章節 21: Woolen Fantasies
Ethan was so taken aback that he was struck speechless. The very premise of Gwen agreeing to the hardcore sexual remedy was preposterous. What was going on in her mind?
Did the girl even listen to what her brother read out aloud? Could she have misunderstood the entire thing? There was little chance of that happening since Ethan spoke clearly and with proper enunciation.
"Why are you silent?" Gwen asked with concern. Her brother had buried his head in his chest, and his eyes darted as if the boy was in a severe conflict.
Gwen's eyes tried desperately to find contact with Ethan's but failed. She bit her lip and furrowed her brows in anxiety. Did she trigger the boy's shyness, or was he absolutely disgusted by her? It was more likely to be the latter. What kind of sister would ask such filthy things of her brother? A pervert nymphomaniac of the highest order.
On the other hand, Ethan refused eye contact for a completely different reason. He had taken advantage of the sensitive situation and played a dirty trick on Gwen.
The instructions in the Jack Mehoff book indeed asked for the fondling of breasts and the smearing of fertile semen. However, the boy cleverly added three critical details.
First, Ethan mentioned that a fertile male must carry out the mammary stimulation and load plastering. Wrong! A female could do it as long as the seed provided was fertile. In fact, Gwen was free to stimulate and smear by herself in privacy.
Second, Ethan read aloud that the ritual would be for three days. Wrong again! It required only one application. The magical effects of virile sperm were instantaneous. The boy's encounter with Elaine demonstrated this fact.
Finally, the fertile semen had to be orally consumed on the fourth day. This clause did not exist in the book. Ethan entirely made it up.
"Please talk to me…" Gwen urged her brother, on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry if I upset you…"
Ethan raised his eyes to hers slowly. On the inside, he was jumping hoops and uncorking champagne bottles. After all, his insidious plan to trick Gwen worked! On the outside, the boy had a strained but sincere expression on his face.
"Don't cry, little sister," he assured the girl. "Even if these acts are highly inappropriate for me, I will do it for you. All I care about is your happiness."
Gwen would've burst into tears if they were alone in the library. However, she bit down on her quivering lower lip and restrained her emotions.
"Thank you… I'll always be grateful to you."
"I just want to know why you're desperate to make it happen," Ethan murmured. "You look beautiful just the way you are."
Gwen's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I'll tell you why some other day. Thanks for caring, though. It's nice for my fertile male to appreciate his sister's looks. You really made my day."
Ethan nodded. He wasn't the least bit interested in her backstory and just asked the question to appear sensitive and caring.
"Then where shall we do it?" the boy asked curiously. "Shall we retire to your room or mine? What about the gardens?"
Gwen crossed her arms and pondered for a few moments.
"No…" she finally spoke up, shaking her head. "Our rooms would be too risky since maids visit frequently. The gardens are too public a place."
"Do you have any suggestions?"
"Right here," the girl replied with a shrug. "The library janitors only visit only twice—early morning and at night. Besides, reading room three is only frequented by myopic old people. This is the safest place for carrying out the ritual."
Ethan's mind was doing somersaults on the inside. The very idea of sexual acts inside the library with his fantasy sister was giving him a hard-on.
"You mean right on this couch?" he asked, looking around in feigned confusion. "Even though the old farts are short-sighted, they aren't stupid. They would figure out our actions within minutes. Moreover, some of them have glasses!"
Gwen giggled softly and pointed towards a wooden bookshelf in the corner. It was at right angles to the east wall. If anybody were to slip into its alley, they would be invisible to most of the room's occupants.
"Let's go there. It's darker and inconspicuous."
Ethan's memory from Earth immediately reminded him of a porn scene in a similar setting. He liked the idea so much that he jumped his feet almost too early. On realizing his inappropriate action, the boy turned towards his sister, hoping she didn't notice his greedy enthusiasm.
"Don't be nervous," Gwen said, misinterpreting his movement. She slowly rose from her seat. "We'll figure it out together. Nobody will know."
"Just act natural, brother," she added, walking ahead of Ethan. "Stay four steps behind me so we don't appear suspicious."
RR3 saw minimal movement since it was the least frequented section of the library. Therefore, when the two Cromwell siblings left their seats, the oldies looked up from their dusty books. However, they returned to their reading almost immediately.
A brother and sister disappearing behind a bookshelf was a rather uninteresting event. Perhaps they were looking for fairy tales to read? Children will always be children.
Ethan watched his sister's figure as she walked ahead of him. The girl wore a dark pink sweater and red woolen pants. The sweater swaddled her upper body but barely came down to her waist.
As Gwen sauntered elegantly, her sharp hips poked from the pant's sides. Her butt cheeks squeezed and unsqueezed within the tight wool. Ethan gulped in admiration. What a wondrous sight! His sister's ass truly fit the famous sleazy phrase—one could bounce a quarter off of it.
Soon, the siblings were behind the bookshelf, hidden from other eyes. The bookshelf and the east wall formed a dark, narrow alley five feet wide. Ethan and Gwen were in a space with three dead ends and only one entrance.
"How do we begin?" Ethan whispered, barely able to contain his excitement.
Gwen's cheeks were already red in embarrassment. However, she looked pretty determined. The girl had finally found a solution to her nagging problem and wasn't about to back off. She had come too far to quit.
"Do you remember exactly what the book instructed?" Gwen asked in a low tone.
Ethan nodded. "The female's breasts must be stimulated by a man for three minutes, after which his fertile seed is to be smeared on the surface."
His sister opened her mouth to say something, but only a croak escaped. She had indeed been brave this far. But now that the siblings were actually going to do the forbidden deed, her confidence began slipping.
Gwen steeled herself and took a deep breath. "Brother…" she whispered. "I trust you… Just do what needs to be done… Before I change my mind… Please…"
Ethan didn't need to be told twice. Slowly, he raised his hands and placed them over his sister's sweater on the bust area.
"Unh…" a whimper escaped Gwen's lips. She averted her eyes and began counting books on the shelves.
Ethan slowly contracted his fist, feeling the shape of his sister's breasts. They were small but well-rounded. There was a juvenile girth to them, typical of a growing woman.
Ethan figured the size and shape actually satisfied him based on Earth's standards. He'd die twice to lay his hands on a girl as hot as Gwen. However, women in Promiscua were more voluptuous than his home world's broads. Gwen was justified in feeling insecure.
"Are you done?" she asked, still unable to raise her eyes. "I haven't started yet, sorry," Ethan replied. "Your woolen sweater is too thick for me to feel anything. Besides, your… umm… things… are… you know… not so…"
Gwen bit her lip and nodded. She was clearly upset that her breasts' size disappointed her brother. The girl pressed her shoulders together, perhaps intending to give him more meat to grasp onto.
"How is it now?" the girl asked shyly.
"Better," Ethan replied immediately. Her generous action had indeed delivered more meat to fondle. In fact, the boy could feel her nipples poking against his palms.
Gwen was aroused already, and her breasts were swelling. Ethan found a similar party happening in his pants. He responded to his urges and applied more pressure. The fondling finally started.
"Ahh…" Gwen moaned, almost too loudly. The library guests did not respond, so they were safe for the time being.
Ethan used an expert technique he learned on Earth—four continuous motions in every fondling cycle.
It began with an inward push of the hands to get to the base of Gwen's breasts. An upward lift followed it—raising the tits and grasping them whole like a fruit.
The next step was closing the fists to complete a firm grope. Finally, Ethan let his hands slip away from the circumference until the tips of his fingers pinched Gwen's nipples. Cherry on the top of the cake.
Gwen stood trembling with her back to the wall. The girl closed her eyes; her face was a shade of beet-red. A thin film of sweat glistened on her skin, giving off a unique pheromone aroma. Ethan inhaled it gratefully.
"Are you okay?" the boy asked. "You don't look well."
"I'm fine… Keep going…"
" Or the ritual won't work…" she quickly added.
Gwen moaned seductively every time her brother ended the groping action by pinching her nipples. But she lowered her voice to the point nobody but Ethan could hear her.
The boy, on the other hand, found his dick fighting the stitches of his pants to get out. It wouldn't typically be a problem for Earth Ethan.
However, Promiscuan Ethan had used a penis enlargement pill during his passionate encounter with Carla the maid. Even in a half-turgid state, his penis was over seven inches. It would go beyond nine when truly liberated.
The problem right now was the ejaculation and collection of the semen. Even though Ethan was aroused like hell, he was a long distance from cumming. Besides, it was too risky to expose his genitals to Gwen at this juncture. She would run away, and he would lose his only chance to corrupt her.
Ethan chose to ignore that end of the business. He'd figure it out somehow later. Right now, he was fondling his sister's swollen breasts, which demanded his full attention. It was more integral to commit the experience to memory.
Almost two minutes had passed, and Gwen was barely standing on her feet, her entire weight thrown against the east wall. Ethan figured he could trick his sister at the end of three minutes.
Perhaps Gwen could be convinced to participate in a more intrusive sexual act to make him cum? Maybe a hand job? The idea of it made Ethan smile like a pervert.
A shadow appeared at the entrance of the book alley. "What in the seven hells is going on here?!" an outraged voice demanded.
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