WARNING: This story contains incest, violence, sex, and is rated M for mature audiences. Characters belong to Cassandra Claire respectfully. If you are not a Clabastian fan (Clary x Sebastian/Jonathan) then this story is not for you.

Synopsis: Valentine finds his wife and the daughter he didn't know existed ten years sooner than the novels. With the cup in his hands, Valentine reconciles past alliances and asks the angel to endow The Circle with power and make them the leading force of the Clave. Raziel reluctantly grants the request, also bringing back past members from the dead. Jocelyn, who refused to rejoin the circle and take her place at her husband's side, is banished, leaving little Clary to be raised by her father and older brother. Valentine's angelic daughter prospers under his care and he feels that it is time his daughter find a suitor; preferably the golden party boy Jace Herondale. Jonathan Morgenstern however, has other plans for his darling sister. He has been a very patient young man and after helping his father become the leader of the Clave, his sights are now set on claiming his little sister for himself. He is intrigued by her innocence and mesmerized by her beauty. It must be the demon in him to desire his sister this way but after years of struggling against his urges and what is morally acceptable, he is about to break. What could one little taste hurt?

Chapter 1- Brave New World

It was another hot summer day in Idris. The Morgenstern garden flowered with bright sunflowers, white lilies, and roses. Bees hummed about and the birds were singing their songs as they hopped from branch to branch. A pair of robins fed their baby chicks in a nest positioned on the highest tree branch in the tallest tree. The nest and baby birds were visible from the top windows of the grand house and one of the inhabitants often watched the birds pluck, feather and build their nest.

The Morgenstern mansion backed up on a large forest and had a small creek running through the back. Clarissa Morgenstern, the only daughter of Valentine Morgenstern, would often spend her mornings looking out her bedroom window; drawing the birds and the trees. Today, the redhead's spot in front of the window was vacant. For the young women's brother was in town and she was frantically going through her closet looking for an outfit to wear. As was custom with his visits, the young women desired to woo her brother. Since Jonathan had turned 15 their father had been sending him on missions alone. After much success, her brother became their fathers go to man for such missions. This resulted in the little sister reluctantly being left alone and often to fend for herself. Sure, with her father's constant training she graduated from the academy with honors and at the top of her class. Well, the girls side anyway. She was constantly battling against Jace Herondale for top marks in battle and against his parabatai Alec Lightwood in academics. Still, she managed to beat both out though at the cost of losing a social life. Still perfection was the expectation and she didn't regret losing friends who only wanted to surround themselves with the Counsel's daughter for appearances.

Clarissa Morgenstern was the Leader of the Clave's daughter and Jonathan Morgenstern's sister. That made her off limits to the boys and a topic of gossip by jealous girls. They teased her about her red hair and freckles. Jonathan and her father were the only ones who seemed to think she was pretty and complimented her sincerely on her appearance. For every little compliment given by a schoolmate she knew there were ten such comments spoken about her in mockery. It wasn't until she became friends with Isabelle Lightwood, upon the insistence of her father, that she finally found a female friend she could trust. Isabelle was gorgeous, confident, and a bit hostile towards her at first. Yet, Isabelle never spoke poorly about her behind her back. Whatever problem or bicker the two had was dealt with right away and in private. After two summer camps, a three-week trip to Paris and four years at the academy, the two had become very close friends. Isabelle was one of Clary's trusted confidantes and along with her childhood friend Simon, the three became interpretable.

Simon would often tell her she was beautiful and Isabelle complained that she would get more attention if she dressed better. The problem was that Clary didn't desire any male's attention except one, her brother. It confused and embarrassed her to feel that way towards Jonathan. As such, she kept those feelings closely guarded. The petite redhead never told a soul about the things her demonic brother did to her in the dark. No, having no male attention was a good thing for the onlooker's preservation and for her conscience.

So that was how things stayed. Clary would wear baggy clothes often covered in paint in school. She never showed interest in anyone and longed for those sweet moments where she was alone, wrapped in Jonathan's arms. Boys were never a problem until she turned 16. The year Isabelle had gotten permission from her father to throw her entire wardrobe out. Leaving Clarissa to wear her new attire to school. Jonathan appreciated the change and she was elated to gain his approval. That was, until Jace Herondale seemed to take interest in her.

Jace was rugged, handsome and the embodiment of male perfection. Long blonde hair, blazing gold eyes and pale sun kissed sun made all the girls follow him around like lost puppies. Yet, with all the lack of attention she gave him he seemed to have become fixated on the young women. He often flirted with her and went out of his way to tease her during sparing. After seeing the enjoyment, he got out of pinning her to the mat, Clary made it a point to ask her brother for extra sparing sessions. While the sessions ended with similar results, she found being pinned beneath Jonathan more delightful and a good release for her sexual frustration. Jace was handsome but Jonathan was hot. His body often drew her like a moth to a flame.

Jace still made her flush. She wasn't blind to his good looks but she just chalked his behavior up to wanting to get into her pants. He was a well-known womanizer and he must have seen her as a challenge. She gave him as much distance as possible, choosing to stay with her friends Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Aldertree whenever possible. However, the last few months she was finding that avoiding him was easier said than done.

Isabelle, by no fault of her own, was Alec Lightwood's sister and the adoptive sister of Jace Herondale. Jace had gone to go live with the Lightwoods when her father was in his hiding. After reconciling with the Lightwoods Jace lived with them for three years until the angel was summoned. Then to her father's surprise and great delight, Stephen Herondale and his wife Celine had come back from the dead. As her father had wished for the circle to be reunited and for him to be placed as the most powerful position within the Clave.

Raziel reluctantly agreed also bringing back Michael and Jonathan Wayland. Apparently, her father had made Michael pledge allegiance to the circle before he killed him and his son. The Wayland's kept a healthy distance from The Circle and her father now. Out of a sense of duty, her father gave Michael a powerful position within the Clave. They were on good terms but Clary could always sense distrust in Michael and his son's eyes.

Simon Aldertree was another matter entirely. Clary had met Simon when she was five years old. When Valentine had come to take her mother, Clary had been in kindergarten. Simon had walked her home when her mom never showed to pick her up. They had walked right into Valentine's men ransacking the apartment. The men had taken both of them to her father whom had her mother tied to a chair. Clary didn't remember much of that day but she did remember her mother telling him that she would give him the cup.

It was the first time that she had seen true magic. Her mother's hand floating into a card and pulling out a large golden chalice. It all back fired when her father had made Simon drink from the cup. Thinking he would die but to his surprise Simon survived the agonizing transformation. He took them both back and gave Simon to Aldertree to raise in Idris while he dealt with his wife and daughter.

It had been a scary time in Clary's life. She was kept from her mother, locked in a bedroom, where only her father visited to bring her food. At first, she had cried for her mother, Simon, and Luke, wanting nothing to do with him. That was until Jonathan came. Many of those memories had faded away but the day that her brother Jonathan had walked into her room was one that she would never forget. He was the most handsome boy she had ever seen and he had been so kind to her. He picked up her shaking body, cradled her in his arms and carried her outside. Her father told her that until she could behave and stop crying he would never let her out of that room. Jonathan disobeyed him, bringing her out into the sunlight and showing her the woods.

She had always wanted a big brother and Jonathan was perfect. He had kicked the giant scary snake that had slithered next to her on the park bench away from her. Clary knew that he was going to protect her and as long as Jonathan was there, she felt safe. That night, when she had to go back into that awful room he had come with her and slept in the bed. At first, her father was furious but seeing Clary's smiling face and Jonathan's grin changed his mind. He left Clary in her brother's charge and they had been inseparable since. Even her bond with Simon and later Isabelle didn't compare. Years pasted and she had finally gained her father's love and approval but it was still Jonathan's approval that she desired above all else.

Clary huffed as she discarded the denim jeans and tossed them onto the floor. The sunlight filled her room making the air hot and sticky. She rarely spent much time in her room during the summer for that reason. Taking a deep breath, she sighed wishing that shadowhunters had come up with an idea of how to use technology and magic together. Apparently, air conditioning was too much to ask. After checking her clock, she realized that is was going on noon. She had been trying to find the perfect outfit for over thirty minutes now. Reluctantly she gave up and went for her backup option. It was a dress that her father had gotten for her last year in Rome. Still, it was a bit too fancy but looking at it reminded her of another dress. Clary smiled brightly, pushing back her long curled hair. She wiped a bit of sweat off her brow gently, trying not to rub off her makeup. She was only wearing a light tint made with moisturizer and some mascara. It wasn't much but the man she was trying to impress wasn't a fan of thick makeup.

Once Clary threw on the dress she quickly left her room and rushed down the wooden staircase. Her father enjoyed transforming his parents old home into a grand stately house. It rivaled the Herondale and Lightwood mansions who also received a makeover a few years ago, yet nothing held the splendor of the Morgenstern mansion. After all, Valentine Morgenstern, the leader of the circle, was now the leader of the Clave and all shadowhunters. Clary placed her hand on the slick dark wooden banister. Dark iron spindles flowed into the stair rail and the above upstairs overlook. The foyer was large and regal with dark tan walls, white high vaulted ceilings, and dark wood flowering. Clarissa enjoyed the beautiful glass table in the center that held a vase of white lilies in it. The house was quiet and she ideally wondered what her father and brother could be up to.

Although cooler than her bedroom the house was still warm and the summer dress she wore clung to her narrow legs. She was a small, petite thing with long crimson red hair, freckles, and deep green eyes that sparkled. Although she was short in stature, the young women's short torso made her legs look long and elegant. The short green summer dress showed off her legs and displayed them perfectly. The dress even further accented her bust by drawing in her narrow frame; making her chest seem more prominent than it was. It was plain, simple, and innocent yet alluring. Just the right mixture to attract the smoldering eyes of a certain young man whose attention she craved above everyone else. The young man who seemed to be making himself scarce this morning was the one she was looking for.

Turning the corner, the young redhead was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't see the wooden door at the bottom of the stairs open until it was too late. She gasped as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her, pulling her into the dark closet. Opening her mouth wide, she tried to scream. Her instincts shouted at her to fight back against this unknown assailant. However, before she could do either a large hand clamped over her lips and her body was pinned against a warm wall of muscle. She attempted to struggle once more when the familiar scent of aftershave filled her nostrils.

"Now, now Clarissa. Is that any way to treat your brother after he has been waiting you to come down from your bedroom?" a dark voice chuckled. Clary went to reply but Jonathan's hand still muffled her speech.

"I've been waiting for weeks for the chance to see my baby sister wet and panting for release. I know you won't disappointment, my little dove." Jonathan growled into her ear, taking in the scent of her long hair.