Several minutes of awkward silence followed, during which neither sibling moved. Being the more sensitive one, Gwen slid off her brother's body, climbed off the bed, and ran to the washroom.
Ethan, who had been enjoying the blissful experience until then, remained motionless, savoring the last memories of Gwen's figure lying prone on him. Finally, the boy pulled up the covers and groaned with satisfaction. It was an awesome moment!
His sister returned a few minutes later, placed a folded object on the bedside table, and slid under the blanket silently. "I needed to pee…" she said with a soft giggle. "I spent too much time in the secret passage, and it doesn't have toilets…"
"Yeah, I figured… That's why you smell like rats…"
"I don't!" Gwen snapped back and punched him playfully under the blanket.
Ethan's bed was king-size, large enough for four grown men to sleep side by side. Right now, he was separated from his sister by the safe distance of a few feet.
"You said you were scared, lonely, and unable to sleep," the boy asked, trying to meet her eyes in the dark. "May I ask why?"
Gwen avoided his gaze and turned to her right side, facing away from him. "How could I sleep after witnessing how horribly Ivy treated you? Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with the bitch."
"Language… Anyway, why don't you stand up to her?"
"I'm not brave like you… The last time I complained about Ivy's behavior, she dragged me to her room, pulled down my pants, and spanked me!"
Ethan almost let out an audible groan. He would have loved to witness such a majestic cultural event between sisters. In fact, if the boy had a smartphone from Earth, he would have gladly recorded the event—one-handed. You know, for research purposes.
However, Ethan kept his thoughts to himself. "Yeah, Ivy is full of herself. Don't worry, I will domesticate her soon. Anyway, why did you say you were lonely and scared? Surely, as a Cromwell family member, you must be well-protected and quite popular in the academy?"
Fondel Academy was open to girls from the age of eleven. However, boys could enter only after sixteen. Velma had made the selfish decision not to let Ethan attend.
"Popular?" his sister snapped. "Sure! Just because I am a Cromwell, everyone expects me to be perfect! The pressure is too much!"
Ethan could understand now why Gwen was so desperate to have her breasts grow faster, even though she was already very gorgeous, even by fantasy world standards. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked abruptly.
"No, God, no! Only a few boys are in the academy, probably a dozen in a hundred. Most of them are sons of creepy nobles, taking after their fathers. They try to peep under my skirt or accidentally touch my butt. Disgusting!"
Ethan processed the information with newfound hope. Even though males were in the minority in Promiscua, culture had not declined. "What about your female friends? Besties? Buddies?"
Gwen sighed. "The girls in my class are worse than Ivy. There's Carina, who bullies me a lot, and her twin sister, Marina, who always steals. Before the holiday break, Marina stole my panties while I was in the washroom. I heard rumors she sold them to one of the noble boys for a high price! Can you imagine that?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow. Were there bigger perverts than him in Promiscua? How dare they steal his sister's panties? They belonged to him! The boy tried not to reveal his justified anger. "Maybe I'll visit the academy sometime and tighten the screw on your bullies."
Gwen giggled. "That would be fun, but never mind me. Ever since Mom allowed you your freedom, have you developed a fancy for any girls? Maybe someone among the elves?"
His sister's voice was upbeat and fun-sounding, but her words were laced with implied jealousy. Naturally, Ethan would not divulge he got a handjob from a young elf and titfucked the Constable. Even though he openly told Ivy about getting sexual relief from Elaine, he doubted Gwen actually knew what that meant.
"I… Uh… I've been quite busy and haven't really paid attention to the girls. Anyway, you didn't tell me why you were scared."
His sister paused for an elongated moment before responding. "Honestly, everything scares me these days—the idea of going back to the academy of bullies and panty-thieves. Even the premise of facing my bully sister inside Cromwell Castle is terrifying. I can't catch a break anywhere!"
"I am neither good at fighting nor magic!" she added sorrowfully. "I have no talent as a scholar or a bureaucrat! Just a useless member of a great family!"
Ethan opened his mouth to say comforting words, but Gwen cut him off. "By the way, I heard there was a dark nymph attack near the castle," she quickly changed gears, realizing the conversation was getting too personal. "I've seen artist renderings of the creature, and they are terrifying!"
Ethan was reminded of the dark nymph pretending to be a little girl. It almost chewed off his hand. "Do I scare you?"
Gwen chuckled, but there was no humor in her laughter. "I'm scared I'll lose you."
"Lose me? I don't understand."
"Well, we used to hang out a lot when we were kids. Now that you are a fertile adult male, you will have the attention and demand of princesses and female warriors from all over Promiscua. I'll be lost and forgotten in the crowd."
Ethan smiled to himself and felt like hugging his sister close. The girl clearly had no idea how good-looking she was.
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from all dangers within and without. As far as losing me is concerned, I give you my word that Gwen Cromwell will be my priority, as long as she doesn't stop loving me."
Gwen said nothing but shifted closer to her brother. She almost moved into a fetal position, cradled by Ethan's body. The two were almost spooning!
"Do you remember the last time we slept in the same bed?" she asked enthusiastically. Her bottom adjusted now and then, brushing against his groin.
"I'm trying to remember, but drawing a blank." Actually, Ethan had vague imprints of the past, which he could recall by stressing his memories. Right now, his mind was somewhere else.
"I'm talking about when Dad was alive," Gwen replied. "As little children, we used to play with toy swords and shields. My brother, Ethan Cromwell, wanted to be a warrior then. We used to roleplay Princess and the Dragon. You'd save me from a sand castle and lift me in your arms like a legendary hero."
"Yeah, I remember now," the boy replied with a snort. "You were light as a feather in those days."
He could not see Gwen but was confident she was pouting. "Light as a feather in those days? Does that mean I am fat now?"
Ethan shifted closer under the blanket so that their young, horny bodies finally spooned with complete physical contact. Ethan's face was right behind Gwen's head. He sniffed her hair and kissed her lightly on the neck.
"No. It means your body has changed now."
"Where has it changed…?" the girl asked with a giggle. She was ticklish on the neck.
Ethan gulped anxiously. He had to make the move. It was now or never. The boy slipped his hand under Gwen's armpit and cupped her breast. She was wearing a silken bra underneath her cotton top.
The touch made the girl gasp loudly, and a perceptible shiver ran through her body. However, she did not resist her brother's bold move.
"You have grown here…" Ethan whispered in her ear. A part of him was immensely relieved that she cooperated. It was like a long-term investment, finally yielding returns.
"There's barely anything there…" his sister replied with a pout. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"I'll have to investigate more to form an informed opinion," Ethan replied, squeezing her soft breast lightly. Her already aroused nipple poked against his palm. This time, Gwen grabbed his hand and forced him to let go.
"Stop it! Where else do you think my body changed?"
It was like the little sister was offering free tickets to her body's concert. Ethan slid his hand up to her waist and traced a rough path down her thigh. "Here… Definitely…"
"Do you like it though?" Gwen asked, biting her lip as her brother's fingers went past the shorts and brushed against the smooth, soft skin of her thighs.
"I love it… Your legs are perfect!"
"Where else?"
Ethan felt a mix of perplexity and excitement. Where was Gwen leading him tonight? Was the ultimate thing about to happen? Anyway, it was too late to wuss out. There was no point holding back. He had to continue the game and reach fruition!
Ethan did not let go of his sister's thigh. Instead, he tensed his hips and pushed against her ass, feeling the warm partition of her behind.
"The growth has been the most substantial here," the boy whispered into Gwen's ears.
"Mmhh…" she moaned, unable to form words with her lips anymore. The girl pushed back against him this time. Her shorts got dislocated, showing signs of a beautiful buttcrack. Wait, was she not wearing panties?
Ethan snapped out of the thought complex, realizing the duo had crossed a certain threshold. He had little experience with women, but this was clearly an active signal to proceed with the mission.
He kissed Gwen's neck and grinded against her butt in a sideways position. Within seconds, Ethan felt his dick harden. Naturally, it would trigger the Chaste Devil's Curse in three hours. But, honestly, to hell with the curse!
The boy would walk that bridge when he came to it. Besides, his sister readily offered her body with a free pass. Even if things eventually didn't get a happy ending, her ass was available for a dry hump or even a wet one.
"I feel something poking against me…" Gwen whimpered. "Is that your—"
"Yes, it is exactly what you think…" Ethan replied, rubbing against her more vigorously. "I'm sorry—"
"It's okay! I'm only surprised because it feels so much bigger than I imagined… Is a boy's thing supposed to be of that size? I could have easily mistaken it for a wooden sword poking me from behind…"
Her brother chuckled, teetering between arousal and humor. Ethan was well-endowed, thanks to the member engorgement pill he received from the system on his first day. "I assure you that's all me…"
"Can I see it?" Gwen asked suddenly. She was clearly aroused, but also wildly curious.
"Umm… Yeah, why not?"
The girl jumped off the bed and ignited the reading lamp, which illuminated the room dimly. The siblings could still barely see each other's faces, but up close, visibility was not so bad.
Gwen pulled back the covers and knelt beside Ethan. Her eyes widened on seeing the tent in his pants. The boy, on his end, felt his dick grow even more prominent, sensing that his sister was watching. The adventurous feelings were intense and overwhelming.
"Can I?"
"Go ahead…"
Gwen extended her hand and slipped her fingers under his boxers. She gently began to slide down the night pants. Ethan gulped nervously, knowing moments later, the Kraken would be unleashed. Was it really going to happen?
On Gwen's end, it would be the first time seeing a penis. Her brother could almost hear her hammering heart. It was too loud. How could a person's heart be so noisy and deafening? No, it was something else.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone was knocking at the bedroom door again.
If Ethan had fireball, lightning, or meteor skills, he'd make them rain down on the person outside. It was the best night of his life, and a bastard was out there ruining it for him!
Couldn't the boy catch a break for once? Just five minutes of sweet sister time was all he ever asked for!
Gwen was terrified, frozen in her kneeling position. Ethan wondered who the intruder was. Was it Donna, the corridor guard? If that was the case, Ethan swore he'd summon ghost hands, drag the woman inside, strip her, and show his sister what a real fuck looks like!
"Who is it?" the Cromwell heir called out angrily.
"It's Ivy, your sister, you moron!" was the stern reply. "Open up now!"