Ch.183Siblings (4)

Can one love one person while loving another?

A difficult question. At least for Llewellyn, it was.

Harem, they call it. Though historically it’s not uncommon for men to take multiple women as wives, Llewellyn never thought he would find himself in such a position.

But lying here now, Llewellyn had to accept it.

He had essentially formed a harem. After all, he now had intimate relationships with two people he knew.

The fact that one of them was his biological sister… well, that wasn’t a trivial detail.

After a brief escape, Llewellyn returned to pleasure.

His hips twitched involuntarily. Under his sister’s gaze, which had melted into something beyond tenderness, he breathed roughly.

Even running at full speed wouldn’t be this intense. His heart, transformed into an organ radiating divinity, still beat wildly, and his lungs, though they no longer needed to breathe, repeatedly swelled and contracted with excitement.

At the center of it all was his erect manhood.

The large member that had pierced his own sister’s virginity, reaching all the way to her deepest cervix.

It was the perfect size, as if made to fit from the beginning. Llewellyn exhaled heavily at the near-perfect fit.

His sister felt the same. Lucilla raised her hips and pressed down, letting out a cute sound—”hyaeu”—as she exhaled sweetly.

“Mmh, hyaeu, does it… feel good?”

The repeated squelching sounds were sticky and obscene. Though the movement itself was small—less than 2cm of hip motion.

Llewellyn felt immense pleasure from just that.

From the glans reaching the deepest part, down to the shaft and base.

Every time Lucilla slightly raised her hips and pressed down, the persistent and obsessive tightening of her inner walls was impressive.

It felt more like being firmly embraced. The pleasure was correspondingly magnificent.

A sensation as if she wouldn’t let go of what had entered. Lucilla bit her lip slightly, then bent forward with her hips pressed down, trembling.

“Ah, mmh, ah…!”

Squeeze, squeeze. The tightening of her inner walls was substantial. The pressure directly translated into pleasure.

Llewellyn gritted his teeth, trying not to ejaculate, while Lucilla turned her teary eyes toward her younger brother, breathing heavily.

Then she forced her loosening tongue to move, saying, “I’m sorry.”

“I, I came again. I should be… making you feel good….”

She slightly raised and lowered her buttocks, but even those movements were clumsy, revealing her inexperience.

The service of his virgin sister, who lacked not only experience but even knowledge.

Looking at his sister, Llewellyn confirmed it again.

That he was having sex with his own sister.

That this was undeniably incest.

Upon realizing this, a new worry emerged.

Llewellyn’s manhood wasn’t wearing anything like a condom.

He could already feel the urge to ejaculate building.

The mental excitement and the tight grip of virgin flesh.

The sense of taboo from taking his sister’s virginity, and the touching dedication of his sister who, despite the difficulty, was eagerly moving her hips to receive her brother’s seed deep in her womb.

It all made Llewellyn’s testicles boil with semen. He felt the urge to thrust as deep as possible and release everything.

“Ugh….”

Just imagining it made something surge from his urethra.

‘I almost came.’

His sister, perhaps insensitive due to being a virgin, didn’t notice, but with bad luck, even this could lead to pregnancy.

Remembering that fact made his manhood twitch. His sister trembled, her large breasts swaying with the involuntary movement inside her.

“Ah, mmh, don’t, move so much….”

She pleaded with a voice tinged with coquetry. It only fueled Llewellyn’s sadistic tendencies, but he managed to hold back with deep breaths.

If he hadn’t restrained himself, he might have grabbed his sister’s buttocks, lifted her up, and ejaculated deep inside her.

He had to resist that. Llewellyn gritted his teeth at the thought.

And felt the details of his sister’s inner walls wrapped around his manhood.

His sister’s inner walls had many folds. It felt as if they were made to perfectly wrap around Llewellyn’s—or rather Yoon Se-jin’s—long and thick manhood.

It was exactly as he had thought when first observing her womanhood—the sticky fluids suggested it would feel good to enter.

It felt unbearably good.

‘No, if I keep dwelling on this, I’ll really ejaculate.’

Llewellyn desperately tried to divert his attention. To his sister’s lower body straddling his, specifically to the feeling of her thighs against his skin.

His sister’s skin was soft.

Though both were naked, the areas of contact were limited, but the excitement was considerable.

Her skin was pale, with visible fine hair.

The points of contact were hot and visually appealing.

His sister, with her breasts bouncing abundantly, tears in her eyes, moving her hips while groaning, her expression melting from continuous climaxes.

Yet when their eyes met, she smiled with eyes full of love, pressing her hips down repeatedly and trembling with cute moans.

Llewellyn knew this was counterproductive. Rather than subsiding, his urge to ejaculate only grew stronger.

He wanted to release inside her. He wanted to insert himself as deep as possible and ejaculate to ensure pregnancy.

But was that acceptable?

She was his sister. They were blood-related siblings, biological siblings.

To fill his sister’s womb with his seed….

As he thought about it, Llewellyn had to grit his teeth at the taboo nature of it. It was precarious. When he grabbed his sister’s thighs to stop her, she instead took him to the deepest part, causing Lucilla to widen her eyes and drool.

He could feel the cervix against the back of his glans.

Behind it was the womb, which seemed to throb from being pressed repeatedly.

The cervix, which bumped against his glans like a child playfully kissing, felt firm yet somewhat bumpy, but each collision felt pleasurable rather than painful.

Rather, the sense that the womb was there transmitted excitement. If he ejaculated now, almost certainly.

But at the same time, he thought.

If he ejaculated now, he would be pouring his seed—his own sister’s brother’s seed—into his sister.

The sense of taboo and conquest whispered to Llewellyn. To ejaculate right now.

Just as he raised his head, thinking he couldn’t do that.

Lucilla’s gray eyes, soaked with affection and carnal desire, met his.

“Want to cum?”

His sister’s face, smiling broadly, came into view. A smile full of happiness and achievement, having finally obtained what she wanted.

His heart pounded. Llewellyn felt various emotions seeing the smile of the woman he loved.

He wanted to caress those cheeks, kiss those lips, leave his mark.

He also had bad thoughts of conquering her, subduing her, pinning her down and defiling her with his white seed.

Emotions he shouldn’t harbor for his own sister. Before he could even open his mouth.

“If you’re going to cum….”

Melted pronunciation, loosened tongue. Hazy eyes. Yet her intention was clear.

With a jolt, Llewellyn felt his semen racing down his urethra.

“Let’s cum lots in your big sister’s womb?”

And that was enough. Llewellyn felt his semen spurting like a broken faucet, from his testicles through his urethra to the tip of his glans.

Through the connected glans, semen poured directly into the womb.

Lucilla felt the faint spreading of life’s seed in her belly. Taboo as it was, her brother’s semen—born of the same blood and womb.

As if they were lovers, the semen that was being thrust and poured into her, she felt it pouring toward her womb.

‘Ah, I’m coming.’

That alone was enough to make her climax once more. She curled her toes and trembled, letting out a suppressed moan close to a scream with her mouth tightly closed.

Semen was entering her womb.

The incestuous semen of her brother, which she had been longing for, was filling her womb.

It poured out continuously, filling her as if to prove that beyond being her brother, he was her lover. Though still not enough to fill her completely, Lucilla gasped in happiness.

The taboo was merely a spice. Lucilla collapsed forward while still connected to her brother, their bodies overlapping.

And again, she realized new things.

That her sister’s breasts were heavy and weighty, yet soft.

How they squished when pressed against skin.

That her sister’s skin was warm and hot, making it feel good to lie down while still inside her.

The ticklish long hair that tickled his side was also distracting, but amidst all that, there was one more realization.

‘I… had sex with my sister.’

Not a stepsister, but his biological sister. The guardian who had raised him all his life.

He was kissing and having sex with such a sister like a lover. He had even ejaculated inside her.

If that semen led directly to pregnancy.

As they were both heated and breathing roughly, Lucilla, who had collapsed on Llewellyn’s chest, laughed with a faint moan.

“It got bigger again. Se-jin.”

Seductive eyes met his. Lucilla, with her cheek resting on Llewellyn’s chest, was gently caressing his nipple with her index finger.

“Were you thinking something naughty?”

“About… making you pregnant.”

After moistening his lips with his tongue, Llewellyn could finally finish his sentence.

Her expression stiffened. But unlike stiffening from displeasure.

“If you say such naughty things, I can’t….”

Lucilla was excited. Judging by how her inner walls were squeezing tightly around his still deeply embedded manhood, she was.

“Do you like that?”

Was she scolding him? But her voice was as gentle and quiet as usual, lacking conviction.

Rather.

“Putting your dick in your sister’s pussy… cumming lots to get her pregnant… mmh, do you like making your sister pregnant and filling her belly?”

Lucilla was clearly wanting something. Even Llewellyn could tell clearly.

“Se-jin keeps, mmh, thinking naughty and bad thoughts. You need to be punished….”

“Sister.”

Lucilla reacted with a twitch. Llewellyn grabbed his sister’s trembling buttocks.

“Be quiet.”

Words he wouldn’t normally say. Words he wouldn’t even consider for fear of hurting his sister.

But Llewellyn said them without hesitation and looked down at his sister without any regret.

Because in Llewellyn’s eyes, Lucilla was smiling.

With a relaxed face, his biological sister was smiling broadly, and Llewellyn kissed her as lovers would.

He pressed his lips against hers, twisted them open, and sucked on her tongue.

Her body twitched as saliva was sucked away, and when he traced her palate with his tongue, her body trembled and her inner walls contracted, squeezing his manhood.

Clear evidence in itself. Without hesitation, Llewellyn kneaded his sister’s buttocks, gripping them as if they were objects, and gently pressed his hips upward.

Then came the moans rushing from her mouth. The moans, close to screams, resonating in her mouth couldn’t even become nasal sounds.

Because Llewellyn was completely blocking his sister’s mouth as if violating it.

Lucilla lightly tapped her brother’s shoulders and had tears welling up in her eyes while her inner walls were filled with her blood relative’s manhood.

She didn’t appear sad or distressed.

No, she was distressed, but in a way, she wanted it.

She wanted to be treated like an object by her brother.

Llewellyn kissed his sister’s eyes, which were bending with excitement.

“Mmh, hyaeu, slurp, we shouldn’t….”

He pressed his lips against hers as if to silence her, entwining their tongues.

A different kiss from before. Sticky and clinging with affection, but.

Unlike before, this kiss had no consideration.

Meanwhile, Llewellyn gently moved his hips from below and pressed down on the buttocks he was gripping.

His hips drew a nearly circular motion. The inward-dipping circular movement inevitably made Lucilla’s waist tremble and delivered intense pleasure repeatedly.

“Ah, mmh, I’m, I’m coming, Se-jin, wait…!”

“I told you to be quiet. You like being thrust into like this.”

At her brother’s growling words, Lucilla couldn’t even respond and buried her face in his chest. The sound escaping with a “hiiik” was due to the pressure applied with the glans hooked against her cervix.

“Sis, sister is dying, feels like dying, ah. That, mmh.”

Intense pleasure enveloped her body. The bewilderment and joy of having what she had been longing for fulfilled swept through her body, only to be washed away by the following pleasure.

With wide eyes and gaping mouth, she finally let out a loud, uncontrollable moan.

A vulgar moan that made her want to cover her mouth after uttering it. Her face turned red with embarrassment and humiliation.

But Llewellyn embraced his sister’s body, pinning her down as if saying “where do you think you’re putting your hands?” Only Llewellyn’s hips continued their skillful scraping motion, causing fluids to splash out and wet the sheets with each entry and exit of his manhood.

Her consciousness was blurring. Though she had wanted this, wanted to be used like a tool by her brother and impregnated.

Nevertheless, Lucilla was overwhelmed by the pleasure that came too quickly, leaving her no room to breathe.

The glans scraping her inner walls brought intense pleasure bordering on pain.

The movement that hooked against her cervix and pressed against the opposite wall of her vagina was rough yet appropriately violent, taking her breath away.

And the withdrawing movement. As the entire shaft rubbed down the opposite wall, a cool yet subtle pleasure made her back arch and forced feminine cries from her mouth in her brother’s arms.

He’s good at this. It feels good again, and he’s so lovable. Lucilla twisted her waist, trying to use her brother’s manhood as a plug to prevent the semen filling her from escaping, but.

“Ah, aaah…!”

Her brother wouldn’t allow it. Instead, as if punishing her, he pounded her womb with audible thuds, causing saliva and cries to flow.

With her breasts pressed down, Lucilla scratched Llewellyn’s forearm and curled her toes again.

It’s coming. Something big, something she couldn’t handle.

“I’m going to cum again.”

Just then, his movements became rougher. Lucilla answered like a death rattle in her fading consciousness.

“Ah, in, yes. Cum, inside…!”

At those words, Llewellyn pounded her womb with a thud as if that had been his intention all along, causing Lucilla’s entire body to shake violently.

With a gasp and swallowed breath, her brother’s thick, sticky semen poured into her.

Semen that seemed to pour into her womb with a gushing sound. Lucilla tried to steady herself while panting, but it wasn’t over yet.

Llewellyn seemed intent on using his sister like a tool.

Somehow Lucilla was now lying on her stomach on the bed, and Llewellyn had skillfully mounted her from behind and was pushing in.

Lucilla reflexively grabbed the pillow in front of her and bit into it, while Llewellyn pulled his hips back long and thrust in from behind his sister.

The intense impact caused suppressed moans to burst forth. Pleasure surged and exploded in her mind.

A position that made her feel like she was being “fucked” by her brother. Blood spurted from Lucilla’s nose, and she cried at the violence being unleashed on her womb.

Rhythmic moans and piston movements. An act too violent to perform on a virgin.

But for a masochistic sister who had long waited to be ravished by her brother, it was always necessary.

Lucilla shed tears and let out moans close to wailing as she felt Llewellyn’s weight pressing down on her body.

From then on, Lucilla’s reason was hopelessly blurred. Even her words weren’t clear.

I love you, I like you, impregnate me.

Cum inside me, it feels good, do as you please, be rougher.

In her blurred consciousness, only these seven intentions floated around in mixed order, and Llewellyn bit his sister’s earlobe while pressing her long, beautiful back down with his body.

“Ugh, ah, it hurts…!”

Though she pleaded with tears, Llewellyn knew his sister well.

“It, hurts, Se-jin, don’t, torment, your sister….”

What he heard immediately was a plea. The previous Llewellyn might have weakened, but.

“Mmh, ah, mmh….”

There were moans that followed.

Moreover, the inner walls that squeezed his manhood as if to break it off at the root, the melting voice, and the laughter that escaped when she wasn’t speaking all suggested.

Llewellyn knew that Yoon Se-ah was a hopeless pervert who got aroused being fucked like a dog by her own brother.

So amidst the rising climax and urge to ejaculate, Llewellyn reached out and spanked his sister’s large buttocks.

The spreading sound was loud. Clear pain burned through Lucilla’s mind, and with a “mmh” exhaled breath, the clear ejaculation inside her burned away what little reason remained.

Llewellyn whispered as his sister wanted.

“Does it feel good being fucked by your own brother?”

Lucilla didn’t know what she answered, but Llewellyn laughed. A mocking laugh that rang out as if meant to be heard.

Lucilla’s inner walls squeezed tightly, and Llewellyn whispered.

“You perverted woman. Cum.”

Simultaneously, semen poured into her womb. As he bit her earlobe again, she gasped and panted.

Lucilla’s toes curled and uncurled repeatedly next to Llewellyn’s feet, processing the continuous climax.

Yet she couldn’t process it all. Lucilla’s face, stained with tear tracks, crumbled. With panting sounds and a voice that was fading away.

The words “I love you” flowed hazily, and Llewellyn kissed his sister.

The words “Me too” that flowed didn’t reach Lucilla anymore.

*

It didn’t take long for Lucilla to regain consciousness.

In fact, her excellent physique and accumulated martial arts hindered it, so when Lucilla woke up, she was slightly displeased, but.

Her heart immediately melted due to her brother and lover, who was right beside her on the bed, offering his arm as a pillow.

So Lucilla, with her head resting on her brother’s chest and her face stained with tear tracks, gave him an affectionate gaze.

“If I had known Se-jin liked this… I would have done this much sooner.”

Lucilla’s voice was rough from overuse. Even that wasn’t bad due to her naturally pleasant voice, but it symbolized something in itself.

Llewellyn stroked his sister’s hair, recalling the fact that he had truly fucked his sister like a dog.

Meanwhile, his sister was tracing circles on his chest with her index finger.

“How much sooner?”

“When Se-jin was in middle school.”

Lucilla looked at Llewellyn with a broad smile. It was the eyes of a lover, not a family member who shared the same blood and grew up together.

Moreover, Lucilla couldn’t resist embracing Llewellyn and pressing her lips against his.

Llewellyn kissed his sister, realizing that his biological sister had become his lover.

After a light kiss—”chu”—Lucilla smiled broadly and nuzzled her head against his chest with narrowed eyes.

“Middle school? Surely not.”

“I should have… told you that you didn’t need to go to the bathroom. Instead… hehe.”

Though she was being evasive out of embarrassment, her meaning was clear. Llewellyn responded with a bitter smile.

“I was still in middle school then?”

“Even so….”

Lucilla had already broken loose. In his sister’s coquettish behavior, and in her duality of still trying to care for Llewellyn gently, he felt familiarity and a sense of taboo.

And such taboo feelings evidenced a fact. Llewellyn looked down at his sister, realizing this fact.

Just then, his manhood twitched at the taboo feeling.

Lucilla examined the manhood poking her lower breast with seductive eyes, then slowly lowered her body.

“I would have done this for you, as much as you wanted.”

Lucilla calmly spoke as she gripped his manhood and put it in her mouth.

Llewellyn became excited watching his biological sister bury her face in his groin, clumsily sucking on the glans that was soaked with fluids and semen.

And he realized that his sister was truly his biological sister, that he and Yoon Se-ah were blood relatives born from the same womb.

They were truly siblings cut from the same cloth.