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[The gods are definitely fine with it. Probably. Maybe. Camilla doesn't care one way or the other. Camilla would forsake the gods in a second for Sanae. She's what matters and her cock gets a little harder hearing that Sanae thought of her.]
Sanae... [she slows, slightly] That makes me happy beyond words. [she places a kiss against her sister's shoulder, picking the pace back up as a reward.]
My thoughts are always drawn to you, as well. After all, you're so bright, so vibrant... It's an expression of love, after all. I certainly love you more than anyone else, my darling sister. [she speeds up a bit more, the soapy water of the bath letting her slide her hand along Sanae's shaft]
Do you imagine me, Sanae? Tell me everything and I'll love you no matter what.
Sanae... [she slows, slightly] That makes me happy beyond words. [she places a kiss against her sister's shoulder, picking the pace back up as a reward.]
My thoughts are always drawn to you, as well. After all, you're so bright, so vibrant... It's an expression of love, after all. I certainly love you more than anyone else, my darling sister. [she speeds up a bit more, the soapy water of the bath letting her slide her hand along Sanae's shaft]
Do you imagine me, Sanae? Tell me everything and I'll love you no matter what.
-The kiss made her heart flutter, Camilla's careful, deliberate stroking peeling back those layers of honesty, of how perverse her love for her sister had grown. And to know she shared those feelings... It definitely felt like her faith was being reward. To Sanae, this had to be the work of the gods.-
Ah... I imagine your breasts... they're so big and warm... surrounding me, your lips... Oh, I can hardly say it all! -She shook her head, another blush overcoming her cheeks, but she was still smiling. She was still Sanae, even in this honesty.-
Being with you... every part of you... I hear you call my name...
Ah... I imagine your breasts... they're so big and warm... surrounding me, your lips... Oh, I can hardly say it all! -She shook her head, another blush overcoming her cheeks, but she was still smiling. She was still Sanae, even in this honesty.-
Being with you... every part of you... I hear you call my name...
[That vulnerability is all new, as of these last few years. Relm was a little hellion in her tween years, but now that puberty has crashed right into her, she's not quite as sure of herself as she used to be. Still, that's like saying she'll think twice before jumping down a dark hole, but she'll still dive in if she thinks there's something good on the other side.
She tenses up a little having Camilla come so close, the pillow can only cover so much... and her damn tits are looking better than ever resting on her sheets.]
Y-yeah, love. [More like lust. Relm can't quite get herself to masturbate to her own drawings, but she can work herself up to a frenzy making them and then furiously jerk off afterward.] I grew up around two people with massive milk factories, of course I know what boobs look like. But... if you did want to model for me, I guess that would be okay.
[Maybe nude modeling? No, she can't even ask about that!] You'd better keep that secret! If you don't, I'll cut up all of your bras! Not that you actually wear one half the time...
She tenses up a little having Camilla come so close, the pillow can only cover so much... and her damn tits are looking better than ever resting on her sheets.]
Y-yeah, love. [More like lust. Relm can't quite get herself to masturbate to her own drawings, but she can work herself up to a frenzy making them and then furiously jerk off afterward.] I grew up around two people with massive milk factories, of course I know what boobs look like. But... if you did want to model for me, I guess that would be okay.
[Maybe nude modeling? No, she can't even ask about that!] You'd better keep that secret! If you don't, I'll cut up all of your bras! Not that you actually wear one half the time...
[As always, she takes Relm's haughty commentary in stride. Being a hellion had never stopped Relm from being cute, after all. Camilla was just willing to excuse all manner of rudeness if it came from someone she loved. If that made her a masochist, then, well, fine. She would certainly be a masochist.]
Perfect! [Camilla's face practically lights up when Relm gives her a somewhat positive response.]
We could start right away- [she leans back, starting to pull down the neckline of her shirt. She gets far enough that Relm can definitely tell she's not wearing a bra today before pausing.]
Oh, right, you were... [ahem] busy weren't you... [So, that means she should clearly take her giant milk jugs out of here, right...]
Perfect! [Camilla's face practically lights up when Relm gives her a somewhat positive response.]
We could start right away- [she leans back, starting to pull down the neckline of her shirt. She gets far enough that Relm can definitely tell she's not wearing a bra today before pausing.]
Oh, right, you were... [ahem] busy weren't you... [So, that means she should clearly take her giant milk jugs out of here, right...]
[Everything Sanae suggests makes Camilla's heart warm. She would gladly use these breasts to make her sister come. What were they for if not that? For what reason was she on this earth if not to love her sister?]
You're doing so good, Sanae... nothing you say is dirty at all. I'm so happy to hear it. [She slows her strokes again, this time with purpose. As she keeps talking she idly toys with the tip of Sanae's cock. It's such a pretty pink... the idea of someone taking this from her was haunting. She couldn't let that happen.]
More than just my lips, I'd gladly let you into the deepest part of my body... [her aching pussy. How many times had her dick not been enough, desperately stroking while fingering herself?] Would you like that, Sanae? Would you like to become one with me?
You're doing so good, Sanae... nothing you say is dirty at all. I'm so happy to hear it. [She slows her strokes again, this time with purpose. As she keeps talking she idly toys with the tip of Sanae's cock. It's such a pretty pink... the idea of someone taking this from her was haunting. She couldn't let that happen.]
More than just my lips, I'd gladly let you into the deepest part of my body... [her aching pussy. How many times had her dick not been enough, desperately stroking while fingering herself?] Would you like that, Sanae? Would you like to become one with me?
[Sometimes, Relm just has to wonder if there's something sneaky behind Camilla's sweetness. That snooping through her room and looking through her dirty sketches is definitely giving some credibility to the idea... but whatever, she's her sister, they do these things, right?]
Oh. Uh. W-we, um... [Oh, god, is she really exposing herself? Just like that? Relm has seen those things before, but it's been years, and she didn't know boobs were really anything but those weird things her mom and sister have on their chests. The idea of getting them exposed before her makes her mouth feel dry.]
...You already interrupted me. I can, um... f-finish later. [Relm avoids making eye contact, but she really doesn't want Camilla to leave. For her art's sake, of course.] S-so, you're the model here, you can pick what kind of portrait it is. Just tell me when you're in the position you want to be painted in.
Oh. Uh. W-we, um... [Oh, god, is she really exposing herself? Just like that? Relm has seen those things before, but it's been years, and she didn't know boobs were really anything but those weird things her mom and sister have on their chests. The idea of getting them exposed before her makes her mouth feel dry.]
...You already interrupted me. I can, um... f-finish later. [Relm avoids making eye contact, but she really doesn't want Camilla to leave. For her art's sake, of course.] S-so, you're the model here, you can pick what kind of portrait it is. Just tell me when you're in the position you want to be painted in.
-If someone had told her that all of her perverse fantasies about her sister would be coming true during their evening bath, she'd have probably died. But here they were, Camilla whispering in her ears explicit, almost begging permission. Sanae's cock twitched, and she turned her head towards her sister, not hiding the amorousness in her face one bit.-
I'd love to, neesama. I want to experience every part of you... No limits at all... It's what I want, and it's definitely what my divine rod wants. A holy union between sisters...
I'd love to, neesama. I want to experience every part of you... No limits at all... It's what I want, and it's definitely what my divine rod wants. A holy union between sisters...
[When Camilla first found out she was with child, she swore to give that child all the love she hadn't gotten as a child. However, life got in the way. Due to a few rough years with Laslow's dance company, she needed to keep up her own job creating designer wedding dresses. She loved her job but her heart ached of the idea of cute little Soleil being raised by the nanny.]
[When her cute, tiny, pure Soleil told her as a child, "I'm going to marry Miss Felicia!" well, then, that was enough of that. There was still so little time between them, though. Really, it was the best idea to have Soleil attend a boarding school so that both parents could work most of the year and then put their utmost effort into when she came home.]
[Except for now that Camilla was shifting into a company format which meant she had much more free time. The letter telling Soleil she could come home for good after this semester was filled with so many excited scribbled hearts that it was hard to believe a grown career-woman wrote it.]
[And things were blissful when she got back! Well, at least for the first month or so. Then, Laslow had to go on another tour. The more time off also meant she got more lonely when he was gone. At least her darling daughter was here. She'd clearly gained Camilla's good-looks and Laslow's propensity for flirting. She was so perfect and Camilla had missed so much time with her, and for what? Nothing that really mattered.]
[So, she needed to make up for it! Even if some of the things she suggested seemed... inappropriate, at Soleil's current age.]
Sweetie! [Camilla peers her head into her daughter's room. Oh, that felt so good to think! It was really Soleil's room, now, not just a place she stayed for a week or so.] Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight? [She was all ready for bed which, for her, meant a barely-there negligee. After all, they were family, no reason to be self-conscious.]
[When her cute, tiny, pure Soleil told her as a child, "I'm going to marry Miss Felicia!" well, then, that was enough of that. There was still so little time between them, though. Really, it was the best idea to have Soleil attend a boarding school so that both parents could work most of the year and then put their utmost effort into when she came home.]
[Except for now that Camilla was shifting into a company format which meant she had much more free time. The letter telling Soleil she could come home for good after this semester was filled with so many excited scribbled hearts that it was hard to believe a grown career-woman wrote it.]
[And things were blissful when she got back! Well, at least for the first month or so. Then, Laslow had to go on another tour. The more time off also meant she got more lonely when he was gone. At least her darling daughter was here. She'd clearly gained Camilla's good-looks and Laslow's propensity for flirting. She was so perfect and Camilla had missed so much time with her, and for what? Nothing that really mattered.]
[So, she needed to make up for it! Even if some of the things she suggested seemed... inappropriate, at Soleil's current age.]
Sweetie! [Camilla peers her head into her daughter's room. Oh, that felt so good to think! It was really Soleil's room, now, not just a place she stayed for a week or so.] Do you want to come sleep in my bed tonight? [She was all ready for bed which, for her, meant a barely-there negligee. After all, they were family, no reason to be self-conscious.]
That would make me so happy, Sanae... [she presses a kiss to her sister's lips, starting slightly more pure, knowing she doesn't have to take it into something too lustful yet]
Can you feel it, sweetie? I've become so shamefully hard just thinking about it... [All things considered, she was barely touched, just the idea was enough. The sounds Sanae made, the things she was saying, imagining taking that cock inside her, imagining sweet, innocent Sanae coming inside her pussy.]
Can you feel it, sweetie? I've become so shamefully hard just thinking about it... [All things considered, she was barely touched, just the idea was enough. The sounds Sanae made, the things she was saying, imagining taking that cock inside her, imagining sweet, innocent Sanae coming inside her pussy.]
[Sisters certainly rummage through each other's things. The motives may be different but that was entirely normal. And Camilla had gotten through quite a lot of her life being sneaky. With looks like hers, a careful application of subterfuge and feigned ignorance was key.]
[And it paid off. All it took was the ditzy move of starting to strip and she'd gotten Relm's attention.]
If you're sure, dearie. It's not healthy to hold it in too long... [And that was what mattered most, after all. Health.]
[Camilla pulls off her shirt, exposing herself with practically no embarrassment. She had any number of excuses, after all. They were both girls, they were sisters, and as far as anyone would ever know, it was modeling. Let's see, how about...]
Like this? [she cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them up and pressing them together. From an artistic standpoint, there was the way that her fingers sunk into the softness. From a temptation standpoint, it made a very alluring bit of cleavage.]
[And it paid off. All it took was the ditzy move of starting to strip and she'd gotten Relm's attention.]
If you're sure, dearie. It's not healthy to hold it in too long... [And that was what mattered most, after all. Health.]
[Camilla pulls off her shirt, exposing herself with practically no embarrassment. She had any number of excuses, after all. They were both girls, they were sisters, and as far as anyone would ever know, it was modeling. Let's see, how about...]
Like this? [she cups her breasts with her hands, lifting them up and pressing them together. From an artistic standpoint, there was the way that her fingers sunk into the softness. From a temptation standpoint, it made a very alluring bit of cleavage.]
[Maybe it's high time Relm goes through Camilla's stuff... except what in the world could she expect to find except clothing way too big for herself? Maybe a diary buried somewhere way in the back of a dresser drawer?
Whatever, she'll keep her head in the now. And her eyes. This was so wrong, she shouldn't be staring right into her sister's rack like this, but hormones are dangerous things, and all the blood that should be helping her brain think is down in her cock.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure! I told you I'm okay with it, didn't I? [Nevertheless, she still gets flustered when Camilla brings up her interrupted masturbation session. As soon as she's alone again, she'll finish herself off, that's what she thinks.
She actually feels her jaw drop when Camilla's top comes off. Looking at nudes in drawing books is one thing, actually seeing them lightly bouncing before her eyes is something else entirely. Relm's eyes are so wide, staring so hard, she's sure she'll never forget anything she's seeing, right down to the individual bumps on her areola.]
Uh huh, just like that. [Her words are a little dopey-sounding, she's so distracted. Swallowing loudly, she turns herself about to get into a better position, momentarily forgetting she's completely naked and her dick is sticking out from between her thighs. She grabs her sketchbook and a pencil, fumbling around a little due to her inability to tear her eyes away from Camilla holding up her jugs, and gets right into sketching those curves.] Wow, you, um... I'm sure this will be a great drawing.
Whatever, she'll keep her head in the now. And her eyes. This was so wrong, she shouldn't be staring right into her sister's rack like this, but hormones are dangerous things, and all the blood that should be helping her brain think is down in her cock.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm sure! I told you I'm okay with it, didn't I? [Nevertheless, she still gets flustered when Camilla brings up her interrupted masturbation session. As soon as she's alone again, she'll finish herself off, that's what she thinks.
She actually feels her jaw drop when Camilla's top comes off. Looking at nudes in drawing books is one thing, actually seeing them lightly bouncing before her eyes is something else entirely. Relm's eyes are so wide, staring so hard, she's sure she'll never forget anything she's seeing, right down to the individual bumps on her areola.]
Uh huh, just like that. [Her words are a little dopey-sounding, she's so distracted. Swallowing loudly, she turns herself about to get into a better position, momentarily forgetting she's completely naked and her dick is sticking out from between her thighs. She grabs her sketchbook and a pencil, fumbling around a little due to her inability to tear her eyes away from Camilla holding up her jugs, and gets right into sketching those curves.] Wow, you, um... I'm sure this will be a great drawing.
It's not shameful at all... -Not anymore. She refused to think of it that way anymore. If this was a gift from the gods, it couldn't be shameful. At least... that's what she was telling herself.-
It's wonderful, every part of you is wonderful... -Sanae hummed, returning the kiss, reveling in the tenderness of her sister's lips, deepening it in her enthusiasm, tongue darting out, demanding more. She'd had a taste of her sister's lust, and now could hardly contain herself. All these parts of her, of her body of her mind, that she'd thought of as forbidden had been opened up. She desperately wanted to indulge in them now. To feed those desires she'd hidden before.-
It's wonderful, every part of you is wonderful... -Sanae hummed, returning the kiss, reveling in the tenderness of her sister's lips, deepening it in her enthusiasm, tongue darting out, demanding more. She'd had a taste of her sister's lust, and now could hardly contain herself. All these parts of her, of her body of her mind, that she'd thought of as forbidden had been opened up. She desperately wanted to indulge in them now. To feed those desires she'd hidden before.-
[Camilla's eyes briefly dart to between her sister's legs. Now, she can't be caught staring, not with Relm looking at her so carefully.]
[Or, maybe it was fine, since Relm seemed absolutely hypnotized by her breasts.]
Is that so? [With being exposed and the Relm's attentive stare, those nipples start to stand up to attention. Otherwise, she's trying to keep still for Relm's drawing. To think, one of the drawings in that secret sketchbook would be undeniably hers. That was addicting. Her mind is racing ahead to what other things she could get away with in the future.]
[Maybe she should leave something for Relm to find in her room. Some of those bras she threatened to cut up? Maybe one of her toys? No, the risk of her mother finding that overwhelmed the thought of Relm finding it.]
I'll hold them as long as you like, Relm, but... they are a little heavy. [The humble brag, yet another of Camilla's devious techniques.]
[Or, maybe it was fine, since Relm seemed absolutely hypnotized by her breasts.]
Is that so? [With being exposed and the Relm's attentive stare, those nipples start to stand up to attention. Otherwise, she's trying to keep still for Relm's drawing. To think, one of the drawings in that secret sketchbook would be undeniably hers. That was addicting. Her mind is racing ahead to what other things she could get away with in the future.]
[Maybe she should leave something for Relm to find in her room. Some of those bras she threatened to cut up? Maybe one of her toys? No, the risk of her mother finding that overwhelmed the thought of Relm finding it.]
I'll hold them as long as you like, Relm, but... they are a little heavy. [The humble brag, yet another of Camilla's devious techniques.]
[The castle was so stifling at times. Camilla would never dare shirk the responsibilities her father gave her. That would be too risky for herself and her beloved siblings. Still, every now and then, she wished for something different for herself and her family. Now, of course, that came out in twisted and distorted ways because she was loved in a twisted and distorted way.]
[She would never call her love for her siblings distorted, though. It was the purest thing in her life. That love had to be hidden, though, protected from any source of enmity. She always visits with the pretense of studies or needlework or any number of completely valid reasons. What happens once that door is closed, though, is entirely different.]
Aspen, darling. [she coos, pulling a bag out from under her arm.] I've finished your present. ♥
[There were people within the nobility that would lose their minds to know one of the king's sons was interested in wearing women's clothing. They couldn't very well buy any for him or questions would arise. Still, if Camilla were to make one, as a sewing project, well, then there was nothing to suspect! Her careful measurements also made sure it wouldn't interfere with his wings. It was an expression of love.]
Try it on! I'm sure you'll look wonderful! [It's a little understated, not the kind of dress a noblewoman would actually wear. It was still very pretty, though, with sky blue fabric and intricate embroidery evoking feathers.]
[She would never call her love for her siblings distorted, though. It was the purest thing in her life. That love had to be hidden, though, protected from any source of enmity. She always visits with the pretense of studies or needlework or any number of completely valid reasons. What happens once that door is closed, though, is entirely different.]
Aspen, darling. [she coos, pulling a bag out from under her arm.] I've finished your present. ♥
[There were people within the nobility that would lose their minds to know one of the king's sons was interested in wearing women's clothing. They couldn't very well buy any for him or questions would arise. Still, if Camilla were to make one, as a sewing project, well, then there was nothing to suspect! Her careful measurements also made sure it wouldn't interfere with his wings. It was an expression of love.]
Try it on! I'm sure you'll look wonderful! [It's a little understated, not the kind of dress a noblewoman would actually wear. It was still very pretty, though, with sky blue fabric and intricate embroidery evoking feathers.]
[ The castle was so stifling at times.
Being as fragile as he was, Aspen couldn't very well be allowed on the battlefield, no matter how much he wanted. But... he was good at scholarly pursuits. It was the only thing he could be good at, really. Though young, he'd managed to do quite a lot on his own and even more with tutors and schooling, but... it wasn't quite the same, either. He longed to be like his siblings, grew curious of the world outside of the castle with an insatiable drive. It'd been curbed quite quick by their father, and Aspen kept to himself more often than not, trying to explore his own way.
Camilla was always kind to him. Aspen adored the attention she gave him, though given he was quite starved for it, it made sense. Though he hadn't quite expected this. Looking up from his study, his folded wings perk a bit at her entrance, ambling over to take the bag and then-- ]
Wh--!
[ He stammers, his soft voice drawing down to a whisper, as if anyone else would hear him. ]
I... really? This--I could get you in trouble...!
[ But as he pulls it out and gives it a once over, it really does look pretty... ]
I... I don't know...
Being as fragile as he was, Aspen couldn't very well be allowed on the battlefield, no matter how much he wanted. But... he was good at scholarly pursuits. It was the only thing he could be good at, really. Though young, he'd managed to do quite a lot on his own and even more with tutors and schooling, but... it wasn't quite the same, either. He longed to be like his siblings, grew curious of the world outside of the castle with an insatiable drive. It'd been curbed quite quick by their father, and Aspen kept to himself more often than not, trying to explore his own way.
Camilla was always kind to him. Aspen adored the attention she gave him, though given he was quite starved for it, it made sense. Though he hadn't quite expected this. Looking up from his study, his folded wings perk a bit at her entrance, ambling over to take the bag and then-- ]
Wh--!
[ He stammers, his soft voice drawing down to a whisper, as if anyone else would hear him. ]
I... really? This--I could get you in trouble...!
[ But as he pulls it out and gives it a once over, it really does look pretty... ]
I... I don't know...
[At this point, Camilla could spontaneously catch fire and Relm wouldn't notice, just so long as she keeps her breasts completely still. Staring at her dick wouldn't so much as register for her, she only even glanced away from her sister's magnificent pair to confirm her sketch was still going the way she wanted it to.
This is heaven for her. And hell. Her obsession with big, bouncy tits and the knowledge that her own may never compare are completely at odds now.]
Uh huh. [She forgot what she's agreeing to there. Relm can't even manage what can be called half attention to communication, she's much too fascinated by Camilla's rising nipples. Her own barely change at all when she gets excited, save getting harder, but these ones are visible larger than they were just a minute ago.
Wait, does that mean that Camilla is...? No, no, she can't be getting excited. It's just the air, Relm likes to keep her room cool. Yeah, that explains everything.]
...Yeah, I bet. [Okay, that snaps her out of her breast-ogling fugue a little. Hello, envy, welcome back to being prominent on her mind.] If you want to rest them directly on the bed, be my guest. It won't ruin the sketch or anything.
This is heaven for her. And hell. Her obsession with big, bouncy tits and the knowledge that her own may never compare are completely at odds now.]
Uh huh. [She forgot what she's agreeing to there. Relm can't even manage what can be called half attention to communication, she's much too fascinated by Camilla's rising nipples. Her own barely change at all when she gets excited, save getting harder, but these ones are visible larger than they were just a minute ago.
Wait, does that mean that Camilla is...? No, no, she can't be getting excited. It's just the air, Relm likes to keep her room cool. Yeah, that explains everything.]
...Yeah, I bet. [Okay, that snaps her out of her breast-ogling fugue a little. Hello, envy, welcome back to being prominent on her mind.] If you want to rest them directly on the bed, be my guest. It won't ruin the sketch or anything.
[Aspen being starved for attention was all the more reason for Camilla to give it. She viewed it as simply fulfilling a need, without thinking of how it fulfilled her needs. Because of that, she'd gladly take the risks.]
Don't worry, darling, I said it was just an excuse to get rid of excess fabric. [She hardly had time to sew in private these days, so she practiced her excuses to execute them flawlessly while talking with her other siblings or the noblewomen. Still, it warmed her heart for Aspen to worry for her so.]
No one knows where it's going, so you can at least try it without worrying. [she coaxes him gently. Despite the force and lack of mercy she uses against enemies of the kingdom, she'd never make Aspen do something.]
[She would just encourage him.]
Don't worry, darling, I said it was just an excuse to get rid of excess fabric. [She hardly had time to sew in private these days, so she practiced her excuses to execute them flawlessly while talking with her other siblings or the noblewomen. Still, it warmed her heart for Aspen to worry for her so.]
No one knows where it's going, so you can at least try it without worrying. [she coaxes him gently. Despite the force and lack of mercy she uses against enemies of the kingdom, she'd never make Aspen do something.]
[She would just encourage him.]
[It's a little surprising, to hear Sanae say something like that. She must have truly taken Camilla's words to heart... and, well, Camilla would hate to deny that conviction.]
You're right, you're right... [mumbles between their kisses]
Are you ready, my darling? For our new ritual? [They may have to shift their positions around in the bathtub a bit but it's workable. Later they could get more creative with their places. Sanae's bed, Camilla's bed, maybe out behind the shrine, she could get her fill of Sanae's holy power...]
You're right, you're right... [mumbles between their kisses]
Are you ready, my darling? For our new ritual? [They may have to shift their positions around in the bathtub a bit but it's workable. Later they could get more creative with their places. Sanae's bed, Camilla's bed, maybe out behind the shrine, she could get her fill of Sanae's holy power...]
Mmm... well... you did make it, and I know how busy you are...
[ Aspen can't help but look a little guilty as he passes his fingertips across the fabric, unsure.
But... he was just going to try it, right? He bites his lower lip, thinking it over before a determined glint enters his eyes and he raises his gaze up to Camilla. ]
A--alright. I'll try it! [ He pulls the dress out of the bag fully, looking it over with a smile and draping it over his arm, though he falters as he almost takes off his cravat. He's hesitant, shy, his fair face turning a little pink. ]
Did you... want to see it on me? [ Maybe it's obvious, but... Camilla's kind, but not that kind, is she? ]
[ Aspen can't help but look a little guilty as he passes his fingertips across the fabric, unsure.
But... he was just going to try it, right? He bites his lower lip, thinking it over before a determined glint enters his eyes and he raises his gaze up to Camilla. ]
A--alright. I'll try it! [ He pulls the dress out of the bag fully, looking it over with a smile and draping it over his arm, though he falters as he almost takes off his cravat. He's hesitant, shy, his fair face turning a little pink. ]
Did you... want to see it on me? [ Maybe it's obvious, but... Camilla's kind, but not that kind, is she? ]
-Who knew? Maybe Sanae was just thinking of it that way so that she would stop feeling guilty about wanting to fuck her sister's brains out, but hey, whatever got them to the races. Sanae had no problem convincing herself this was yet another holy rite she needed to perform, and she'd enjoy it intimately.
She turned about in Camilla's arms, pressing chest to chest, her own cock rubbing up against her sister's, inspiring a thrilled shock up her spine, that sprung into her still hungry, somewhat sloppy kiss.-
If I wait any longer, I might burst... B-but I'm still... inexperienced. You'll need to guide me through it, neesama.
She turned about in Camilla's arms, pressing chest to chest, her own cock rubbing up against her sister's, inspiring a thrilled shock up her spine, that sprung into her still hungry, somewhat sloppy kiss.-
If I wait any longer, I might burst... B-but I'm still... inexperienced. You'll need to guide me through it, neesama.
[Growing up in a boarding school was frustrating for Soleil. There were the standard reasons that many of the other children complained about--being away from the family, mainly--which was certainly the case for Soleil, but there was one key factor that made her experience unique. Even before puberty she clearly had an affinity towards girls and now that her hormones were raging and she was in the prime of her life, that only became more clear, which meant being around so many cute girls day in and day out was overwhelming.
She had always had a crush on her mother. Her obvious fits of jealousy towards her father was evidence of that. Daughter or not, anyone with eyes could see Camilla was gorgeous. So, Soleil occasionally entertained lingering thoughts about her mother--inappropriate ones that she blamed on being around cute girls day in and day out only to suddenly be around one girl, period. The fact that one girl was her mother was irrelevant to a constantly stimulated and horny teenager.
When Soleil learned she would be returning home for good, she assumed those inappropriate thoughts would stop. After all, she may lack shame, but she had just enough shame to know she shouldn't be thinking about her mother like that. To Soleil's frustration--sexually and otherwise--things only got worse the more time she spent at home. Being as hormonal and horny as she was, her body decided the best course of action would be to focus on the only woman around her now--even if that woman was her mother. Sparing lingering glances at her mother's figure, her mother's face popping up at inappropriate times, finding herself stimulated by simple hugs and kisses--Soleil really needed to find a way to vent, fast, but she was not having luck finding girls back home.
So, tonight, Soleil's plan is to work through...her issues and get right to bed, a plan that is foiled the moment her mother comes into her room. Soleil lets out a sigh of relief; if her mother had come only minutes later, it would have been much more embarrassing. Still, she keeps her cool--she is used to her mother walking in like this.]
--Mom? Seriously?
[Even though it has only been making her frustrations worse, Soleil has enjoyed her father being away so she could be, in a way, the man of the house, getting all of Mother's attention and helping take care of her and everything.
This may be her mother she is looking at, but she has fantasized about enough lonely housewives for her first thought to be inappropriate and immediately shoved out of mind. The lingerie does not help.]
Ah, jeez. Don't tell me you had a bad dream, heehee. Okay, okay. I'm coming.
[She regrets that. She is not getting any sleep if it means spending the night horny and in no position to deal with it. Still, she cannot say no to her mother. She slides out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers and a white t-shirt, and walks over while doing her best to keep eye contact.]
She had always had a crush on her mother. Her obvious fits of jealousy towards her father was evidence of that. Daughter or not, anyone with eyes could see Camilla was gorgeous. So, Soleil occasionally entertained lingering thoughts about her mother--inappropriate ones that she blamed on being around cute girls day in and day out only to suddenly be around one girl, period. The fact that one girl was her mother was irrelevant to a constantly stimulated and horny teenager.
When Soleil learned she would be returning home for good, she assumed those inappropriate thoughts would stop. After all, she may lack shame, but she had just enough shame to know she shouldn't be thinking about her mother like that. To Soleil's frustration--sexually and otherwise--things only got worse the more time she spent at home. Being as hormonal and horny as she was, her body decided the best course of action would be to focus on the only woman around her now--even if that woman was her mother. Sparing lingering glances at her mother's figure, her mother's face popping up at inappropriate times, finding herself stimulated by simple hugs and kisses--Soleil really needed to find a way to vent, fast, but she was not having luck finding girls back home.
So, tonight, Soleil's plan is to work through...her issues and get right to bed, a plan that is foiled the moment her mother comes into her room. Soleil lets out a sigh of relief; if her mother had come only minutes later, it would have been much more embarrassing. Still, she keeps her cool--she is used to her mother walking in like this.]
--Mom? Seriously?
[Even though it has only been making her frustrations worse, Soleil has enjoyed her father being away so she could be, in a way, the man of the house, getting all of Mother's attention and helping take care of her and everything.
This may be her mother she is looking at, but she has fantasized about enough lonely housewives for her first thought to be inappropriate and immediately shoved out of mind. The lingerie does not help.]
Ah, jeez. Don't tell me you had a bad dream, heehee. Okay, okay. I'm coming.
[She regrets that. She is not getting any sleep if it means spending the night horny and in no position to deal with it. Still, she cannot say no to her mother. She slides out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers and a white t-shirt, and walks over while doing her best to keep eye contact.]
[The distracted reply is more proof she's having an impact. Or, rather, her breasts are. She licks her lips, grateful that Relm didn't choose to look up in that moment or her intentions might show clearly on her face.]
[Relm's more sullen, fiery attitude coming back was almost a bit disappointing. She was pretty cute, so distracted and flustered. It made her want to just eat her up! Camilla smiles, hopefully back to hiding her intentions, and goes ahead and sets her bare breasts down on the mattress.]
Say, Relm... [she tilts her head ever so slightly, hair moving as she does.] What would you say if we added, say, another element to this piece?
[A totally innocent suggestion.]
[Relm's more sullen, fiery attitude coming back was almost a bit disappointing. She was pretty cute, so distracted and flustered. It made her want to just eat her up! Camilla smiles, hopefully back to hiding her intentions, and goes ahead and sets her bare breasts down on the mattress.]
Say, Relm... [she tilts her head ever so slightly, hair moving as she does.] What would you say if we added, say, another element to this piece?
[A totally innocent suggestion.]
[The lingerie doesn't help along with the fact her mother is currently a lonely housewife. Whether it's purposefully or not lies up for debate. The same could be said for the fact her poor, sweet, darling Soleil couldn't really find a girlfriend in town. It may or may not be involved with how scary Camilla could be while still outwardly smiling.]
Oh, do I need to have a bad dream to want to sleep with my baby? [Maybe she just wanted to! It's so hard to fall asleep without someone to snuggle and who better to snuggle?]
We have so much time to make up for, Soleil. [... even if her nightclothes weren't as cute. They did suit her, though. Maybe later they could get a matching mother-daughter pair. Either way, she holds out her arm, as if the walk from Soleil's room to her parents' was so long and arduous that they must link arms.]
[If it wasn't over-stimulating hugs, it was clinging onto Soleil's arm, which brushed those breasts against her anyways.]
Oh, do I need to have a bad dream to want to sleep with my baby? [Maybe she just wanted to! It's so hard to fall asleep without someone to snuggle and who better to snuggle?]
We have so much time to make up for, Soleil. [... even if her nightclothes weren't as cute. They did suit her, though. Maybe later they could get a matching mother-daughter pair. Either way, she holds out her arm, as if the walk from Soleil's room to her parents' was so long and arduous that they must link arms.]
[If it wasn't over-stimulating hugs, it was clinging onto Soleil's arm, which brushed those breasts against her anyways.]
[Even after getting annoyed by her sister showing off like that, Relm gets back to being rapt with her milk jugs in no time. Any wicked intentions Camilla might have are completely lost on her as she meticulously takes down every little detail of what she sees, only barely needing to change anything at all once they're sitting directly on her mattress.
...She's going to rub her face on that spot just as soon as she's alone again.]
Huh? [She blinks a few times and somehow manages to look Camilla in the face.] Another element? Like what?
[She racks her brain for a second, but nothing comes to mind that they could add to this. Camilla must have something devious in mind, she immediately concludes, and while she knows she should be wary, Relm is curious enough to listen to her.]
...She's going to rub her face on that spot just as soon as she's alone again.]
Huh? [She blinks a few times and somehow manages to look Camilla in the face.] Another element? Like what?
[She racks her brain for a second, but nothing comes to mind that they could add to this. Camilla must have something devious in mind, she immediately concludes, and while she knows she should be wary, Relm is curious enough to listen to her.]
[When you are eight years apart, your older sibling exists as the sum total of the world itself. They know everything, they can do anything, and they are less a sibling and more a minor deity that blesses your life whenever they choose to spend time with you. That is how life was for Amane with her sister. She followed her around everywhere and was never treated like a pain for it , always listened and believed whatever she had to say, was happy to do what she wanted, because she was always right and treated her with such tender love and care. Never in her childhood can she think of her sister ever doing her wrong, and if she did, it certainly never lasted long at all.
Yes, when you are eight years apart, you can proudly spout the knowledge and secrets your big sister tells you to the admiration and shining eyes of other kids, but it also means you are left behind a lot sooner; Camilla had lived some of her life without Amane in it. Amane had always had her older sister in hers.
Until she hadn't.
All too soon for her liking, Camilla was an adult when Amane hit double digits, she found her footing in life when Amane was only hitting puberty, and by the time she was well into high school, Camilla was incredibly successful, and on her own merits. The age gap never changed, but the distance certainly did.
Certainly, they came from money and she was not so naive to be blind to its advantages, but her sister, for all that she could be doting and sweet, was a force to be reckoned with. Competent, capable, determined, and hardworking, possessed of a keen mind and an unyielding will. Her sister was or had all of those and many more. It was what she loved about her and aspired to be, herself.
It, in turn, placed much more pressure on Amane to perform well, sometimes better, because excellence can only be companion to excellence, and when one is used to staring and high bars, especially as working standards, very good work starts to look less impressive after a while. High expectations become regular expecations. She manages to meet these extolling demands swimmingly, but it never ends. Even if this is her new normal, there is a fear inside that she can never shake. It only grows and festers putridly.
Not enough.
Nothing she ever does is good enough, and when she is seldom praised, it only exacerbates her worries, but not once, not a single time has she ever spared a single resentful thought for her sister. All she wants is to be like her, even if she can never truly hope for such a pipe dream. All she can hope to do is stare at her sister's back, well out of her reach, in more than one way.
Soon...her sister could leave the estate if she wanted to and she would never have to return if she did not. The thought turns sourly in her stomach, but she suppresses it.
For now, Amane knocks on her sister's door, a tray in hand.]
Sister...do you have a moment?
Yes, when you are eight years apart, you can proudly spout the knowledge and secrets your big sister tells you to the admiration and shining eyes of other kids, but it also means you are left behind a lot sooner; Camilla had lived some of her life without Amane in it. Amane had always had her older sister in hers.
Until she hadn't.
All too soon for her liking, Camilla was an adult when Amane hit double digits, she found her footing in life when Amane was only hitting puberty, and by the time she was well into high school, Camilla was incredibly successful, and on her own merits. The age gap never changed, but the distance certainly did.
Certainly, they came from money and she was not so naive to be blind to its advantages, but her sister, for all that she could be doting and sweet, was a force to be reckoned with. Competent, capable, determined, and hardworking, possessed of a keen mind and an unyielding will. Her sister was or had all of those and many more. It was what she loved about her and aspired to be, herself.
It, in turn, placed much more pressure on Amane to perform well, sometimes better, because excellence can only be companion to excellence, and when one is used to staring and high bars, especially as working standards, very good work starts to look less impressive after a while. High expectations become regular expecations. She manages to meet these extolling demands swimmingly, but it never ends. Even if this is her new normal, there is a fear inside that she can never shake. It only grows and festers putridly.
Not enough.
Nothing she ever does is good enough, and when she is seldom praised, it only exacerbates her worries, but not once, not a single time has she ever spared a single resentful thought for her sister. All she wants is to be like her, even if she can never truly hope for such a pipe dream. All she can hope to do is stare at her sister's back, well out of her reach, in more than one way.
Soon...her sister could leave the estate if she wanted to and she would never have to return if she did not. The thought turns sourly in her stomach, but she suppresses it.
For now, Amane knocks on her sister's door, a tray in hand.]
Sister...do you have a moment?
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