Chapter 63 – The Sister’s Bath (3)
Mason looked over her shoulder at Lucia’s face and shuddered at her.
The bright smile built on her face is showing joy without fail. But unlike her brother, Mason couldn’t laugh.
Because the senses and reason sent by her body were in fierce conflict with each other.
It must have been a bit awkward situation for Lucia to wash herself, but she couldn’t deny it.
The act of washing the bodies of others was not only an act of affection between lovers, but also a way to show extreme hospitality.
In particular, from that aspect, attending a bath was one of the ways to show the highest example that a person who has been given grace enough to carry for the rest of his life can show.
For instance, on the day Lucia was also ordained a saint, Mason clearly remembered that the most respected nuns of the Order personally attended the bath.
Of course, now there are cases of hiring servants and having maids in charge of bathing, but even so, the noble meaning recorded in the Bible could not be easily faded.
So, you know what that means.
Because she did not know the meaning of Lucia’s act of directly touching Mason’s wounded body, who sacrificed herself for herself and suffered hard training and loneliness for over ten years,
Mason couldn’t refuse her Lucia.
Even though her smooth, soft, white skin felt awkwardly close to her own body.
Surely, even if the touch to clean her body gives her body an unknown tremble.
When her smooth, slender fingers tickled her own armpit.
Even when the stimulation she had never felt before, which ran down her back, spread through her whole body like a ripple.
“…”
Mason, she unconsciously bit her lower lip. Her face was hot, and her water-soaked body trembled with the warmth that was soon cooling off again.
Her body, beginning to feel her chill, craved warmth again,
Anything that can soothe the cold that suddenly started to feel.
Mason opened her mouth to Lucia, who was still laughing, trying to disguise her trembling voice as her composure.
“… Yes, you tickled me on purpose…”
A voice that she didn’t even think was her own, a higher, quivering voice.
It only took a moment for her to realize that it was the voice of a woman, not the heroine who protected the saintess as her closest aide.
“… !”
A shame that was unlike anything she had ever felt overtook her, but Mason gritted her teeth and tried to control her expression.
Her breath quickens, her eyes tremble in spasms,
Even though her face was as hot as a flame.
Please don’t notice
That I’m starting to feel the joy in your touch that I shouldn’t feel.
“… Sister.”
The expression on Lucia’s face changed. While drawing an arc full of her joy and pleasure, her eyes narrowed strangely, and her eyebrows gently drew wrinkles.
Mason’s heart sinks as she falls off a cliff where her feet are impenetrable.
Dizzy. My eyesight fluctuates. She doesn’t have the confidence to face her, so even if she wants to turn her head, she doesn’t budge, as if she’s frozen in place.
“If…”
A terrible feeling choked her throat with each syllable of her words.
-Again, into loneliness.
-In a situation worse than living again, into hell where there is no place to turn to, scorn from the younger brother.
“… Aren’t you dizzy?”
Mason took a moment to understand her brother’s question.
“… Uh?”
“No, your face looks a little red, have we been around too long?”
Lucia’s hand touched her forehead, but Mason didn’t do anything.
“I don’t have a fever, but are you having a hard time?”
Mason’s rigid body was able to function properly only then.
She can breathe properly again, and her face functions properly. Her sense of tightness in her throat disappeared like melting snow, and what remained was relief.
And expect.
“Oh, no… It’s because I’m surprised that you tickled me…”
Mason turned her head away, hiding Lucia from seeing her expression.
If he did, he would find out the smile drawn on her warmth that he felt on his own forehead.
“I did it because my sister was so cute~ Is that my fault?”
Hearing the playful voice over her shoulder again, Mason soothed her frantic beating heart.
Still haven’t heard
Yet, I can remain Lucia’s older sister.
And again.
Can you feel that touch?
Her thoughts, like the voice of an old woman, resounded in her head, but the unpleasantness of her voice faded a bit.
And unfortunately, Mason didn’t notice it.
“… All right, what can I say to you…”
The voice that came out of Mason’s mouth again was much calmer and more normal than before.
She didn’t even notice that it was her voice that put down a layer of her unknown guilt that surrounded her.
Swoop-
Again, the skin softly brushing her back, her body heat, her equally wet body sliding on her own wet skin.
A warmth that instantly dispels the chill.
And the stimulation that sprouts my head again.
“Then it’s good, sister. Then-“
Mason’s hollow rested her tock-chin on her pinned collarbone.
“Should I wash myself… ♥?”
The pleasure that I don’t know the reason why it rides in her ears and reaches her head as it is.
Mason shuddered, unaware, then nodded to her.
Her relaxed body leaned against Lucia’s chest.
Slowly again, feeling the soft touches that started to come and go around her navel.
She believed that the pleasure brought by her sister’s whispers was the dizziness brought about by the heat of the bath water.
Lucia slowly stroked Mason’s stomach. Her belly, which she thought would be touched every time with sharp abs, was unexpectedly nice.
Soft.
She traced her curves with the tips of her five fingers, occasionally squeezing them slowly, but Mason did not leave her arms.
“Hmm… Unni, is your stomach softer than you thought?”
Every time Lucia whispered in Mason’s ear, she flinched and shuddered, but she did not resist, perhaps because the warm water relieved her tension.
“… Well, now I don’t use my body as much as I used to, Nika…”
Lucia listened to her excuses and hugged Mason a little closer.
“Hmm-, that’s right.”
Her hand, which had been tickling her abdomen, moved slowly around her waist and lightly brushed her silence followed.
“Huh… !”
Wince-
A response that cannot be felt from the body in contact with the sweet nasal sound. Lucia naturally drew an arc at the corner of her mouth.
Cute.
It was the first time for Lucia, who had always mixed her body only with Isabella, to have such a pure virgin reaction. Her love for Isabella hadn’t changed, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy this stimulation either.
The heart of a child leaving traces for the first time in pure white snow.
The desire for destruction and the desire for conquest by a narrow margin.
And the slimy, slimy sense of immorality that comes from her awareness that her opponent is her sister, doing something she shouldn’t.
Now, the whole situation created, it was disgustingly fantastic.
Lucia’s hand moves up slowly along her silence followed. Past her waist, up her sides, slowly teasingly as if counting her ribs, which are slightly taut under her skin.
“Um…”
The sweet pleasure was already hard to hide in her moans coming out of Mason’s closed mouth.
You may think that you are not.
Truly, those eyes and expressions filled with shame and fear, and at the same time physical desire.
It was a new experience that could not be found in the relationship with Isabella, who had become accustomed to each other.
Because Isabella, who has always been more mature, smarter, and more grown-up than she was, never looked like this even in her first relationship.
At that time, to recognize her opponent’s clumsiness, there was a clear difference between herself, who couldn’t even recognize her own clumsiness, and now, coveting Mason’s body.
Very fun, new feeling.
The motherly love she would feel when teaching her child’s first steps.
At the same time, her shady lust for taming her thoroughly to her own taste.
Lucia was being eroded by the dizzying turbid current created by the two rushing emotions.
Wanted to break her.
Breaking you on the bed with her mess, that sad smiling face pretending to be an adult, sorry, a parent.
She missed her older sister, ridiculously distracted by the pleasures of her counterpart, whom she believed she had to protect.
The wetness between the two legs created a humid heat, and the hand squeezed under it felt it clearly.
Her expression was full of fear, worry, and confusion, but she missed her sister, with a low longing burning in her eyes.
“Whoa… ♥”
Farr-
As Lucia blew a little air into Mason’s ear, I could see her trembling, somehow blocking her back as she tried to bounce.
“Why, why is that…”
Seeing her face resembling her own as she looked back with her slightly closed eyes, Lucia replied with a smile.
“Because it’s cute.”
The face that I thought couldn’t get any more red here burns even more.
The younger sister, who began to slowly color her infinitely ignorant older sister, teased her hand in place for a while.
Between the hard, curved curve of her ribs and the beginning of a softness never before touched.
There she waits for Mason’s reaction, anxiously as if unsure whether she will or will not go any further.
“… !”
That’s a cute reaction. With her eyes tightly closed as she stared at her secretly, she looks so vulnerable as she prepares for the pleasure that is about to come.
However, with an expression that seems to be momentarily confused by her pleasure that does not come, Lucia calmly moves her gaze to her shoulder and violates the boundary.
“Sister, it seems like they are a little together here, but is there any place where you are sick or something like that?”
“No, there is no such place…”
She feels her sister clinging more to her own body, voicing out in her hazy voice. She moves herself, trying to change the position of her hand, a very different and plain number.
But Lucia had no intention of letting this go. She pulls her hand back in time with her movement.
Yet.
Not yet.
Like a seasoned she-wolf, Lucia waits for the right moment. Even though she pretends to put her hand down again, she again stays near her boundary and continues to provoke Mason.
With her own mouth.
You have to beg directly.
Of course, a newborn lamb cannot beat an experienced hunter.
Mason, who had rested her head on her own chest, slowly opened her eyes as she was already drained of her gin.
Even though they are not twins, their faces resemble each other as if looking in a mirror.
Lucia looked down with a soft smile.
Her older sister always says I’m prettier, but that’s only her older sister.
When I get a little older, I’ll be more like her sister.
A sister who is very similar to me.
Confessing her love to Isabella like me.
She bursts into tears and smiles with joy.
Spending her sleepless days trying to win her favor, her heart.
Another me’.
“… Ji?”
It is Mason’s soothing voice that summons Lucia, who has been unconscious for a while. Her voice is even more erotic and earnest because she did not try to seduce her opponent, and she did not deliberately create it.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
But Lucia is calm. She still, she has the innocent smile of her younger sister, and she looks down at her older sister, who is bit by bit steeped in her depravity.
She has the same eyes as hers, the same brown eyes underneath.
There are many emotions mixed in it, creating a dizzying air current.
Awareness, fear, and shame that this should not be the case.
But the physical aspirations that make it all ineffective.
Mason’s crimson lips, which had been biting her mouth with a bit of hesitation, opened and spoke in a voice that was almost crawling.
“This… A bath, right?”
It was like a flare fired by himself, like a coachman’s whip announcing the departure.
The best of an ignorant, pure sister.
Permission given under the ostentation of courtesy to express respect and gratitude.
The younger brother can’t take her eyes off her older sister’s brown eyes.
Gradually the flow of other emotions becomes dull. The vortex subsides, and the feelings repeat a couple of meaningless flaps of their wings like a butterfly drowned in rosin-
Within.
Accept death slowly.
The brilliant brilliance is gone, and what remains is a sticky, dark lump like tar.
At the best pleas of aspirations that overcome reason,
Lucia’s smile couldn’t help but collapse.
“Then-.”
Contrary to the voice that speaks as if it were natural, a smile similar to her owner hangs on her mouth.
“… Is it just that her younger sister washes over her older sister who has suffered so far?”
Saying that, her hands slowly moved forward and wrapped around her breasts, which had never been touched by anyone before.
Between the smooth softness that can be felt in the hand, the feeling of being equally touched on both sides of the skin is different.
When her hand touched it, it slowly rose.
