My Pussy Changed While You Were Away (1)
Back in their room, Selma and Susan were at a loss for words. Their minds replayed the scene of their mother and Naru having sex over and over, their bodies heating up while they had no idea what to do about it. Even if they wanted to sleep, their minds were too alert for slumber to come.
With nothing to do, both sisters fiddled aimlessly with objects around the room as if they had tasks at hand—silently refolding clothes they'd already sorted, reopening books they'd already read...
The dicks of dead men I cleaned didn't feel like this... A living man's cock is so big and impressive... The skin looks so vibrant and full of life...
Susan jolted upright in a sudden panic.
"Oh, right—I haven't washed up yet. Hehe... I'll go do that quick."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Susan grabbed her underwear in a fluster and rushed out of the room.
Click.
As the door shut, Selma felt an inexplicable sense of release. Just moments ago, she'd had no clue what to do, but now a clear goal emerged. She slipped under the covers, peeled off her panties, and found her pussy already slick and wet.
"If I sleep like this, it'll leak all night."
She needed to relieve the tension to stop the flow. Pulling the blanket over her head, she slid a hand between her legs. The tight folds of her pussy met her touch.
"Haa... ha... mmph..."
She circled her clit slowly, stroking her labia with feather-light caresses. The restaurant girls had taught her how to masturbate—said it felt amazing. Practicing in secret at home had made her skilled; now she handled her pussy with expert ease.
"Nngh... haa...! Mmm... cock...!"
In her mind, Naru's dick plunged powerfully into her mother's pussy again and again. It was so striking, the perfect fuel for Selma's climax.
"Haaah...!"
Her moan carried faintly to the communal bath far down the hall.
"Aaah... nngh...!"
Susan, too, was fingering her sopping pussy in the tub. Naru's cock from earlier wouldn't leave her thoughts. It reminded her of handling dead men's dicks during cleanings, but she yearned to feel a live one in her hand.
"Aahn! Ah! Ahhngh!"
Her aroused body crested toward orgasm. Susan shuddered violently and slumped to the tub floor.
"Huff... huff... haa..."
Selma climaxed in the room too. She threw off the covers, panting roughly.
"Haa... haa..."
Finally, her chest settled. Sweet sleep seemed possible now.
Early morning. For the first time since arriving, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen—thanks to Selma rising at dawn to prepare breakfast.
"Dig in!"
"Thanks, looks great."
"Mister, my sister's an amazing cook. Eat up."
"Yeah, I'll let you know what I think."
Selma and Susan treated me just as before—cheerful, smiles brimming, eyes radiating goodwill.
They accept my relationship with their mom. Good.
But I caught occasional sneaky glances. They'd pretend to be busy while stealing looks at me. Whatever happened last night had clearly shifted something in the sisters.
Maybe they're scared of me? I should be extra nice.
Before heading out, I'd slip them some pocket money for pretty clothes.
After breakfast, I hurried to prepare for the adventure. Sophia and Jenia, my companions for the day, had already finished and waited in the living room.
"Nothing you're forgetting?"
"I'm all set."
"I didn't need to bring much, just some snacks."
"Okay."
I slung the neatly coiled Erkness Lasso over my body and turned to Ashley, who saw us off.
"Mind the house for two days. Get along with Selma and Susan."
"Yes, dear. Come back safe."
Ashley's worried gaze prompted Jenia to step forward.
"You're divorced, so 'dear' is off the table now, right? Why keep calling him that? You're just the maid."
Ashley faltered, at a loss—especially against my adoptive little sister. She slumped, face gloomy.
I clapped my hands.
"Enough. Let's go."
We rode to Thunderfield Guild. Familiar faces waited before the guildhall lined with majestic trees.
"Over here! Professor! Here! Professor!"
"You look different on a weekend!"
"Hmm, so this is what Naru wears adventuring. Stylish."
Angelina, Hazel, and Lydia—in adventurer gear—waved enthusiastically. Roahn and Rachel from Ode to Valor greeted me with smiles too.
"Hey."
"Where to today?"
"Wait here a sec. Sophia and I need to register inside."
Adventuring solo with Sophia before made this group outing feel like a picnic—exciting and lively.
"Chaotic, huh?"
"Yeah. But fun."
Sophia and I laughed as we entered. Inside, we split for our respective tasks—me as a guild member, her as a referred outsider.
In the office filling out expedition forms, a guild staffer dropped stunning news.
"The guild master's back."
"What? Oh, right—about time."
"You know? She's furious you haven't come to see her."
"Really?"
Two weeks away, and I'd forgotten. I rushed the paperwork and headed to the master's office.
"Sis! Heard you were back!"
Olivia's expression was icy from her desk. She glanced at my steadily walking legs, then fixed her slit eyes on me.
"Finally showing your face."
"Sorry, I didn't know."
"Oh, didn't know?"
"N-no, I mean... I didn't hear."
"No interest, you mean."
She continued bitterly.
"Shouldn't have made you my brother. No care if your sister's alive or dead. Right?"
"I was busy. You could've sent someone."
"Your address is still the old Laphone Family Estate."
"Oh yeah. Forgot to update it. Weird."
I scratched my head sheepishly.
Thunderfield Guild Master Olivia—thirty years old, but her peerless swordsmanship preserved her youthful eighteen-year-old looks. Porcelain-smooth skin, innocently pretty. But that was surface only. When those slit eyes opened wide, her terrifying true nature emerged, promising peril.
"It hurts. I cherish my brother, but he has no attachment to me or the guild."
"..."
Ugh... nothing to say.
I endured her scolding in silence.
"I even bought this for you."
Olivia pulled a box from under her desk, set it atop, and opened it. A glowing white isle inside.
My eyes widened.
"What's that?"
"Thought it'd help. But no point now. Should've come empty-handed."
"Sis! Thank you!"
I snatched and swallowed the isle gleefully. She snorted.
"Hmph. Like the gift, huh?"
"Of course!"
Gulp! It slid down my throat. My eyes flashed as the imprint burned into my mind.
Dick Contraception
Block sperm movement at will.
I can block sperm movement with my will...? No more carrying contraceptives—I can fuck worry-free!
The unexpected gift brought a grin to my face. But... sis buying this felt embarrassing. We were close like family, but not hand-holding close—no lewd jokes either. So this sex-related gift exchange was awkward.
I didn't pry why, though—too mortifying. Just accepted it.
"Thanks. I'll use it well."
"How'd your legs heal?"
Her tone stayed haughty, but curiosity lit her face. I spilled everything excitedly—she was the one person I could tell all to.
The bet with Vera I'd hidden even from her. Now over, I detailed it start to finish. Even Vera's mystical dick enhancements.
The fresh contraception isle gift loosened the mood for dirty talk.
"...Women's skin improves and powers strengthen from sharing your bed? Hmm..."
Olivia looked intrigued. Her gaze dropped to my crotch.
"Drop your pants. I want to study your semen."
"Huh? S-sis, that's..."
"Hurry. Gonna disappoint me again? Want me to treat you like a real man?"
Her voice brooked no argument.
"How'll you study it?"
"Masturbate and cum."
"No way. Can't jerk off in front of you."
"Embarrassed alone? Fine, I'll help. Handjob it is."
Whoa. What the hell? How'd it come to this?
Her insistence left no choice. I dropped my pants, exposing my dick.
"Hmm... my little brother's packing decent size."
"Don't stare. Scared I'll get hard."
"You need to for release. Like this—grab and stroke?"
"Ngh...!"
The sister I'd always admired touching my dick... it felt good.