episode_0067

Rustle─

In the pre-dawn hours past midnight, Isis tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

“Haa… What’s wrong with my body?”

She knew, in fact. At least, she knew what her body’s condition implied.

But if she acknowledged it, she would no longer be able to face her younger brother.

As she closed her eyes again, the events of the day replayed vividly in her mind.

The large hand that pulled her close, the reliable and warm embrace, the firm chest, and more impressive than all of that, Ruan’s large penis.

The last time they had bathed together was when Ruan was seven, so it had been a full thirteen years since she last saw it.

What had happened in that time? The cute little thing that barely exceeded two finger-widths had transformed into something as large as an arm.

But that wasn’t important.

The problem was the emotions she felt after that, while caressing Ruan’s penis.

A slightly salty taste and the strong, stimulating scent of a male’s body. That wild smell, a little unpleasant yet primal, still lingered in her mouth.

If she opened her mouth, the sensation of holding his penis at that moment would resurface, causing her body to spontaneously heat up.

“Ruan…”

Isis softly called her brother’s name and placed a hand over her chest.

Her abundantly swollen breasts. A searing stimulation remained there, as if branded.

She couldn’t forget Ruan’s touch, which had been with her for only a short time, and longed for it.

As she recognized this, the heat throughout her body intensified, and the nipples pressed by her palm stiffened and rose.

Hesitating, Isis moved her hand slightly.

Slide─

As her palm rubbed against her firm nipple, a faint pleasure arose.

Along with a shiver down her spine, she felt a sudden clenching in her lower abdomen, and the space between her thighs became slightly damp.

An impulse took root in her mind.

‘More, I want more!’

She knew that if she went any further, it would be irreversible, yet she ultimately succumbed to the temptation.

Her hand closed, gripping her breast.

Past memories overlapped, and a sensation similar to being caressed by Ruan enveloped her.

Isis moved her hand repeatedly as if possessed. She immersed herself in trying to feel this sensation just a little longer, to cool her body’s heat.

She let out a soft moan… a gasp! A long, drawn-out sigh…

She didn’t even try to stifle her moans.

Like a thief who learns late and doesn’t know when dawn breaks [a proverb meaning someone who is new to something might overdo it or not know when to stop], she, who had never masturbated in her entire life, quickly fell into this unfamiliar yet captivating pleasure.

Guilt towards Ruan and self-loathing coalesced into a single emotion: depravity.

As she ceaselessly kneaded her breasts, she suddenly realized that the space between her thighs was no longer just damp, but thoroughly wet.

Instinctively rubbing her thighs together, she turned her head to look out the window.

It was in the direction of Ruan’s room.

“Ruan… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being such a worthless older sister.”

Isis apologized to her brother. Because she knew she couldn’t stop here.

Due to her meager experience, she couldn’t even imagine another man, and she knew she would inevitably commit the sin of incest, even if only in her imagination.

Thus, she felt sorry for Ruan, and at the same time, she was uncontrollably aroused.

Isis looked away, up at the ceiling, and shoved her remaining hand into her pajamas.

Her hand slid over her smooth lower abdomen, past her neatly trimmed pubic hair, and finally reached the moist, wet crevice.

Her tightly closed vulva occasionally throbbed, steadily expelling lubricating fluid.

After hovering for a moment, coating her fingers with fluid, she cautiously rubbed the crevice.

Squelch!

She let out a soft gasp.

Pleasure, spreading with a squelching sound, stimulated her peripheral nervous system.

More lubricating fluid flowed from the slight opening caused by the pressure of her finger. It was very hot and sticky.

Just like when Ruan had touched her breasts.

“Ruan… Ruan…”

Isis repeated her precious brother’s name, and truly began to masturbate.

With her middle finger, she slid between the crevice, her index and ring fingers pressing down on her plump labia, while her other hand wildly kneaded her breasts.

As she occasionally twisted her firm nipples, her vulva overflowed with fluid, as if flooded.

Her panties instantly lost their function as underwear, and her pajamas were soaked, forming a circular wet mark on the bed centered around her vulva.

But Isis paid no attention to such things, focused solely on her masturbation.

Squish! Squish!

“Ah! Haaah… Ruan. This feels so good…”

In her current imagination, she was nestled in Ruan’s broad embrace, being caressed.

Normally, she wouldn’t even dare to imagine such a thing, but consumed by lust, she easily leaped over the hurdle of being siblings, desiring even more.

The only thing that prevented her from going further was her aversion to penetration.

Even as she positioned her finger to push it inside the opening, a minimal trace of reason ultimately denied it, putting on the brakes.

Ultimately, she gave up on penetration and instead moved her hand slightly upward.

There, her clitoris, already greatly aroused, was swollen.

Squish!

“Aahh…!”

As she rubbed it gently, her vaginal walls contracted strongly, and fluid dripped out as if being squeezed.

The ball of fire burning deep within her uterus felt as if it had grown even larger.

Isis moved her fingers up and down, from her clitoris to near her anus, repeatedly craving pleasure.

Squish! Squish!

Her speed gradually increased.

It was a sign that orgasm was approaching.

As her mind turned white with pleasure, her hips naturally lifted into the air.

Feeling her body arching more and more, Isis, who had been caressing her breasts and vulva, grabbed and twisted her clitoris and nipples just before the fireball within her uterus exploded.

For a moment, light flashed before her eyes.

“Aaaaaaaah…!”

Reaching her climax, Isis let out a cry of ecstasy, thrusting her hips powerfully and erupting a fountain from her vulva.

Squirt! Squirt! Spurt!

The fluid shot out in a parabola, arching over the bed and wetting the floor outside.

Her hips continuously undulated up and down, scattering fluid as she reached the peak.

After erupting with no less than five fountains, Isis lowered her hips onto the mattress with a refreshing sense of satisfaction.

“Aahk! Aah… Hnng…!”

Her excitement hadn’t cooled, and even just breathing sent throbbing sensations throughout her body.

It felt like she could continue as long as she wanted, but Isis’s sexual desire wasn’t that strong, so it didn’t continue.

Instead, as her sexual desire was sated, her reason slowly returned, and her actions came into clear view.

“What have I done…”

She muttered, sinking into a swamp of self-reproach, and brought one hand before her eyes.

She saw it, glistening, wet with fluid.

All the fantasies and words she had whispered while caressing her vulva with this hand resurfaced, and shame and self-contempt surged within her.

How could she have committed such lewd acts with her own brother as the subject?

It was truly disgusting beyond words.

“Ruan…”

But what was even more serious was that even as she reproached herself, she couldn’t possibly forget the sensations she had just experienced.

Now that she knew, there was no returning to a time when she knew nothing.

From now on, she would be plagued by lust, and every time she ultimately couldn’t endure it and masturbated, she would experience these same feelings.

“Ruan, I’m sorry. I… I don’t think I can hold back.”

Her first caress in life. Her first masturbation in life. Her first orgasm in life.

All of this, she experienced with her younger brother.

How much more would they share in the future?

She held both fear and anticipation.

Lying still, she composed her complex emotions. Once she had calmed down, she got up and headed for the shower.

Whoosh!

As she turned on the shower, cold water poured out.

The cold chill completely washed away the lingering heat, making her mind even calmer.

She looked at the mirror in front of her.

Black hair and silver eyes.

A characteristic of the Friuli family.

Lovely, and also resentful.

“Father. I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

Isis’s eyes began to trace back in time, revisiting memories from a few days ago.

***

After the meal ended and Ruan left, only Isis and Ian remained in the dining room.

Ian took a sip of wine and then asked.

“Isis. How has Ruan’s surveillance been?”

“…As I sent in the letter, he’s noticed. If I do more, he’ll get very angry.”

Ruan’s surveillance. It was Isis’s role, established by Ian himself and ongoing for the past eight years.

When she first received this order, she wanted to ignore the truth, and because of that, she had avoided Ruan for a while due to guilt.

Perhaps that was when it began. When Ruan’s personality drastically became dependent, eventually transforming into a delinquent.

Even now, she regretted her actions back then.

Ian pushed his will onto Isis, who was subtly expressing her difficulties.

“But don’t you know? That it cannot be stopped.”

“…Since enrolling in the Academy, Ruan has gotten much better. He’s diligently attending classes and making wholesome friends.”

Isis earnestly tried to persuade him. She emphasized that Ruan had changed, and that things wouldn’t turn out as he feared, but not even a wrinkle appeared on Ian’s face.

“Isis. I feel sorry for burdening you. If it were up to me, I’d want to continue myself. However, I cannot leave my post. Haven’t you understood that?”

“Still… I don’t want to do such a thing.”

If Ruan had maintained his original attitude, and continued to cause harm, Isis might have acquiesced to Ian’s orders.

However, Ruan’s actions over the past few months caused her to hesitate.

Even Ian had noticed the change through their brief meeting and understood her, but he couldn’t yield on this particular matter.

Ian sternly pressed Isis.

“Isis. Pull yourself together! Do you truly wish for Ruan to become an enemy of the Empire, no, of humanity?”

“No! That’s impossible!”

“Then continue the surveillance. Do you understand?”

Isis bit her lip tightly.

Eight years ago, from the moment she heard those words from Ian, she had wanted to scream. To ask if that information was true, if it was right to torment Ruan because of such a prophecy, and if he truly… was their father.

Resentment and bitterness welled up in her chest, but Isis ultimately couldn’t voice them.

Because she thought her father must be suffering just as much as she was.

If her father had truly intended to cut off all possibilities, he wouldn’t have even made the decision to send Ruan to the Academy.

“Father… are you okay? There are no eternal secrets. One day, when Ruan learns the truth, he will resent you. He might even hate you! Are you truly okay with that?”

Ian, meeting Isis’s desperate gaze, widened his eyes in surprise, then offered a bitter smile.

“It doesn’t matter. If by doing so, Ruan, you, and everyone in this territory can live. I will gladly bear everything.”

“Father…”

“If it’s too difficult, tell me. I’ll assign another supervisor.”

If she simply said yes here, she could escape this torment. Isis knew this, yet she couldn’t bring herself to accept the offer.

What if a newly assigned supervisor, through some misunderstanding, killed Ruan?

If that happened, would she truly be able to not regret her current choice?

She was absolutely certain that she would regret it.

Therefore, even if she didn’t want this role, she absolutely had to take it on herself.

“No. I’ll do it. If Ruan’s end comes, it must be by my hand.”

“…Very well. I trust you.”

With the end of that conversation, Isis left the dining room.