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The sound of the dying campfire crackles against the cool stone. This is not what pulls Laios out of his dream; rather, the current state that he’s found himself in.
It doesn’t take long for Laios to adjust himself back to reality, in the third floor of the dungeon. Before Laios’ eyes, his sister lays on her side– illuminated by the orangish hue remaining in the small room their party has found themselves in. She’s facing away from Laios’ sleeping bag, facing towards the protective figure of Marcille on the other side of her. Their usual positions, of course.
… And Laios is hard. This, too, is not all that unfamiliar for them. If there’s one other deluded obsession that Laios holds close to his heart besides monsters: it’s his sister. And Falin’s figure calls to him, even from his unconscious, but also now: as her body’s marvelous slopes shift and shiver while Laios lays a hand on her waist.
When she doesn’t stir, Laios only moves closer. Right up against her body. Naturally, it’s a big brother’s responsibility to use his sister’s body, whether she’s resting or not. The same goes for the other way around– Falin can utilize her brother as she pleases.
And that’s just what the Touden siblings do, give and take upon one another. They push and pull and compliment each other perfectly. Even Falin’s body begins to rock against Laios’ once he’s close enough, his body heat pulling her in to do nothing more than rut down onto her brother’s clothed cock.
It’s not long until Laios finds himself rubbing against Falin’s backside, in a unique harmony of heavy panting and breathing that is just perfectly them. Falin and Laios.
His skin runs hot, his thin pajama shirt clings to his already sweaty skin. His knee digs into the unforgiving sleeping bag below as he further tries to rut against Falin’s heated core. He knows he won’t get very far dry humping her like this, but it’s the most he can do to soothe his developing arousal– that itch that only Falin can scratch.
Laios’ thick forearm slides around Falin’s stomach, keeping her anchored and held against his body. He starts nosing at her nape through strands of soft hair, leaving small kisses as soon as it’s convenient enough. If only they both had on less layers, he would probably be inside of Falin’s warm cunt right now. He swallows just enough to stifle the whine that was about to leave him at the thought.
Apparently, he’s still not being as quiet as he thought. From the other side of him, he just barely hears Chilchuck’s exasperated sighing and rolling over. After being with them now for a year, he’s plenty used to their antics, but that doesn’t mean he stops voicing his displeasure for them doing it in the room every now and then. The incestuous part seems to throw him off a little too, but that’s never really stopped Laios before.
“Do you really have to do that here?” Chilchuck asks, his irate tone barely pierces through the horny fog that’s passing through Laios’ mind. Laios can’t argue with him properly, but it’s not his fault that Chilchuck has insanely keen senses. Besides, Laios is way too fixated on thrusting against his younger sister to form a coherent, non-desperate response to Chilchuck.
Thankfully, the callout from Chilchuck seemed to have caused Falin to stir in her sleep. Her sleep-rubbing motions come to a stop as she becomes alert to the circumstance.
“Nii-...san…?” Falin’s soft and sweet voice is like a soothing blanket to Laios’ aroused state. His arm doesn’t falter around her torso, keeping her in place where she’s pressed against his groin. She does try her best to tilt her head back towards Laios, and his cock only twitches against her once his eyes land on her gorgeous, tired face. Her bangs are sticking out from her bedhead, and her eyes open only slightly to hang onto Laios’ intense stare. Still, none of this prevents Laios from continuing to rut his hips into his sister’s in slow, filthy grinds.
“You… woke me up…” she says, but that doesn’t stop sweetened little moans from leaving her mouth.
“Sorry,” Laios mutters. He’s not too apologetic right now when all he wants to do is fuck Falin full. Falin doesn’t seem too interested in his apology regardless, wriggling one of her arms out of his grip to reach back and caress his cheek gently.
“This has been happening at night more and more recently,” a faint smile fingers on her lips as she responds softly. If Laios had been paying attention to his surroundings a bit more, he would’ve picked up on Chilchuck cursing under his breath and tossing his pillow over his head. “Let’s go take care of it.”
Laios is up and off of her in a heartbeat, standing up upon Falin’s implication. Request, more like– neither sibling had nothing to hide regarding their complete desire for one another. Falin follows, though even Laios is able to notice how her legs quiver in the process. Just the smallest sheen of sweat covers her pinkened face.
One other aspect of the Touden siblings: their craving for pleasure is a mutual, interconnected one.
Falin takes his hand and guides him down the winding hallways of the dungeon. The only other sounds aside from their footsteps is the muted pattering of dungeon cleaners all along the walls; Laios hardly has the time to take interest. They round a final corner, and Falin stops him beside an empty chest that she must’ve deemed safe. He assumes so, merely by the easy way she guides him into an open-mouthed kiss.
So he takes the initiative. He nudges Falin back once his hands reach her waist, hoisting her up onto the inconspicuous chest.
It’s nothing very graceful on Laios’ part. Her legs fall open as Laios nears closer, unashamed erection brushing against the deliciously squishy part of her thigh. His fingers clumsily fumble at the buttons on Falin’s shirt– well, it’s more like his shirt, but she looks far more scrumptious in it anyway.
On the other hand, Falin takes his advances in an elegant stride. Her mouth opens for Laios’ like a moth to a flame, their sleepy breaths mixing together.
“Mm, Nii-san, what goes on in your dreams if you’re waking up this energetic?” Falin asks as he breaks their kiss to mainline his focus to unbuttoning her top.
“I was thinking about that weekend we spent together at the inn,” Laios utters, managing to unweave the last button with lit up eyes. He recalls those nights together fondly, even if they are distant memories now– after receiving a few free nights at a local inn together, following the many hours they spent in the sheets. When Falin rode him in a real bed. He had grabbed her by the hips then, holding her while she was stuffed full of cock and spasming around him helplessly. It was intoxicating. In real time, Falin shrugs her shirt off.
“Your dreams consist of me more often than not, hmm?” she asks. However, Laios does not answer, his mouth becoming occupied as soon as Falin’s chest was exposed. He sucks at her right nipple, his tongue pressing over the tended nub. Falin continues on, “I dream of you too, Nii-san. I often think of you holding me down, and…”
Laios peers up at her briefly. She’s not looking back at him, seemingly facing something (or someone) in the distance. But her face changes, nothing short of lustrous and gasping for a deeper breath:
“Hah… filling me up with your babies.”
It’s nothing short of a pipedream for the two of them– he just barely remembers that Falin utilizes some sort of birth-prevention-repellent– but it still teeters over the edge of how much buildup he could tolerate.
“I’ll get you pregnant, Falin. I promise.”
Impatient and muscular hands tear open the crotch of her pants and they both internally curse themselves.
…
Damn it, this is the same reason why Falin has to wear his shirts to sleep, now Laios is switching to tearing open her pants?
But there’s not much else that will keep them distracted. Not with Falin lifting her left leg to hook around his waist, urging him closer against her divine pussy– he’s quick to shove his own sweatpants down low enough for his dick to rub over her entrance.
And Falin shudders, and they’re just close enough for Laios to feel her.
“Go ahead. Put it in me, Nii-san.”
Laios doesn’t need much more instruction than that. Sliding inside of his sister feels like coming home. When he tries to inform Falin of that, she merely pulls him into another sloppy kiss.
Being connected in two different ways just drives Laios deeper into a rut-driven insanity, submerged in the notion of pleasuring Falin. Sheathing himself deeper inside her leaves him grabbing onto her thighs for good measure again. Keeping himself hooked onto her in more ways than one.
And has he mentioned how good it feels? Every adjustment, every shift, every clench around his cock sends a wave of warm pleasure throughout his entire body.
It’s been eight years or so since they’ve started doing this, but their roles have been consistent all the same: Falin, slipping away from her duties, and Laios, ever so loyal and constantly yearning for his cute little sister, but they still fit so perfectly together. Laios grinds his cock deeper into Falin, her walls tightening around him. Falin grasps the back of Laios’ trimmed hair, attempting to ground herself through the bliss washing over here.
“You feel so good, Falin. I couldn’t stop thinking about you,”
“You’ve been such a good boy, Nii-san. Ah… I can already feel you so deep,” she praises him, just like how they make love: in complete understanding of one another. She knows that this is the optimism that Laios loves, just as he knows that she wants to be worshipped.
“I love being inside of you. It’s like we’re connected,” he says in disbelief. Falin doesn’t respond this time, but he notices as she starts to roll her hips down onto his cock too. “I can’t get enough of you, sis.”
Just the fact that they can read each other so well means that Laios can tell that Falin’s enjoying this too. From every flutter in her breathing, to the most gorgeous little noises he’s ever heard, she’s encouraging him through all of this.
Laios can tell how wet she is just based on feeling it alone, her essence sticking to his thighs and causing a steady stream of clapping noises to pick up along the walls. The pink flush has spread down to her neck and chest, no matter how collected she might seem.
So Laios picks up the speed. Falin’s face brightens with shock at the sudden change of pace. It’s like he’s mapped out every part of her insides, his cock sliding in and out of her with a sharp precision. The fact that she’s so wet makes it even easier for Laios to fuck her even faster.
“If you keep going like this, then y-you’re going to ruin me, Nii-san…!” she whines, slowly falling apart as she gets closer to her orgasm. It’s not like Laios is far behind her, with the fact that she seems to get even warmer around him, pulling him in deeper. All of this will definitely be worth the lecture he gets from Chilchuck in the morning, he’s sure of it.
But he doesn’t really want to think about Chilchuck right now. Instead, he just can’t seem to keep his eyes off of Falin. Her body rhythmically rolling with every hungry thrust of his hips, she takes his cock like she’s prepared for this all her life. Maybe she has.
One last starving and honeyed expression from her and Laios can tell she’s close, too. No other thoughts flood his mind except cumming inside of Falin, watching her drip with his seed.
“I want to cum with you,” a rare demand comes from Laios, and a swift nod from Falin follows. A litany of salacious noises spill from her mouth, probably leaving her unable to speak anyway.
Further conversation between the siblings is unnecessary. Following their agreement, Laios presses his lips to his sister’s, their tongues meeting each other effortlessly. He can’t stop the drool that leaves his mouth, fingers digging into her skin roughly. It’s not often that he overpowers her this often, typically keeping his strength in check with his beloved little sister, but when he gets so beyond his own mental barrier and uses his strength on her, she loves it.
So much so that it sends her over the edge, openly whimpering and moaning and clenching just for Laios that it’s enough for him too. Her head tosses back as Laios pumps enough cum into her for it to begin to spill out and around himself, ruining the torn fabric of her pants even moreso.
“G-Gosh, Falin…”
Laios’ head is still rushing with adrenaline, and staring down at Falin doesn’t decrease his heart rate at all either. Of course, he doesn’t think about how lame he just sounded– who says ‘gosh’ after sex, anyhow?
When he pulls out, he’s all the more mesmerized at how even more cum drips out of her. It’s almost as if he’s being led by a spirit as he moves, taking two fingers to press some of the cum back inside of herself. Falin’s breath hitches softly, still sensitive after a fulfilling orgasm, but Laios can only think about how warm she is. Inviting.
“You really are insatiable, Nii-san,” Falin breathes out, but the smile on her face leads Laios to believe she’s only joking. Sort of. It is kind of true, after all– he only wishes he could fuck her more often. “I love it.” Though, he does ultimately pull his fingers out.
“I’ll let you go back to sleep now. Thank you, Falin,” he murmurs. Her cunt is still very much out on display (and distracting), so he takes his own shirt off to let her cover herself up. Like nobody is going to know they just had sex twenty meters away from their base…!
But Falin smiles up at him, leaning in for a kiss that is far sweeter than the previous ones they’ve shared tonight.
The Touden siblings walk back hand in hand to their base camp, where Laios will probably get his neck wrung out the next morning.