Willow felt a little blush crawling up his cheeks when he heard her words. “Stupid. Learn how to charm now, have you?” He realized that she was too close and tried pushing her away to no avail. She was much stronger than him, which would have hurt his pride as an older brother and a man. . .if he didn’t look so girly. “Go away. You’re too close.”

Elm didn’t reply for a moment as her eyes traveled down the smallness of his waist down to his plum shaped butt . She tucked her head behind his neck as she took a long, good stare at how his doughy butt looked from behind his shoulders. She couldn’t take her eyes off how blessed he was in that department but quickly gathered herself.

“Why? I like being near you, brother.” Elm declared, kneeling slightly so that she rested her head on Willow’s small shoulders. She crept closer to his ears. “You smell so beautiful.”

A blush exploded onto Willow’s face but he kept it down and pinched the bridge of his nose. He raised his hand to give a karate chop onto his sister’s head all the while wondering why his heart was beating for such cliche lines. Seriously, as a modern man who lived in his mother’s basement, he wasn’t supposed to be this easy.

“I told you, you’re way too clo-Woah?!” Willow’s karate chop was impeded by a firm grip on his wrist as Elm quickly caught the other hand as well, locking both of his tiny wrists in her left palm as she kept them behind his back. With her free hand, she pulled her brother closer into a hug as Willow was immediately met with a face full of large boobs due to their height difference. His blush had already infected his face and now traveled down to his neck. “What are you doing?! Let me go!”

And due to all his trashings about, both of them fell into the shallow side of the river with a heavy splash.

“Ow, ow.” Willow muttered in pain, pushing his body up slowly as dread filled his core when he knew that since his clothes were now wet, he had no way of lying to his mom when they went back home. He was about to curse at his little sister but saw that her blue eyes that were usually clouded with boredom were now ablaze with an emotion that could only be described as pure lust.

The way she looked at Willow from her straddle made him feel like a prime cut of meat that she was raring to have. Willow didn’t dare to make a voice as silence dominated the evening river.

Elm looked at Willow and felt her stomach do flips, an excitement that only ever ran through her whenever she was out on her hunts with the town's guard. Or when she often fantasized about her brother.

He was so beautiful in her eyes. So pure. And especially so when his clothes stuck wet to his skin as the evening sun reflected off the river, making his skin glow akin to a goddess of beauty. All of his tempting curves were presented to her as a million questions stopped her from making a move. How soft were his lips? How pleasurable must it feel to take him right here and now? Why did he always look so beautiful? So tempting?

But most importantly, why did she have to hold back? If she wanted to, she could just impose herself upon him right here, right now and there’d be nothing he could do about it. After all, it was the right of the strong to take from the weak, wasn’t it?

“Elm?” His voice - a soft melody to her ears - almost did it for her. Her blue eyes started to grow cloudy with a chance of lightning.

Willow wasn’t any better. From his position, he couldn’t see anything but his little sister’s body and knew that she had grown up pretty fine. From her wet clothes, he could see how her perfect abs carved from the finests marble stuck on her taut stomach, how her toned biceps flexed which begged the question - How good would it feel to let himself go in those arms?

There were two main reasons as to why Willow had never been able to see Elm as a love interest. The first being that since he’d grown up beside this kid, he’d grown attached to her and thought of her like his real, little sister. The second being that he knew that it’d be extremely bad for him and the main plot of the story if he did the deed with her right now. His emblem, again, being the reason.

If he and Elm did it before the Awakening, ignoring the immorality of the situation as they were both siblings, he’d be bound to her as her soul-mate, where he’d be cursed with immense feelings of guilt, loneliness and sadness if he was away from her.

And his plan entirely revolved around being as far away from Elm as possible after tomorrow. Even if it really pained him.

Yet, despite knowing the severity of the situation, Willow still wasn’t able to move a muscle, entirely locked into those stormy cyan eyes of hers. The both of them relished in the silence but Elm made the first move, bringing her face closer to beauty incarnate himself.

Willow on the other hand, wanted to yell out and stop Elm from making a mistake but the closer her face fot, the more he was beginning to hear voices - voices telling him to submit to her, enticing him with the songs of pleasure he’d sing from relenting his pointless resistance but most importantly, how good it would feel to be pumped loads of her hot baby batter.

Just like his sister, he felt his eyes start to grow murky with impure lust and he would have just let her take him right then and there, if not for the big snake he felt poking at his thighs.

Immediately, Willow regained his senses as he looked down, fear striking his heart as he saw that Elm had definitely grown but she’d grown a little too much for his liking. So with that, he felt his head start to grow dizzy as black spots popped into his vision.

“. .Brother?” Elm asked, seeing that Willow looked as if he was going to faint soon.

Willow heard the cries of his younger sister fade into the background as his head rocked back and forth before finally, darkness filled his vision.