Free Web NovelChapter 25: Chapter 25 — A Sister Gets Aroused.
Kael was alone in the bath waiting for Amber. He sat in the warm water, leaning back against the cool stone and basking in the lingering, thrill-filled haze of what had just transpired.
He replayed the entire show with his mother in his mind, feeling a sharp, possessive pride at the memory of her kneeling before him, completely surrendered.
The door creaked open, and Amber entered. She had shed her clothes, her skin glowing and slightly flushed, still marked here and there by the glistening, stubborn patches of his seed.
Her tits bouncing as she came towards him and her long red hair swayed behind her down her ass.
Kael watched her with a heavy, intense gaze. He motioned for her to sit in front of him so that he could help her wash up.
She nodded with a gentle happy smile on her face and sat down infront of her beloved son without wasting another word, he took up the cloth beside him to begin washing her up.
As he worked, a deeper, dormant layer of Kael’s memories surfaced and merged with his consciousness, finally explaining why these communal baths were considered such deeply personal, intimate rituals.
In this culture, bathing was viewed as the ultimate social event between family members—a time to strip away defenses and tend to one another.
He felt a dark, cold sense of relief wash over him as he processed this. In his mind, he felt a faint, lingering ghost of affection for the man who had been his father, but it was distant and hollowed out by the knowledge that the man was long dead. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
He was morbidly grateful for that finality; while he might have held a shred of respect for the man’s memory, the idea of having to wash his father and him being with his mother now in this intimate setting would have been repulsive.
He had no interest in fulfilling that duty, and he was glad that his throne in this household was entirely undisputed.
When Mira stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, the sight that greeted her further complicated the already surreal atmosphere.
Kael was standing behind their mother, his hands gentle and precise as he worked to untangle and wash the long, vibrant tresses of Amber’s red hair.
Mira felt that familiar, bitter sting of envy. She had always harbored a secret resentment toward her mother’s striking red hair, a envy that extended to Kael, whose own hair was a striking, unconventional green.
Even their elder sister, Ruby, possessed that same brilliant red hue. Mira, meanwhile, felt cursed with a dull, generic black.
It made her feel like a plain, unremarkable shadow in a house of beauties, a feeling of inadequacy that fueled the jagged, combative energy of her relationship with her brother.
As she slowly peeled off her clothes, her gaze shifted to the scene in the water. Kael had moved in front of their mother, his posture shifting so that he was hunched over, his back bent at a sharp angle.
It was a position that left him completely exposed, his backside turned directly toward Amber.
Without a word of hesitation, Amber began to use her fingers to clean him, her touch methodical and tender as she scrubbed at his rear.
Mira let out a harsh, mocking laugh, trying to mask her growing jealousy with sarcasm.
"Still need Mommy to clean your bum, you stinky brother?" she sneered, though the sound of her own voice felt thin and hollow against the thick, intimate silence of the room.
She stood there, naked and shivering, watching the display with a mix of resentment and longing.
"Come here, Mira. Sit down; I’ll wash you, too," Kael said, his voice smooth and inviting as he looked toward the doorway.
Mira was standing there, arms tightly crossed over her chest, trying to shield herself. Kael watched her with a amused interest.
To him, the gesture was entirely futile and strange; her modest attempt to cover her bust was rendered moot by the fact that from his angle, he could clearly see the stark, hairless pink of her slit.
While it was common knowledge that nudity was simply a part of life in their home and village, Mira’s sudden display of self-consciousness felt performative, a lingering vestige of a boundary that no longer applied to him.
Mira’s throat tightened, her instinct screaming at her to snap, "No need," and storm back to her room. But under the weight of their mother’s expectant, placid gaze, she felt a sudden, crushing sense of helplessness.
Amber’s presence acted as an anchor, forcing Mira to suppress her defiance. With a sullen, jerky motion, she unclenched her arms and moved toward them, settling into the floor in front of her brother.
As she sat, she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, refusing to look up at Kael. She felt exposed and vulnerable in a way she hadn’t anticipated, the silence of the room punctuated only by the rhythmic splashing of the water as Kael began to reach for the soap.
Once Amber had finished cleaning his backside, Kael turned his attention to Mira.
He was efficient, moving the washcloth with an unhurried pace. In truth, he felt little attraction to her; her body was still in the awkward, underdeveloped stage of adolescence, and he had no interest in that.
He treated her more like a caring brother rather than an object of desire, wanting to finish the task quickly and return to the comfortable, doting atmosphere he had established with their mother.
However, as he scrubbed her chest, his eyes narrowed with amusement. He caught sight of two small, distinct points pressing against the skin of her flat, youthful chest.
Her nipples were visibly erect, standing out sharply against the rest of her skin.
Don’t tell me she’s getting aroused just from me bathing her? Kael thought, a smirk curling on his lips. Haha, looks like I really have a tsundere on my hands.
The realization that she might be feeling a perverse thrill in this charged, taboo environment was a source of great entertainment for him.
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