Chapter 7:

Chapter 7: Is it still okay if siblings do naughty things under the table? (Part 1)

Is It Still Incest If Siblings Reincarnate With No Blood Relation?


Ryzelia awoke to find his body in a state of heat. His breathing was heavy and the cauldron between his legs was on the verge of overflowing. He could see the large lump under the covers of his bed and looked to Elyiena. She was still fast asleep and facing the other direction. Well, at least she isn’t awake to see this, Ryzelia thought as he carefully removed the covers in a way that didn’t make his swelling worse. Rolling over on his side, the monster between his legs was a full seven inches. He was happy that he had decided not to wear underwear so that he could try and control the giant snake that poked out from his skirt. Opening the top drawer of the night-stand beside him, he pulled out a small vial with a green liquid inside of it. Downing it with haste, he laid back on his side of the bed and closed his eyes.

Within a few moments, the swelling between his thighs subsided and he took a second to breathe. Damn it, Lyciael. I wish you hadn’t drugged me that day, Ryzelia thought while taking a moment to relax what had just went through. The mixture that his older sister had forced him drink was meant to simply put him to sleep and force a nocturnal emission of his sperm – or a night time ejaculation of orgasmic pleasure. Yet, there was a problem with the mixture that Lyciael had not known at the time. This backfire ended up forcing Ryzelia to swell up to a full seven inches and enter a state where any touch to that swollen area would result in him shooting off a large amount of liquid from between his thighs. Unlike the other potion that forced an erection and only needed one good pull and tug to release, this mixture was far worse. The erection would last a full day regardless of rather the person had indulged in their desires. Unlike the other concoction that was less painful, this tonic was incredibly painful with releasing the urges only providing a small amount of relief. This potion was named Blue Rose due to the blue hue that was visible around the swollen area and the sharp pain that came with it. He had awoken to this pain once before only to find his older sister gathering up his milk as it shot off into a vial. While Ryzelia had gotten used to his sister’s experiments, it was the first time he had to face a full day of being in pain.

Lyciael tried her best to reduce the swollen but failed, only managing to create a sticky mess of her atelier. For many days she had worked to create a cure when she learned that the painful erection had returned but she had only managed to create a tonic that would suppress the painful swollen. There was no cure for Blue Rose and even the medicine would not suppress the disease forever. The truth as to how his older sister discovered the medicine was what hurt Ryzelia’s heart the most. He didn’t find out until he had returned from his studies at the academy. When he did however, it destroyed him. His sister had downed the liquid and gave herself Blue Rose in order to test many types of alchemical ingredients to come up with a cure. Learning this made him want to cry, his beloved older sister had subjected herself to the same fate as her little brother. She may not have understood what it felt like to have a massive dagger sticking straight up but she did experience the full pain of swelling between her legs – alongside the sticky mess that came when she would try to relieve herself of the pressure. Yet, she persisted until she was able to find a tonic that could suppress the disease.

She did all that to help me. I should thank he one day for what she did because we both know that she didn’t have to take on this disease too, Ryzelia thought as he stood to his feet. After taking a moment to stretch, he made his way over to the armoire and quietly picked out his outfit as not to disturb Elyiena while she slept. He decided to go with a frilly white blouse that showed off his shoulders and a matching short skirt that accented his legs. Grabbing a pair of white stockings and foregoing the need for shoes, he put them on and drew them up at his thighs which left the right amount of a thigh-gap that conformed to a pure and golden ratio of skin that was shown. Tying his hair up into a pair two asymmetrical pigtails helped to balance out his feminine appearance and overall draw the eye to all the enticing areas on his body. The chest, though flat as a board, could still allow him to past for a girl while his thighs would undoubtedly one of the most enticing areas for both men and women alike. Of the most alluring parts on his body, his feet were petite like a girl’s and soft. They would simply destroy any admirer of feet even if he was not a girl – as an added bonus, his ticklish feet and adorable girly giggle would have made him a great earning had he decided to partake in the business of illegal prostitution and engagement of sexual acts.

In truth, he was the ultimate girl that anyone could fall for. Looking over himself in the mirror, Ryzelia could not help but enhance his beauty through careful application of cosmetics around his eyes. Although the black powder ink was harmless on the skin, it allowed for dark black lines to be painted on and washed away with the use of water. Even though he was not the original creator of what inspired him, he got the idea of creating the mixture from his old world. While the product was slow to sell at first, it did manage to become popular among many women and girls. Of course, he didn’t care about making money off of the product, he only made it in hopes of being able to fulfil his desires. All he wanted to do was appear cute. In his old world, many were seen as outcast for being male and wanting to dress female. He had always been attracted to cute things and fashion growing up but he was never able to experience it due to his up-bringing. When his father caught him trying to wear a pair of cute girly clothes and make-up, he was beaten with a belt and lectured on the religious teachings that his parents instilled into both him and his little sister. Still, he did not blame his mother. She always tried to understand him and his sister when their father was out tending to the fields. The tragic day that his parents died was a conflicting time in his life as a child.

Still, he was in a new world and able to be exactly who he wanted to be. There was nothing more that he could ever want. He now had it all. His little sister and all the girly clothes he could wear. After looking over his enticing body once more, Ryzelia smiled and headed out into the hallways quietly closing the door behind him to ensure he didn’t wake up Elyiena. Twirling around down the hall with the grace of a dancer, he entered into the kitchen at the strong odour of something cooking on an open flame. It was the crisp smell of bacon that would make any man or woman salivate with drool and a stomach that would beg to eat – even if they were no longer hungry.

As he drew closer to the kitchen, he could hear the sound Blythe’s voice whispering in a calm and tranquil tone.

— Now, just stick it in slowly.

A cutesy giggle escaped her mouth which threw Ryzelia off guard. I’ve never heard her giggle like that. I know she and Alyice are kind of together now but is she actually doing something with him while in the kitchen? They should at least wait until they are out of the kitchen, Ryzelia thought as he peeked into the kitchen from the doorway. From his prospective, he could see Alyice was busy sticking a long wooden stick into an open hole. Behind him was Blythe with her arms wrapped tightly around him.

— Be sure to be gentle, Alyice, Ryzelia teased.

— M-Master!

— Keep it steady, Alyice.

Blythe smiled as she continued to hold Alyice without a care in the world that Ryzelia was standing in the doorway.

— So, are you ready, master? Blythe asked as she continued to hold Alyice while looking over to Ryzelia.

— Ready for… what? A threesome with all of us? Ryzelia joked.

— No, master, the banquet for tomorrow when your family and Elyiena’s come to see how the two of are progressing in your marriage.

Alyice gently pulled the wooden pan out of the oven and allowed Blythe to guide it over to the counter. On the pan was large loaf of bread that was baring the perfect temperature and butter which dripped off in a small pool around it. A small hint of steam wafted through the air and gave off a heavily aroma like it had just come from a bakery.

— Oh, right, the banquet.

Ryzelia thought about anything that could clue him in on any sort of social event. I don’t remember getting a letter or was told about a banquet until now. Guess I need to figure out what I need to prepare for my older sister. I’m willing to bet she will be happy to see how far I progressed, Ryzelia thought as he watched Blythe and Alyice continue prepare breakfast. While Alyice took care of chopping up small batch of carrots, Blythe started cooking the bacon over the open flame.

The two maids continued cooking while Ryzelia awaited the food. The suddenly feel of something grabbing him made him jump for just second.

— Ryze!

— I see you’re awake, Ely.

Recalling last night, all the thoughts of what Elyiena had said played in his mind. In the old world, they were siblings. In this world, she was his future wife. Guess we just have to go along with it, Ryzelia thought as he felt Elyiena wrap her arms tighter around him. It was clear by the smile on her face that she was happy and loved being close to the one who she was destine to marry. Ryzelia made his way into the dinning room with Elyiena clinging to him like a child at a shopping mall. The dinning room was large and ornate with elegant windows which over looked the front of the yard. In the centre of the room was a long wooden table curved out of the finest mahogany, along with the chairs that contained soft crimson wool which allowed for a comfortable sitting experience. Above the table was a grand chandelier that could light up the room as if it was still daylight.

Ryzelia sat down at the table while Elyiena sat across from him. Why would she sit across from me, Ryzelia thought as he watched Alyice bring two trays of food. Severing up one plate to Ryzelia and the other to Elyiena, Blythe poured a pot of hot coffee for the two of them.

— If neither of you require anything else, we shall prepare our own meals, Blythe said with a bow.

Alyice and Blythe left the room, leaving Ryzelia and Elyiena alone in silence. Ryzelia ate his food while his mind thought back to everything that had happened last night. He recalled the kiss that he had shared with Elyiena, or rather his sister, and began to feel odd. In their previous lives, she had never kissed him like that. The most the two had ever partook in was a kiss on the cheek – which was only once. There was a part of him that believed it was just a heat of the moment, her being overjoyed to see him. Yet, the way she kissed him made him feel as if it wasn’t a friendly gesture. She was acting different around him now.

— So, it seems our families will be gathering here tomorrow in order to see just how things are going with our lives, Ryzelia said as he took a sip of his coffee.

— Do you think we should tell them we are from another world?

— I don’t. Best to leave the past life out of this new world.

— Are you saying you’re okay with getting married to me even though I was your little sister in the past? Elyiena asked with a smug expression.

Ryzelia blushed and averted his gaze for a moment. He wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about the situation they were in. By the logic of this new world, it was perfectly normal for the two of them be married – after all, they weren’t related in this world. Yet, it was hard for Ryzelia to separate his past self and what society thought back in his old world.

— For now… I think we just need to go along with it because trying to explain anything with our families will most likely backfire on us.

Elyiena smiled as she bit into the bread on her. She acting as happy as a kid in a candy store.

— Don’t worry, dear husband, I’ll be sure to support you like a good wife should.

— You’re playing the part a bit too well. Anyway, we to at least act like we are getting to know one another and bonding together.

Wiping his mouth clean with white paper napkin, Ryzelia stood up from the table and headed for the door. Making his way upstairs and down the hallway, he entered into the study. Pulling out a book from one of the shelves, he sat down at his desk and opened up the book to the marked page. Inside was a page with an illustration and some text on the facing page. He had been collecting all the notes he could on rare plants and even learned about some that weren’t listed in any books from the Alchemist of the Ashen Twilight who was kind enough to teach him in exchange for a few moments with his own cauldron. Everything that he had learned, he wrote into this book in hopes that a cure could be found to the Blue Rose disease that tormented both him and his older sister.

Looking over the rest of the pages in the book, he thought about everything that he had been through to try and help cure both him and his sister. She was a talented alchemist but never was recognised much for all the research she had done. This book, if he decided to publish it, would not only hold the cure to a rare disease – assuming that it worked at all – but could also put him in the spotlight, if only for a few hundred years or so. Still, he wasn’t concerned about being famous, he only wanted to help his older sister the same way she was always there for him.

Closing his book, he leaned back in his chair before a figure caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Standing beside him was Alyice with a cup of coffee. He smiled as he placed the cup onto the desk.

— Is that the book you plan to show your sister, master?

— It is. Hopefully, the two of us can work out something when she gets here.

— I’m sure the two of you will, master.

A knock on the door drew the attention of both Alyice and Ryzelia. Standing in the doorway was Elyiena with a cheerful expression on her face.

— Alyice dear, would you mind leaving the two of us alone for a bit? I need to speak to my husband in private.

— Of course, my lady, I shall be assisting Blythe with the garden out front.

With a bow, Alyice left the room post-haste. Elyiena smiled as she closed the door.

— It’s a shame that they don’t make doors with locks in this world yet, Elyiena said as she made her way over to the empty chair beside Ryzelia.

— I could always create the basic blueprints for one and we could sell it for a fortunate.

Elyiena propped her feet up on the desk and looked over at the book on Ryzelia’s desk.

— Do you have to prop your feet up on my desk like that?

— I do now. After all, you seemed to enjoy my feet in the old world, Elyiena teased.

Ryzelia blushed and averted his gaze.

— It makes sense now why you didn’t want me to before. You were actually turned on by it.

— C-Can we please not…

— You know, I am your wife. That means you can stare at them all you want. Feel free to stare or touch them until you’re satisfied. I remember what happened when we were little.

— Please don’t remind me…

Elyiena giggled as she placed her feet in Ryzelia’s lap.

— I think it’s cute. You always looked so adorable on your bed when you were thinking about all the girls from school.

— W-Wait… You were watching?

Ryzelia was at a lost for words as his face turned a crimson red.

— Now, would you care to indulge in your desires? Elyiena asked in a teasing tone.

— I…

Why is she doing this? First she kisses me and now she is… Oh right, I guess she is teasing me because I’m weird or something. Perhaps I need to make a potion that will change her personality a bit, Ryzelia thought as he noticed the short-sword between his legs turning into a longsword. Watching Elyiena wiggle her toes transformed it into a great-sword. A cute giggle escaped Elyiena’s mouth.

— Like I said, as your wife, you can do whatever you wish to me. It isn’t weird and besides, who understands your desires better than your former little sister?

— Can we just hold off on this? I just… need time to process this.

Elyiena sighed.

— Fine. You should learn to live in this world though instead of the old one, okay, big bro? Elyiena winked as she stood to her feet.

Elyiena unlocked the door and waved good-bye. Taking a second to breathe, Ryzelia sighed and closed his eyes.

— What am I going to do about her? Ryzelia said aloud.

— Who are you talking about, master?

Opening his eyes, Ryzelia noticed Alyice enter into the room.

— I’m just thinking aloud. You finish up the chores?

— We took care of the garden and are taking a break at the moment. Seems your future wife was busy taking care of something but didn’t finish, Alyice said with a giggle.

Ryzelia looked down and noticed that his sword was still ready to do battle.

— Shall I polish your sword for you, master? Alyice joked.

— Very funny.

— Then would you like me to remove my shoes and allow you to finish, master?

— I’m good. A cup of coffee would be nice if you don’t mind.

— As you wish, master.

Alyice grabbed the cup and exited the room. Ryzelia leaned back in his chair and waited for his sword to transform back into a short-sword. Tomorrow is the day our families come. It’s scary to think about as I only remember seeing them twice. They were truly intimidating. Meanwhile, my mother and older sister are… unique, to say the least, Ryzelia thought as he opened up one of his alchemy books. He read over the book on the basics of alchemy just to ensure that he was educated and not letting the various knowledge go to waste.

While he began reading, he noticed a cup sitting on his desk. Looking over was Alyice standing by his side with a cheerful expression. Thanking him for the coffee, Ryzelia took a sip before returning to his book. The hours passed until it was nearing the hour of the moon’s rising. Entering into his room, Ryzelia was surprised for a moment to see Elyiena laying on his bed. She was dressed in sleepwear that exposed the most enticing parts of her body and ensured that she was wearing a pair of over-the-knee white stockings for Ryzelia’s mind to turn with various lascivious thoughts.

— I don’t recall it storming outside.

— Come now, husband. Don’t you care to partake in your lustful desires or release all your stress?

— You are taking the role of wife a bit too far, Ryzelia said as he headed over to his closet.

Removing his clothes, Ryzelia changed into a plain black cotton shirt with a folded collar and deep neck opening and a pair of matching shorts that stopped just above the knees. Making his way over to his bed, he laid down on his size while Elyiena smiled and crawled over to him with a seductive expression.

— You’re the one that said we should keep up the act, Elyiena said as she straddled his hips.

— I know but I didn’t mean we should indulge in our base desires. Just that we pretend to be as a happy couple until our families are satisfied and leave.

— Hmm. I see, so I guess I should just go to sleep.

Elyiena stretched out her legs and positioned her bare feet near Ryzelia’s face. She giggled for a moment and wiggled her toes slowly in an enticing manner.

— Yeah, you’re right, I should go to sleep to make sure I’m up bright and early for tomorrow.

Peaking from under his shorts was a large mountain that continued to grow.

— Getting rather big there, like Godzilla. You plan to shoot fire at me too? Elyiena teased.

Moving one foot downwards, she giggled as she gently pressed her toes against the ever rising mountain. Ryzelia could only blush as his cheeks flustered a warm shade of red and found himself torn between two different states – one of pleasure and the other of guilt.

— We both know you want to feel what it’s like to have your cute wife stroke your ego with her bare feet.

— You’re doing this on purpose. Plus, I don’t have an ego!

— Maybe but you do have something quite big.

— Can you just go sleep in your own bed? Ryzelia asked as he pushed Elyiena off of him.

With a smile, Elyiena stood to her feet and twirled on the ball of her foot before winking at Ryzelia.

— Try not to get too excited in your dreams tonight, darling.

Ana Fowl
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