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Steam fogged the glass walls of the shower, blotting out the golden hue of the bathroom walls beyond, radiating from the lights in the ceiling and sourced from the boiling water drifting up around them where it splashed at their feet. And yet, more than any liquid, the shower was filled with the moans of both siblings, and the clapping of flesh. Wise's chin was tucked onto Belle's shoulder, necessitating him leaning over her arched back as he pumped his hips forward. It was a difficult position, at least in their height difference. Not by much, but it was a lot in a space so cramped, so tight; Wise had never been so aware of the word 'tight' more than he was in these moments.
Belle was moaning in his ear. Her breath was as warm as the water cascading onto his back, and if it weren't for the electrifying pleasure in his groin as he slipped his hips back and forth against hers and felt her doing much the same in response, he'd want to fall asleep. His hands were on her hips, hers on the cold glass, her face hovering over it. She'd whisper his name; "Wise... G-God, Wise, you... How are you pent up?" she asked, exasperated, yet loving this no less than him.
"I've got to live with you, Belle," Wise said between breaths. He worked a hand up her side, feeling the smoothness of her skin as he thrusted past and felt her walls clamp and quiver; he knew himself to be throbbing inside her. "Not to mention I've got to go around in the blistering heat, get what we need, and come back to you with barely cloths on and a fan on your underboob. And you expect me to act normal?"
Belle giggled, a laugh modulated by the warping moan that rose from her. He kept thrusting into her, and she kept pushing her ass back against his crotch, feeling it fit perfectly, snug, and then gone as his hips came back only to slam forward again. She latched onto the feeling of his hand holding her waist and his pull and push with her as she took control. He stopped thrusting. At least, the least he could with his cock buried inside her, and thoughts of only such in his head. But Belle helped. She thrusted her own hips backwards onto it, a bit awkward, a skill she was yet still learning, but she felt his crotch hitting hers and his length pushing through her and that was good enough.
"Y-You definitely forgot what you just bought in this mornin', didn't you? Just as you were saying- HNN!" Belle felt his hand on her side come up and squeeze her breast, squeezing free a breath she'd meant to spare, as, with it, his thumb skillfully played with her erect nip; back and forth a few flicks and presses and tugs never too much. He sped up in her as well, and the clap of skin on skin came even louder than the showerhead above them.
Wise postured himself off her shoulder, relatively straight though still leaning over her beautifully arched back, letting her turn her head round over it. "'K-Kay, switch," Belle stammered. Wise's dick slipped out of her with a last bolt of pleasure through Belle's legs. The warm water soaked her as it had before as she traded places with Wise, and the warmth was no longer just from his touch, facing him beneath the showerhead. Her smile flickered into a grin as she pulled her arms over his shoulders and wrapped a leg over one side of his waist, nodding to him before he lifted her, hands on her ass clenching harder than he probably realised. She hoped he realised, in no way of hoping he'd stop.
Wise buried his face in Belle's collarbone, then her breasts, and he felt her breath hitch against him as he lowered her onto his stiffness again. He'd gotten stronger. Strong enough to be able to hold her like this. "I've got to give Shifu my regards," he said, the water parting his hair in the middle of his scalp as he thrusted up into Belle. More and more he did and Belle began to shake against him in a dumbing moan. His dick was rushing through her, back and forth, racing; Belle hadn't the breath to keep up, and the little she had was quickly lost in a grit of her teeth and a tear in the corner of her eye from the sudden spike in hammering pressure. He'd been fucking her from behind; how'd he been gentler then?!
"Y-You have no right," muttered Belle, her face diving into his neck, nibbling his skin in defiance, "to be the only one...n-not moaning like an idiot." Wise was pumping in and out of her with stupid speed. How he hadn't been the one to come yet was bullshit; she already had three times now, not that Belle would dare to admit it.
"Be... Believe me, Belle," said Wise, "I'm just...picking my words carefully."
"Don't! I wanna hear it!" Belle cried into him. She realised he must've been biting them back again, because her ears were then alight with his moans and groans. She quaked around his cock then, coming again; his voice muttered her name more and more with each pump of his cock rippling through her, and harder did his hands clench her asscheeks, before his words came a flying dash.
"W-Where?!" he asked.
"I-In! It's saf-"
Belle didn't even get time to finish, ironically enough. She was the one to bite her lip to silence her pleasure, feeling the warm flood inside her little different in texture alone from water, yet infinitely more pleasurable knowing it was his. His whole length was in her then, as she liked it, her crotch to his, conjoined in pleasure. Wise was the one to moan his mind numb. Belle stared at his face as he did, up at him, watching his red blush, his lips writhe with pleasure, his eyes scrunch up, and she pushed her face up onto his and felt his tongue before she dared let him see hers.
Belle yelped into Wise's mouth as she felt her back sear with the cold of the glass, but she couldn't blame him. He was panting into her mouth, allowing her free reign of his, a one-sided dance between their tongues. He could barely stand. She moaned, "J-Just go to your knees," and that was it, her back sliding down the glass and wiping it clear of fog for none to see. Wise crumpled to his knees, yet still Belle kept her legs wrapped round his waist. They kissed. Long and long and evermore they focused on just one another's mouth, until Wise could feel his own sperm dripping down his dick from where it had poured into her. His mind was clear; it had been stupid, safe day or not, to come inside her like that. Belle snagged his tongue as though she had grabbed the thought straight out of his mind. Another time, was all he thought, and there he resigned and let himself just love Belle like this, and her in turn, for a while more.
The rest of the shower, typically, finished normally. Typically. The shower must've dragged on for another half an hour, the siblings going between one another during that time. Belle serviced Wise clean, running her lips and tongue over his shaft and head and playing with it proper in her mouth until she had her older brother leaning over her, grimacing, ready to come again lest his balls not be empty. She loved that look on him, or just him when he was like so in general. To see him over her, arm against the wall to steady himself upon rocky foundations as she felt his legs shake in her hands, bobbing her head back and forth and sliding his cock as far into her throat as she could. Belle had learnt all manner of arts. Nowadays, she was getting closer and closer to being able to take his comically huge length to the base.
And in turn it went. Belle arched a leg up over the back of Wise's neck, feeling his nose poke against her strangely only for the distraction to be no longer, to feel the odd yet immensely pleasuring sense of his tongue poking through her. It slipped and twitched inside her, along her, played with her clit only to dive back inside. His tongue flicked back and forth and not without care; he stared up at Belle, watching her face as he tested and prodded and rapped his tongue against her slick walls as he watched her expression come undone above him. Even the taste of his cum didn't much bother him; at most he spat it out, oftenmost when no longer afflicted by lust and of clear mind, but more often than not he didn't care. Belle didn't seem to, after all, not when swallowing him; the least he could do was spend his time if he came early to service her that much longer.
Then they were out of the shower, toweled round just the waist. Belle always teased Wise with the view as they'd leave, that same teasing grin she wore doing much of any Belle-activity. From sneaking Wise's favourite chips from wherever he stashed them, to messing with him whenever the friends of Phaethon, so to speak, came over to the store, she always wore that look. Now she wore it as the two of them walked out the bathroom and made for his room. They had spare clothes of one another in both rooms, as had somehow become tradition, and it worked well. All the while Belle walked, leaning against his shoulder, forcing him to snatch glances of her chest. The joke was on her, though, for his balls were empty and he felt more at peace than when meditating at Suiban Temple.
Wise and Belle dried themselves off beside one another, Belle's clothes in a small basket at the foot of Wise's bed, where upon he had his own batch of clothes, another set of the exact same, and folded neatly and waiting for him. Both of them hummed the same tune with smirks born from their doing so. And during so, Belle let her eyes wander, as she often caught Wise doing. He'd been lifting her like in the shower more often nowadays, and now she hardly heard him grunt when doing so. It was clear why, as though she hadn't seen his naked body more times than she bothered to count. His core and pecs were surprisingly well-defined for someone who barely worked out, his arms in full too, but to be fair she was in the same boat as him. They worked out rarely, at least in the course of a year, but the two or so months out of twelve when they stayed with their Shifu were gruelling enough to leave their impact well into the next. Belle herself was more toned now than usual, working what Yixuan decided needed most work. For her, it was mainly her legs and cardio. Good thing too; her lungs could finally keep up with her lust.
Belle let her hand wander over his abs right as Wise was pulling his shirt down, the touch taking him by surprise. Even so, he didn't stop her, nor let his shirt fall all the way as of yet. Belle's fingers skated gently along the firm muscle. Wise stared at her eyes softly, watching the almost timid fascination. They knew plenty of people far more buff than him, quite a few not even men — Caesar, for one, came to mind; even Burnice probably was. But for Belle, it was that this was her brother that had her fingers feel so warm, that had Wise himself feel cozy from the mere touch. Her brother, who she cuddled with beneath a blanket on a cold winter night, who she lounged with beneath a fun's hurtling sunder in the boiling summer that it was now, who was her brother for so long and evermore would be. Wise. Her brother, under her touch, who let her touch him to begin with.
Brother.
Sometimes, Belle wondered whether that word had lost its meaning.
"Managers~!"
Blood froze and fell and shattered like it had been turned to ice, and Belle felt her own hairs stand up even faster than she felt Wise's; their faces were shot through stupidly by the draining of blood replaced by pure fear. Her head snapped down; she was still barely dressed, panties over her crotch and her bra on and hiding her Miyabi's in what Wise always called a non-Euclidean sleeper-build. Wise still hadn't put his pants on but was putting his shirt on first, shirt-cocking it like the sociopath that he was; the siblings' dived to their clothes and hurriedly dressed themselves quick as they could as they heard another call of the familiar voice. It was a voice familiar to anyone in New Eridu, and out of it.
They both rushed out Wise's room and Belle slung her door open in case they came back up here, and they stopped themselves from sprinting down the stairs in a panic. With a deep breath, they steadied, righted one another — Wise tucked and styled Belle's hair roughly as it was, and Belle jostled his pants to not be twisted and made sure his shirt was how he normally wore it — and once more they looked one another up and down and sighed something close to laugh.
Down the stairs, Astra Yao saw the two siblings gently walk. A piece of her had been about to dive behind the counter and go looking for them under there, or in the staff room perhaps. But no. The most boring option was oftenmost the correct one, and oftenmost the one not even thought about. It was such that she had a slight bit of disappointment, but the star brightened herself as they neared. "Freshly showered, hmm?" she hummed teasingly, watching Wise as he went behind the counter. She turned her head over her should to Belle, who stepped beside Evelyn in front of the wall-spanning shelf behind them.
"Yeah, well, it's hot as ever out there," Wise said. The countertop was empty except for a brown, cardboard box, scratched all over and with a few holes poked in it. Small slits. A stab wound. "It doesn't take a word more from me to get the point across." Wise nodded to Astra's sweat-glistening skin and hair as the star cracked it open and dished out and neatly stacked the numerous video tapes within. Wise continued as she watched her, idly saying, "And besides, usually it's nice to take your time in the shower, but it's better to be quick when there's a food-stealing gremlin waiting for her turn."
"Don't be saying that to me," Astra muttered with a smirk. "I'm the gremlin, between me and Eve."
"Eve and I," corrected Evelyn from across the room. Astra clicked her tongue, but the smile never left, not even in her eyes.
Wise looked over all the films. Some of them weren't even films; Random Play had come to start stocking entire TV show collections, whole seasons dedicated in just one tape. The beauty of technology, beset on all sides by the woes of Ether corruption, yet ever unfettered. It was poetic. Many of the movies and shows Astra had rented certainly weren't; they were straightforward action flicks from decades past, real relics that survived the Fall only to wind up here.
"...That's all of them," Wise nodded. He spied Astra's chest puff as her smile turned to a smirk, and he already knew what she was going to say before she said it; so did she, and so she didn't bother proclaiming her greatness. "Given none of them are overdue, I suppose I won't be seeing your card."
But what she did ask was of a slight surprise to Wise. Belle also returned with Evelyn, the bodyguard awkwardly holding a videotape she had been feigning disinterest in. Belle had stood beside her, making idle conversation, watching where her none-too-subtle eyes flicked to and then manoeuvred the conversation towards it. A cute rom-com, and starring Astra herself, of course; now they both stood a hair's breath behind the star so many would kill to be merely in the same room as.
"Do you have any TV shows starring sibling relationships?" Astra asked. Wise immediately paused for not half a second during his reorganisation of the tapes; the corner of Belle's mouth pinched just as long. They still weren't good, even if they had gotten better.
Wise forced his smile to continue. He was sure it looked like so, even if Astra ignored it; she was that kind of polite to do so. Entertainment industry, after all. "What...kind?" Wise warily asked.
Astra looked dumbly at him, although he was the dumb one. "...Whaddaya mean? Just...a sibling relationship — are there different kinds?" Her brows furrowed a moment. "...Are there different kinds...?"
Wise stopped himself from immediately answering. His eyes went to Evelyn's, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Her eyes were burning into his, intense. He wasn't sure why, but he suddenly became aware of every little flaw in the mask he presented. He knew Evelyn. Worse, Evelyn knew him. But he was right to stop himself from saying anything, for he'd have definitely said the wrong thing, and Belle certainly wasn't any better a smooth-talker than him, not when it came to...them.
"N-No, I was meaning TV show genres," Wise said. "Anything in particular, like with all of these being action?" He circled the tapes between his hands. "Or something else, like..." Wise looked around, trying not to make the motion appear as desperate as it was. But he settled and immediately nodded towards, "What Evelyn's got there, for example."
Immediately, Wise knew he'd messed up. He felt like an idiot, his smile, as fake as it was, faltering right quick. Belle, on the other hand, wanted to murder her brother then. One step forward, two back, she thought. Her back, still red from the shower and as red as her still sore asscheeks, rain cold with Wise's words. Yes, because a third-degree burn is better than a broken heart... Sometimes, Belle realised, Wise was true to his word in not understanding women.
Despite Belle's violent wants, she didn't need to act them out. It didn't take looking at Evelyn to know, with her shuffling the tape behind her back, her face red with embarrassment, that she was more than wanting to do so herself. Belle watched Evelyn's hands. She couldn't do a thing. Not as she saw one drifting down to the sheath on her thigh.
Thump.
Softly, Astra leaned back, leaning against Evelyn and then slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Well," Astra lithely drawled, "the role I've got coming up will be me alongside a brother that's quite predominant in the story... And I've got a lot of dialogue and emotional beats with him based off the whole sibling connection. I may be a pretty good actor if I say so myself," Wise, Belle, and Evelyn heard the elastic smugness in Astra's tone well before they even needed to see the smirk that followed, "but even so, I figured it best to do some research, y'know? It also doesn't help that, aside from Eve," Belle swore Astra held Evelyn tighter than, as though that was possible, "I don't actually have any family, let alone siblings."
Astra came off Evelyn, leaving Eve staring at the floor, cheeks a burning pink, and Astra placed her hands on the counter with an excited thud and stars in her eyes mirroring such. "Actually! Can I hang around you two for a bit? I've been wanting to for a while, y'know — I haven't been in the spotlight for far too long... Oh, a-and the role and whatnot. That...too...I guess."
Belle and Wise exchanged a glance, and exchanged a sigh as well. Both of their hearts started back up again, and Belle went behind the counter and stood beside her brother as well. "I can't say we're a...normal pair of siblings," Belle said, eliciting a socked foot stomping down on hers. She cleared her throat to disguise the grunt of pain. Evelyn silently slid the tape beside the others whilst Astra watched the two of them so intently, so dazziling that it was hard for Belle to even stammer out, "S-So I...can't recommend using us as a reference... That being said, if genre isn't a problem, there's a lot of shows we can recommend."
Despite being rejected, Astra's expression didn't change, not as she cupped her face in her hands with her elbows on the countertop to hold her up. "Mm? What's...number one for you two?" she asked, infinitely curious.
Wise and Belle looked at one another, and perhaps it was Fairy's connection between them, that lacing of their neurons to be so intertwined, but in a simple exchange of glances they knew they were on the same wavelength, however a dumb one it was. It was risky. It was outright dangerous if Astra and Evelyn or anyone that found out and knew a little more than the two standing in front of them dared to put two-and-two together and didn't come up with five. But it was also something more than that.
It was funny.
In unison, the siblings heartily recommended, "Yosuga no Sora, of course!"
To Be Continued...