#modestyshipping

     Lips pressed to his father’s clutching at his shirt and nestled into the other. Michelle felt weird, why was she so attracted like this to her own family…? Still her heart beat fast as she nibbled on his bottom lip, tugging on her father’s lips until he opened his mouth.      That was all it took as Michelle forced her tongue inside, wrapping it around Tron’s. Her heart thudded madly in her chest as she clutched tightly at his shoulders now.

     Her breath came in short, shallow gasps when she finally pulled away for air, “…F-father.. Am… I too forward?” she whispered quietly.

Tron hadn't been expecting a kiss from his youngest child, but it wasn't something totally unwanted. No... Far from it. He hadn't acted on the urges because he felt it was improper... But to have her kiss him in such a manner was just breathtaking. A gloved hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking along her cheekbone. "Michelle, it's fine...." She had turned from such an adorable child into such a beautiful woman... He knew it was wrong. He knew that her brothers would frown upon it, but all the same, he didn't care. Tron had to remind himself to finish speaking, looking at her with a single golden hue. "I don't think you were."

"III! Come! We're making cake!" The pink-haired boy stared at Tron in confusion as the masked man-child stepped out of the limo, making his way clearly towards the kitchen. III looked at his oldest brother helplessly.

"Tron only wants for you for his entertainment. You should know that."

III did know that; out of all of the siblings, it was clear that Tron favored him the most. He was always asking III to serve his tea or to watch cartoons with him.