Sitting on her side he heard her low breathing as she is in deep sleep.
His aide reported that Aillenne had been sleeping way past her usual sleeping time as she had to pay more attention to some of her lacking point which may be a flaw when she go to the palace.
He didn't knew that going to the palace required such strict requirements. He often visited the place, but such thing never happened. He somehow felt pity for his sister.
The winds blew and a few strands of Aillenne's hair tickled his cheek. Her hair is so smooth and silky, the color is so nice and fits her small and delicate body.
He wanted to touch his sister but he have to make sure that no one sees his actions.
With the body incorporated to slowly reach the level of swordmaster, Derrick was able to check the surrounding area and know if is someone glancing at their place. Feeling there were none, Derrick became bold.
Picking up some strands of her hair, he brought it to his lips and kissed it affectionately. He fiddled the smooth and shiny thing by his finger and smoothing the already smooth strands out.
He went further and smelled her fragrant hair which had an effect like aphrodisiac. It is so alluring and good. It made his insides go crazy.
His sister is so small despite being thirteen this year. Her body is small and delicate which resembles a cute doll. She had a milky white skin, pink cheeks, red lips, long hair and lashes covering her jewel like eyes.
Her dimples looked cute when she seldom smiles. Her fingers were cute, her arms were small, her feet and legs too.
But her aura is very different. It made a person look back and wonder what made her so different and mature. Aillenne, before coming back to life, never had that kind of aura.
He watched her more until his eyes landed on her slender neck. Her neck was bare and enticing. He swallowed hard as he felt his throat became parched. He bent then licked lightly her skin to satisfy his craving.
As his hand wandered, it reached the hem of her dress then slowly lifted it up to her leg, revealing her milky white skin. He touched it slowly while being cautious of making his sister awake.
It gave him the sense of thrill. He wanted more, but he's afraid of the outcome. He kissed and licked her neck longer this time. Aillenne unconsciously moaned.
"Hnnnngh..."
"Aillenne, I want to do what father did to mother. I know I always wanted it the moment I first saw them doing it. I never thought time would come that I would want to do these things to you."
"Hmmm..."
"I know you'll want it too."
He whispered to her small ears. He moved his hand again reaching her inner thighs and felt her body heat.
He felt good, extremely good. There's no words to describe what he's feeling. He could feel his pants have a tent.
He had an arousal.
He was aroused.
And it was caused by her sister.
"Look at your brother's pants Aillenne, the flesh wanted to come out and connect with your flesh. You want it too, right?"
He wanted to bring his flesh out and masturbate in front of his sister, but he thought otherwise.
"Ahh...I always wanted to do those things to you. You know, when you were five, I already liked your appearance. But I blatantly denied my feelings because I myself is disgusted."
"But now, I don't care anymore. I always have you in my mind, wriggling and writhing under pleasure."
He withdrew and smelled his hand. It had Aillenne's unique scent. He dipped then kissed his sister's lips for a moment he felt indescribable feeling just like when she touched it previously.
His tent is bulging in an obvious size and he felt exploding.
He then tidied her up and Derrick went back to his room to vent his desire, leaving Aillenne still sleeping like a log.