Chapter 78: Chapter 78 – When The Family Scatters, Only Younger Sister Remains 2
When the door to the room closed behind them with a soft click, a thick, almost palpable silence fell over the room.
Only the soft light of the nightlight fell on the bed, like moonlight on the surface of a lake at night.
Phoebe stood in the middle of the room, her arms hanging down, like a submissive concubine before an emperor.
The red bikini stood in stark contrast to her skin, which had changed slightly from spending time under the hot sun on the beach.
She didn’t move, didn’t try to take the initiative — sister just looked at Sohen with her large, slightly bewildered eyes, waiting.
(You, Phoebe... an incredibly beautiful girl. To be your partner for the next few hours... a real reward.)
Sohen approached slowly, like a hunter closing in on a rare doe.
(Oh, yeah! I’m quite the hunter, ha-ha...)
His gaze glided over her, like a master’s brush painting on silk.
He didn’t rush to touch her; at first, he simply breathed in her warmth.
(Phoebe... Damn it! I don’t know what to do next! She wants romance, and this young knight is a complete amateur at it. With Grandma and Mom, everything was different — they mostly took the initiative, then foreplay and rough sex, but here... Phew. We’ll just have to improvise then. I remember the novella "The Stepmother and Her Ten Clones"; there was something similar at the beginning with the main character’s older stepsister...)
- (Me). "Change your tunic."
He said quietly and firmly, looking at his seductive younger sister.
Phoebe... silently obeyed.
The fabric slid down, baring her shoulders, which looked like polished jade.
Sohen raised his hand and traced her collarbone with his fingertips — very gently, as if touching a butterfly’s wing.
(Don’t be surprised by this strange change in writing style. The author has been reading a lot of Chinese novels lately and decided to try implementing this style in his "god-like" novel about pseudo-incest... Don’t pay too much attention to this fool.)
[Hey! I can see everything!]
(Yeah, yeah. Keep writing and finally give me a chance to fuck my younger, sexy sister, with whom I’m not related by blood, and so on...)
[...]
Phoebe’s skin was hot, slightly velvety, with a faint salty taste of the sea.
Under his fingers, she shuddered, like the surface of a lake rippling from a light breeze.
He walked around behind her.
(What a huge jackpot right before my eyes, but first...)
His palms rested on her waist — narrow, supple, like the stem of a young bamboo.
His fingers slowly slid upward along her ribs, feeling every curve, every little hollow.
Phoebe inhaled quietly but didn’t move; her submission burned Sohen with a sweet fire.
He loved it — the way she stood motionless, allowing him to explore her as if she were a precious vase of fine porcelain.
His fingertips reached the lower edge of her breasts, but he didn’t touch them right away.
Instead, he ran his thumbs along the curves from below, feeling how the skin there was especially soft, almost silky.
Her nipples had already hardened, like tiny pearls beneath a thin layer of dew.
Sohen gently traced one of them with his fingernail — very slowly, in a circular motion.
Phoebe shuddered all over; her breathing became ragged, but she merely exhaled softly and closed her eyes.
(I need to say something...)
- (Me). "Look at me."
She couldn’t help but obey.
Her eyes were misty, like a lake in the fog.
Sohen leaned in and breathed hot air onto her neck, then ran his lips along her skin — from her ear to her shoulder, leaving a barely noticeable trail.
Meanwhile, his hand slid lower, gliding across her stomach.
Her stomach was smooth and firm, like silk stretched over a drum.
Sohen’s fingers traced invisible patterns on it — circles, spirals, straight lines down to the edge of her bikini.
He knelt before her, and his hands rested on her thighs — strong, yet gentle, like the trunks of young trees.
Sohen ran his palms upward from her knees, slowly... very slowly, feeling the muscles beneath her skin tremble with tension.
When his fingers reached the inner thighs, Phoebe involuntarily clenched her legs, but Sohen gently pushed them apart.
- (Me). "Don’t hide from me, baby."
His thumb glided over the most sensitive skin, barely touching it.
Phoebe let out a quiet moan — the sound came out muffled, like the distant ring of a jade bell.
Sohen really liked this scene.
(This is pretty fun, hehe...)
It was incredibly sexy to watch her try to hold back, her body betraying her despite her silence.
He pulled her bikini bottom off in one slow motion.
Now she... stood before him completely naked.
Sohen quickly stood up and led her to the bed.
Phoebe lay on her back, her arms at her sides, as if awaiting a verdict.
He stood over her, like an emperor over a concubine.
At first, Sohen touched her only with his fingers.
He ran them over her collarbones, then over her breasts — gently but commandingly, pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting them slowly, watching as Phoebe bit her lip to keep from moaning louder.
Then his hands moved lower, down her ribs, her waist, her thighs.
Every touch was precise, as if he were drawing hieroglyphs of passion on her body.
(It’s not my style to treat women this way, since... I don’t like that kind of romance during sex, but Phoebe is still a very sweet girl and, for some reason, very passive today. It’s unclear if she’s had anyone in the past, so I need to be quite careful so she doesn’t find out that her older brother might be... quite skilled in bed, and Phoebe’s first intimate experience should be an unforgettable and pleasant one.)
When he finally moved lower and his lips touched the inside of her thighs, Phoebe arched her back.
Sohen pressed her thighs against the bed with his strong hands, not letting her move.
- (Me). "Lie still, Phoebe. I want... to feel every tremor of yours."
His tongue glided over her hot, damp skin — slowly, methodically, as if savoring the finest meal of his life.
Phoebe let out a quiet, drawn-out moan, her fingers clenching the sheets in a frantic grip.
Sohen felt a sharp, almost painful pleasure in her submission.
(First Mom, then Grandma, and this time Phoebe... they’re all so submissive that my animal instincts shut down my brain, and a kind of "system" seems to appear before my eyes, telling me only one thing... "Impregnate them, Sohen!")
He enjoyed bringing her to the brink and then stopping, making her wait, beg with her eyes.
He kept going for a long time — sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, playing with her body like a skilled musician plays the strings of a zither.
Every touch, every glide of his fingers or tongue was calculated to draw another quiet moan from her, another wave of trembling.
When the tension became unbearable, Sohen rose and... entered her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her body enveloped his massive, veiny cock, which could no longer hold back.
Phoebe just exhaled softly and wrapped her legs around him, surrendering completely to his rhythm.
(No blood... It seems my theory that someone had been with her in the past... is true. For some reason, this fact makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but who am I to judge anyone...)
He moved slowly, deeply, controlling every movement.
His hands never stopped touching her — sometimes squeezing her breasts, sometimes running along her neck, sometimes pinning her wrists to the bed.
Sohen felt a sadistic pleasure in seeing her lie passively beneath him, accepting everything he gave her.
- (Me). "Today... you’re mine, Phoebe."
He whispered in her ear, quickening his movements.
All Phoebe could do was moan softly as her body trembled beneath him, like lotus leaves on the surface of a lake in a strong wind.
- (Phoebe). "Sohen♡♡♡..."
(It’s time to show her that her older brother is better than anyone else...)
