Ethan regretted cursing the gods of Promiscua last time. They did mess with him on several instances but occasionally showered him with rare lewd opportunities. Having had two inconsequential evenings, the boy had begun to doubt his popular phase. Gwen coming to his bedroom and Ivy getting stuck in his closet were vivid examples of the gods' divine generosity.
Now that Ethan really thought about it, part of him secretly wished his sisters would come to comfort him. Wasn't the latter their duty as siblings? Family therapy? The evenings had indeed been lonely, and so had the nights. Family compensation was due.
"Why are you silent?" Ivy's voice snapped the boy out of his internal monologue.
"I don't know what to do…" came the delirious reply.
Actually, Ethan was savoring the moment, committing the glorious scene to memory. On Earth, sisters getting stuck in the laundry machines or the kitchen sinks were time-tested plots of low-budget porn. He hadn't expected he'd get such a treat on Promiscua.
"Ethan!" Ivy snapped. "Stop standing there like an idiot and pull me out!"
Brat sisters were also a popular sub-genre in cultural erotica. Ethan shook his head, flared his nostrils, and wiped drool from the corner of his lips. He cracked his knuckles and said, "Sorry, I'll help you out right away!"
His first concern was lighting. The walk-in dark closet was not exactly studio-illuminated. Ethan brought lamps from his supply cabinet and hung them from hooks. He placed a few on the floor for 360-degree lighting.
"What are you doing?" Ivy demanded. "What's taking so much time?"
"It was so dark in here. I just got a few lamps so I wouldn't stumble and fall over you."
"Fine. Just hurry up!"
Now that the studio was ready, Ethan knelt slowly, his eyes closing in on Ivy's upholstered behind.
The secret tunnel was about a foot above the floor, so the stuck girl was also kneeling. Her head and shoulders were inside the hole, while the rest of the body was outside in a cat's pose.
"I'm starting to panic!" Ivy's muffled voice called out. She wriggled and struggled in vain.
"Stay still! Let me see the problem closely." Ethan held a bright lamp over his sister's body, admiring it with greater detail. He positioned himself right behind her.
Usually, when Ivy was upright, the boy judged her butt not as remarkable as the rest of her attractive parts. Her cheeks were tight, but not as bubbly as Gwen's. And the Cromwell heir preferred his asses bubbly.
It was a fair distinction since Ivy was half a foot taller than her little sister. She was a loud firecracker, while Gwen was a bright sparkler. Both kinds were worth celebrating, though.
Now that Ivy was bent over on her knees and elbows, Ethan was forced to change his mind about preferences. The girl's hips were spread and thrust up, displaying the veritable mass in her fruit-shaped butt. The rise of the hidden bubble!
"Are you okay?" Ethan asked, masking the arousal in his voice. "Is your head stuck as well?"
"No, my shoulders got lodged against a protruding brick when I tried to crawl back at an odd angle. It was so stupid of me! Now stop asking questions and pull me out!"
Her brother's eager hands slowly approached her, landing a few inches over her shorts by the waist. Ivy flinched for a second as his cold hands touched bare skin.
The girl wore a loose shirt that belonged to Ethan. In the present position, the hem hung loose, offering him a generous display of her braless underboob. A better view could be seen if he could bring the lamp closer. That would be a risky venture, though.
Ethan slowly brought his hands down to Ivy's hips, getting a grip on the beautiful pelvic bones. Her love handles were well-toned, and there wasn't even an inch of fat all around.
Ivy gasped as her brother's fingers wrapped around tightly, pulling her frame back. The relief was immediate, dislodging the stuck shoulders. Her butt moved back and slammed against his crotch.
Ethan let out an imperceptible groan as his boxers failed to prevent a direct collision. The boy's dick almost lined up perfectly in the partition of his sister's ass.
"I'm free!" Ivy exclaimed, still half inside the tunnel. However, the relief was temporary. "Wait! My hands are stuck somewhere!"
Unbeknownst to the girl, Ethan smirked an evil grin from behind. Why should he play the role of a benevolent brother, while Ivy always acted like an entitled bitch? It would be unfair and even unnatural not to exploit her in the present situation.
Ivy did get released from the protruding tunnel bricks. However, she was immediately caught by an enormous hand—a ghost hand, to be accurate. Ethan shamelessly burned through half of his MP to activate the skill.
"The tunnel hasn't been used for years," the Cromwell heir lied. "Maybe you got stuck again—this time in an old rubber pipe."
"Ew! No!" Ivy exclaimed. "Get me out! Please get me out! Pull again!"
Ethan exerted pressure on her lovely hips, enjoying the blissful touch of her youthful body. His sister's butt pressed against his groin, letting his member feel her warmth through the shorts. The feeling was unimaginable!
However, the ghost hands skill kept Ivy trapped. "I'm sorry," Ethan testified falsely. "Earlier, your shoulders were slightly wedged. This time, you're really stuck!"
"Oh, no!" Ivy lamented. "I'm terrified of tight spaces. You must find a way out! Please!"
Her brother enjoyed the girl's spiral into a panic while her behind literally twerked against his lower body. Where was the entitled bitch personality now?
"Don't you have magical runes implanted on your skin?" the boy asked with concern. "You could use one of them to set yourself free."
"I do have disentanglement and bondage-severing runes, but activating them is difficult. There are specific hand movements involved along with incantations. As you can obviously see, my hands are not free!"
Ethan mentally wished he could enslave the psycho sister in an underground dungeon. The things he could do to break her will and eventually make her call him master…
"Idiot!" Ivy chided him with increasing fury. "Are you staring at my ass instead of helping me get unstuck? I'll punch your teeth in once I get out!"
The Cromwell heir sighed, ignoring his sister's threats. Her punishment hadn't even begun. The boy wanted to confine her to the tunnel longer. However, his ghost hands would dissipate after thirty seconds. He racked his brain, wondering how to make her permanently stuck.
Ethan decided to try something different this time. He held onto Ivy's helpless wrists with the right phantom arm. He used the left arm like a cutting knife, bringing it heavily down on the other.
Chop! The boy's right ghost hand was completely severed from the rest of the arm. A replacement grew back almost instantly. However, the chopped-off part stayed fixed in its position, securing Ivy's wrists.
'It worked!' Ethan thought merrily. He had found a new application of the ghost hand skills. Parts of it survived even after being separated from the parent phantom arm. More experiments were needed to perfect the ability.
"Look, I don't think I can get you out?" Ethan said innocently. "Should I summon Hilda? She would know what to do. Maybe we can get a few masons to bring down my closet to help you escape?"
"No way!" Ivy fired back. "Are you daft? The Constable is the closest to Mom and will immediately tell her everything on her return. Both of them will misinterpret our situation! And masons? Have you lost your mind? Why don't you invite the entire Fondel County to come and make fun of me?!"
Ethan chuckled at her frustration, but his voice was laced with concern. "What do you want me to do? Leave you here and go to sleep? Because right now, I am tempted to do that."
Ivy tried to catch her hyperventilating breath and calm her spiral mind. A thin film of sweat began forming on her back. The statement about claustrophobia wasn't made up. While her mood was still hyper, her tone became more respectful.
"Listen. I have runes tattooed on my body. One of them has the power to get me out of this mess. You can activate it by physical touch."
Ethan raised a curious eyebrow. "Oh, you mean the runes around your belly button?"
"You noticed them, didn't you, pervert? But, no, I am not talking about those. The runes etched on the front side of my body are all weapons. Those on the back of my body are versatile spells."
"Where is the one that can get you unstuck?"
Ivy paused for an extended moment before replying. "It's on the back of my thigh…"
Her brother could already taste lewd victory. Finally, a golden chance to touch his sister's thighs! "Oh? Do you want me to slide my hand under the shorts and touch the rune?"
"That would be ideal, but no. The problem is—if you activate the wrong rune, something undesirable may happen. Your closet could blow up, killing both of us! So, you must see the specific part of my skin you're touching and identify the specific rune."
"You mean—"
"You have to pull down my shorts."