Chapter 1 - Mage's should stay in the back.

The beast had crashed to the ground, no longer able to maintain it's own titanic weight.
It's muscles still spasmed from the lightning spell that lingered in it's nerves; it was the only life left in the creature. The cruel shine in its eyes had already faded long before it's fall.
Impaled in it's heart was the sword that conducted the end to the tyrants electric final act.
It's blood stained paws would not claim another.

"Worthless bastard!  HAHA! You can count that as another job well done, sis." I smiled a triumph grin at Malory's slowly easing face. She was able to regain her composure now that the fight was over. We had sustained minimal damage, but it was nothing some herbs and a days of rest couldn't relieve. However, her worry did not end with our victory. With the beast lifelessness confirmed she ran to me and grabbed for my shoulder.

"You dipshit! Are you okay. How deep is your wound?" The fury in her voice contrasted with the gentle worry on her face.

"It's just a flesh wound he didn't get me that bad, Mal." I chuckled. It was all I could do to ease her reasonable fears.

"Mages should stay in the back. There's no need to butt in like that." Her voice was softer. She was pouting. I hate to make her worry like this...

"Come on sis, you really expect me to let that oversized bear lay a paw on my valiant sister just because she's a strong and powerful knight? What kind of brother would I be if I did?"

Her face became pensive and softened up a bit. She sighed and gave me a brief hug. She walked over to the beast to claim proof of it's defeat as well as a trophy to adorn her belt.

"What an interesting beast. Serrated claws? Two rows of teeth? Thick hide and skin harder than stone... This animal was violence given form..."

"It's not that deep Malory, It was a brutish beast that ripped and tore til it's final breath. Now it's dead and our job here is done. Not much to dwell upon."

"I don't know how you can't be fascinated by such an animal. You were raised a scholar. You could at least show some interest for a beast this unique. It's like a scholarly duty to ponder upon such a thing, is it not?"

"It was a big, stupid, animal that brutalized its prey and was a pain in the ass to kill. What more is there to 'ponder upon'? Maybe, I'd be more interested in some 'scholarly duty' if I wasn't so tired."

Her eyes dart to my shoulder for a brief second.
"Hmmm... I understand. Let's not stay long then."
She pushed the beast onto it's side and retrieved her blade. It was worn, bent, and busted from the encounter.

"Damn, looks like I won't be able to just have this one fixed."

"No worry, we'll have the funds to buy a new one."

"But, I liked Rosalyn... she was a strong, spirited blade..."

"You really should stop naming your swords, you get too attached..."

"You really should stop breaking MY swords with YOUR magic!"

"Heh, yeah... sorry about that... but it worked didn't it? Using the blade as a magic conductor is a tried and proven method." I try to joke with the intention of brightening the room a bit but, Malory wasn't having it.

The trip back was quiet as she mourned another lost blade.
I gave her her moment of silence. If I said the wrong thing my shoulder would be the least of my worries.

The sack sang as it landed on the counter.

The room was filled by a hearty laugh of an older gentleman. 

"A fine payment, well deserved, for such brave warriors."

"It was nothing, sir. We were just doing our jobs."

"No need to be so humble, sir!" He stopped laughing as a mournful look crawled across his face. "That beast had claimed the lives of many villagers and adventurers alike. My deepest gratitude for your ability to slay it is as genuine as your reward." The old man stares away from us. I look for something to say but my sister cuts in before I can lighten the air.

"Thank you, we are sincerely grateful to have helped. We will gladly accept your reward." 

"No, it is our thanks to have someone capable enough grace our village. Gold isn't enough to show our fullest appreciation. It would be our pleasure for you to rest at our inn, free of charge. Giving you both a night's of rest is the least we can do." The old man bows his head to us. I'm not good with this type of gratitude it's always awkward, but I do my best to show my genuine appreciation.

"Thanks, We'll gladly stay the night."
And with that and some departing words we left with our reward. We had shed our equipment at the inn, and dressed comfortably for the day of ahead.

"Fat pay like this deserves an earned day of play, wouldn't you say, Malory?"

"...You're not going to spend it all in a casino are you, Dmitri?"

I feign a shocked expression at her accusation "Of course I wouldn't! Even if I did, your brother is a high roller, Mal. You know I'd at least break even like always!"

She blowed an annoyed sigh as we continued to tour the village.

"Errr... But, I won't today, besides there doesn't seem to be a casino around here anyways... pretty lame if you ask me! Still, a town this size is surely to have it's attractions if we look hard enough"

"I'd like to go to some of the shops. Hopefully, I can find a new sword. You know, to replace the one I had to bury." She stared at me as if I did something wrong by having a smart idea that ultimately felled the brute. 

"Why are you looking at me like I'm the jerk here. It's just a sword. They're replaceable. Who would get so attached to an inanimate object that they'd give it a damn funeral anyways..." I look to her direction and the killing intent in her eyes told me to stop talking unless I wanted to join her cold steel friend in a eternal dirt nap. "Haha... I meant, anything else you might want besides that, Sis?" 

Her face turns inquisitive at what else she could buy "Hmm... Something nice like a bestiary of the local beast would be cool too, maybe..." Her belly lets out a growl louder than any beast, local or not. "Heh, I guess some food wouldn't be bad either, I suppose."

"Well, we're losing sunlight by only brain storming. Let's just walk around and see where we land. Ah... and would you look at that, there's a tavern just ahead."

     To say we were "liberal" with our pay wouldn't be quite accurate to how little we cared about spending it. We went shop to shop, unable to NOT find an item that didn't at least catch our interest. One of things Malory bought, of course, was a new sword. Its craftsmanship was "refined". It was falchion that was decorated as well as it was practical. A blade that could only be made by a true expert of the art... Is at least how she described it; To me it looked like just another blade. She dubbed it "Beatrice" and told me if I broke it I'd be paying for it with my life. Wouldn't be the first time she's threatened me but I'd be a fool to not take her serious. I'll give it two months this time.

     Without Mal's knowledge, I bought myself some numbing potions to chug, easing the pain in my shoulder. Making sure she wouldn't question why I spent time away from her I bought her a ocean-like, sapphire, pendant. Jewelry isn't usually her thing but she loved the gift and, it was cute of her to wear it for the rest of the evening. It went nice with her white crop top and trousers. It gave her an heir of feminine beauty that her toned body and scars contrasted.

     The town even had a theater. Not common for one this small but I suppose the community had an appreciation for the arts. They performed a story of betrayal and revenge. Mal was on the edge of her seat with every twist and turn, but I found it hard to care. The romance between the comic relief side character and one of the antagonists caught my eye but it unfortunately ended in tragedy. Such a shame, they shared some of the funniest scenes together and made a nice couple, but I guess, good story-telling be damned if despair doesn't take precedence over levity. At least Mal got something out of the show. 
     
    We dicked around the town with our remaining hours. Mal clung close to me as I led us to nowhere. To some average fool it might've looked like we two were lovers on a date. I wouldn't blame them. Despite us sharing blood, we hardly looked like kin. We were too close to the same age and not born of the same mother. So, it should be easily understood that we were raised apart. I was raised in a hut in some backwoods with my mom and Mal grew up in some posh house with our father and her mother.

     As you could expect, our upbringings led to different paths in life.
My sister was raised to be a knight; a warrior from birth. Her sun tanned skin, muscular physique, and athleticism are evident of so. She was top of her grade and a model knight. Her rise from meek recruit to honor grad through hard work and sheer will is still passed around as inspiration for newcomers to this day.

     I on the other hand was raised to learn magic. My mom had taught the basics before I even knew to read common tongue. When I turned eight I was shipped to a crappy academy for young wizards, witches, and boredom. I had two options growing up: Casting spells or reading spell books to cast more spells. As you can imagine I spent a lot of time in the library. I didn't mind though I found comfort in reading and even grew a small interest in the odd romance novel. I didn't care for my fellow students along with the teachers who taught them. The try-hard and rigid "conformity" the academy intended to breed into it's youth never stuck with me. In short, I was a bit of a loner, quite pale, and extremely "difficult" in my young age; Still am really.

    It was all a chore and I slacked more than I probably should have. I remained top of my class but the teachers wanted more from me than I ever cared to be. It wasn't til my father showed up to our hut with some random fifteen year old in tow that I gave a damn about anything. Her short, pampered, auburn mismatched the long, unkempt, obsidian that flowed from the top my head. Her scarred and toned skin told a story of strife and accomplishment that my unmarred, pallid skin could not. We had come from different paths but those dull gray eyes that she shared with mine sang a similar tale of loneliness yet, even those were unique. Her eyes smoldered a fiery passion that my dim eyes have never flickered. I felt nothing for my father's visit... However, the girl with short, burning hair... I had spent an eternity with her in those brief three days we had together.

     As an upperclassman, students are required to intern for workplace experience. Among the prospects available you could end up apprenticing under a Salve-maker, working as a scribe who imprints magic onto scrolls, or you can be the unlucky dumbass who got stuck working on a farm; Mages are extremely valuable to farmers. Elementalist can cut labor in half and druids can form good relationships with animals leading to higher quality and quantity of production... that is, if the druid doesn't get too "attached" to the animal they're care taking. 

     I was assigned to some castle as a "court mage". A simple job where you just perform tasks at the king's need. Tend to his garden, entertain his kids, feed his pets. I wasn't a jester, but I felt like one. The main purpose of a court mage was to be the front line of defense against an assault on the kingdom and advise the king on decisions relating to "magical issues". The problem is, at that point, we had seen 67 years of relative peace since the hero slayed the demonking so the need for a battle mage was hardly necessary. Advising was still a useful asset but, a smart king would never listen to a seventeen year old give his a opinion on any issues, at all. There was no war coming, threats could be handle by commissioned adventures willing to take the quest, and the wizard I was working under did all the advising for me. In other words my internship as a "court mage" was really a well paying baby sitting job.

    That year would've been the longest drag in my life if my sister wasn't stationed at that same castle. Pure coincidence but, I've never been out of Lady Luck's favor. She didn't have a lot of free time as "Captain of the Guard". She was tasked with leading a junior division of personal body guards of the royal family. She was responsible for everything her men did down to the hygiene routines. Sadly, she just had no time to spare for her dear brother, Me on the other hand, I had plenty and I did my best to pester her when I could. On watch, in her office, at her chow, and even after work I was there to annoy her and we grew quite close in that time because I did. In short we were the first friends we ever made. 

     We'd share our future plans with each other. Malory loved the military life but she wasn't sure about reenlisting. She didn't care for the bureaucracy and paperwork that came from the job. She just wanted to protect people. I didn't have a single idea what I wanted to do with my life but I didn't want to be bored. We talked it over and decided after my graduation and the end of her service we'd adventure together instead of choosing the stable secure jobs our parent raised us for. Malory would get more opportunities to protect people and I'd be less bored. Our parents, of course, did not approve but they had no say in our lives from that point on. Our paths had crossed and we decided to walk the rest together.

     We'd been together for a couple of years and a lot has changed since then.

     We've traded hair lengths. I've long since cut my flowing curly locks and maintained it at the short bounce it is now. Malory has let her hair grow to her shoulders. It's a nice style and it doesn't get in her way, as she tends to put into a fiery pony tail before we go into combat. It's a good look for her, but I really miss when her hair was cute and short. 

     I'm no longer skinny and out of shape; My horrid sister would never let me. I'm fit now but not as toned as Malory. She's got a very "Olympic Track Star"  Physique that's she's sculpted since birth. I'm just kinda fit, I suppose.

     We've grown to similar heights, too. Although she 6`0 and I'm 5`11. Weirdly it doesn't feel like we're that close. Even as she clings to my shoulder, hunched over, she's still taller than me. She's bigger than me in a lot of ways including age. She's actually two months older than me.

     If you will indulge me for a second, Malory, in spite of her scars, is gorgeous, has a great ass, and doesn't appreciate the chest she was gifted with. She says "they make it harder to fit in her breastplate." I think she should dress less "pragmatically". I know defensive spells for a reason! 

     I'm glad she's as athletic as she is. It's a good deterrent for suitors looking for a wife. She's not even that buff, but a strange amount of guys, thankfully, aren't interested in an athletic woman.  With that being said, she's caught the attention of her fair share of girls because of her "traits". It's kinda annoying seeing her get all the attention from women when I'm right here but, at the same time, I get it.

    A slightly uninteresting fact about us we both have exactly three moles around our bodies I have one under my eye, one on my back left shoulder and one on the back of my right hand. She has one on her right shoulder, her one left breast, and one under her...

My sister yawns. I've been stuck in my head for so long I didn't even notice the time past. The sun is clocking out for the day as the sky transitions from a relaxed orange to a chill purple... I suppose it is getting late...

We make our way back to the inn with enough money unspent to make it back to the capital in the coming morning. We might even be able to even afford a satisfying meal in preparation for our next job.


We got a surprisingly nice room

It's decently big with enough space to fit our gear, supplies, and newly bought trinkets. There's even a nice book case for me to parse through later. One bed to share between the two of us was going to be a problem though. It's nothing to complain about, it's like a king size and was more than enough space to accommodate us both but, I'd still would've preferred a second bed. Malory and I are quite close but, I know she likes her space. She's always had a bit of difficulty sleeping close to me. She has a "problem" that makes it hard for her to rest.

But, not wanting to waste more time, we start our nightly routine.

The inn is nice enough to have a bathing area so we took our turns cleaning ourselves before we got dressed for rest. With hygiene done I returned to our room in nothing but a shirt and underwear. Malory was already reclined in bed relaxing in her nightgown with a book of "Flora and Fauna" that she found in the bookcase. My scan over it's shelves didn't lead to me finding anything worth reading so, I chose to rest my head on her shoulder and read along with her.

"Oh, Check out this apish beast. It says he can exert enough force to crush a boulder between his hands."

"Heh, I bet you still could take that ape in a fist fight."

"Come on, Dmitri! I'm not that strong!.. Maybe I could with "Beatrice" though..."
We continued like that until we reached the last page. I could've fallen asleep just cuddling with her, but I didn't want to cause a "problem" so, to give her space, I crawled to my side and she stayed on hers.  We shared our "good nights" and I closed my eyes waiting for the coming morning. It never came but my sister did. She had crawled over from her side and held me closer to her. I could feel her girth beneath her panties grind against my leg. She was a stiff as a board.

"Dmitri, I'm sorry. I'm having that 'problem' again. I hate to keep asking this of you, but could you please... you know... give me a hand and make it go away?"

I could feel her heavy breath on the back of my neck. She rocked her hips back and forth. "No need to ask Mal, I'd be a shitty brother if I didn't." 

I got up and move down to the bottom of the bed. Laying on my stomach, I crawled between her legs to look up at her. Her face was barely illuminated by the moonlight but her red glow is as visible as if it were day. Still, It's not enough for me. I wanted to see ALL of her.

"Malory, flick on the lamp, please."

"Why? Don't you mind... you know... having to see 'it'.. that ugly thing..."

"Of course I don't mind, it's just another cute part of you but, I'd mind even less if I got to see your adorable face squirm as I did this."

"God, Dmitri you're so weird sometimes you know. You're not supposed to enjoy this."
But, she didn't hesitate to flick on the light. It illuminated the room in a bright, Orange-yellow and allowed me to see my cute sister in full. Her adorable face was slightly obscured on one side by her messy, red, hair that ran down her face to her chest. Her almost translucent night gown barely hid the skin that rested underneath. She wasn't wearing a bra and her pink nipples pushed against the fabric of her gown. The skin of her breast was a milky pink in contrast to the caramel brown that made up the rest of her. My eyes scanned her down to her cotton panties that could barely hold back her straining erection that threatened to burst out at any moment. This "problem" was always unavoidable, I suppose.

Since I first met Malory I knew she was born with both genitalia. It has always been an issue for her, but I never agreed that it was one. Kid me thought it was cool, adult me had tried to make her feel accepted, and I can't say there's ever been a point where I didn't find the fact "hot". Her parents got it in her head that it was something to hide, so she always felt like it was a burden for her. She never showered with other recruits, She was afraid of getting romantically involved with anyone, and even mentioning dicks around her put her in a uncontrollable fluster. It's terrible that someone as capable as Mal would be worried about such a small issue but, selfishly, I can't say I don't love seeing her embarrassed; I just wish it wasn't because of this. Since we've started adventuring, it became my job to help her when she gets this "problem". We've kept it to just handjobs; any further than that might be weird for her. These "sessions" were supposed to be for clinical reasons only. There was no pleasure that was supposed to be gained from them. But, I couldn't help but enjoy them and I knew Malory did too.

I made sure to be teasingly slow, as I pulled down her panties, getting a moan from her when her cock was finally freed of it's lacey restraints. It flopped on to her stomach flinging a couple of dollops of pre around her midriff. Malory really had the full package; nice soft tits, a nice firm ass, and a nice girthy dick to complete the set. And, I hate to admit it but, it was just another thing she was bigger than me in. 

She made an adorable whimper and I took hold of her cock.
"Does it make you feel good to have your little brother stroke your dick, sis?"

"Please, don't talk like that. You're making it harder."

"Harder? Oh... So, big sis is into that sort of thing? You know, having your fat dick taken into your brothers tender care."

"Cut it out, Dmitri. Arrgh! I can't stand it when you do this shit during this time. I-it makes me feel w-weird!" She was already visibly red but now she looked like she was going to erupt; Just not in the way she wanted.

I laughed at her. Malory couldn't stand my teasing, but it was my favorite part of these sessions. "I'm sorry, I just like to see you squirm, You're just so cute!" 

"Just make it quick, please." She looked away from me, but her face was no less red. She wasn't angry, I know she enjoys being teased, I could feel it in my hand that she did, but I understood why she likes to keep these sessions brief. They're supposed to clinical for her not pleasurable, but I wanted her to release and relax just a little; I wanted her to enjoy the pleasure instead of rejecting it. 

Still, I did as she told and sped up my pace. I could see her getting closer to her edge. After doing these sessions for sometime I started to pick up on Mal's quirks. She's scrunches her nose and bites her lip just as she's about to cum. I just wanted to tease her one more time before we were done. So I waited for her to show her tell-tale traits before I initiated my plan. I decided to make it weird and take it past the usual handy J. Under her cock is a mole just under it's head. It's like a sensitive spot for her and every time I run my thumb over it I can feel her quiver. My idea was to do something with my intimate knowledge that was really going to make her red. Right as she hit her edge I decided to bring my lips to her mole and give it a small peck.

"Chu~"

Never before had I seen Malory cum as hard as she did.

She got it all over her night gown and even hit her face just a bit. I didn't know she had that in her. I didn't know I could bring that out of her. But, I knew that was the hottest thing I'd ever seen and I couldn't stop myself from growing erect as a reaction. I was leaking for her and I didn't want it to stop there.

She was still recovering from her afterglow, but I could hear her quietly mutter. 

"Clean it up." over and over in her slow and dazed voice.

I was confused at first, but she repeated herself one more time with a bit more clarity.

"Clean it up... With your mouth."

I wasn't eager but I did as I was told. I licked up her semen with my tongue slowly and thoroughly. I worked my way from her cock to her stomach. There I spent some time and care to lick and caress her definition; something that well maintained had to be appreciated in the proper way, right? Trailing up from her stomach to her breast, I lingered there for a moment giving extra attention to her stiff nipples sucking at them under the cloth of her gown. I continued  from her breast to her face and there she caught me by surprise and brought her lips to mine.

What a weird night this had become. 

She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I knew I lost control of the night. I lost myself in her mouth. Her cum had mixed together with her saliva into a sweet mix of Malory's affection. We had pull apart staying connected by a thin trail of our lust. I looked into her grey eyes and saw stars. Her smokey eyes burned a fiery passion that my eyes only ever flickered tonight.

"Mal..."

I couldn't express what I wanted with words. I tried to show her my arousal. I rubbed my crotch against her toned stomach, and rolled my ass against her hardening dick. 

"Dmitri... Let me inside. I want to..." She grasped my ass needingly. I could feel her dick prod at my entrance through my boxers. The need in her voice and her blatant arousal coaxed a small moan out of me as I felt her grind against me.

...I never considered letting Malory fuck me... I've thought about Mal before. She's extremely attractive, I've always found her so, but having sex with my half-sister, letting her cum inside me, her brother... Would I hesitate if it was the other way around?.. 

I pulled down my underwear and tossed them aside. I lowered myself down onto her throbbing cock and adjusted her tip into my hole. The haze in her eyes was hypnotic. I slowly descend down her pole onto her crotch. I felt her thickness occupy inside me. I felt...full. It was a weird feeling but it was not something I disliked nor, was it something I wanted to stop.  

"Well, You're in... what now?"

She didn't answer my question with words. With that hazey look still clouding her vision she grabbed my waist. She took two slow test pumps before resting again. She'd closed her eyes and took a breath in. It was curious... this was one of the few times I couldn't read her. I had no idea what she was thinking. She exhaled and started a slow piston. It was a surprisingly pleasant feeling. It felt like her dick was massaging my prostate. The pressure there sent chills up my spine as she smoothly glided against it. My cock aimlessly nodded to her rhythm dripping pre over her stomach. I loved when she was impaled deep inside when I touched her hilt and felt empty when she was unsheathed. I could get addicted to her and my moans told her I wanted more. 

"Dmitri, how could you...?"

She caught my attention but, I didn't answer; she never really gave me the chance to. 

"How could you hold such an ass back from me."

With one decisive thrust she speared hard and deep into me hitting my furthest depths with her shaft. It was so unexpected I didn't even know if it felt good or not. With herself pressed completely inside she dug around a bit really making me feel the entirety of her size and almost suddenly I just felt her exit and continue her motions at a rapid pace.

"Dmitri have I ever told you how much of a WHORE you are for teasing me so relentlessly. Whore's deserve pay, right? I think its time I payed you back for all you've earned. Don't worry I'm a good big sis I'll even tip you extra."

Without being able to process the turn the night had took, I was on my back.

She sat squatted above me with her tip pushed into the entrance of my rear. Without much hesitation she pumped into me. I was losing my mind feeling her entire weight pressed against me. She held my wrist down and treated me like a fleshlight.

"Fuck! To think we could've been doing this the whole time and I settled for just your hand! To be fair Dmitri, You're a real expert with your fingers, but it's hard to compare when you have an ass that was made to be bred."

It was absolutely mind breaking how good it felt to have her buried inside of me. She was so rough and powerful that it was starting to push me over the edge. It hurt but the pain I felt was far outweighed by how much I was enjoying being my sister's fucktoy. I felt a haze rise through my system. A thunder struck my body and like that I popped.

"Did you just cum all over yourself? Goodness, who knew you were such an anal slut. You know, I know you stare at me. I chose to ignore your gaze. Do you know why? It's not because you're a creep. No, It's because I loved it. It made me so hard to know you wanted to fuck me, your sister. It felt so good knowing someone thought I was sexy and you being my brother only made me hotter. I stare at you too sometimes. You never noticed because unlike you I'm actually subtle but I've been craving this ass since we were fifteen, and because you allowed me to indulge myself, I want to give you a reward. Fuck Yes! I'm going to flood your ass with my seed!"

She had tossed me over on the other side of the bed and forced me on my knees, ass up, as she mounted behind me.

"Tell me, Dmitri. Do you want it? Do you want your big sisters kids swimming in boy cunt. To be filled by my white? This knightly cock taking control of your fat mage ass." 

I whimpered at her words. "Please." was the way I could think to beg for more. I was hers to break.

She slapped my ass and gifted me with two words. "Good Boy."

I could only groan in response as she grabbed my waist for better control and thrust inside of me with reckless abandon. I could feel her speed inside me and I tried to match her tempo as I thrusted back on to her. My cock limply bounced to her intense beat.

"Dmitri, I love you... please accept all of it..."

Her pace had hit it's zenith with her excitement. I'm glad she had finally let go and really enjoyed herself. I could no longer keep up and with a last, few, shallow pumps she had filled my colon with her seed. I came unable to deny the feelings I felt for her. The feeling of leaking all over the bed when she unplugged me was mystical. I could never imagine being filled with my sister seed would give me my second hands-free.

"Malory... I love you, too..."


Malory and I silently spooned. I never been good with this mushy bullshit. I didn't know how to engage with the fact that we just confessed to each other. I don't think she knew how to either. Maybe it'd be easier if I hadn't just gotten my world rocked by a side of her I never even seen before. She held me tight as I thought to myself what to feel about... everything, really. Then Malory finally cut the air.

"Well... That was pretty intense."

"...I liked your intensity... Just didn't know you had it."

"I didn't expect that out of me either, to be honest." she laughs to herself. She begins to run her fingers in between the curls of my hair. 

"So, I guess we can call ourselves an item, then?"

"...I suppose so... I just didn't know you felt that way..."

"I didn't know you were going to take it that far..."

"Fair enough... Yes... I suppose you can consider us an item now."

"I'm glad... I wish I would've told you sooner really. I've loved you for a while now..."

"...If you knew I loved you and you shared those feelings as well why didn't you confess sooner?"

"It's hard to admit you want to fuck your brother you know."

"Fair enough..."

"...so... I can expect to have this ass on a regular now, right?"

"Only if we can switch from time to time."

"Hmmm... maybe... but I know mages take in the back. Isn't that right." She gives my rear a firm squeeze. "Maybe I'll let you have your fun if you show me that mouth is capable of more than just casting sword breaking spells." She blew in my ear before giving my head a brief kiss.

...When did she become the tease...