Chapter 14: Terms of E

  (Jolthek 14th-17th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

  It was awkward the past couple of days since Lárus and I went further in our retionship than usual. We pretehat nothing taboo occurred between us around everybody in the house. Any time I tried talking to him, or he attempted to verse with me, we would get a weird feeling in our stomachs, disrupting the dialogue before it even materialized. My personal issue made it more awkward for me whenever I saw my brother, the intense, fluttery, and warm sensation swelling in my stomach when his eyes met mine.

  At least, the cacophony of emotions distracted me from my heat. The mixture tained nervousness and happiness but also disgust and guilt. I knew my brother, and I had ehe forbiddeory, but was there anything wrong with us doing so? I knew I wanted him to touch me despite the timidity though did I pressure him into fingering my vagina against his will? Did I actually force myself on him when I masturbated him? I wondered what Lárus truly felt while in the sanctity of his chamber. I thought he was either having a mental breakdown, toug himself with the praphic material with the possibility of reminisg Jolthek 11th, or jag off to the photo of his win sister while recalling that day. The first thought had me wanting to be his support for once, while the tter two had me shamefully aroused, yet I had the strength to give him space.

  Oh of Jolthek, the event’s distra was more of a hindrahan helpful for dealing with my estrus cycle, so I searched for another leisure to occupy my mind. I found Róstran doing his usual routine, figuring he would fill the role. I offered to give Champions of No? a ce. Initially, he believed that I pelg?nger or some other creature with the ability to shape-shift, taking my pstead of myself. The idea that I was serious slowly diffused inside him, and he began to teach me.

  The game’s intricacies did the trick as Róstran taught me the game, handing me a deck for tyros to go against his Howling Storm of Fangs. For the support moo attack, they had a natural ability to move in any dire for however many spaces marked oop-left er. The horizontal, vertical, and diagonal arrows with numbers represent their attack ranges. He did his best to break the movement down into the simplest versions, but it was fusing why my monsters couldn’t atta specific dires while exposing my fnks. I quickly uood that if an attacker didn’t have the arrow, it couldn’t strike in that particur dire. What got my mind turning into mush was how he could attack through his monsters into mine while I couldn’t. Theried expining adaptation cards, which didn’t help my fusion.

  It was safe to say I got my ass hao me several times, with my most outstanding achievement being successfully assaulting one of Róstran’s primary monsters once. I ambuted to the kit, retrieving some leftover food. Lárus appeared from out of nowhere as I closed a door, slightly startling me. Lárus had a serious expression, and I presumed it was time for the talk.

  “It’s time, sis,” my twin sibling uttered. “Mom and dad are outside right now.” The stepbrothers were hanging out with their friends in álfsandur. We went to a secluded hallarking ourselves he portrait of dad’s aors.

  I initiated the versation first in our new spot. “Ok, so, I believe it’s apparent that we’re taking our retionship as siblings to territories it shouldn’t go.”

  “Ditto,” Lárus responded. “Do yret anything that we did?”

  “That’s what I want to ask you first.”

  “I regret if we did something you were unfortable with.” Lárus paused, bending his head down before adding, “and I regret for not getting your heat to disappear entirely for a while.”

  “Why are you bming yourself for my problem?”

  “Because you’re my twin sister. Yes, I have my fair share of relying on you for fort and assistance, but I helped you a bit more often. I was sort of in charge of proteg you, mom, and that shitty building we called home while we were developing within her womb due to our actual father leaving us. Now, you’re dealing with an issue that I, so far, am uo solve, and it’s making you more miserable day by day. My is you believing I’m taking advantage of you because of your heat.”

  I gave my sibling a hug. “I have s about what we did from Akuv?llur to a couple days ago. They were exg experiences ohe initial trepidations disappeared, and I don’t believe you were taking advantage of me nor will you try iure. You have my trust.”

  Lárus heaved a massive sigh of relief, giving me an embrace. Even though it was ic, I still trembled slightly, w what the tingliion on my fur was despite not getting hit by lightning. “Thank Faer.”

  “But I have several terms now that we’re fooling around with each other.” I released my brother, and he reciprocated. “In my opinion, we’re taking our brother-sister association too fast into unfamiliar and forbiddeory. First term is, we are not to tell a soul about what we do.”

  “Agreed.”

  “Sed, I’m fortable with what we did in the past. However, you o ask for my sent before trying something new. No shoving your penis into my vagina or asshole; I’m not ready for that at this time even if you ask.”

  “I will, and what you won’t allow me to do to you, you won’t do it to me. Makes it fair. If you decide iure you are unfortable with something we’re doing -say toug genitals with our hands- then you ’t do it to me.”

  I nodded. “I agree. Third term, if your or I are ied in someoween now and our Mating Ceremony, theop doing what we’re doing.”

  “Ok. Any more ditions?”

  “Those are it, so far.”

  “Then, I feel this is serious enough to warrant an oath to Faer.”

  “Same here.” Lárus and I made an oath to Faer, holding each other’s hands. I could’ve sworn I heard a wolf howl in the distance despite inside our domicile once we fihe tract.

  “And I swear to him that I’ll find a way to make your heat disappear temporarily or die trying, even making another oath specifically for it.”

  “I believe you; you don’t o go that far.”

  “Speaking of attempts, do you want toooo?”

  “Sure.” I didn’t allow my logical side to show up.

  We entered my brother’s room, log the door. Our clothes quickly came off, mingling with each other’s fabri one mass of stitch, a adjat on his bed. Si was facile for me to get my slit wet with arousal and ignite my fire, I halted Lárus from toug me for a few minutes. I caressed my bia, the secretion already coating my fingers before I went deeper. My cycle shaved off the vast majority of the buildup’s time I allotted, but I deliberately tinued slowly. I wao show him clearly where the best spots were on my pussy, particurly the clitoris, and he o know how to go slow, expressing my ecstasy to him during the demonstration.

  Feeling satisfied, I hahe reins to Lárus. I observed him hesitate briefly, shaking his head. His eyes were dited a bit, and his nose fred rger than usual.

  My bran rubbing on my slippery vulva. I beheld his right hand doing the work, although I was squinting from pleasure. The tenseness wasn’t as pronounced as st time, more like ag as a guard that reventing something from esg instead of a strict parent. Therefore, I was able to rex and fully appreciate Lárus’s assistance.

  Lárus started off slow, smearing my arousal all over my crotch. Although he was curious, he was more fident this time than in his premier experience, which I relished. I sensed little hesitation from his force as his fingers went in, expl me more intensely in my pussy. I clutched a pillow, giving my brother a lustful expression to keep him motivated. My tongue was hanging out as I panted, perceiving my arousal as I ihrough my nose. I was sensing simir sensations in my most ret buildup.

  My brother determi was time tress further at pleasuring me, going in for a kiss while targeting my breasts. Again, I savored his ce as he pressed his lips against mine and fondled my tits, although I appreciated him remembering to chee seds ter. I didn’t dither at joining him in smoog. He pulled his mouth from mine, pg it below my left ear , and I gasped. His experiment expanded into his kisses, testing ots educed desirable responses. In my opinion, my brother’s smooch around the neck area was the best location. It was sensitive, my jaw hanging open as I struggled to breathe as if I were ughing hard at a joke. Oher hand, he gravitated towards beh my ears, stig to that spot for a little bit before heading south… further south.

  I felt my boobs wet with saliva, starting with my left nipple. My legs moved frantically as Lárus’ tongue swirled on my areo, his mouth tg itself in py sibling could su it. The licks were a wele addition, and my other tit received his firm grip. He fell into the identical pitfall from before; my vagina ached for his fio return. I relished my dyad getting fondled enthusiastically by his hands and his mouth sug on one of my breasts though he was losing his objective. At this point, we were on our sides, fag one another. One hand stroked ay back down to the base of my tail, causio get goosebumps. I wao tell him what I needed, but all I could manage was huffs.

  Thankfully, Lárus moved his head closer to mine, so I could ect my lips to him. I would be lying if I omitted simple pleasure as one of the reasons behind kissing all over his head. I tried replig what he did. However, it failed tister in his brain what I yearned for. The only response I received as I nipped in those spots and tugged them with my teeth was growls, snarls that increasingly sounded mgressive. He acted more primal, too, shaking himself back to normal before resuming where he left off. I had to be btant by physically relog one of his hands to my pussy; our skill at unig and interpreting nonverbal, secret nguage needed drastic improvement, as well as his skill at multitasking.

  I abruptly twitched my whole body as my brother touched a new spot within my private tunnel, somewhere just beh my urethra he slit’s opening. It felt spectacur, just as potent as stimuting my clitoris or more. I looked down at my groin, feeling satisfied that there was a dark spot on the bedsheet. The response meant I was receptive.

  To my disappoi, my brother stopped moving his fingers, leaving them inside while staring at me with . “Did I hurt you?”

  “No; that felt amazing,” I answered. “Please, do it again; I’m close” I was close to my asm, aouched lips.

  Lárus tio caress my slit, searg for the special spot. Judging by his rubs, he lost it; none of the areas inside my pussy elicited such a powerful rea that I now craved. He stuore familiar territory, stretg my vulva left ht. My pearl was unattended, so I had to remind him, getting btant with my hint. He got the message, giving my clit a gentle pind twists, which made me tilt my head backward. At the same time, my brother was in my cleavage, lig the st between my breasts. He loved the fvettihusiastic with his licks, and so was I. His free hand was on one of my tits, messing with its ereipple.

  I ched my teeth, tensing my body just like st time. The exact amount of ecstasy surged within me, my eyes shutting tightly from the sensation. It wasn’t what I searched for on my quest, my building steadily releasing again instead of exploding like a fireball, and I scked my figure in disappoi at the result. The result ended up following all the etting a rea that indicated I was onto somethi slipping through my grasp. I wondered if Lárus found that particur spot and rubbed it would end up providing what I desired. Of course, Lárus had no idea that his time toug my genitalia came to an end, trying his damo make me climax.

  “Lárus, it’s gone.”

  “Damn.” He looked at me before turning away, appearing slightly furious. I felt a void in my vagina.

  I beheld my brother eng to stroke his penis, so I scooted closer to him, looking over his right shoulder. “Allow me,” I whispered. He nodded, giviter access to his cock as I relocated closer.

  I began gripping the palpable portion of Lárus’s shaft, feeling its warmth. Unclouded by the heat of the moment, uhe 11th of Jolthek, I realized my right hand barely ed around the red rod, and the phallus wasirely exposed. None of my strokes had the desired effect, which I would’ve expected him to cum by now, so I increased my effort. Lárus appeared satisfied as he huffed like crazy, fueling my exertion.

  “You know… there’s another way,” Lárus could barely utter.

  Looking at him, I signifitly reduced my strokes to a slower speed on my twin sibling’s penis. “What do you mean?”

  “You jack-off your brother or any male differently that’s better.” Lárus sounded more posed while I sluggishly masturbated him.

  “I thought all you had to do was rub your cock till you came.”

  “Yeah, that's the gist of it, but there’s actually more to stimuting a penis instead of speed-speed-speed. Variation works wonders. Even though a pussy is more plex to stimute by hand than a cock, males do require a sliver of fio get us to ejacute harder than mindless rubs. Give it a try, please” For all my brother’s trouble and effort to get my asm, I acquiesced to his request.

  I decided to initiate my work oip of Lárus’s prick. The tapered tip leaked pre as I massaged it with my thumb, gently twisting it. I thought I wasn’t meeting his expectation, him resting against his bed on his arms with his eyes closed. However, he had a toothy grin of tent on his tenance, growling approvingly. His legs twitched like I was tig him to death, and I got into a more rexed position, my head o his dick, the venous rod.

  My fingers ran down my brother’s length till they came into tact with his sheath. As they moved slowly along his penis, I felt it bee slicker with precum and more extehicker, and stiffer as it enged with blood. The additional length was mirthy that I couldn’t ey of my digits to my thumb. I worked his member at sundry speeds and pressures, experimenting with fusing them in a manifold of binations. He writhed in pce from each test though his vocals varied. The addition of twists resulted in more pre flowing out, dreng my hand, or sometimes spurting onto the bedsheet. His knot formed a bulge in his sheath from the stimution.

  I noticed that Lárus’s testicles were unattended. At the same time, I masturbated him, believing that if his hands had permission to my entire genitalia, mine should also be able to touch his. Using my free hand, I cradled one of his gonads. He made a satisfied ‘wurf,’ opening his left eye at me. Before I was fully underway, I quickly asked him though his anshat I had already cluded, a sent, closing his eye shortly. His dyad was huge just by appearance; having my hand underh one amplified the datum. I was uain that both upper appendages could handle one of his balls if the other wasn’t dedicated to his coot only did they appear rge, but they also had heft to them as I lifted every orb. I wondered and eagerly anticipated the amount of semen in his s waiting to discharge, another characteristic that made him alluring.

  I began kissing him to give Lárus an idea of what to do ime. A part of me craved knowledge of his erogenous zones, so I tried distinct areas. I learned we ied simir erotogenic sites, hearing him growl that indicated another side briefly awakened.

  My brother’s knot exposed itself, granting me access to it finally. I gave it a firm squeeze. He suddenly jumped violently, yipping louder than he ever did during this session, and shot some pre into the air. It nded on my maw. It tasted briny with a hint of him as I licked it off, slightly grimag from the fvor.

  My preparation started to bear fruit as Lárus showed signs he was near his climax. His pants became irregur, and he eo thrust wildly into nothing aside from my hand. I felt his penis twitch harder than before, leaking precum at an aggrandized flow. He even got down and dirty, swiftly stroking himself, so I matched his speed.

  “Oh, Faer,” he uttered.

  Lárus bucked his hips upward as if he attempted to join his genitals to a bitch’s slit to no avail. He froze in pce, and I felt his phallus throb with each ejacution. I perceived his seed travel from his ballsack, through the shaft, and out the urethra, getting my arm, his bed, or somewhere on the floor. I was i the amount I felt left from every discharge. It turned out that males had marginal intricacies towards stimuting them by hand as his rea was the most visceral so far. However, his output of sperm was indistinguishable from the 11th of Jolthek. heless, the amount he ejected formed a det pool of milky-white, sticky fluid, and my arm was a mess, and we heard otion downstairs.

  “Fuck,” I spoke. It was mom and dad, and it sounded like they were about to climb the stairs.

  Lárus and I scrambled to cover our evidence doing in his room. I grabbed my clothes, headed toward my room, and threw them into the bathroom. Pying with fire, I traveled between his chamber and mine as quickly and silently as possible with a couple of perfumes and other helpful items for masking the st that lingered in the air.

  “What about your jizz?” I asked.

  “Leave that to me,” Lárus answered. “I’ll just pretend that I took a nap and had a terrific, wet dream.” We heard footsteps oairs. “Shit. Someone’s ing.” He gave me a brief kiss on the lips before I left. “Love you, sis.”

  “Love you, too, bro.”

  With barely any seds to spare, I mao ehe bathroom with a fresh set of clothes. I heard my parents arriving on the sed floor, and, thankfully, they didn’t notiy misdeeds in my sibling’s room while heading into theirs; either they were oblivious, or they were too occupied with hormoo care. My money was oer. I heard another person still in the hallway, reasonably speg it was Róstran. Fearing he was onto Lárus and me because he paused near Lárus’s bedroom, my heart raced, pting whether I should front him to ward off suspi or just allow events to py out. Róstran made the decision for me, leaving his spot, and I heard zero indicators he raised the arm to the parents, so I got the shower ready.

  As the warm water flowed down my body to loosen my fur from the jizz, I thought about my brother. Something about him triggered my heat, and it wasn’t the I-want-to-fuck-every-male-I-entered kind; it and the reason for it were unknown to me. I attempted to discover the special spot that wasn’t my clitoris, trying for a few minutes uhe running water to no avail.

  My time to sacrifice a cherished possession arrived ter than phe priest got sick around a week ago, debilitating him to where he couldn’t preside over worship. It granted me an opportunity to thhly go over my decision.

  My family and I sat in our usual spot, though I got butterflies from being adjat to Lárus in this instahe priest went through the typical routio arrive at the sacrificial se. Individually, the chosen Fenri ambuted to him, depositing their items into the bowl, and I got more nervous as my time approached rapidly. I was the st summoned, so I vacated my seat. Although my speed wasn’t different from any other days of worship, I felt as though I was in slow motion as I desded more stairs, feeling the nervousness set in from each footstep. I was aware of multiple pairs of eyes every single of my steps. I was about to faint frht as I stood he bowl, holding my selected tribute. Summoning ce in one heavy breath, I threw my possession into the bowl, witnessing the fire ie the professionally manufactured doll.