A Night as Magical as Juliet's
I already knew there was nothing but bare skin under my sister's negligee.
Which made it that much harder to look.
If I stared, I might do something I couldn't take back.
"…Adrian."
My sister's hand grabbed my wrist.
Gently pulling it under the negligee she'd lifted.
A memory flashed—sliding my hand under Kiara's nightgown.
Would I find that same drenched slit, slick with arousal?
My body tensed in anticipation—but the texture that met my fingers was nothing like a pussy soaked in excitement.
Smooth, no crack or crease, just soft... slightly sticky from sweat.
It took only moments of probing that yielding flesh to realize what I was poking.
Her lower belly. Dead center.
"……Hngh…."
Last time, she'd sworn it wasn't a sexual weak spot.
Yet here she was, moaning like a kitten at the pressure.
"Haa…."
Rubbing instead of pressing got the same reaction.
I was barely grazing it, careful not to leave any marks or jolts inside.
"Ngh, kyaa……."
My sister reacted as if I were fingering her pussy, just from teasing her belly.
It made me wonder if everything I thought I knew about her was a lie.
"Sis."
She didn't respond.
Avoiding my eyes, staring at my stomach instead, panting like mad.
"…Sis?"
The hand that had guided mine to her belly now pushed my arm away.
Breaking the contact with a thud.
Before I could ask why, her words tumbled out faster.
"……Embarrassing."
"…What?"
"It's embarrassing…."
I was too stunned to speak.
So she thought this wasn't embarrassing?
How the hell was fooling around like this between siblings not mortifying?
Even if we weren't related, it'd be shameful.
She was the one who'd decided to do this.
"…Hold on."
She pushed me back a step and slowly turned around.
Dropping the negligee she'd hiked up. The hem bunched at her waist, exposing the plump bare cheeks of her ass.
I fought the instinct to grab them.
One wrong move, and I'd cross the line for real.
"…There, happy— Ngh?!"
To shut down any wandering thoughts, I yanked her into a hug from behind.
She startled, squirming in resistance, but it was pointless.
She'd never worked out; our builds weren't even close.
She gave up fast, helpless against my arms locked around her.
I pulled her flush against me.
Her wingbones pressing into my chest.
Every breath she took rippling through my body.
It all proved I was hyper-aware of her—every inch.
Blissful enough that if the world froze forever like this, I'd have no regrets.
Her overheated body melted against mine in seconds, face flushed with fever.
"Ngh, ah…."
Stroking her lower belly while hugging her from behind, her body went limp, dragged by my touch.
Rub, poke to tease her womb, rub again.
I didn't know if this was what she wanted, but I sure as hell wasn't giving up that addictive softness.
"Ah… Adrian……."
"…Yeah. Sis."
"Not… like this……."
"…."
No way she wanted me to fuck her. Right?
Thinking what else she could mean, a passage from the book popped into my head.
Then this had to be it.
"Sis."
"…Yeah."
Her voice ready, expectant.
I lifted my hand from her belly—
Smack—
—and slapped her lower belly with my palm.
"Ow?!"
Her sultry moan snapped back to her normal voice.
The flush faded slightly as she twisted to glare at me.
"……You said you'd do it."
"I did."
"…Not like this. Just punch it—"
Smack—
I slapped her belly again before she could finish, rapid-fire.
No real force, just noise—probably felt like tingles on her skin.
This wasn't what she craved.
"For real…, you…."
"…."
Of course, I wasn't planning to stop there.
Just pressing my fingers deep into her belly—
"If you're gonna do that, don't even— Nngh……."
Like flipping some hidden female pleasure switch, she lost her words in ecstasy.
Slap her belly, and teary eyes glared back.
"…No mood."
"You wanna get in the mood with me?"
"……."
"Even I'm not feeling it, smacking you like this."
Smack smack—
"Your belly's too damn squishy."
Light taps, and her glare sharpened fiercely.
Though pressing deep flipped that switch again.
"Nghk……."
"…Sis."
"Kii, ngh… yeah……?"
"Tell me where it feels good, and I'll do exactly what you want."
"R-Really…?"
"Yeah. So."
Press—
"Hyah…."
"Be honest. Just this once."
"…N-Nghh……."
No matter how sensitive my touch, I couldn't map her insides perfectly.
Anatomy-wise, the bladder sat outside the womb.
Pressing would hit bladder more than womb sometimes.
…But that wasn't the point.
If she could really cum from belly play, why not indulge?
"Th-The lower… b-bellyyy……. Too, ngh……."
I vibrated my fingers slowly over the spot, listening.
"N-Nghh……. The pee… urge spot…."
"You know where."
"Baby… m-making… ahh, spot……."
My hand slid slowly downward from her belly.
"Th-There…. N-Ngh, f-finger… hole……."
"…."
"Ah. I-I mean that… y-you can't—"
"You know."
"…D-Don't knooow……."
"I said be honest."
"F-For real……!"
"You read the book. What do they call it?"
My hand drifted from her belly to her slit.
This world's women seemed hairless; smooth skin led to slick wetness on my fingertips.
Then the extra-soft nub—I knew exactly what it was.
"P-Pussyyy……."
"That's it?"
"…A-And…."
"More specific?"
"……."
"The book lists plenty."
Palm sweeping her belly to share my heat, while—
—I rubbed the swollen nub at her slit.
"Nya?!"
Her hips bucked; I clamped her tight.
"Ah, ngh……. Adrian……."
"What?"
"T-Touching it…."
Regrettable that she felt my raging hard-on by accident.
But I wanted her focused on my hands.
Petty clit torture for emphasis.
"Kyih?!"
"Say it—what's this?"
"C-Clit……."
"And?"
"H-Hole…! Ah, ngh……."
"…More?"
"Dooon't knooow… ahh…."
Watching her break under torment.
If my cock wasn't throbbing harder, hotter than ever, I'd be lying.
…But I couldn't let her feel everything yet.
"…Haa, haa……."
I slid my pussy-stroking hand up her thigh and away.
Fingers drenched from her juices.
"……."
Holding them to my eye level, her reaction was honest.
Gulp—
Staring at the fingers that teased her, swallowing hard, unable to hide her arousal.
Maybe the cutest I'd ever seen her.
"…Ngh?"
I nipped her ear.
"Yaa……. Hurts…!"
Had to, or I'd lose it.
If she kept tempting me, I'd pin her down resistance be damned.
Fear of taboo sin? All I craved was devouring her with every sense.
"N-Nghh…. Pervert……."
"…."
Releasing her ear, I buried my face in her nape.
Savoring the sweat-slick scent from our foreplay, then bit the sweet skin.
Not too hard this time—no yelp, not even a whimper.
"You taste that good…?"
"……."
"What feels so— Mmph…."
A weird thought hit.
Was she saying this stuff on purpose? To make me snap and ravage her.
Erection baiting, promises be damned.
No way I'd cross that line—I shoved my teasing fingers into her mouth.
"Churp…. Haa, ahmm……. Nghh……."
Teeth off her nape revealed clear bite marks on pale skin.
Would she remember me by this?
Maybe leave a longer-lasting bruise.
Primal urge guiding my lips back to—
"……Ngh."
—a fresh hickey blooming vivid.
"Hurts……."
"……Sorry."
"Only sorry now… don't…."
"…."
Nothing to say.
I withdrew my saliva-soaked fingers, poking her navel.
Sliding down to her belly again.
A gentle hand stroking my hair as I nuzzled her nape made me lift my head.
"……Adrian."
"…."
"…Really, can't…?"
"Sis."
"……."
"You want my last memory of you to be you cumming from womb play?"
"……."
She shook her head slowly, silent.
We'd started this to leave clear memories.
Maybe too pleasure-focused.
…Didn't wanna think that—I crushed her belly hard.
"Hyaaak……!"
"…Sis."
"Wh-Why…?"
"One chance."
"Chance……?"
I lifted my pressing hand, balling it into a fist.
"I won't do a thing. Do what you want."
"……."
Her eyes glued to my fist.
Nudging her ass with my thigh urged her forward.
She inched out—
Thud.
—barely brushing my fist.
No real pressure, no sensation.
But….
"——!"
She twitched, pressing against it repeatedly.
Her womb heaving on its own, grazing then pulling back—barely touching.
More intense than my punches.
"…You okay, sis?"
Checking her face—dazed, drooling.
"D-Dunnooo…. Jus', imagining it… was allll……."
"…Haha."
"Dooon't lau— Ngh?!"
Thud—
I slammed my fist into her belly for real.
"——!"
Just ragged exhales, no inhales.
Worried she'd pass out from intensity, but—
Squish, squish, crush—
—I ground deeper, kneading her belly wildly.
"Hya, aaak…?! A-Adrian……!"
She grabbed my fist desperately, trembling.
"I-I'm, hyaaah…. Gonna breakkk?!"
No stopping now—she couldn't fight it.
I just wanted her honest in pleasure.
Let it all out, everything she could.
If she just released freely….
"Ah, greeeh??!"
Pssht— shhh…….
…….
She poured out every last drop of ecstasy.
Limp, utterly spent, barely twitching with aftershocks and breaths.
"…Hngh……."
Savoring the afterglow in silence.
I eased my hand from her womb, stroking her hair.
She accepted it meekly.
…But I didn't want this quiet.
"……You good?"
"……."
Her shallow breaths hitched bigger.
"…Doing this and asking if I'm okay… you're evil."
"……."
Tempted to crush her belly again, but I shoved it down.
She steadied her breathing, gathering the afterglow.
"Come back for sure."
"…."
"You said it—don't you want your last memory of me to be womb orgasms?"
"……."
"I don't want your last of me to be making me cum from my womb either……."
"…Sis."
"Yeah?"
"…When I get back, one more time."
"……Ha."
She turned slowly, gazing at me.
Sweat and drool matting her hair to her face.
Those emerald eyes locking on mine.
The thought that I might never see it again froze me.
She pulled my head to her chest casually.
"You'd go to the capital even if I said no, right?"
"……."
Feeling her soft tits against my face, I nodded into her embrace.
"When'd you grow up so much……."
"…."
"Feels like I haven't even yet…."
…….
She fell silent after that.
When I tried to slip out, she was already asleep.
Something I'd wanted to say flickered, but her peaceful face made me bury it.
Couldn't cover up with sheets soaked in her juices anyway.
I endured the cold night air with her body heat.
Thus ended my last night in the Vallancien Territory.
The next day, before she woke, I boarded the carriage to the capital.