My Sister's Upper and Lower Lips
As soon as I sat down, Sophia rattled off a long list of preparations for the event to celebrate the new head of House Reinhardt, which would be held at the mansion in a few days.
"The Denver county has informed us that Count Luke is unwell, so his eldest son, Chad Denver, will attend in his place. Also, we've expanded the patrol range near the Rochefort farm as you requested, brother, so you can stop worrying about that. And the most important part—the food..."
Denver? I think that name was on the list Sophia gave me… and who the hell is Chad?
The string of words delivered in my sister's crisp, clear voice battered my ears until I let out a sigh without meaning to. It had only been half a year since I became Arwen, yet juggling the roles of nobleman and family head at the same time was proving far more exhausting than I'd expected.
"Haa..."
My indifferent groan must have grated on her nerves, because Sophia—who had been delivering her report without pause—suddenly stopped. She planted both hands on her hips like a teacher about to scold a student and began twitching her alluring silver eyebrows.
"Brother, are you spacing out right now? Some of us are out there getting cursed at for stealing other women's lovers just to help you!"
Her words boiled like a volcano on the verge of eruption. I quickly straightened my posture and waved both hands in front of my face.
"It's not like that at all. I was just feeling relieved..."
"Relieved?"
"Y-yeah. I was thinking how overwhelming it would be to handle all of this alone if I didn't have you, Sophia. Haha..."
At my awkward laugh, Masha—who stood behind Sophia—shook her head. Her expression seemed to say, Master, did you really think that pathetic act would work on her?
But then—
"Hmm, so you truly feel that way?"
Surprisingly, Sophia took a step back with a little nasal hum. Her cheeks were faintly flushed.
I didn't miss the opening. I offered her my gentlest smile and played along.
"Of course. Without you, Sophia, I wouldn't have lasted a single day in this position. You're the best. Absolutely adorable!"
"Hehe. In that case, you could yield to me right now and it wouldn't be a problem."
Only then did Sophia let out a satisfied little hum and lower the hands that had been planted so fiercely on her hips.
I've noticed it these past few days, but Sophia really is weak to praise.
Even a genius who'd grown up bathed in every kind of compliment might never tire of hearing them. Or perhaps sincere praise from a once-distant family member slipped through the cracks in her heart more easily. Whatever the reason, I wasn't about to waste the chance.
"You still have more to report, don't you? I'm ready to listen to every word, so don't worry."
"Ahem… Then I'll continue."
"Before you do, come here for a second."
Nothing heals a man's weary heart quite like a woman's gentle softness.
When I beckoned my sister into my arms, Sophia hesitated.
"Right here? No, I still have so much work left, and there's a baby in my belly..."
She stroked her abdomen with careful fingers. I smiled at her.
"I'm not planning anything lewd. We haven't even held hands lately because we've both been so busy. Can't you give your report while being held?"
"W-well, if that's what you want, brother..."
Sophia approached with clumsy, reluctant steps, yet her face was filled with a shy, happy smile. My stepsister pressed her soft back against my chest and nestled into my embrace.
Then she said, "It's been a while, so shouldn't you check if your sister's breasts are doing okay?"
"W-wait!"
Despite her flustered cry, my hands were already moving. I cupped my sister's breasts as she clung to me like a puppy in its owner's arms. The soft, heavy flesh filled my palms completely. Every time I squeezed, Sophia flinched against my chest.
"Hng♡ It's work time right now… What report? You were planning to do lewd things from the start, weren't you? You perverted brother♡"
"This isn't lewd—it's an inspection. And I'm listening to every word you say, so feel free to continue."
While teasing her, I slipped my hand inside her clothes. The sticky warmth of her bare breast clung to my palm, and between the soft mounds, a hardened peak had risen.
"Looks like it feels good for you too, Sophia. Your nipples are standing up stiff like a boy's."
"Hng♡ Why are you comparing your sister's nipples to… Ahn♡"
I gently rolled both of her erect nipples between my fingers. Sophia twisted her legs in my lap, her wriggling bottom—whether on purpose or not—sandwiching and rubbing against my cock between her cheeks. Even through my pants, the soft, plush sensation was vivid.
"Haan♡ How am I supposed to give a report like this… Hic♡"
"You'd better hurry. I'm going to keep playing with you until the report is finished."
Under the relentless caresses, Sophia finally opened her mouth again.
"Hng♡ The wine is—hic—from the Provence territory… Hngk♡"
"The Provence family? Where Jericho is?"
According to the rumors, after dropping out of the academy, Jericho had shut himself away in a remote villa with only his biological mother for company. The world wondered why he'd vanished so suddenly, but knowing the truth, I could easily imagine what was happening in that villa. The madman who could only become aroused by women of his own bloodline was probably entangled with his own mother. I hadn't expected Lady Lisandra to willingly take on the role of satisfying her son's lust, though.
It made sense now why the head of Provence had suffered a mental breakdown.
In the end, he succeeded in becoming intimate with the mother he loved. He must be happy. Congratulations, Jericho.
While I was picturing Jericho passionately entwined with his mother, Sophia answered with a trembling flinch of her shoulders.
"Yes. The head seems to have lost his mind lately, but the wine from Provence territory is still… the best. Hnng♡"
"Isn't it just eating, drinking, and enjoying? Does it really need to be this complicated?"
"This isn't a simple party… Hic♡ It's an important event for the northern nobles to see our faces, so please take it a little more seriously… Hnng? N-not my pussy♡"
"Of course I'm going to. Now I need to properly inspect the lower half as well."
While still fondling her breasts, I slid my hand into her underwear. A sharp moan tore from Sophia's lips.
"Hnnng♡ That place hasn't been touched in so long… Please go slower♡"
Sophia's pussy, welcoming a visitor after so long, sucked greedily on my index finger like a child sucking on candy. The tight, hot walls clenched around it.
"Does brother's finger taste that good? Your lower mouth won't let go."
I gently scraped the twitching inner walls with my knuckle. Lewd, wet sounds gushed from between her legs. Every time I curled my finger, her waist jerked, and the soft ass pressing down on my cock trembled.
"Haaang♡ It feels so good when you finger me, brother♡ Deeper… just a little deeper♡"
Her body had grown completely hot from the long-awaited caresses. She rubbed her thighs against mine like a female in heat, then used the nail of her index finger to gently scratch the bulge in my pants.
Her pussy twitched as if it wanted to swallow me to the root, but—
"Unfortunately, I can't go any deeper here. Instead, I'll make the other side feel good."
"Haan♡ Th-the other side?"
I waved at Masha, who had been watching Sophia with envious eyes from a distance. At her master's command, she hurried over.
"Did you call for me, Master?"
"Yes. It seems my sister wants more intense pleasure. Can you help?"
"Of course, Master."
Masha bowed politely to us, then knelt in front of the chair and said,
"Please excuse me for a moment, Lady Sophia."
"What are you—hng?"
Masha didn't miss the chance while Sophia was limp and close to climax. In one swift motion, she pulled down Sophia's pants. The fabric, soaked with love juices, came away to reveal my sister's firm yet supple lower body. Below her pubic mound, only the glistening, dew-covered pubic hair hid her most private skin.
With practiced hands, Masha folded the pants neatly and set them aside, then buried her face between Sophia's legs where the wet sounds continued to flow.
"Slurp♡ How does it feel, Lady Sophia? It feels good, doesn't it?"
Her tongue flicked like a fish out of water as she began sucking on the other hole beneath Sophia's pussy. She must have coated it with plenty of saliva, because the sounds coming from Sophia's anus were just as obscene as those from her pussy.
Sophia, experiencing someone sucking on that smooth, hidden hole for the first time, let out a scream-like moan.
"Kyaaak♡ S-stop, Masha… That place isn't for putting things in♡ And you're a woman—hng♡..."
"Don't worry, Sophia. Masha doesn't have a single selfish motive. She's simply obeying my orders and serving you. Isn't that right, Masha?"
"Exactly, Master. Following your commands is Masha's greatest joy. Slurp♡"
Masha answered while keeping her face buried between Sophia's cheeks, kneading the trembling flesh.
She really doesn't have any selfish desires, right?
For a moment I recalled how, before becoming my sex slave, Masha used to masturbate with Isabel's panties in her mouth. The current sight was almost as intense as a man lusting after a woman, and a flicker of suspicion rose—but it quickly faded.
"Master♡ Master's command♡"
Even while licking Sophia's anus, Masha's eyes never left me.
"Hnnng♡ I can't hold it♡ My head feels like it's spinning out of control♡"
Attacked from both holes at once, Sophia reached her climax quickly. Her toes curled tightly as if cramping, and she begged,
"Suck it with your tongue♡ Just like Masha is sucking my bottom hole, brother, please suck Sophia's upper hole too♡"
She turned her head and licked my lips. I caught her eager, flicking tongue and pulled it into my mouth. Sophia's tongue tangled with everything inside—my palate, gums, and tongue—without restraint. My entire mouth was coated in her saliva.
With our tongues still entwined, she cried out in climax.
"Hngg♡ I'm coming, brother… Hup—I'm coming from being sucked by both you and aunt♡"
The moment she grabbed my thigh tightly, the ass flesh pressed against my cock convulsed. Masha, whose tongue was buried in Sophia's rear, ended up with her face covered in Sophia's juices.
"Puhaa… Are you satisfied, Lady Sophia?"
Masha took a deep breath, stood up with a proud smile, and a thick, viscous mixture of Sophia's love juices and her own saliva dripped from her tongue.
"Good work, Masha. As a reward, it looks like I'll have to do today's lunch exercise with you."
"Th-thank you, Master♡ I'll loosen my pussy right away so you can thrust inside whenever you wish."
"No, you don't have to go that far..."
I stopped Masha as she tried to reach into her own pants. At that moment, Sophia, who had been panting in my arms from the afterglow, finally came back to her senses.
"Thank you? Like hell… Is the position of family head a game to you, brother?"
Her face bright red, Sophia pulled away from my embrace. For the next five minutes, I endured a storm of scolding fiercer than any nagging I'd ever received.
Once she'd said everything she wanted to say, Sophia let out a refreshed smile.
"You always make me nag like this. And because of you and Masha, I almost forgot to mention the most important thing."
I was stunned that there were still more preparations left and asked,
"The most important thing? Are there still things left to prepare for the ceremony?"
Sophia shook her head as if that wasn't the answer.
If it's not about the ceremony, then what?
Before I could even guess, Sophia went straight to the point. The atmosphere before she spoke felt strangely heavy compared to before—it clearly wasn't a light topic.
She lowered her voice, as if conscious of anyone who might be listening.
"Last night, a letter arrived at the mansion addressed to me."
"To you, Sophia?"
"Yes. And the sender was..."
Sophia paused and swallowed once. Then, with eyes full of both worry and resolve, she continued.
"Tania Ingrid."