Ch.181Siblings (2)

When he was young, Yoon Sejin often kissed his older sister.

This was common before he entered middle school.

His sister needed emotional comfort, and Sejin’s “kisses” could provide that.

They were mostly on the lips.

But he never harbored impure or lustful thoughts. That’s inevitable when dealing with a child.

He would lightly kiss his sister’s lips and pull away with a smile, and Yoon Se-ah would hug him, stroke his hair, or touch his cheeks affectionately.

Se-ah herself never received these kisses with any impure thoughts either.

After middle school, they stopped, which was natural.

In his first year of middle school, as Sejin entered puberty, he realized that kissing his sister on the lips was embarrassing.

He also realized he could no longer do it with completely pure intentions.

So inevitably, if his sister really wanted it, he would kiss her on the cheek, and even that became rare.

He would make excuses to avoid it or honestly say he was embarrassed to get out of it.

His sister found his embarrassment cute anyway.

Though she might have felt disappointed and a little sad, she let it go.

So this was their first kiss since then.

And considering that no one counts childhood “pecks” as a first kiss, this could be considered Se-ah’s first real kiss.

Her first kiss and a long-overdue kiss between siblings.

The sensation was unfamiliar.

Their touching lips were soft. Also warm and heartwarming.

But it also made breathing difficult.

His heart raced unnecessarily. With eyes closed, unable to open them, his knees, already pressed together, moved forward.

The chair creaked, tilted, and as they connected.

Lucilla and Llewellyn pressed their lips together while in close contact.

Their overlapping lips had a subtle sweetness.

A honey-like sweetness with a subtle floral scent.

Llewellyn couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, and Lucilla, with her eyes narrowly open and tears forming, pressed even closer.

A hand moved. Their overlapping hands remained still as if afraid to separate, but the right hand that had been awkwardly resting on his knee moved.

Smoothly, from leg to leg. The slender fingers that seemed to explore the firm flesh beneath the clothing suddenly stopped near the front.

The advance that had been moving freely stopped due to none other than his own hesitation.

What if she thinks I’m going too far?

What if she gets scared and doesn’t want to continue?

Lucilla hesitated at the last moment and stopped, while Llewellyn, unaware of this, moved on to the next step.

As if it were natural, his lips parted. A tongue pushed its way between the slanted lips.

Lucilla’s shoulders naturally trembled greatly.

Should I proceed, she wondered momentarily. In the end, unable to decide either way, Lucilla placed her hand on her brother’s thigh and moved her tongue awkwardly and sluggishly.

Feeling the movement of his tongue probing inside her mouth.

Meanwhile, Llewellyn was feeling the gradually increasing heat in his lower body.

It had been like that since their lips met, but it seemed to accelerate even more after he pushed his tongue in.

He was kissing his sister, who used to exchange kisses with him often when he was young, the family member who had taken care of him his entire life, like a lover, overlapping lips and intertwining tongues.

It felt sinful and mind-numbing.

More than pleasure, his mind constricted him, and Llewellyn moved his tongue while feeling the gradually growing bulge in his groin and his sister’s knee almost touching it.

Lucilla moved awkwardly as if this was her first kiss. When she extended her tongue to meet his from the root, licking his tongue, she felt tremors spreading from her shoulders.

Those tremors reached her knees, and inevitably Llewellyn felt stimulation to his groin, but he couldn’t stop what had already begun.

It accelerated. Intertwining tongues, becoming rougher, enjoying the breath his sister exhaled, he pushed harder.

Unlike Lucilla’s hand that stopped on his thigh and their overlapping hands, Llewellyn’s right hand grabbed Lucilla’s arm.

Unable to even escape, Lucilla was accepting the sticky kiss from her brother.

Eventually Llewellyn opened his eyes, their overlapping lips separated, and as Llewellyn matched his tongue with his sister’s tongue that had come out of her lips.

He was excited by the realization and sinfulness of doing something siblings shouldn’t do.

His lower body already had a bulge that felt like it would burst. While feeling disappointed about the hand that stopped at his thigh, his momentarily returned reason seemed to ask what he was doing.

With no answer, Llewellyn saw the long strand of saliva as he tried to steady his rough breathing.

“Se-Sejin…”

Her voice, stretched long, was sensual. There was a twitching movement inside his pants, but Lucilla didn’t notice because of the tears in her eyes.

“Sis, let’s catch our breath. Hmm?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry.”

The siblings’ rough breathing sounded simultaneously. Lucilla repeatedly exhaled her unsteady breath with her hand on her chest.

This position was uncomfortable. Lucilla glanced at her brother and blushed self-consciously.

She was red to the tips of her ears. Both she and her brother.

“…How was it?”

Llewellyn touched his reddened face and looked back in confusion. Lucilla felt a slight sense of achievement at having to say it herself.

“What do you think of me?”

He still couldn’t answer. Given his shyness, that was understandable.

Though she felt some disappointment, Lucilla belatedly saw his swollen bulge.

That was answer enough. She would have preferred to hear it verbally, but. Lucilla silently observed her shy brother and smiled gently.

“Hmm? What are you thinking?”

When she asked innocently, Llewellyn scratched the back of his neck.

“…I don’t know.”

And as he blurted it out, Lucilla found it incredibly endearing.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and feeling her brother’s body heat on her closed lips, she suppressed the laughter escaping from under her pursed lips.

“Ah, you’re so cute.”

“What are you saying… Cute, really…”

Even that response was endearing. Lucilla had already embraced her close brother, and Llewellyn, though startled, naturally wrapped his arms around his sister’s back.

It was a familiar embrace. His sister often needed comfort after returning from work, and the only way for elementary and middle school Sejin to comfort her was through hugs.

Of course, there was a lot of contact during those times.

Looking back now, they seemed almost deliberate.

His sister would always shower before hugging him after returning from work.

Her excuse was that she was dirty from sweating, but there were several things he only realized now.

It was clear that Yoon Se-ah had been seducing Yoon Sejin.

That smelling good after a shower instead of sweaty was more effective, that not wearing underwear made the sensation more distinct.

It wasn’t like that now, but that difference made a big change.

He understood the sensations he felt vividly then, the things that touched, all of it.

So Llewellyn, with a slightly reddened face, tried to push back his already swollen front, but.

It didn’t work out that way. Already in close contact, Llewellyn’s front pressed against Lucilla’s exposed navel, and the sinfulness of that moment made Llewellyn hesitate.

Basically, medieval pants aren’t thin, but if they serve as underwear, that’s a different story.

Through a layer of fabric, Llewellyn felt his glans touch his sister’s navel.

Beyond the fabric and skin is the womb. The thought was maddening. He tried to pull away, but his sister wouldn’t let go.

Glancing down, he saw her reddened ears.

‘Ah.’

She knew too. What was touching, where it was touching.

He felt like he was losing his mind. Facing the pouring sinfulness like a stream of water, Llewellyn squeezed his eyes shut.

“This… ahem, doesn’t this remind you of the past?”

Her voice cracked. It revealed that his sister was nervous too. Llewellyn opened his eyes slightly and answered with a similar crack in his voice.

“The past…?”

“Middle school.”

‘Of all times.’

Llewellyn sighed. He deliberately avoided the topic by avoiding conversation, but Lucilla was persistent.

“In middle school… during summer, Sejin especially couldn’t find a place to look.”

She chuckled softly. She seemed to have relaxed a bit.

Seeing her brother’s stiffened reaction made her mischievous. Lucilla deliberately pressed her breasts against Llewellyn’s upper arm and rested her cheek on his chest.

The sound of his heartbeat was pleasant.

“We stopped bathing together too. Do you know how sad that made me?”

“Sorry…”

“Why did you stop bathing with me? It was good to save on water bills.”

He couldn’t answer verbally. How could he say it was because he lusted after his sister’s body?

Lucilla gained a little courage. She released the hug and leaned against the chair. Even that was practically face-to-face because the chairs were touching, but.

Llewellyn looked at his sister with disappointment and shock, and.

Lucilla said while supporting her breasts with her hands.

“Was it because of these?”

That was correct. Llewellyn opened and closed his mouth with a reddened face.

Lucilla gained courage from her brother’s reaction. With curved lips and eyes, Lucilla continued her offensive.

“Well, Sejin often… went to the bathroom to, you know, masturbate.”

Llewellyn stiffened with a jolt. Faint shock flashed in his eyes.

“You, knew?”

Unlike her brother, Lucilla smiled. She nodded greatly. Then Lucilla gathered her courage and moved her hand from her thigh to his front.

Normally, he would have grabbed her hand or covered himself before that, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so now.

Advancing without hindrance, Lucilla’s index finger touched Llewellyn’s glans through his clothes.

A slight moan escaped with an “uh.” Lucilla’s shoulders jerked, and then she smiled as if nothing had happened.

“Like this, making it so swollen and then hurrying to the bathroom… I knew everything.”

Back then, Lucilla had felt various desires and impulses too.

Should she offer to help first, should she say she would help him find natural relief because it might be bad for his body.

In the end, it remained just a thought, but that thought became a fantasy.

So while Yoon Sejin was exerting himself in the bathroom and coming out composed, Yoon Se-ah was busily moving her hand over her underwear in her room.

How many times had she rubbed herself thinking about her brother in puberty relieving himself while thinking about his sister’s body every day?

So Lucilla took courage.

“If, if I had asked to do it, to help you then, I would have.”

She smiled and gently rubbed his glans through the fabric. Llewellyn recalled the past while feeling his breath becoming rough.

If that had happened.

If that had really happened, he thought he might have been doing it like an animal every day, every moment.

Lucilla read that expression.

“No, that’s probably an excuse? Actually, I wanted to do it with Sejin.”

Once she confessed, her heart felt lighter. Lucilla spoke hesitantly.

“I thought… I wanted Sejin to do all sorts of things with my body… to do whatever he wanted.”

The bulge twitched. Lucilla felt her brother’s sexual desire responding to her words and smiled broadly.

“Actually, every time Sejin went to masturbate, I would rub myself over my clothes too. Fantasizing that maybe Sejin would come out and pounce on me.”

After saying this, she let out an “uh” sound. There was viscous fluid flowing.

Lucilla fidgeted with her legs as if trying to adjust her position, and a sticky sound was subtly heard.

It was a sound neither homunculus could fail to hear. Naturally, their faces reddened.

“Even, even now. Yes, thinking about it makes me wet and sticky. I want to rub it. I’m desperate.”

She gets excited while speaking dirty talk. Lucilla bit her lip slightly while feeling her sticky crevice and the flesh sticking wetly to her underwear.

“What about you?”

“I…”

“Is there anything you wanted to do to me… or fantasized about?”

There were many. Especially during middle school, when he was in the midst of puberty.

Among them, the main one was of course.

“My breasts?”

“You knew…?”

“Yes, the way Sejin stared so intently.”

And she actually liked being seen.

That’s why Lucilla would often come out with just a towel after showering to deliberately stimulate her brother, wasn’t it?

He would get so erect that he would head to the bathroom where his sister had just showered to masturbate.

Then Yoon Se-ah would pull down her towel and masturbate in the space Yoon Sejin had just vacated.

It was a moment of realizing that the siblings desired the same thing. Lucilla looked up slightly with a reddened face and met her brother’s eyes.

“So… do you want to touch them?”

Llewellyn didn’t answer, but Lucilla brought her hand back to her breasts.

“These… Sejin can touch them freely. Because I, I belong to Sejin.”

As she spoke, her love juices flowed abundantly. Her underwear was already failing to serve its purpose and was revealing what was inside.

Lucilla became even more excited by that fact itself and moved her hand to the buttons she had barely fastened.

The cleavage that had been clearly visible, with the fabric between the buttons gaping to subtly show the underside of her breasts, suddenly disappeared.

Like a released bowstring that had been pulled taut, her front opened wide.

The exhaled breath was overwhelming. Her compressed breasts were released, and with her top hanging only on her corset and arms, attention naturally turned to what was below.

Even Yoon Sejin hadn’t seen them in a long time.

He had only seen them when he was young, and never since then—his sister’s breasts.

The breasts he saw after such a long time felt completely different from his memory.

Not only were they almost the size of a head, but the curves flowing from the snow-white skin caught his eye.

The gently descending curve, the enormity that even partially covered her sides.

And the sense of weight felt immediately upon release.

Llewellyn, Yoon Sejin, freshly realized why he had suffered so much during middle school.

How could he have resisted when she exposed and seduced him with such things?

Meanwhile, his eyes couldn’t leave the nipples that stood erect and felt pointed.

“How are they…?”

Llewellyn’s mouth opened and wouldn’t close. Yoon Se-ah became even more excited seeing that expression and deliberately showed off her breasts.

“Do you want to touch them…?”

Llewellyn only realized he had nodded after seeing his sister’s expression.

And embarrassingly, he had no thought of taking back his action.

Just as his sister’s desire was pouring out, Llewellyn too had things he had suppressed and hidden.

But for a very brief moment, Llewellyn hesitated.

That was because Yoon Sejin knew well that once he reached out his hand, there would be no way back.

So Llewellyn thought about what he should do.

Llewellyn, Yoon Sejin, felt grateful to Yoon Se-ah and indebted to her. He also felt a sense of obligation.

At the same time, he had actually lusted after his sister’s body. During middle school, when Yoon Sejin was in the midst of puberty, Yoon Se-ah’s aggressive approaches were stimulating.

Moreover, Yoon Sejin still loved his sister. How could he not love the sister who had lived with him his whole life and taken care of him?

Even if his sister’s personality wasn’t good, he would have developed affection, but his sister’s personality was actually quite good.

She was kind, lovable, affectionate, and good at observing people, making her pleasant to be around.

He wanted to honestly accept his sister’s affection and be spoiled by her.

He also thought about burying his face in those large breasts and inserting himself between the mounds that had made him masturbate and ejaculate many times.

But he knew well that this was taboo, not permitted by social norms.

However, he merely knew this.

Llewellyn was an orphan. The only family education he received was from Yoon Se-ah.

A sister who loves her brother and wants to be his lover couldn’t provide proper family education. His aversion to incest disappeared surprisingly quickly.

Above all, the world was different.

Even Valterok acted as if it didn’t matter that she was his sister, and many gods Llewellyn knew committed incest.

Beyond such rational thoughts, Llewellyn looked at Lucilla.

Llewellyn wanted to make his sister happy.

He had lived his entire life with that as his only goal. That’s why he lost all motivation when his sister disappeared.

So now, he had such a thought.

Wouldn’t it be right to prioritize his sister’s happiness over morality?

But his hand moved before such thoughts.

Their lips overlapped. Lucilla opened her eyes wide in surprise, then narrowed them sensually and extended her tongue beyond their overlapping lips.

Their tongues touched. He felt a soft, warm, and moist piece of flesh.

It traced his gums. It caressed his tongue and tumbled around as if foreseeing what these siblings would do a little later.

The sticky sound of water and bodies in contact. Hands kneading pressed breasts.

Llewellyn touched his sister’s breasts for the first time after only fantasizing about them all this time.

He collapsed the breast mounds that coexisted with elasticity and softness in his hand, and caressed the large, subtly cool skin.

He kneaded them from the root to the nipple as if squeezing them, and traced from the sweaty underside, stickily kneading with the sweat that came off.

When he raised his fingertips from the underside to the nipple, Lucilla’s body trembled and pressed even closer.

His phallus pressed against her womb. The shaft rubbed against her as they pressed together.

Meanwhile, his sister’s groin touched Llewellyn’s knee, and Lucilla moved her waist slightly while exhaling sweet and overwhelming breaths.

Clumsy, virgin-like movements.

Thus, the siblings pressed their long-awaited flesh together.

Even though it was just foreplay, even though there wasn’t even a proper start yet.

Despite their lips separating and faces moving away as if they had been waiting, Lucilla wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck and teased his tongue with the tip of her extended tongue.

Saliva dripped down and wet their clothes, but they didn’t think it was dirty.

Their tongues separated, and Lucilla smiled broadly with a completely melted face.

The sticky sound when she slightly moved her buttocks on the chair. The sticky friction sound of flesh.

As Llewellyn’s manhood twitched, Lucilla said with heated breath.

“I’m incredibly wet. My pants are damp.”

It could be felt on Llewellyn’s pants, specifically on his knee. The wetness and dampness that also felt hot.

Llewellyn stopped caressing her breasts and met his sister’s eyes.

“Want to see?”

“…Yes.”

Lucilla smiled seductively and led her brother to the bed.