Lysander knew that it wasn't true, him always being her favorite. Her and Eward had always been inseperable, but considering the most recent events between them, he could see that it was hard not to choose him over her other brother. Edith had grown into a very beautiful young woman, and Lysander, now pressed against her, was learning that first hand. He had always suspected that Eward and Edith were really close, closer than a sister and brother should be, and the way she was playing now - her lips brushing against his ear - only confirmed that this sort of this wasn't foreign to her.
Normally, Lysander wouldn't have even thought about bedding his sister. It was wrong on so many levels. But he also knew that it would be a very low blow to his brother if he found out. Smirking, holding her tightly, he groaned all smolderingly, with no intention of taking her into the bed tonight for he feared he may wake the whole household and then the suprise would be ruined. "You certainly have grown up since I was last here."