"Eli! Wake up!"
A soft whisper creeps into my dreams, like an annoying alarm clock that refuses to leave me alone.
At first, I try to ignore it, but the sound persists.
"Eli, hurry up! We're going to be late!"
The murmur quickly turned into a scream, disturbing the beautiful dream I was having in which my sister and mother were sucking my cock while my brother, tied to a chair, looked on.
What can I say, I too am amazed at how my mind is getting better and better.
"Eliiiiiii!" The scream was accompanied by a bucket of cold water that drenched my entire body and jolted me awake. I gasped and spluttered, eyes wild with surprise, as I struggled to sit up, my heart racing in my chest.
"What the hell!" I sat up with a start, my brain still groggy from sleep trying to process the sudden change in temperature.
Amidst the chaos of my thoughts, I identified the voice of my sister, who was standing in front of me with a mischievous grin, holding the empty bucket in her hands.
"You were snoring like a bear," she laughed. "I had to wake you up somehow."
My anger boiled over and I growled as I scrunched my now soaked hair. "I'm going to kill you!
the bucket flew, as Rainea began to run.
The room turned into chaos as dust began to swirl in all directions, water splashed on the floor and bed, papers flew through the air as I chased after my sister. Her laughter filled the room as she effortlessly dodged my attempts to catch her, her short military-style hair bouncing with each graceful dodge. Every time I was about to reach for her, she missed me by mere inches, no matter what I did. She was always just out of my reach, but I couldn't help but keep chasing her. This damn girl had to pay.
"Come and get me!" she sneered, her tongue lolling out in a grimace and disappearing down the corridor. I followed her, my feet pounding on the cold wooden floor. My grunts and her laughter echoed through the house. I felt my blood boil with frustration and anger.
As we approached Aran's bedroom, the door burst open, startling Rainea and me. But what followed was even more shocking.
In a fleeting instant, before I could assimilate what was happening, I saw my sister, who was about to collide with the door, vanish before my very eyes in a cloud of luminous particles. It was not just a physical disappearance; it was as if her soul detached itself from her body and ascended into the sky in a whirlwind of magical energy. A flash of intense light illuminated the spot where she had been standing, leaving only a glowing trail in the air before disappearing completely.
For a moment, I froze, not knowing what had happened. But then I felt a sharp breeze blow down the hallway and saw the doorway to my brother's bedroom move under the force of the wind.
Peering through the doorway, Aran's body appeared, wrapped only in a towel and with her naked upper body in full view. Despite his seventeen years, his once slender physique had been transformed into a feminine spectacle. His body seemed to have missed the testosterone, as his chest, which should have been muscular and firm, was soft and filled with fat. Even his hips and abdomen, which should have been strong and robust to withstand the power of a man, were now full of curves more befitting a woman.
She was probably on her way to the bathroom, her silky, shoulder-length, deep brown hair waving with every step she took. Her intense, piercing eyes looked directly at me as our gazes met, and a loud cry escaped her full lips, "What are you doing, you idiot? The harshness in his tone contrasted with the softness of his features, creating a confusing duality in his appearance.
About to retort to his insult, my lips hovered in the air as my attention was diverted to a faint light descending the stairs. With each step, the light took shape and contour, slowly morphing into the familiar figure of my sister. Her face, suffused with mischief, watched me with a self-satisfied smile as she hurried down the steps to the first floor of the house.
I would never have thought that the sweet, shy girl she once was would become a problem - playful and charming, but still a problem.
However, my sister was not the only one who had tricks up her sleeve.
The use of magic was strictly forbidden in our daily little fights by mother's orders, after grandmother had persuaded her to allow me to practice with her every day. But Rainea never cared about the rules,
so why should I?
My sweet sister kept fixing her eyes on my face, oblivious to the mighty swirl of water forming right behind her. And when she finally noticed, it was too late. She turned her head sharply and was greeted by a strong jet of high-pressure water, as if coming from a compressed hose. A scream escaped her lips as she struggled to keep her wobbling balance. With her soaked clothes clinging to her body and her hair sticking to her face, she looked like a wet kitten caught in the storm.
However, at that moment there was no turning back for her. After ignoring Aran and walking past him as if he was invisible, I was about to catch up with her, which I did. My arms wrapped around her muscular body as we both fell down the stairs. Although I knew that the fall could not hurt us in any way, I did not want my sister's body to suffer even the slightest scratch. So, with a touch of magic in the air, I cushioned each blow against the hard wood. Beads of sweat trickled down our foreheads and our breath hitched as we descended, each step adding a new frenzy to our fall. Finally, when we reached the last rung, we arrived entangled in a chaotic embrace. Adrenaline coursed wildly through my veins, making each moment seem more intense and vivid than the last. A mischievous grin spread across my face. The she-devil had been defeated, and her pleading gaze fixed on me confirmed that she knew it too. And now was the perfect time to take revenge.
The room was filled with silence, interrupted only by the heavy rise and fall of our breaths and the gentle patter of water droplets falling from both our bodies and our soaked clothes. Forming a large puddle on the wood on which we stood. The cloth clung to our skin, revealing the best of each of us. Rainea, though a bit of a tomboy, was undeniably beautiful. Her abs were hard as steel and could be seen through her thin white T-shirt, which also highlighted her well-developed chest. They weren't as big as Grandma's or Mom's, but they were still shapely and seductive, the perfect size to completely fill my restless hands.
"Sis, what's wrong, has the cat got your tongue?" I asked, trying to keep my composure.
Frustrated, she frowned and pouted as she tried to move her arms, but couldn't because I had my legs wrapped around her torso. "This isn't funny anymore," she snorted.
"Oh, believe me, she does," I replied with a laugh.
Before she could reply, I pounced on her like a hungry beast.
My hands slid under her wet blouse, exploring everything underneath. I felt every firm, hard muscle under my fingers until I found what I was looking for: two soft, fat-cushioned orbs. I could feel them melt under my touch and Rainea's nipples slowly harden. Little moans escaped her mouth as my hands continued to caress her.
I pressed my chest against hers, feeling her warm breath on my face as I fiddled with her turgid nipples. My thumbs moved up and down, interchanging in gentle circular motions that elicited Rainea's clouded, surrendered gaze. With my whole body over hers, I brought my mouth to her ear and bit it, causing a soft moan to escape her cherry red lips."~ahhhhhhh~ ❤️ "
Her cheeks flared with a deep crimson blush and her voice stuttered out in a whisper, "E-Eli, not now... we can't play". She tried to push me away, and if she really wanted to, she could have easily pushed me away. After all, at the academy she was considered a genius and, in the hypothetical case that she wasn't, she could simply disappear as she did a moment ago. In my previous life I only learned a few basic skills: stealing, dismembering, selling and manufacturing drugs. But I learned one more lesson, a unique knowledge related to the love of girls. This fact taught me that despite what they may say with their lips, some women really long for the opposite. Even if their words say "stop", their body screams "more".
As my sister had said, this had become nothing more than a game for us, one that we played regularly and which was quite simple. One of us had to make the other give up, and the winner could ask the loser for a task. This explained Rainea's mischievous attitude towards me: in her mind, we were simply playing a game, with no real implications. This kind of naïve thinking could only be attributed to certain factors intrinsic to elves; they were very reserved when it came to sex, regarding it purely as a means of procreation. Therefore, they did not teach their children anything, as they considered it almost blasphemous. For me, this was a blessing, at least until my sister began to see me as more than a brother.
"Surrender!" I whispered in a threatening tone in her ear, as my fingers dug into her padded tits. "If you surrender now, the task I will assign you will not be so difficult, Rainea."
She glared at me angrily as she gritted her teeth, trying to resist my grip. "Make this quick, you idiot," she spat between her pursed lips.
"No, not now. You woke me up because we'd be late for the academy. I'll give you your homework tonight," , I said with a twisted smile on my lips as I lifted myself off my sister's tense body.
Her face was a dance of emotions: desire for more "play" and frustration at not being able to hide it in her expression. She had always been so easy to manipulate.
When Rainea stood up, I walked behind her to get a good view of her perfect round ass. Just as we reached the kitchen where Mom was preparing breakfast, we greeted each other.
"Good morning, Mom," I said cheerfully as I sat down at the breakfast table.
"Good morning...mom," Rainea could barely greet mom properly as my hand was now gripping her ass over her pretty turquoise panties, rubbing it all over. Fortunately, mom couldn't see it as she had her back to us and was concentrating on beating some eggs.
"Alright guys, breakfast is ready," our mother announced as she placed a pan of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table. my sister sat down next to me and I noticed her shifting uncomfortably in her seat, trying to free herself from my grip.
"Mmmm... smells delicious mom," I said as I took a piece of bacon and ate it eagerly. "Don't you think so Rainea?"
"Y-yes, it smells great," she replied in a shaky voice as she tried to keep her composure and continue eating.
Mom smiled in satisfaction and we continued to eat breakfast in silence. Meanwhile, my hand continued to play with Rainea's bottom under the table, enjoying her soft, firm skin under my fingers.
"You guys should shower now to go to the academy, it's almost time," she said as she picked up the breakfast dishes.
A strap of her thin blouse slipped down her shoulder as she bent down to pick up my plate, and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to her beautiful long brown nipple. My mother noticed and looked at me with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment on her face. I quickly averted my eyes and blushed, playing the role, again, of an innocent boy.
"Is everything okay, honey?" she asked me, her voice slightly shaky.
I looked up, surprised to see her so close. Out of reflex, I let go of the hand holding my sister's bottom. I groped for an explanation and my mind raced for a plausible excuse.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I stammered, avoiding her gaze. "I didn't mean to..."
She put her hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes. Her black eyes were full of understanding and love. "It's okay, my love," he said softly. moving closer to my ear so Rainea wouldn't hear. "Likewise, you see them every night."
He caressed my face with his hands, soft and firm at the same time, before giving me a resounding kiss on my forehead with his full lips. "~Muahhh~ ❤️ ", she exclaimed before getting up and saying, "Now go take a bath, both of you. You smell like sweat."
I nodded, standing up as his hands came to rest on my bony ass, patting it playfully. "Oops, I couldn't resist, baby," he said with a mischievous grin on his face.
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"I swear, Rainea, this damn uniform makes me look fatter," Aran complained as he rearranged the military style pants that encircled his voluptuous thighs.
Rainea rolled her eyes. "Yes, I know. You said the same thing yesterday, the day before yesterday, and even the day before yesterday," she replied, holding my hand, and walking up the stairs that led to the entrance of the academy.
When we finally crossed the threshold, the same sound reappeared that I heard every day: loud shouts, some calling my sister's name, some calling my brother's. And some would come up to greet them, for they were the celebrities of the academy, the most popular and loudest individuals. Rainea was slightly more than Aran, but they were still two monsters, and for now, even if I was ashamed to admit it, they were stronger than me.
Rainea! Aran!" I heard a familiar voice, calling out my brothers name. It was their friend, Adelin. A petite girl with red hair and glasses that covered her eyes. If I ever had to describe a nerd, it would be her, though she had a nice pair of fat breasts.
And this is where we parted ways, as we do every day. Adelin and my brothers said a friendly hello to each other before she took them to class. I said goodbye to them and did the same. I headed to my classroom.
I walked in and sat in my usual spot, the last seat in the front row. The class went smoothly. Same as every day, a few questions about magic theory, a reprimand from Mr. Albein for falling asleep in my seat, and nothing beyond that. They also imparted some important information, such as the fact that I would soon have the first practical exam of the year. They also mentioned something about a dance, but I was already pretty sleepy by the time the professor talked about it. At the end of class, I stood up and left as quickly as I could, intending to meet my siblings for lunch.
As I approached the dining room, I could see them in the distance. But as I got closer, I noticed that all the seats next to them were occupied. Rainea was engaged in conversation with a group of girls, most likely being praised by them. However, Aran noticed my presence and ordered a boy sitting next to her to move so that I could sit there. Despite our lack of close relationship, he wasn't such a bad brother. We ate amidst the usual noise that always surrounded them wherever they went at the academy. And I couldn't help but notice something funny: Adelin, who was sitting across from me, kept stealing glances at my brother, who in turn had already noticed and was doing the same. After lunch, we headed to our respective classes.
The class I have now is with Mr. Morgans, a practical class in which combat techniques are taught. I'm pretty good at it, I'm not the best, but if I try hard enough, I could probably be in the top ten of the academy. I use daggers and a bow, so my style consists of attacking and incapacitating before the others can even touch me. I received many compliments from Mr. Morgans, who kept saying that I was a lot like my brothers.
"In today's lesson, you will learn how to defend against surprise attacks from behind." Mr. Morgans said before choosing me as his demonstration partner, and I walked towards him with a bit of laziness in my steps. I would have preferred to sit and watch, but I couldn't say no to the teacher. Suddenly, Mr. Morgans disappeared and I felt something approaching from behind. I quickly turned around and used my dagger to block his attack before counterattacking with a swift lunge.
We continued with the same exercise for at least an hour, sometimes Mr. Morgans would attack me directly to distract me, and other times he would simply throw magic at me to see how I would react. In the end, the practice ended with a positive result for the teacher.
As we caught our breath, Mr. Morgans leaned against a wall of the spacious gym, a smile on his aging face. "You did well today," he said, his rough voice expressing approval. "Your reflexes are improving and your control over magic is becoming more precise."
I nodded, then stood up and grabbed a bottle of water I had sneaked from Rainea's bag during lunchtime. I toweled off my sweat and walked out of the gym.
Classes were over and I had to go to my grandmother's house for the daily lessons, but I waited for my brothers to finish as well. After all, we shared the same route.
As soon as we were all out the door, Rainea spoke up, "Aran, did you see me put water bottles in my backpack this morning?"
"Yes," my Aran replied as he read one of the many love letters he received daily from both female and male admirers. "Why do you ask?"
"Ummm... I remember putting a bottle in my bag this morning, but when I went to retrieve it in combat magic class, it wasn't there anymore," Rainea said, and I couldn't help but cough when she mentioned it, feeling a little guilty.
"It most likely fell out along the way," Aran replied as he pulled another of the infinite cards from his pouch.
"That, or maybe a little rat stole it from me..." said Rainea, her eyes fixed on me. One of her hands moved quickly to my cheeks and right there I knew I was going to suffer, until I got to Grandma's house.
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When I arrived at my grandmother's house, a steaming plate of rabbit stew awaited me, even though I was a little full, I forced myself to eat it. I wasn't about to let a dish lovingly made by my grandmother go to waste. The class with my grandmother went on as usual, with her telling me what to do and how to do it, to perform the more difficult spells. Often she would sit under an umbrella planted on the patio floor, but sometimes she would come and physically practice on me, beating me hard. My grandmother was without a doubt the most powerful being I knew.
After the day I asked my grandmother to teach me magic, not much more "fun" happened between us. She had become a bit cold. Although she tried hard to hide it from me, I could tell, and that was something I would have to fix later.
Today it looked like our class was going to end a little earlier than usual. She had some paperwork to sign, and although I knew she had been busy lately, she never seemed to be too busy for our practice time. We kissed goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and I headed home, already exhausted.
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It was already dark when I opened the door of the house and my body felt like mush. The only thing I wanted was to rest and relax my mind, and what better way to do it than taking advantage of my sister's body?
I walked into the living room, where my mother was sitting sipping a glass of wine and reading a book with a peculiar cover. When she saw me, she gasped and quickly hid the book, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She greeted me with a stammering.
"H-hello, dear," her face still betraying her embarrassment. Trying to change the subject, she asked, "Do you want me to serve you dinner, honey?". I declined, "No, Mom, I'm not very hungry," which was true, but also because I had other plans in mind.
As I was walking up the stairs, I mentioned to my mother, "Oh, by the way, I'm sleeping in Rainea's room tonight."
"A-okay," she replied. When I reached the second floor.
I was just inches away from my sister's room and I could hear that Aran was also inside, chatting about academy gossip. I could also make out mentions of a dance and who they were going to bring as a date. But this was no time to eavesdrop, I wanted to have fun. Taking a deep breath, I reached for the brass doorknob of the dark wooden door, turned it, and just as I opened it, a stuffed animal hit me square in the face. This was definitely going to be a long night....
