his hands and feels something soft. He looks and it is his sister's frilly panties.

"What the hell!?" Lemy shouts, leaping a foot off the ground, tossing them onto the ground.

"Calm down. It's just your sister's clothes." Lyra says as she picks them back up. "I kind of have my hands full here."

Lemy grits his teeth. Lyra might have been right about her growth. She's not soaking wet, but she is glistening, and-

"Fine." Lemy snatches the- bunch of lace back and holds his hands out, with his head turned away.

LYra grabs the other clothing items, dumps them into Lemy's arms, and takes them back when she stands up. She dumps them into her closet and grabs some pajamas, heads into the bathroom, and steps out a few minutes later.

"Thanks, Lemy." Lyra says as she rolls into her bunk below.

"N-no problem." Lemy says as looks up from his textbook, which he finally cracked open.

"I'll pay you back." Lyra says.

"Yeah, yeah." Lemy laughs it off, she always said that. But she never did anything for him.