Will You Put It In Me First?
The pretty face of Cordelia, who had just heard the entire story, twisted with bewilderment. Moisture began to pool near her trembling eyes. She muttered to herself how pathetic she was for knowing nothing at all. At the same time, the weight of discovering the ugly truth hidden behind her family’s facade made her head drop heavily.
Tears rolled down her flushed, snow-white cheeks and fell in droplets onto her thighs. Then, suddenly, Cordelia lifted her head and asked with a sorrowful gaze.
“...Was sleeping with me also for that reason? To turn me into Brother Valery’s side, just like Aunt Masha?”
It was only natural for Cordelia to have such doubts. After all, half the blood flowing through her veins belonged to the Valery family that had tried to kill me. On top of that, after hearing why I had trained Masha, her heart must have been even more anxious.
The hand Cordelia held out while waiting for my answer was shaking. I placed my hand over her trembling one and shook my head firmly.
“That’s not it. I knew from the very beginning that you had nothing to do with the assassination attempt against me.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. The reason I mixed my body with you was purely my personal desire to make you my woman. So there’s no need to doubt my heart.”
“I see… That’s a relief…”
I had honestly admitted it to her—that I was a pathetic older brother who harbored lust for his little sister. But strangely, Cordelia seemed more at ease because of the sincerity within that filthy confession. She let out a shaky breath and leaned her head against my chest. I slowly stroked her rich golden hair.
Emilia murmured, “The bond between siblings really is beautiful,” as she locked the door with a click. Then, watching the brother and sister once again confirming the strength of their love, she asked,
“So, Lady Cordelia, what do you plan to do from now on?”
“W-what do you mean…?”
Emilia asked again with an expression that said, You already know, don’t you?
“I mean your mother Isabel and your older sister Sophia.”
Whether she would participate or not. Whether she would cooperate in Arwen training Isabel and Sophia or not. Cordelia now faced a choice as agonizing as “to be or not to be.”
After a moment of continued anguish, Cordelia’s lips finally moved.
“I’ll cooperate with Brother… I’m sorry to Mother and Sister, but…”
“Are you sure that’s okay, Cordelia?”
I hadn’t expected to win her cooperation so easily. Emilia seemed to feel the same, because she was sending Cordelia a doubtful look. No matter how much she had already crossed the line of incest with her brother, agreeing to help her half-brother sexually corrupt her own mother and older sister was an utterly depraved plan.
Cordelia nodded.
“Yes. No matter how much we’re family, I can’t forgive Mother and Sister for trying to harm Brother. If we leave them to act however they want, our family will be torn apart.”
Rather than letting the framework of family shatter, she would choose the abnormal method of incestuous training to keep everyone tied together. It was a somewhat irrational obsession with family, but whatever her reason, it didn’t matter to me. If Cordelia’s choice increased the odds of my victory, that was enough.
“Besides, those two will definitely come to love Brother’s cock too, right?”
Having firmly made up her mind, Cordelia had returned to her usual relaxed demeanor. She playfully poked my crotch with her finger and flashed a mischievous smile.
At that moment, Emilia cleared her throat to get our attention.
“I understand Lady Cordelia’s thoughts, but shouldn’t the two of you separate a little now?”
Emilia’s face openly showed her discomfort toward the woman clinging to her lover—even if that woman happened to be her lover’s younger sister. Though the real issue was that this wasn’t an ordinary sister, but one who had already shared a man-and-woman relationship with her brother.
But Cordelia didn’t let go. Instead, she hugged me even tighter. My elbow sank deep between her ample breasts.
“Why? I’m sorry to you, Professor Emilia, but Brother and I were planning to confirm our love again right now. Since it looks like we’ve already missed the opening ceremony anyway.”
Cordelia declared we would have sex without even asking my opinion. But Emilia wasn’t about to back down either.
“Judging by the amount of semen splattered on the bed and floor, it seems Arwen ejaculated inside you about twelve times, Lady Cordelia?”
“...How do you even know that?”
Cordelia’s brow furrowed at Emilia’s precise count. Come to think of it, I had stopped counting halfway through, but it seemed Cordelia had been carefully tallying every single time her brother came inside her. That was somehow a little scary.
Emilia gave Cordelia a triumphant smirk, like a winner on the first-place podium looking down at second place.
“Hehe. Do you know how many times Arwen and I have slept together since we met? During the time you were staying at the mansion, that is. Even if you used all your fingers for half a day, you still wouldn’t be able to count them all.”
It was a provocation that essentially said, While you were falling asleep alone and lonely in your bed every night at the mansion, I was sweetly intertwining my body with the man I love. A simple taunt, but it worked perfectly on Cordelia. I could tell because her arm wrapped around me tightened painfully. I didn’t even dare look at her face.
Then Cordelia immediately counterattacked.
“Hmph, it doesn’t matter. We promised to share a room for the next five days anyway. We’ll just make up for all the time we were apart with that much hotter love.”
Her attack carried the clear meaning: I’m going to share passionate love with your man for five whole days, so don’t interfere.
“Share a room? Don’t tell me Arwen agreed to that too?”
At Cordelia’s cohabitation strike, Emilia turned her arrow toward me, who had been quietly sitting there. Since I knew this was all my own doing, my voice trembled under her interrogation.
“W-well, Cordelia said she hadn’t prepared a room, so…”
“Even so, if Sophia or anyone else finds out…”
“Heee, is that really all you’re worried about, Professor Emilia? Or are you actually worried that I’ll monopolize Brother?”
“Kgh… Hmph. The younger sister is quite bold.”
“Hehe. So are you, Professor Emilia.”
Sparks seemed to fly from the glares the two women exchanged. I thought I had mediated well, but the moment I let my guard down, they were right back at it. I couldn’t exactly blame them. It was a fateful battle of pride between women fighting over a single man.
Still, now wasn’t the time. We couldn’t afford any discord until I had successfully conquered Sophia.
“Enough. The three of us are comrades now, aren’t we? Do you think we can achieve our goal by fighting like this?”
At my scolding, the two women quieted down, but the battle of wills between them was far from over. In the end, I had to offer a method to improve their relationship—the same 3P tactic I had used with Raibel and Masha to foster harmony.
“Both Emilia and Cordelia are precious to me, without exception. I’ll prove it to you right now.”
I stripped off the clothes I had just put on again, trying to look as dignified and serious as possible. Both Cordelia and Emilia stared at me blankly, as if wondering what the hell I was doing.
The first to speak was Emilia.
“Prove it…? You mean the three of us should roll around together on this narrow bed right here?”
Emilia pointed at the bed with an incredulous expression.
“Heee, so Professor Emilia doesn’t like the idea? I’m totally fine with it, Brother.”
While Emilia hesitated, caught between incestuous sibling relations, Cordelia happily began taking off her clothes. This time she even stripped off her stockings in the blink of an eye. Her undressing was far more persuasive than any words could have been.
“I-I didn’t say I hated it!”
Emilia answered in a heated voice, provoked by her rival’s taunt. She grabbed the hem of her robe, pulled it off, and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. In the end, both Emilia and Cordelia stood there completely naked in perfect harmony.
Their bodies, as if born to satisfy a male, delighted my eyes. Breasts so massive they swayed like water balloons with the slightest movement. Hips that jutted out sharply. Even their fidgeting toes and fingers. Every tiny gesture from the two women stimulated my lust.
If there was a heaven that God sent in pity after a kind-hearted virgin died, this had to be it.
At that moment, Cordelia, who had undressed first, quickly lay down sideways on the bed and spread her legs in a wide Y-shape. Thick, cloudy semen that hadn’t been fully cleaned out flowed from her pussy.
“Brother, you’re obviously going to taste your cute little sister’s pussy first, right? Hmm?”
Cordelia asked while eagerly rubbing her own slick hole with her slender fingers.
Of course, Emilia wasn’t about to just watch quietly.
“Could you move aside for a moment?”
Emilia pushed her way onto the bed as if shoving Cordelia out of the way. Cordelia’s face twisted in displeasure as she was pushed aside with a “What?!” Emilia got down on all fours right beside her like a cat. Then she pressed her chest flat against the bed and raised her ass high.
Two holes, perfectly sized for my cock, twitched obscenely.
“You’re not thinking of leaving Arwen’s exclusive pussy and asshole lonely, are you? Unlike your little sister, both of my holes are perfectly fine, so won’t you put it in me first?”
Emilia spoke while gently wiggling her plump, fleshy ass. When lined up side by side, Emilia’s pelvis and breasts won by a narrow margin. They say the known taste is the most dangerous—her overwhelming, addictive body that never got old no matter how many dozens of times you enjoyed it made my cock twitch the instant I saw her naked form.
Of course, Cordelia’s charm was in no way inferior. She possessed a perfect hourglass figure that looked exactly like a young Isabel from the portrait hanging in the mansion’s office.
Because Cordelia and Emilia each boasted such different charms, I couldn’t easily make a decision. It wasn’t that I was particularly indecisive—any man in my position would surely agonize over the same choice.
I stood there dumbly in front of the two women who were waiting for my decision. Each second felt like a year. I wondered if this was how Solomon felt when the two women both claimed to be the baby’s mother.
In the end, while I couldn’t claim to be making a Solomon-level judgment, I chose the fairest method my limited brain could come up with.
“...Sorry, I really can’t choose. So let’s decide fairly with a blowjob contest.”
“Blowjob?” both voices cried out at the same time.
“That’s right. The one who makes me feel better wins.”
The winner would receive the honor of tasting my cock first… Well, maybe “honor” isn’t the right word. Either way, the victor would at least be able to preserve the pride of being chosen before her rival.