Game: Dragon age 2.
Warning: Short and contain incest, so if you don't like it, don't read it. The theme of this fanfiction isn't about how 'sickening' it is but how forbidden it is.
Pairing: Male Hawke x Bethany Hawke.
-Forbidden Wish 3-
Always after washing herself and have put her clothes on, Bethany Hawke would always ask her mother to comb her hair.
It always such a pain to do ever since she was a child, so it was a habit to ask her to comb her long black hair.
Leandra knew that problem all too well since she had also long hair (although it was not as long as Bethany's).
But this time her mother wasn't at home. She and uncle Gamlen went shopping for food, and the only person staying at home was her elder brother, Garrett Hawke.
But to ask such a thing to her elder brother was...well...Embarrassing.
And also she doubted he would accept to do it.
He was a warrior after all and a man too.
"Brother?" The call was shy and hesitant.
He was reading letters of new work to do for tomorrow.
Maybe he was too busy after all.
Even so, He gave her his full attention, he always did, that was what made her love h...
She bite her lower lip. She promised herself not to think about that word again.
That was what made her 'appreciate' him.
"Bethany?" It didn't help much that his voice was soft and his eyes tender.
She realized that she was probably standing there in silence for a few seconds and he was wondering what was wrong.
"I..." Now it was even more difficult to speak.
"Brother...you...." Here goes....
"You can take your bath now if you want. I'm finish." Here goes nothing...
He stared at her for a moment then said with a smile.
"Ah, yes. Thank you. I just have to read this, then I will go." He began to read the other letter.
But that wasn't what I wanted to say.
She sighed deeply.
"Are you sure everything is alright?" She open her eyes and looked at him as he asked that.
"Well..." What would he say to this? Would he say that he was busy? Would he be surprise that she can't do that herself? Or worst: Would he find her childish?
She couldn't avoid him anymore.
"I...I need some help with something...Promise you won't laugh?" He smiled and said:
"Will you...comb my hair?" Silence, he stared at her for a moment and then she heard a soft chuckle.
"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" She said angrily.
He stopped himself and said:
"Sorry, I only laughed because I was wondering why you didn't ask sooner."
He smiled : "I don't mind at all."
She felt relived. He didn't find her childish after all.
He was serious when he said he didn't mind.
And so he began to comb her hair.
He was trying to be gentle and slow.
He knew he wasn't delicate, he was a warrior after all, so he tried to do his best not to hurt her.
After getting the hang of it and asking her if he was hurting her or not, he got a very close look of her hair.
Beautiful long black raven hair. Just like their mother had when she was younger.
And very soft...
Garrett Hawke's mind was wandering as he continue to comb his sister's hair, admiring the length and the softness.
Without noticing himself, he took a small lock of her hair in his left hand and bring it to his lips.
But it didn't go unnoticed.
"Brother?" The voice was surprised and barely a whisper.
His eyes widen as he realize what he was doing and saw his sister fidgeting nervously.
What was he doing?
And more importantly...
Why doesn't it feel wrong?
"Ah! Sorry! I...Had a lot in my mind lately...I didn't hurt you, did I?" He said with a small blush on his face and he was staring elsewhere.
"N-No, you didn't." If he was looking at her, he would have notice the blush on her face.
After finally calming down, he looked at her and said:
"Shall I continue?"
After that it was completely silent.
They could only listen to their painful heartbeats.
And neither could ignore the sickening yet sweet feeling of the moment.
Bonus: Leandra and Gamlen came back much later, while arguing of course because she bought more than she should and went looking for new shoes in all Kirkwall.
They both found Garrett and Bethany asleep on the floor.
And the elder sibling had a comb in his right hand, filled with tender memories.