Editing Fapfics (Warhammer High) (section)

==Dirk, Cora, and Miranda==

Dirk and Cora sat quietly on their respective bunks, Dirk on top and Cora on bottom. It had been a long day at school for the siblings and Corax was off at a meeting trying to argue against Dirk's suspension.

The silence was broken abruptly "Hey Dirk?" Cora called quietly. "Yeah?" He responded, staring at the ceiling and resisting the urge to lick the cut on his lip. "Why are you always getting into fight when the jocks make fun of me? You always get yourself hurt and dad always taught us not to rush in without thinking" 

Dirk just sighed and swung his body around to look over the side of the bunk bed to look at his sister. "Dad also taught us to always look out for each other. You're my little sister and those guys deserved it." Dirk explained. Cora blushed and nodded without a sound. The two shared an awkward pause before the doorbell rang. Dirk's head jerked towards the door. "I got it" He said quickly before leaping off the top-bunk with a thud and walked out of the room. Cora bit-her lip and watched him go, yearning, wanting.

Dirk entered the living room. It was more of a study with the fireplace burning dimly and the fully-stocked bookshelves on either side. The large chair where his father usually sat faced the fireplace whose light he would use to read his books. He always argued that it was best to read where it was just bright enough to function.

Dirk trotted over to the door, his socks made little noise on the fluffy black carpet as he approached the door. He looked through the eye hole only to be surprised. Miranda was standing before the door, still in her uniform. Dirk undid the locks and opened the door cautiously. "Miranda? What are you doing here?" Dirk said surprised. She smiled shyly and shifted in her spot. "Oh well I wanted to see if you were okay. I heard about the fight." She said, fidgeting and adjusting her headband. Dirk chuckled and nodded. "Yeah I know you tried to warn me that I'd get beat up again. Come on in. My dad's not home so we can talk in the living room." Dirk explained as he swung the door open fully.

Miranda was nervous and froze for a moment before entering. Dirk closed and locked the door behind her before escorting her over to the couch. Miranda sat down slowly and smiled nervously, beads of sweat running down from her headband and across her face. 

"Would you like something to drink? You look like you just ran a marathon." Dirk asked politely. "Oh yes please. Just some water. It's very hot out today and the school still hasn't fixed the AC unit." She explained. Dirk nodded and smiled. "Well they should have gotten Mr. Dorn to fix it!" He shouted from the kitchen. Miranda shifted on the couch and shook a little nervously, trying to stay calm. Dirk returned a moment later with an ice cold glass of water and sat down next to Miranda with it. "Here you go" Dirk said, handing her the glass. Miranda smiled and reached for it, so shaky was her hand that she accidental knocked it out of his hand and all over his face.

By now Cora had cracked the door to her bedroom and begun curiously spying on the two. Miranda stood up in panic and pushed her hands over her mouth. "Oh my Emperor, I'm so sorry!" She said. Dirk just chuckled and lifted his black t-shirt to his face, dabbing it off. "I'm fine. It's good to get a nice splash of water in the face from time to time." He said. Miranda had stopped listening as soon as he lifted his shirt and was instead looking at his wet abs. Dirk was very muscular and dashing. Her hands slid down from her face slowly as she looked over the cuts, scars and bruising. He she watched him, she couldn't help herself any longer. "Dirk..." she whispered sensually into his mind. Surprised, he jumped. and looked around. She was staring at him now and her hands had begun to caress her soft breasts through her uniform. Her other hand slid underneath her skirt and she leaned forward. "Kiss me..." she whispered into his mind. Dirk was unable to resist, he was unsure of what had come over her or him, only that his body was all of a sudden swept up in a torrent of arousal and compulsion.

Her will was too strong, Dirk was overwhelmed and threw his arms around her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and wrestling it around. Miranda moaned as her small form was pressed to his wet chest. 

Cora looked on shocked and jealously as her brother embraced Miranda. She couldn't fight her hands away from her slickening sex. Jealousy and anger burned in her heart and she damned her body for reacting this way. She reached underneath her loose sweats and began furiously rubbing her hot slick pussy. She moaned out quietly as she watched the spectacle, wishing it were her out there.

Meanwhile Dirk lifted Miranda and tossed her down on the couch. She landed with a thud and quivered before him. "Not so rough..." she whispered into his mind. Dirk looked down on her quietly and then grabbed her by the hair, lifting her onto her knees. "What the-!?" She complained. It was only now that she realized her arousal had caused her hold on him to wain. 

Dirk looked down on her, now back in control for the most part. He reached down and began undoing buttons on her shirt as she looked up at him nervously. "I-I'm sorry! I-I just..." She tried to explain. Dirk then suddenly tore her shirt open, frustrated with slowly unbuttoning it, and sent buttons flying all across the room. She shrieked in surprise as her red-lace bra was exposed, her nipples clearly erect beneath it.

Cora shivered and moaned, she never thought her brother could act so savage. He was always bold and up front about things. He would go so far as to stand up to father and teachers without a second thought. She never expected him to be so rough with a girl though. She couldn't deny that she didn't think it sexy though. Her fingers dripped as she continued to pleasure herself, an orgasm was imminent.

Dirk stopped for a moment and smiled. "I forgive you..." He said quietly. Miranda nodded and looked up at him, red in the face. She shrieked again as he reached down and unbuckled his black jeans. Miranda was shaking now, nervous and excited. She watched in eager anticipation as He slip his pants down and kicked them off. She gasped as her eyes fell onto his massive bulge. She could see his hard cock underneath his silky boxers, already throbbing in anticipation and just as eager as she was. Her hands shakily slid down to her growing wetness once again as she stared. He guided her head forward,still clutching her hair and  slid his boxers away, letting his massive throbbing cock fall against her eager lips.

Miranda looked up at him, eyes wide and face beat red. She groaned nervously as her lips slowly parted, letting the already present precum drip into her mouth and onto her tongue. She moaned, her hot breath causing his stiffened cock to twitch and drip on her lips even more. Her hands shakily pushed aside her wet, red-lace panties and in between her drenched folds. Dirk could wait no longer and pushed, with great force, into her mouth. Miranda's moans were muffled as she gagged on his length, her mouth quickly becoming sore from his sheer thickness. Dirk tossed his head back and groaned lightly. He never imagine it would feel so good and he never imagined he would be doing this with Miranda. He reached down and undid her bra, causing her large breasts to spill out against his legs and begin bouncing against him as he thrusted.

Cora let out an audible moan form the doorway as orgasm washed over her. She couldn't hold back anymore. He entire body writhed in ecstasy as she collapsed. Her wetness streamed down her leg and dripped onto the carpet as she lay there shivering.

Dirk reached down and began groping Miranda's supple breasts. His hand was no gentler and he and gripped firmly. Miranda cried out again in vain as her moans were once again muffled by Dirk's fat cock. Without warning he released his grip on her chest and hair and pushed her onto her back. His large and muscular form knelt before her, his throbbing cock standing firmly at attention as it loomed over her. Miranda was panting and trying regain her breath in between moans. With one swift motion, Dirk whipped off her panties and cast them into a dark corner of the room. Miranda looked up at him, her shyness and resistance long-gone, and spread her legs wide for him. Dirk smiled at her submission and pushed her skirt up, revealing her glistening, bald, virgin pussy.

He leaned forward slowly and let his thickness rest on her eager cunt. His hands gripped her wrists roughly and pinned them above her head. His dark piercing eyes gazed into hers momentarily before he began roughly grinding her. She moaned and pressed her head back against the cushion. She squirmed under him and pushed back against his cock, drenching it as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, once again shoving his tongue into her mouth.

By now Cora had risen back onto her knees and stripped herself naked. She roughly gripped her juicy breasts and teased herself with her other hand, intent on milking as many orgasms out of her body as it would allow.

Dirk could tease himself no longer and slid his hips backwards a bit. Miranda groaned loudly on his lips and braced herself. With a swift thrust, Dirk stuffed the head of his cock into Miranda's pussy. She ripped her lips away from his and arched her back, letting out a loud moan as he entered her. He continued to thrust forward, stuffing inch after inch into her tight, inexperienced body. Miranda's cries sent him into a frenzy as he did so. He released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her to him. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her head to his shoulder, biting down and moaning in pleasure and agony.

Cora watched from the door and couldn't resist stuffing one of her tiny fingers into her own virgin hole. Her sopping wet pussy made audible as she began thrusting herself. Her other hand squeezing roughly on her chest and pulling at her nipples.

Miranda wrapped her legs around her lover and pulled him in deep as he thrust. Her arms followed suit as they wrapped around his neck and held tightly. Her body was aching and writing but the pleasure was undeniable. "Fuck me baby. Harder!" She demanded. Dirk groaned into her ear as he continued to pump in and out. His thrusts were loud, hard and each one pushed as deep as her body would allow, beating against her walls and stretching her in every direction. Miranda's body shuddered as her ravaged her and all that she could manage was to hold on with all her strength.

Cora continues plunging her own finger in and out of her, wishing it was her out there. "Oh Dirk..." she moaned quietly to herself. She closed her eyes tight and imagined her fingers was his fat cock and the hand on her chest was his. She had long yearned to be fucked by her brother but could never work up the courage to do so or even propose it. She opened her eyes once more to watch the action before painfully forcing a second finger into her tightness, setting off a second orgasm and causing her to bite down on her own to keep silent. Even as she drew blood she could feel nothing but pleasure as she began to writhe once again.

Dirk struggled to keep his orgasm at bay. Her walls squeezed him tight as he continued to stuff her. Miranda was almost at climax as well and her body was near breaking point. As Dirk continued to plow her, her grip on him tightened painfully and she issued a high-pitched moan. her orgasm washed over her, causing her body to shake as she gripped him and her slick, tight walls to writhe in pleasure, massaging Dirk's cock and pushing him over the edge. His eyes shut tight and he gripped her just as tight, his cock hilted inside her. He erupted without a second though, his hot cum barreling into her and filling her to the brim. She released her grip as he did and fell limp in his arms. Her psychic powers no longer under control, the doors in the house all slammed open simultaneously, revealing the nude Cora in her doorway pleasuring herself to her brother. Dirk's orgasm continued as Cora darted swiftly from the doorway, not sure if she'd been spotted. His seed ran deep inside Miranda and split out onto the couch below. The two lay the panting, sweat, cum and other bodily fluids soaking the couch.

Dirk was the first to recover and rolled onto his back, pulling Miranda on top of him and pulling her to his chest, cock still hilted inside her. Miranda looked up at him slowly, clearly exhausted, and smiled weakly. Dirk continued to pant and met her gaze. He tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. He simply smiled back and pressed his lips to hers once again, this time gently and holding it for a few moments. Miranda shook on top of him and sighed contently when he pulled away. She placed her head on his chest and smiled to herself as her senses came back to her. 

Several moment's passed as the two processed what had just happened before Miranda finally spoke. "I-I uhm... that was... amazing." She said shyly, tracing imaginary circles on Dirk's chest. "Sorry about the mess..." She added. He let out a slow chuckle. "Yeah it's okay, I'm gonna have to get rid of this couch and figure out a way to explain all the dents in the walls. I'm pretty sure the deadbolt pulled out a section of the door frame too." Dirk said half-jokingly. "I think I'm more worried about what you're dad is going to do to me when he finds out... and what MY dad is going to do to me." Dirk said with a chuckle. Miranda finally sat up and slid off of him. "Dirk... I-I won't let anything happen..." She said, pulling her shirt back on. Dirk just smiled as he pulled on his pants. "It's alright, don't worry yourself about it" He said bravely. The two pulled all their cloths back on, Miranda having to stuff the lower half of her shirt into the waistband of her skirt for lack of buttons. "I-I better go..." She said quietly. Dirk stood up, pulling his wet shirt back on and escorted her to the door. The two shared a short kiss before she quickly ran off.

Dirk spent the next several hours trying to fix the house. Repairing the locks, feeding the stained couch to the huge fireplace and attempting to fix the doorway best he could. Oddly enough, Corax wasn't home yet. Dirk had finally given up on repairing all the damage and slumped down against the wall. No sooner did his exhausted body hit the floor than the door flew open. He looked at the hulking figure in the doorway, it was definitely father. Corax stepped in and surveyed all the obvious damage, ignoring his son for the moment before stepping in and locking eyes with him. The two shared an awkward stare-down and after a few long minutes Corax stepped into the room and moved to his chair, never none breaking eye-contact.

Corax eased into his seat and sat there quietly. He continued to stare for a moment more before finally speaking. "Well? Explain." His expression never changed as he awaited an answer. Dirk stood up using the wall to help him and leaned against it. "I got into an argument with Cora about interfering in her school life. I'll fix the damage myself before my suspension is up." Dirk offered. A weak lie Dirk thought to himself. As long as he kept his poker face on though, it should be believable. Another awkward and heavy moment passed before Corax spoke. "Your suspension has been rescinded, you are to return to school tomorrow and when you get home I expect you to replace my couch and fix my house. In addition, you are grounded for the next week and you must help your sister with her studies." He decreed. 

Dirk nodded and silently headed for his doorway, only stopping when he once again heard his father's voice. "One more thing son." He began. Dirk twisted around so that he could see Corax. "Next time try not to have evidence on your person." Dirk was confused momentarily, reaching down and feeling his pockets. He looked back to Corax puzzled. "Nice Hickey." Corax said, cracking a smile. Dirk felt on his neck and shoulders until his hand fell upon a bite-mark. It was only then that he realized that Miranda's teeth had sunk into him during the act. Dirk froze in horror for a moment before quickly opening his door and disappearing into his room embarrassed. He could hear his father chuckling from the other room. He slumped down against his door and felt a vibration in his pocket. He whipped out his phone to see that there was a text from Miranda. "<3"

Who TF did this and how?