A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 1 - Part 8
“Every day when I cried for Mom, you’d let me touch you as a substitute. Remember?”
His thumb pressed hard against my e***t n*pple, sending a jolt through me, and my legs stiffened. Underneath my brother, I was powerless except for flinching.
“I don’t, remember…”
“Ha… are you letting me touch you as a substitute for Mom even now?”
“No, it’s not… Ah!”
“I’ve never really thought of you as a substitute for Mom, even back then.”
As I wasn’t the real Leah Albert I didn’t know when was that “back then” referred to. But one thing was clear: Lionel was more twisted than I had anticipated. He had been pleading to me to control his d*ck before, but as soon as I seemed to agree, he changed tactics entirely, catching me off guard.
“Ha, I prayed to God every day.”
His hand, which had been fondling my br*ast, slid down my waist and beneath my pelvis, suddenly gripping my thighs tightly and pulling my body down. My thin summer dress was pushed up, exposing my thighs. I felt his hot gaze licking over the flesh that was hidden.
“Praying to grow up quickly so I could bury my d*ck inside your hole.”
Lionel guided my hand to grasp his p*nis. My fingers wrapped slowly around the engorged, veined sh*ft. Holding my hand in place, Lionel stroked it up and down, watching my face intently.
“How about this? Do you think I’ve grown enough to satisfy you?”
Would there be a sister in any corner of the world who feels proud upon seeing the size of her younger brother’s p*nis? I was unable to continue speaking due to the sense of immorality the situation imparted. However, Lionel misinterpreted my silence and his pretty eyes suddenly furrowed. He looked angry and sad at the same time.
“I’m sorry for being born with such a worthless d*ck, sister.”
“Ah….”
“Please, sister, stroke it and kiss it every day so it can grow bigger. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
“You, if it gets any bigger from here, ah, that would be really, a crime… Ah!”
Lionel removed my hand from his p*nis and tightly twisted his pelvis. He positioned himself between my legs and then with a strong force, thrust upwards. Pressing down on me as if to compress my body, he gently stroked my earlobe with one hand. Then, he shyly pressed his lips against my cheek.
“Ah!”
“When we actually have s*x, should I thrust like this, huh, this hard?”
“Wait a moment… Ah!”
“Or should it be rougher?”
Lionel’s strong arms immobilized me completely as he began to thrust his hips like a wild beast. Although it wasn’t actual penetration, the low moans of “sister, sister,” the blunt gl*ns rubbing rapidly against my cl*toris, and the rough movements below contrasted with the gentle kisses Lionel placed on my face, eliciting a pl*asure as if it were real insertion.
“Ah, ah!”
“Ah… sister, ah….”
Lionel’s breathing became more rapid. He clenched his teeth while gazing down at me, who was shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
“What should I do, sister? I really want to thrust my d*ck into your hole.”
Caught between pl*asure and guilt, I shook my head in refusal. Upon seeing my refusal, Lionel let out a fierce growl and once again buried his lips in my cheek. Pecking around, moving his head from side to side, then briefly pausing before gently pressing his lips at the corner of my mouth.
A gentle touch brushed against my lips before withdrawing.
“Ah….”
When Lionel’s lips approached again, I took the initiative and pressed a kiss on him. Lionel looked at me as if he couldn’t believe it, then his expression changed as if something snapped inside him.
Swallowing his hot breath, he dove into my lips. The kiss that followed was far deeper than the timid ones before, biting at my lower lip with his teeth, forcing my mouth open to thrust his hot flesh deep inside. He pressed our lips together as hard as possible as if trying to reach down my throat.
“Ugh…! Heup!”
Yet, the thrusting from below didn’t slow down; if anything, it became faster, as he moved like crazy. Lionel, losing all restraint, devoured me beneath him. Pinned under his robust body, I accepted the pl*asure he offered, tears of excitement streaming down my face.
“Ah, sister, Leah…!”
“Wait, ah…! Calm down a bit….”
“Ah, so good. I love it.”
As he moved violently, Lionel grabbed my hair from behind and yanked my head back. My mouth involuntarily opened wide, and his tongue invaded me. The p*nis, swollen to its limit, painfully rubbed against me and soon ej*culated. The cloudy fl*id splattered across my chest as the system notification appeared.
[Thanks to the sister’s kindness, Lionel Albert’s worries have been resolved. Lionel is very satisfied.]
[Mission ‘Affectionate Siblings’ successful.]
-‘Piercing Gaze.’ Acquired.
I submerged myself in the bathtub filled with water ahead of time. The warm embrace of the bathwater loosened my muscles, offering a sense of relaxation as I leaned back comfortably.
As I slowly moved my arms in the water, white fresh petals stuck to my skin. I was lazily watching the petals until a maid came in to assist with the bath, when I suddenly noticed a red bruise on the inside of my wrist.
“Ah… I told him not to leave any marks.”
I rubbed my wrist irritably, knowing full well that rubbing it wouldn’t make the mark disappear. The bruise only reddened further, and I plunged my hand into the water in frustration.
“Lionel…”
After the last surprise mission, things had been turning weird.
During the six rounds of play, a ‘daily mission’ that had never occurred before had appeared. The very existence of the daily mission was shocking, but the content had me nearly passing out from shock.
[Daily Mission: A Promise with Your Brother. For Lionel, who is dissatisfied with the size of his p*nis, gently massage your brother’s p*nis.]
[Failure to complete the daily mission is not an option. Accumulating three mission failures will result in GAME OUT, so please ensure to complete the mission.]
Because of this damned mission, I had been having s*x without penetration with Lionel every day.
