Happy Valentine's day, my friends! I hope you are having a great time with your girlfriends/boyfriends, spouses, lovers, waifus/husbands or your lonely hand (If you know what I mean *wink*). I give you the fifth chapter.
And now I leave you with what all came here to see… HARDCORE NUDITY! Well… with Rin and Len. Enjoy.
—Bakaito…
Meiko smiled heavily as she shifted on the huge bed, stretching and twisting, groping for a blanket to cover her naked body. She was sleeping like this, with nothing to the imagination, all summer that way.
Our young blue-haired dork smiled, stretching between the sheets to embrace the voluptuous body that rested next to him, next to the eternal blue scarf, which was used last night as a kind of improvised rope to tie him. Now he contemplated those brown hair, those well-developed breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands, that savage body he made his own almost daily… He still found it hard to believe that he was married to such a woman. Yes, maybe the brunette was a bit rough in bed, but in her way, she was complacent and affectionate to him, every nudge she gave him was a sign of affection.
No, he wasn't crazy for thinking like that… According to him, the insane one here was Len.
He had known what had happened at his wedding thanks to Meiko and, in the midst of his complete stupor, ended up accepting it because his wife did it: A couple of days after their wedding, (after the hangover of anthology she had), both made a private audience with the Kagamine twins to know the purity of their intentions. After hearing them declare about their mutual love (always holding hands), Meiko resolutely gave her verdict:
"You guys cannot tell anyone that you are siblings, or I will be forced, with deep pain, to exile you guys of Ateliesta forever; You guys are my proteges, I'm eternally in debt to you, Len… Yes, Bakaito, also with you, you finished? And I'm sure that what you both feel, immoral or not, is sincere... And therefore, you deserve to be happy in this rest of life that you have left in this world."
And that's how Meiko assured the coming tranquility of Rin and Len in this place, to the point that, if someone revise the records of the census of Ateliesta of the seventeenth century, (if there's something that survived), perhaps you could see the list of the names of "Len and Rin Kagamine. From Asmodín. Degree of kinship: Cousins"
Kaito had simply shook his head at all of this. He didn't deny that he had a hard time accepting it, but… Len had become his friend. Thanks to him, Meiko was happy and free with him in his home: "Maybe God forgive us, but we cannot do anything, it's love, as sincere as ours", that was his mantra from now on. Meiko had quickly accepted it, she said that it was very pleasant to her to live other people's loves, and if it was sinful… Well, even better. He knew her enough and those oddities of Meiko have only made him loved her more.
—What is the surprise you told me you had for me?
—Huh? Surprise? What are you talking about? —He was dizzy from sleep.
—Don't you remember, Bakaito? You told me that last night while you were making me the "Naked Scarf": "Be prepared because I have a surprise for you, you will know it tomorrow". It's already tomorrow. What is it? —Ugh… Kaito remembered that Meiko would be getting… irritable if she didn't have her wine glass freshly made or he, Len and Rin would bear 57 Kg of pure anger. Sensing the danger, Kaito stuttered:
—Eh… That… What was? Oh yeah! Do you remember the country of Alsace, right? Well… I must go visit my cousins… Kikaito and Nigaito, who have scarlet fever and…—With the sullen face that Meiko was beginning to put, he hastened to add: —. Di-did you know that Alsace is the beer's world producer? If we go… We could even get that famous cold sake! What do you say?
Meiko became livid. Kaito closed his eyes, waiting for the bomb to explode and she throw him into the stratosphere. He opened one eye… Meiko's annoyed face turned into a serene smile. Upon hearing the word "Sake", she calmed down. She kissed her husband softly and got up quietly, completely naked, to the bathroom. The poor guy stayed where he was.
—Nee, Bakaito…—Meiko said cheerfully from inside the room, where the hot water was already running—. Would you be so kind as to rub my back?
—Su-sure! —Kaito jumped from the bed with eyes shining with lust—. Anything else, my lady Mei-chan?
—Ehmm… yes. Could you then do to me a foot massage?
…
By the middle of that month, the field was completely covered with leaves of different colors, children hit the necks of passers-by with pinecones falling from the trees from their slingshots. The townsfolks took the fat turkeys and geese to the slaughterhouse to fill them with apples, raisins and plums. The sacristy threw its usual twelve bells in the air to inform about the status of the preparations.
In Ateliesta the Harvest Festival (1) was held every so often, a celebration that was held to give thanks to the gods for the food received from the summer harvest. During all that week the inhabitants of the town clashed their vases full of beer and cider, dancing and telling stories of terror by the fire; The story of the Duke of Venomania and his mysterious murderer became a favorite at that time. On the doors and altars, were placed sheaves of wheat, enormous pumpkins and enigmatic figures made of hay (2).
After a caramel apple and throwing stones at the lake, the two couples took separate paths. Meiko dragged Kaito to a kind of tent, because she wanted, according to her, "show him a gypsy trick". In that, Rin and Len also left. Holding hands, they crossed the east side of the hill. Len led her down another path to a field of long, narrow hay that seemed untouched. The afternoon light bathed everything with dusty rays, and the butterflies around traced random patterns.
Since the wedding of Meiko and Kaito, where everything became clear, the twins became practically inseparable. At night Rin used to sneak into Len's room or he would go to her instead, to spend the night together. Some mornings, Len carried her in his lap and on Innovator's back they had romantic walks to the countryside. Some afternoons they took long walks through the woods, in which Len taught her the name of various flowers and mushrooms, their uses, and taught her to distinguish sounds of the woods… Not only spells and curses are the warlocks known, you know? Between lesson and lesson, Len stole her a furtive kiss when she was distracted.
They decided to sit down to rest in the shade of a flowering Broom (3), which had already covered the floor with a slight yellow rain. They stayed talking, laughing at Kaito's jokes and other things. They ended up leaning on the grass to see the pink shadows of the clouds that would remind the reader of the cotton candy.
The pinches of cold made them get closer to each other. Len put his arms around her, placed the fingers of his left hand on her cheek and brought her face close to him. His twin smiled broadly, giving him her full permission to continue. He began to kiss her, gently, without haste, as if he was afraid to hurt her. After five minutes, Rin was about to faint; she had the feeling that she was somewhere between a dream and reality, excited in a way she would never have imagined, excited in a way that gave meaning to all the romantic plays she had read and performed in the Conservatoire...
She soon realized that, perhaps unconsciously, Len had leaned on her; She felt the blond man's chest against her. The kiss was still innocent, but the hands already thought something different: the girl felt the hands of her brother perch on her waist, sliding to the hips, bringing her closer to him. Her cheeks burned. Her heart was beating painfully hard, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Everything was great, wonderful, actually… Without knowing exactly what or why she was doing it, she touched Len down there… And she noticed how hard he was. It was like touching a stone, but the stone wouldn't have throbbed under her fingers as if it was a second heart… That made her blush more than ever.
—Len… —She managed to articulate.
She really wanted to be alone with Len somewhere, where she could unleash all the ardor she felt, shed her clothes and slide them to the floor, meet her brother's blue eyes and surrender completely to him, but… There was also doubt and insecurity in her. Although the memory of Duke Gakupo had become blurred and fuzzy like fog, she still had some fear and terror at the idea of making love. She had the misfortune to know sex against her will… Now that she had the opportunity to know the true expression of physically merging with a man, someone that she loved, the past anxieties had restrained her… And she felt very bad about it. Len wasn't blame her for any of that and he was very sympathetic with that theme not getting further from the kisses… but she knew that he was also desirous of her. Oh, how she longed to please him, but there was still one last push for it.
The blond man left Rin's hand there for a moment, but then he took it and kissed her palm with devotion.
—Enough for now.
—Why?
—Because I won't be able to stop without being kicked.
Rin looked at him with such an expression of strangeness that Len laughed.
—It doesn't matter, Rin. It's just that I want everything to go great the first time we make love, without nettles bothering us, or that snotty children show up at the crucial moment. I want you to enjoy as much as possible, not to be scared or feel uncomfortable. Understand?
Completely blushed, Rin nodded. They sat down again, this time in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. Hesitantly, Rin slid her hand to grasp Len's hand that rested beside her. The boy looked at her and a slightly mischievous smile crossed his face…
—Look out…!
A scream and something crossed the air. Two seconds later, a fruit cake with cream smashed hard on Len's face. Rin was surprised. Where did it come from? Len, stunned, removed the cake from his head: All his face and some hair were covered in cream and even a cherry had been hanging right in his nose. He looked like a clown. After the stupor, Rin burst out laughing on the floor.
—Rin!
—I'm sorry! Just look at you! You look like a circus clown! —Rin exclaimed, clutching her stomach, almost choking on her own laugh; Len puffed up his cheeks and looked at her with feigned reproach and fury. In that appeared a little girl of apparent eight years, with black hair in two pig tails and gray uniform approached them with a rueful expression. She had a tray in his hand.
—Gomenasai! I wanted to give that cake to Mr. Kiyoteru and Poochie Miku made it slip out of my hands! Are you okay, sir? —The little girl asked with tears in the tender little eyes. Oh God, how could he get angry with such a lovely little girl? Even with his face full of cream, Len laughed.
—I'm fine, don't worry—Len replied, brushing some cream out of his mouth—But for the next time… try not to throw the cake like a projectile, okay? —The little girl joined in his laughter, relieved—. What's your name?
—My name is Yuki Kaai! —the little girl said cheerfully—, I came with the other children today to spend the Festival. Mr. Kiyoteru is our caretaker, he's very good to me, that's why I wanted to give him a cake…
—Yuki! Come here, we're leaving! —A man's voice called her. A tall man with dark hair and glasses waved his hand in their direction.
—Mr. Kiyoteru! —exclaimed the little girl excitedly—. Goodbye! I'm sorry for the projectile! —And she left laughing and jumping to the young man, who took her by the hand along with other children who played hopscotch in a vacant lot.
That's when Len and Rin noticed: The gray uniform, a caretaker, many children with the same uniform and with nuns around…
—She's an orphan, like us—Rin mused.
Len nodded.
They remained silent, both with their eyes fixed on the same spot. The cries of the children in the field reached their ears in a very distant way, as if they were a kilometer away and not a few meters away. Rin picked up her legs and hugged her knees. Len stared at two-year-old little boys playing in the sand.
Once they were like them, two homeless children.
…
The hours of the afternoon in Asmodín in that time could be defined with a single word: Massacre.
Two burly men entered the little house made of wood and straw, dragging with a white sheet the lifeless bodies of a young man and woman with blond hair and blue eyes. Their faces, arms and legs were disfigured by horrible purple pustules. A mortal pallor was crossing their faces and their eyes were fixed on who looked at them.
Two children, a boy and a girl, remained motionless, hugging themselves watching with horror and stupefaction all the heartbreaking scene. They watched as their parents were thrown into a cart to carry hay, already full of other corpses. Their mother's hand, full of purple welts, protruded from the white cloth. The little girl broke down crying.
—Don't cry, Rin… Everything will be fine—whispered the little boy, as he struggled not to let out those rebellious tears that threatened to slide down his cheeks… He couldn't show weakness. He must be strong. He must be strong for Rin.
—That is all? — The sheriff Big Al asked to the locals.
—Almost— A woodcutter answered. —The Kagamine couple died… but their children didn't, they are here—And he pointed with his ax to the little ones who were in a corner.
—Humm… Are they infected?
—No, sir. They have no trace of smallpox. We've already checked them.
Big Al scratched his chin thoughtfully. What should he do? If they had signs of the disease, even a slight sign of fever, in that case, the siblings Len and Rin Kagamine would be condemned to death at the stake… But they weren't sick. There was no reason to kill them if they were healthy… He had to think of something else.
—Let's see if Sister Kaiko can accept some more children—He said at last.
He called the children, who were reluctant to move forward. They had to push them to him. He picked up Rin and placed her on top of his steed, then he did the same with Len. He spurred the animal and walked slowly, among the cries of the mob, the houses marked with a cross made of blood to warn visitors. The screams of the prisoners and volunteers cross the darkness: "Take out your dead! Take out your dead!" while they passed with wheelbarrows, full of corpses. On the way they saw groups of people, dressed in rags, flagellating in public with chains, mallets and whips, invoking the name of God in the form of f horrible moans ... All that was too much for Rin, who sobbed in the saddle.
—I'm scared, Len. I'm really scared…
—Don't be afraid, Rin; I will never leave you alone—Len said, holding her hand to give her courage.
Soon they came to a huge building, dark and gloomy, isolated by a copse and flanked by towering black bars with spikes. Big Al released the rope and knocked three times on the lion-shaped knocker that was next to the door. They waited a few minutes. A light coming from a lamp was seen in the darkness and behind it a woman's face appeared, beautiful and kind, with eyes of the same color to her blue hair, something hidden behind the habits of a novice.
—Good evening, Big Al. Is something wrong?
—Sister Kaiko, I know you told me that you don't have space for more children and I understand… This epidemic turned out to be worse than we thought… But I have with me two children who have just lost their parents —said the sheriff pointing them—. They are called Len and Rin Kagamine. They're approximately nine years old.
—Oh my God! But what have we done to deserve this punishment? —Kaiko lamented, taking out the keys to open the gate—. Our Lord doesn't forget any of his children: We will try to find a place for them.
The sheriff lowered the children from the horse and left them at the feet of the novice. He said goodbye to her and after riding on his horse, he lost himself in the forest.
—Now come with me, little ones, the children and the sisters will want to meet you. Come, nothing will happen to you—She said encouraging them with a kind smile, because Len and Rin looked apprehensively at the light from the door. She took them by the hand and led them inside.
It was a large place, impeccably clean and bright, already full of people. In the long corridor came and went the maids wrapped in long aprons, talking with the caretakers and carrying trays of food and tons of dirty clothes. Here and there children ran, meandering among the pots and looking curiously at the newcomers. So much fuss and clutter scared the Kagamine children even more if possible.
—Let's go to the dining room now. You guys must be very hungry—Kaiko said sweetly, sympathetic for the luck of the little ones.
Although it was true that today she had received seven children with the same story, there was something in these children that made her even more tender… Their blond hair and their limpid blue eyes from which all their sorrows could be read. She served them some roast chicken with pieces of baked potatoes, because it was no secret that the orphanage housed almost 100 children, and some of them ate like beasts. Len ate a little and offered the rest to his sister, who ate it in teaspoons, with enough anguish.
When it was time to sleep, the novice took then to the boys' section. Luckily, she had found a free bed, but it was small and somewhat battered. She gave them some clothes and Rin hugged an old teddy bear that had a ribbon on its head like hers.
—Well, for today I'll put you guys together, while we find an extra bed in the girls' sector. Today you guys will have to share a bed, but from tomorrow, Rin will sleep with the girls—Kaiko said, sitting them on the bed—. Now, let's pray, shall we?
—Why should we pray, if God took our parents, when they didn't do anything wrong? —Len asked, hurt—. They didn't do anything, and he took them away! He killed them! They left us!
—That's not true, Len— Kaiko muttered, somewhat worried about the blasphemy of the child— Your parents are not here… But they're here now—And She put her hands on the children's chest—. The people who leave us when they die, they don't really abandon us, they simply move to our hearts. Your parents are no longer going to suffer that horrible disease; Now they are in Paradise. A place full of happiness that our Lord gives to people. Someday, you guys will also be there…
A branch scratched the window of the room. A fragment of moon was drawn on the glass. The little chandelier on the bedside table had already gone out, but there were still spirals of smoke floating in the air. It had been several minutes since Sister Kaiko had left. Len and Rin were awake, lying on the narrow bunk, facing each other. The dream wasn't coming yet. Rin couldn't stop calling their parents, even though she knew that no matter how many she called, they would never come, they just moved more and more away from them in abysmal darkness. The blue eyes of both, fixed and unseeing, were nailed to her, frightening her. But then she remembered that Len was there. Her dear older brother would always be there to defend her.
Len tried to calm down, but he felt no sadness, the only thing that dominated the still innocent and intact soul of the child was a dull hatred of fate. Why? Why did it happen to them? Sister Kaiko's response, although it was sincere, didn't leave him satisfied. Their parents, despite the poverty, took care of them and made them happy… they were gone. Now they were alone. They, two nine-year-old children abandoned to their fate in the huge and gloomy world, who was cold and hostile. His eyes filled with pain at the sad face of his twin. He could defend her against the monsters of the barn, but not against this.
—Len…—Rin whispered, pulling him out of his thoughts—. What is going to happen now?
The blond little boy remained silent for a moment, only to say—: I don't know, Rin. —Seeing the sad face of the girl, he continued: —. I don't know what's going to happen from now on, but I'm sure of something…—The little girl looked at him again. —. We will always be together. I will always protect you.
—Always?
The blond child entwined his hand with the girl's, holding her. He smiled at her—Always.
With those words, Rin felt calmer. He snuggled closer to Len, so she could doze. The boy stayed stroking her hair and her ribbon; and when he noticed that Rin finally fell asleep, he reached inside his shirt and pulled out a round bright yellow locket around his neck with a string. Remembering the final words of his mother: "Promise me, Len… Promise me that you will always protect Rin… Protect her from all evil and always be together..." Len opened the golden doors, admiring the tiny photo and the words carved there.
"ANIMA MEA TUA EST". "There is no doubt that I would give my soul for yours, Rin"
A very strong storm fell that had made those who attended the festival run terrified to their homes or stores. As the rain turned stronger and was hitting people's heads, Len's concern for Rin kept rising. Meiko and Kaito's house was a bit far away. So, he took her right to the new house he had bought for them both: It was a simple little house, with a small garden and a large backyard, whose large windows were almost hidden by the drab colored curtains. It was the first time Len had brought her there; they had thought that the boy would show it to her the next day, after Meiko and Kaito left town to Alsace. Without telling you lies, we will you how much Len spent for buy it: Two rubies and an emerald. Six years ago, it would have been impossible, but now with the small fortune, they had enough money to live on their own.
When the door was finally opened, the twins entered the dark hall, soaked to the feet and with broom petals on their faces, hair and clothes, because at the beginning of the storm, the broom tree was completely broken off, leaving them covered of petals. Len closed the door and switched on the gas lamp next to a small table. A pleasant golden glow illuminated the scene, revealing a small living room, already furnished with furniture and its fireplace. The rustic and simple aspect of the cottage enchanted Rin, because she vaguely saw in it their old house of Asmodín, with its thatched roof and concrete walls. With a giggle of joy, she touched everything that was around her, ecstatic with everything she saw. She looked like a little girl at Christmas. The blond man laughed, happy to see her like that.
—I wanted to look a little like our old home. You know, to rescue the good times we spent there.
Rin smiled him back. Before the tragedy of the epidemic, Rin and Len had a united family, poor indeed, but no less happy. In just one day they had lost everything and together they lived in the shadow of anchorites and nuns for a whole year. Suddenly she had the sensation of dreaming. Not that six years ago they didn't have a shirt to put on or a home to sleep in and now they had it? It was possible? Rin knew that it was and in part it was all thanks to Len. Thanks to Len's impulsiveness, they had a quiet and happy life, life smiled them once more and she felt as if that gift wasn't enough to thank him for everything he had done for her.
—I love it, it's wonderful all this—Rin said, approaching him timidly and wrapping her arms around his neck—. Thank you very much.
—Ehm…. I should say "You're welcome", but, the one with the idea was Kaito—Len muttered with a grimace. —, I think not only to eat a gallon of ice cream he's just good, hehe.
After an hour, it was clear that it wouldn't stop raining that night. After taking a warm bath to avoid a cold and put on clean clothes, they sat down to eat in the fireplace. They talked and laughed while they drank milk from the bowls and broke the bread.
—We knew that from Professor Lily: That the woman to whom we commissioned the suits and dresses for the presentations, whom we considered the best seamstress of Enbizaka (4), was the culprit of those murders. They said that she went crazy and that she is still regretting—Rin was saying.
So pleasant was the atmosphere and they felt so relaxed there snuggled on the sofa… that before they knew it, they were kissing between the pillows. When they realized this, they blushed and had reddened lips.
—So… Are we going to sleep now? I think we'll have to stay the night here—Len muttered, sure that if he continued like this, his little self-control and the little sanity that was left would go to the pipe.
—Eh… Okay—Rin said uncomfortably, trying to get up. —. Where will I sleep?
…
—Don't blame me for the color of the walls, because that's how they gave it to me—Len said with a grimace of disgust at seeing the walls of a dark and sinister green that caused him slight nausea.
He lit the other chandelier in the room, revealing a large room, with its wardrobe and its tables, a footstool in one corner and a large bed with the sheets already a little yellowed by age, but clean. The window was somewhat closed and there was a fragment from outside, battered by the rain.
—It's okay…—Rin muttered, pretending to straighten the sheets so she wouldn't have to look at him. She was nervous—, It just need a little of the feminine touch.
—Yeah, the feminine touch—Len said smiling mockingly. He ran his hand through his rebellious hair and scratched the back of his neck—. And… Do you like it?
—I told you, Len, that I love it. You don't need to keep asking me that—Rin replied with some annoyance.
—Fine, I just wanted to know— Len replied, somewhat defensively—, your opinion matters to me, you know?
—Well, you already know.
Len's expression of annoyance became one of bewilderment. A few seconds later, Rin was also surprised. Shortly before, in the living room, they had been so good, talking and laughing… Until the moment when, in the heat of the situation, they found themselves one under the other on the sofa. And now they were arguing over some nonsense? What was happening?
—Sorry, I shouldn't have talked you like that—the blonde whispered and looking embarrassed at the floor.
—It's okay. We're tired, that's all… I think it's time to go to sleep. —Len said languidly. He kissed his sister on the forehead, muttering a "Good night" and turned, ready to go to the door. With his hand on the doorknob, he turned again to see Rin's small soft hand on his wrist.
—Wa-wait! —Rin stammered, with a little voice ravaged by modesty—. Can you stay… tonight with me? —Her sad expression had brought to Len vague memories of childhood, like ghosts walking through the room now…
—I don't think there are monsters in the closet, Rin—Len whispered in a vain attempt to relax the enraged atmosphere—, don't you think it's a little childish, princess?
Rin had no idea why she had said that… It even sounded stupid. Did she ask Len to stay? He can barely be controlled. If he stays, cannot something happen? Wouldn't it be more prudent to let him go to his room? She just stared at him, not knowing what to say or do.
Everything had been silent in the room. It didn't hear anything, until the breaths themselves became tiny. The glances of both showed so many contradictory and conflicting feelings: love, affection, desire, passion… but also, insecurity, panic, fear and uncertainty.
Len heard again the moans of his little sister, under the body of the Duke, resounding in his ears, returning a sense of hatred and helplessness. He clenched his fists and looked at the floor, wondering if he could handle it. Would the Duke continue to annoy him even after dead? Nervous, Rin turned her eyes and stared at the balcony window. Len looked up to see the fragile figure of his sister, her small and delicate body, wrapped in the innocent white nightgown… He longed to wrapped her with his arms, take her to the bed and show her with that action all the love he felt for her… but at the same time he's afraid of hurting her. Fear that Rin is get scared of him and comes to compare him with the Duke. Compare him with him...!
Rin watched as each of the street and house's lights dimmed one after the other, with a lump in her throat. As much as she wanted to turn around, throw herself into Len's arms and abandon herself... something made her doubt, stay stuck where she was. She was sure of loving Len and of being reciprocated. She wanted to thank him for everything he had done for her in the most special way… and despite all the above, she's afraid. Why? She still has doubts about the unknown that opens before her, of be hurt again, that what he's offering her be too much for her…
As a child, she feared monsters in the closet and those who hid from under the bed. Now she fears the monsters that inhabit her heart and fill her with doubts and fears… And unfortunately, her knight can't rescue her from herself. She closed her eyes.
Then she felt arms gently encircle her waist and a body pressed to her back, exerting gentle pressure. The girl shuddered and clung to those arms that held her close. She felt a head settle on her shoulder and sigh. She moved her head to pose it next to his. They didn't say anything. It wasn't necessary to talk, because among them they could clearly guess what they were thinking. Once again, we refer "twins' telepathy". The tension was at its peak. A single movement and that would end everything...
…The only light from the small candle already consumed gave a last sizzle and went out.
Rin turned slowly, finding herself in the darkness with those blue eyes so identical to her own, staring at her… She steeled herself and placed her hands on her brother's cheeks, caressing them with the tips of her fingers. Len's arms that were already at her waist slid up to her back, leaving a trail of warmth behind him. They closed their eyes and put their foreheads together, without saying a word. They approached slowly, and their lips met, savoring the delicious and forbidden nectar of sin that flowed from both for the umpteenth time.
Rin's hands placed on his head and untied the black ribbon with which Len usually made his ponytail, letting his long hair fall to his shoulders. He looked very handsome in that way, like an exact copy of herself. Len gently licked her lower lip, asking permission to enter, and the girl allowed him, opening her mouth a little more, feeling her brother's tongue tangled with her, letting out small moans. After several minutes, they separated, panting, but not satisfied. Without stopping, Len attacked her fragile neck, kissing and licking it, not daring to bite her flesh, afraid of hurting her. Rin didn't stop sighing, if it was not that Len was holding her by the waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.
She couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't wait any longer. If they stopped now, they could not continue, and they would stay that way. She separated from the blond man and with a timid gesture, she guided him towards the bed. Although Rin's legs were shaking, she kept going. They sat facing each other, their noses brushing, and their breathing agitated.
—We can stop… if you want. —Len managed to articulate among the agitation.
—No…—Rin whispered, shaking her head, almost at the edge of her tachycardia—. Don't stop… Not tonight. Help me, Len… help me forget. To forget all the bad things that he did to me. I know you can do it. I want to forget, Len…
—My princess …—Len murmured taking her face in his hands. So beautiful she looked, so innocent… The princess had given an order that he would comply without question: He would do what was necessary to help her forget… He would erase all marks, all signs, all traces of the Duke of Venomania from her body.
Len approached and kissed her again, gently, lovingly, to show her that he truly loved her and didn't dare to compare him to Gakupo. Longing for more, Rin wrapped her hands around Len's neck and kissed him back impatiently; once again the tongues met and fought to dominate each other. A delicious tingling ran through the body to the belly, urging them to continue. Rin felt that she was slowly falling backwards, with Len on top of her, as on the hill, as on the sofa… but this time, there would be no going back.
With shaking hands, Rin struggled to undo Len's yellow tie, tearing it. Kissing her passionately, Len unbuttoned his black vest and threw it away, where it would meet in a pile of clothes on the floor. Soon they did the same with the white shirt, revealing his narrow torso. Len's kisses were already down along the jaw, to continue to follow the work started in her throat, this time biting in some places carefully, leaving visible marks of his passion. He was making it very clear to Gakupo (That in Hell he rests), that Rin is only his and no one else's. He slid his hand along Rin's leg, passing under the white nightgown, stroking the small, beautiful thigh, earning moans from his little sister against his ear.
—Len… Oh, Len… Don't stop… —Rin sighed as she gently caressed her brother's chest and back, who smiled: Nothing like that could ignite the former servant more.
Len wanting more, slipped the straps of the winter nightgown down her shoulders, frantically kissing the skin he was discovering; Rin gasped when Len smashed his mouth against her collarbone. She knew what was coming next and blushed enormously, trembling without being able to control it. Len noticed her and stroked her cheek calmly, kissing her forehead tenderly, soothing her. Rin nodded, and Len slipped the white cloth, exposing his twin's breasts. They were small, but adorable, with the pink nipples already erect.
—You are so beautiful, Rin…—The blond man whispered, ecstatic and lost with what was he seeing, and the girl couldn't help but blush with pleasure.
Len leaned over them, kissing them first gently, stroking them with the tips of his fingers, seeing his sister in the eyes. Soon the level of intensity increased, massaging them alternately, while playing with the nipples, squeezing and stretching them, nibbling and sucking them like a puppy looking for milk, sighing the name of her again and again while she wasn't stop whispering his name between groans of joy. It was wonderful to hear her.
—Len… Len…—She pleaded, arching her back, almost screaming, urging him to take what belonged.
—Rin…
He kept sliding the cloth to her legs and pulling it out at the end, he threw it to the ground away. He sat up to see her better: Rin's body, small and delicate, wearing only the petticoats, stood out in the gloom, with the moonlight showing pearly reflections from her skin, pearled with sweat. Her eyes were shining, and her damp blond hair was spilled over the brocade pillows… It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he smiled knowing that this little nymph belonged completely to him. He threw himself on her again to kiss her with passion and ardor, caressing her body with his hands and lips, erasing all previous signs and leaving only his.
Blinded with desire, Rin pushed Len leaving her on top of him. Astonished to have done it, she stayed a moment without knowing what to do. But instinct and goodwill came to help her, and she leaned over his chest, kissing him sweetly, while Len stroked her bare back. Her fingers trembled without being able to remedy it with the closing of the black pants. Finally, the pants were pulled out and thrown to the ground. Now her brother's erect and throbbing penis was visible, and Rin bit her lip, completely blushed… She wanted to make Len enjoy as much as he made her enjoy, but she didn't know if she could do it now. Talks about men with Meiko seemed… too strong for her. Doubt shook her mind, she felt insecure whether to do it or not. Maybe Len noticing her indecision, he pushed her back on the bed, kissing her fondly.
—No need—Len said with a smile—, we have a lifetime to give me back the favor.
Rin nodded, completely embarrassed, but her embarrassment turned into pleasure when she felt the hot mouth of the blond man coming down from her lips, up to her neck, kissing and caressing her breasts, up to her waist, exploring every corner of her person…—Len! —She shouted as she felt Len's lips on her stomach, going through her flat belly, making her tremble uncontrollably—. Don't stop... oh please, don't stop.
—As my princess ordered—Len said hoarsely, and as carefully as if he were deactivating an explosive, he slowly slid the petticoats so as not to frighten or disturb her, revealing Rin's sex, round and stony as a nut. The blonde's eyes were glazed with pleasure, excited at what was happening, that she felt no fear at all. Len first stroked a bit that area that had been hurt long ago and didn't want to be hurt again, then leaned over and put a kiss on the entrance of her sacred area, already wet and hot. Taking her twin's pleasure reaction as positive, he licked her vagina with sweetness and devotion, caring to not to hurt her, Rin's essence that accumulated over and over in his mouth was delicious. Between cries, Rin reached orgasm, arching her back and panting heavily, ecstatic, amazed, as if those sensations had never felt them before. She was desperate, she had the enormous urge to have Len inside her; She took his face in her hands and kissed him frantically, offering herself to him.
—I can't hold anymore—She whispered tremulously—. Please, Len, I need you… inside me.
—Rin…
The time had come. Len hugged Rin, holding her naked body against his, preparing her for what was to come. The blond man slid his penis into the twined entrance of his twin, with great care, through the inner walls, between groans of the young girl, who, for a moment, Rin thought she was a virgin again. Finally, the member entered completely, she felt no pain and smiled placidly, hugging Len.
There was nothing else. Rin let out a hoarse moan, and wrapped her legs around his brother's waist, trying to deepen more in contact and clung to his back. Len began to move in a gentle sway, carefully, inside and outside of her. Now they were one. Hip with hip, skin with skin. Their breathing shuddered, the feeling of being inside the other was so sublime, so intense, so wonderful. There was nothing else for Rin and for Len as they ran their hands over each other's skin, the fingertips, the mouth and the body. Their legs slid up and down, intertwining together in the rumpled sheets, their hands clinging desperately to each other's backs like castaways to a buoy; shouting their names as if it were the last day they would see each other. The fresh scent of rain that came from the open window mixed with the musk of sweat, libido and love.
Their mouths merged with each other. The ramming increased in intensity, with constant and rhythmic movements, rocking the bed with the force of the blows. Rin was writhing beneath him, giving everything to him as Len gave everything of himself in turn. The sheets on the bed were already wet from the mixed sweat. Len's strong hands tangled in her hair, holding her head as securely as his arms. Devouring her mouth, the blond man slid a hand over the curve of her hip, bringing her closer to him, and Rin cried louder than ever as he penetrated her more deeply.
—Len! Len!
—Rin!
Screams are hearing of her mouth as Len ramming her again and again; her muscles contracted so strongly, and her inner walls embraced his brother's manhood, feeling ready to explode. She gripped harder at him, a heartrending moan was rising from her throat. Between the gasps, moans, and cries of both, the rise of the storm was muffled. Faster… Harder… The movements were getting faster, deeper, more frantic now. Rin panted desperately, struggling beneath him. It was about to happen.
In a hoarse sound that echoed throughout the room, Len cum inside Rin, the young girl let out a heartbreaking moan, also reaching orgasm. She hugged her sweaty twin, trembling from the spasms, feeling the thick, hot liquid slip inside her. Without strength, she let go of her brother and fell on the bed, breathing heavily. For a few seconds she didn't know what had happened. When noticed it, a huge smile crossed her face. It was already done. At last she belonged to him, in every way.
Exhausted, Len came out of her interior carefully, tickling his little sister and collapsed beside her, struggling to normalize breathing. He smiled when he saw his little Rin breathing shakily by his side. He had done it: His princess was completely his and no one could take her from him now... She was now his woman and he was her husband. Now he understood Gakupo's words: "It's a powerful feeling, Len, to be the absolute owner of the nymph that you have under your power." Yes, it was a powerful feeling, but it wasn't a matter of having absolute power over Rin. Rin was free to love whoever she wanted, and she had chosen him.
—Rin… My Rin…—Len whispered between gasps, holding her possessively against his chest and kissing her forehead with love, as he grabbed the crumpled sheets to cover themselves—, I love you… I love you so much…
—And I love you too, Len—Rin whispered with a weary smile, hugging him more, feeling that new scent they had created together, that exquisite fragrance of man and woman that wouldn't be the last time that it would be smelled in that room, she thought with a giggle.
Outside it was still raining torrentially and with some thunder. Rin remembered herself as a child hid in the arms of her mother until they stopped hearing the lightnings. They still scared her a little, but after all the action tonight and with the dream that would come in, she wouldn't hear anything. She turned to see Len, who had already fallen asleep. So relaxed, the tenderness of childhood was drawn on his face. Excited, she kissed his sweaty forehead and fell asleep with a smile drawn on her face.
The times of happiness would begin.
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Author's Note:
(1) The Harvest festival was a festival of pagan origin where the Gods were thanked for the gift of abundance in the fields; It was usually celebrated between September and October. The Catholic Church adopted this holiday as well as others of pagan origin such as the Celtic Samhain (Halloween) for conversion purposes, which survived and were transformed into some modern festivities like the American Thanksgiving Day. In some regions of the Mediterranean some of these festivities remain where it is characterized by the waste of lamb meat and beef.
(2) The human figurines made of hay were part of the many pagan rituals of agricultural character in which it was believed that the spirits lived among the cereals.
(3) The Broom tree (Cytisus Oromediterraneus) is a tall shrub of European and African origin characterized by having multiple branches with abundant yellow flowers. It's mentioned in the Bible (Jeremiah 17: 5) as an allegory to spiritual dryness (Which made an interesting allegory on Len here). Curiously it was also called as "The Witches Tree" due to the use of its branches to make brooms and its leaves to enchantments (Again, related specially with Len)
(4) Rin refers to the song "The Tailorshop of Enbizaka", belonging to the Seven Sins Saga, representing envy and sung by Luka Megurine.