The Ambitious Schnee

A/N: WARNING! This commissioned story involves swinging/sharing. Later on in the fic, Whitley uses his abilities to build a harem of both women and men. He himself remains straight and there is no M/M action, but he does use his semblance to essentially make his handpicked servants breed with one another for purposes of creating the next generation of hunters and huntresses. Don't want anyone to be blindsided by that later on.

In the meantime, these first five chapters are just Whitley having sex with the Schnee Women and Team RWBY. Enjoy!

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Whitley Schnee looked out through the large window of the mansion down at the Schnee Estate's grounds below. They had finally arrived, his lovely older sisters. Whitley had spent much of his life looking up to Winter and Weiss Schnee. Up until the moment they abandoned him to their father, going off to do their own things. Winter had joined the military and Weiss had become heiress to the family business. Then, Weiss had gone off to Beacon to learn how to be a huntress and it had just been Whitley, along with his drunkard of a mother and his overbearing father.

From that moment on, Whitley had had to learn to look after himself. Jacques Schnee certainly wasn't the nurturing type. No, instead the man expected nothing but absolute perfection from his children in all that they did. And with the Schnee Family ever so hated by a good portion of the population in the form of the faunus, it was up to Whitley to make sure that he, the youngest member of the Schnee Family, was not vulnerable.

So even though it was forbidden by his father, Whitley had secretly hired personal tutors in the art of combat and strategy and a dozen other things. A huntsman had unlocked his aura and the young man had thrown himself into training with all that he could muster. He juggled his actual studies, the things approved by Jacques, at the same time, pushing himself farther and farther. To say Whitley had reached the brink of death by exhaustion and come back more than he could count would not have been much of an exaggeration.

And his reward for his labors? Whitley's lips curled into a satisfied wicked smile. The young man had unlocked his semblance at a young age. When he'd found out the actual thrust of the hereditary Glyphs that he'd gained access too… well, Whitley had wasted no time in practicing with his new abilities. First had been the mansion's servants. Then he'd dealt with his mother. The woman was no longer a drunk and Whitley finally had the parental love and affection that he'd always craved.

His father had come next, the man truly not knowing how to combat Whitley's semblance. His loss for never seeking to better himself rather than simply trying to increase his wealth and the more nebulous general power of the Schnee Dust Company. After his parents were under his spell, Whitley had moved onto his instructors, those precious few that knew all of his secrets. With the entire household under his control, snatching up the hunters and huntresses that he'd employed one by one for a little… reconditioning had not been difficult at all.

Now his sisters were finally here. Getting Weiss back to the estate had been simple enough. The Schnee Family's middle child came when their father demanded it of her, no questions asked. Winter was more of a challenge though, until Whitley simply took a step back from the situation, let go of his long simmering anger towards his eldest sister and actually put himself in her shoes.

From there, the solution had been simple and a call from their sobered up mother begging for Winter to come see her had tugged just enough at the Atlesian Operative's heart strings to bring her back to the place of her birth. Whitley licked his lips, his smile growing into a wicked grin as he watched the two young women meet in front of the mansion below. Weiss was obviously surprised at Winter's presence; even from here Whitley could tell that.

Then, as if she could actively feel his gaze on them, Winter's eyes shot up towards the window he was stood at. Their eyes locked together and he gave her a slight nod and a bland smile before turning away from her, just as Weiss followed her gaze and no doubt saw his retreating back. Whitley stepped from the grandiose hallway he'd been standing in, into his father's study where the man was hard at work.

"Father, my sisters have just arrived."

Jacquez Schnee startled at Whitley's voice, lifting his head and staring at his youngest child blankly for a long moment.

"What?"

Whitley sighed, shaking his head with a mirth-filled smile on his face as he walked over to his sitting father, his arms clasped behind his back.

"Winter? Weiss? Father, we talked about this. My sisters are going to dine with Mother and me tonight. I think it'll be best that you aren't there. Weiss will probably take it better from me, the fact that she's no longer the heiress. And Winter… well, we both know how strained your relationship with your eldest is. Plus, you seem so tired these days. Do you need to lie down father?"

Jacquez blinked, dazed as he stared down at papers that were completely and utterly blank, though the Schnee Patriarch didn't know that. Eventually, he stood up and nodded slowly.

"I… I believe you're right Whitley. Thank you son, for handling things. I'm going to go rest."

Whitley kept his concerned face up even as Jacquez left his study, until the old man was finally gone. Then he dropped the look, replacing it with a sneer. Soon, he wouldn't have to play at caring for the man who had brought him into this world. It wouldn't be long now.

Still, such morose thoughts were for later. Whitley's face split into a wide grin and he left his father's (soon to be his!) study with a bit of pep in his step as he decided he would go to the kitchens to check with the cooks that the meals were all coming along nicely. His mother already knew her role in all of this and would no doubt be greeting both Weiss and Winter at this very moment. Whitley would meet with them at dinner and not a second later. Wouldn't want to give anything away after all…

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Of course, the young man threw that right out the window when he stepped into the dining room and immediately sat down at the head of the table, right where their father would normally sit. Whitley had decided that making a grand entrance would be most appropriate, and thus he'd arrived to dinner fashionably later. Both Weiss and Winter had already started eating, though they stopped to stare at him when he sat down.

Whitley barely spared either of them a glance at first, instead inclining his head slightly to his mother and then ringing the bell that sat on the table. The Schnee Matriarch smiled happily at him and finally began to eat her own food, while Whitley's meal was brought out of the kitchen at his call and placed in front of him. The young white haired man dug in, wolfing down his food as Winter and Weiss continued to just look at him, both of them varying levels of gob smacked.

Ultimately, it was Weiss that spoke up, her voice just a bit shrill as she clenched her fist down on her fork.

"Whitley. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

As if just noticing her, Whitley finally looked up, blinking at Weiss in faux confusion.

"Hm? What do you mean sister?"

Weiss' face colored and she grits her teeth together angrily in response to his flippant attitude.

"What are you doing in father's seat?!"

Whitley just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Father's not feeling well today. He had to go lie down, so I thought, why not right? He's not here to complain after all!"

A glance at his eldest sister told Whitley that Winter was none too impressed with him, but then she never had been before now. Though he did notice the way her lips curled up just so slightly in pleasure when he mentioned that Jacquez wasn't doing well. It made sense that she would find enjoyment in that fact of course; the Schnee Patriarch had practically disowned his eldest child.

Meanwhile, Weiss looked alarmed, even worried by the news that their father was sick.

"Not feeling well? Is he okay?"

Whitley opened his mouth to continue with his scripted dialogue. This entire scene was going just as he'd intended it to. Of course, that was the moment that Winter decided to tear up the script she didn't even know existed by leaping in despite his calculations that she would remain quiet. He would need to go back over his planning to figure out where he'd erred. Either way, the older woman wiped her mouth primly and spoke in a clipped tone.

"Father is dying Weiss. At least, that's what mother's message said."

Their mother didn't react to the acknowledgement of her, but Whitley certainly did, nodding and lifting his glass in Winter's direction with a small smirk across his face. Taking a sip of water, he put the cup back down and turned to a suddenly wide eyed Weiss.

"I did want to break it to you a little slower, but yes. Winter is right, father is dying. Some sort of brain disease that they can't fix even with all the medical care our considerable wealth can buy."

Weiss's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish and Whitley was surprised to realize just how much the middle Schnee child cared for their father. She abruptly stood up and he stood as well. This was also not part of the script. He should have known his sisters couldn't be simply put into perfectly labelled boxes without issues cropping up.

"Weiss, where are you going?"

He tried to sound concerned as she abruptly stepped away from the table, heading for the doors to the dining hall. She paused at the sound of his voice, turning around with a stormy look on her face as she raked her gaze over him, their mother, and Winter.

"I may be the only one who cares, but he's still our father! I'm going to be with him, to spend some time at his side b-before he's gone forever!"

She spun back around on her heel and then immediately swayed, the sudden turn seeming to screw her up as she lost her balance and fell to her knees. Winter was on her feet immediately as Weiss fell to the ground, but his eldest sister didn't get much farther, only a couple steps before she too swooned and groaned, falling to her knees.

Whitley and their mother looked on as Weiss and Winter both fell asleep, the poison in their food knocking them out. It had taken quite a lot of time to work through their natural immunities due to their active auras, but as expected, the best that money could buy was strong enough to take them out of commission all the same.

Stepping out from the table, Whitley walked over to where Winter lay, asleep. His eldest sister looked absolutely exquisite unconscious like this. Licking his lips, he knelt down and reached out, brushing her white hair out of her eyes.

"Welcome home dear sister. Welcome home."

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Winter Schnee woke up to a sensation she was not at all used to. Someone was fucking her with long and powerful strokes and she was tied up, restrained on a large soft bed. Her arms and legs were spread eagle, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. She finally opened her eyes, only to find her brother's smiling face above her, his face flushed red with arousal as he planted his hands on either side of her head and pounded his surprisingly large cock into her cunt again and again.

Before the Atlesian Operative could truly react to the situation she found herself in, Whitley noticed she was awake. He immediately moved his hand behind her head, pressing it to her neck and leaning in to kiss her deeply. Even the passionate tongue filled kiss didn't stop Winter from feeling her brother activating a glyph, the Schnee hereditary semblance being quite noticeable to those of the same blood.

When he pulled back, Winter found herself lethargic, unwilling to even try to break free, even though she knew that she could have done so in a moment. Furrowing her brow in confusion, the beautiful white haired woman stared up at her grinning younger brother, even as he kept right on fucking her, seeming to actually delight in the fact.

"What are you doing Whitley? What did you just do to me?"

Her little brother chuckled, his hands coming down to run over the slope of her full breasts, not quite groping them, just cupping them and luxuriating in her perfectly perky tits.

"Ah, you felt it then? Well, I suppose since it's you, it makes sense Winter. My semblance is glyphs of course, like yours and Weiss'. But my glyphs aren't really combat-oriented like the two of you. Instead, they give me control over the body, the mind… and most importantly the soul."

Whitley ran his finger down between her breasts along the middle of her body and Winter's eyes widened as her back arched up towards his touch. She reached an immediate explosive climax, the scope of which the stoic young woman had never experienced before as her eyes rolled back in her head from the force of the orgasm. Her younger brother chuckled and went right back to fucking her, but it was different now.

The pleasure was unbelievable and Winter couldn't catch her bearings any longer. Whitley had increased her sensitivity that much the white haired woman was able to figure out even through her lust-addled haze. But how much? And for how long? The questions seemed moot to her after a few moments more of utter bliss. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her beautiful body as Whitley plunged in and out of her dripping wet cunt. His cock filled her over and over again until finally the young man let out a grunt and suddenly came inside of her.

Winter's eyes widened as even through the intense pleasure he was forcing on her, she understood what he'd just done. Whitley grinned at her with a knowing look in his eyes.

"Oh? Was today a bad day for you Winter? I know you're not on birth control, after all, why would a woman married to her work like you need to worry about such things? It's alright dear sister. I'm going to make everything better. We're going to be a family again. You, Weiss, mother, me… and our children."

He thrust one last time into her, the last bit of his seed spilling into her already filled womb. Winter's eyes widened as she experienced another mind blowing orgasm, and then everything was fading away, the experience having taken its toll on her. The eldest Schnee child passed out as her younger brother pulled his cock out of her well-fucked pussy and slid off the bed. Looking down at his sister, Whitley could hardly wait to do it again. She was perfection given human form. And soon enough her mind and soul would sing for him the same way her body did.

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Weiss woke up slowly to the feel of hands caressing her naked body. At first, she moaned, even pushing into the questing hands. She'd had more than a few wet dreams like this after all, and the hands were surprisingly experienced. Whoever they were attached to knew exactly what they were doing. Then, Weiss Schnee realized she wasn't dreaming and woke up with a start to find herself naked and tied up, her brother cuddling against her with his hard cock pressed against her leg as he nuzzled her neck.

"W-Whitley?!"

The young man moved his face from her neck to her hair as he nodded his head, continuing to molest her without a care in the world. Then, his fingers briefly glowed and Weiss melted, her eyes going from wide open to heavily lidded as she was once again moaning. D-dear god why was her little brother so damn good with his hands?!

"It's okay Weiss. Just relax… just enjoy it. We've got so much time. All the time in the world in fact. I'm going to make you mine, but for now let's just enjoy one another's company all right?"

Weiss whimpered helplessly, mewling in response. Somewhere in her mind she knew she was supposed to resist, that she was supposed to fight back. She knew that her and her brother SHOULDN'T be doing this… but it felt too damn good to stop now. She moaned again and pressed her naked body up into his hands, desperate for more. Whitley's chuckle at her expense wasn't even enough to stop the Schnee girl from seeking out his touch.

His fingers moved down her body and betwixt her legs, and then he was inside of her, his digits curling up into her. Weiss came almost immediately, her body already wound up by however long he'd been playing with her before then. She clenched down on his fingers with her pussy walls and shook in the bed, a keening wail leaving her throat before she came down from the orgasm. Left panting heavily, Weiss looked up at her brother's smiling face through barely open eyes.

Her lips parted and she tried to speak, but nothing came out. It took her brother a while to figure out exactly what she was saying, one word repeated over and over again. When he finally did realize that she was simply saying 'More', he grinned ferally and leaned down to kiss her brow.

"Not to worry Weiss. We're just getting started."

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