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Composing message:
TO: ___
SUBJ: You free today?
MSSG: Listen, I’m sorry about freaking out yesterday. I bet I made you feel like trash, too. I was supposed to be the older sister, set a good example for you, yet I failed us both. Can we talk about what happened yesterday? Whenever you feel is convenient. I made up my mind about it.
Send message?
[YES]
Sendi#^$#&--
-Goddamnit!
Carnelian couldn’t believe such treachery from her phone - no sooner had she input the recipient’s details and hit the “send” button that the device turned off with an error message and refused to come back to life. Seemingly, the treatment it received yesterday was the straw that broke its back; and now the Caprinae was out of options of reaching her younger sister. Annoyed and helpless, she slid down onto a bench near the medical office she had just emerged from; gripping her head by the horns with both her hands, she sighed, almost as if willing to give up. Should she look for her on her own? Wouldn’t that be creepy? She could probably be training right now… if she felt like it. “No way she would go out if she feels the way I suspect she does” - such is the grim conclusion Carnelian came to. But this also gave her an idea: look for your sister at your own dorm room! With newfound hope, she rushed all the way across the landship, but the sight that unfolded before her eyes upon reaching her destination was far from a pleasant one: the door was left ajar and Beeswax’s belongings were strewn all over the place. Furthermore, Beeswax’s bunk looked utterly demolished - fitting for someone having a mental breakdown. The air was stiff and stale, the clothes lying haphazardly. And yet, Carnelian’s side of the room was hardly touched: only the slightly wrinkled bed sheets and a chair moved to the side of the table signified any sort of intrusion. The older argali looked around the room haphazardly, looking for any clues that may point to her location: signs, notes, writings… All fruitless. Her best shot at reconciling with her sister - could she still call her sister at this point? - failed. In desperation, and not knowing where else to put herself, she dragged her own body out of the room and slouched towards any places she could think of where Beeswax could be. But neither the training facility, nor the cafeteria or the garden area had any traces of her - and no one seemed to remember where she went. There was lots of gossip about the two falling out, but in her current, almost defeated state Carnelian could hardly muster any strength to pay attention to it. Another visit to the cafeteria prompted her to order a cup of black coffee and fall down onto the nearest available chair, utterly at a loss for what to do.
-Oh, sister… I’m sorry I’m such a bad sibling…
She didn’t notice how her lips started muttering on her own. And though she addressed her kin a lot, her words weren’t really aimed at anyone - rather, they escaped into the air and dissipated almost instantly, as if the sender herself didn’t want anyone to hear them - not even her dearest sister.
-I’m sorry… I couldn’t adapt to the new environment that you have lived in. I promised to take good care of you, yet I let us both down. If only I could say these words to you… Hey, remember when we were young? Back in our tribe’s village, we would go out to hike towards the summit of a hill closest to us. We’d do it whenever we needed to - be it for gossip, for teaching one another or for confessing secrets. And we would watch the sunset, and…
A sudden realization hit her. Wasting not a moment, she leaped up, coffee in hand, and sprinted towards the final location she suspected Beeswax to be at.
-The roof of the landship! She has to be there! The sunset… The sun is due to set now!
Hurriedly finishing her drink (and spilling some of it on her coat), she threw the empty can away and leaped up the stairs. She felt like she was about to fly, being discontent with the limitations of her legs; her heart was pounding, every second felt like an hour separating her and the object of her desire, every railing and door an obstacle that dragged her back. The last flight of stairs, the last door to the roof–
-SISTER!!
A faintly visible horned silhouette turned around, witnessing the heavily panting Caprinae locked in a stare at her, the one she called out. Beeswax, coated in gold by the setting sun, could only leave her mouth agape and freeze in place - yet that was not a problem; her tiredness seemingly gone, Carnelian sprinted one last time towards her, and embraced her as tightly as possible, causing both of them to kneel over and against the guard railing.
-Oh my gods, Beeswax! Are you alright? Are you hurt?
-Bweeeeh, stop clutching me so hard, sis…
Beeswax didn’t seem fazed by her appearance, but only because the sight of a star setting beneath the horizon seemed to calm her down. Realizing she would probably choke her if she carried on like that, Carnelian released her, instead opting for holding her by the shoulders.
-Thank the gods… You look alright. I– I’m sorry I abandoned you. It was rude of me and I’m terrible and I should apologize and–
-It’s alright, sis. Calm down. I’m feeling better, now that you’re here~
The older sister couldn’t help but hug her again, this time making sure not to clasp her down too hard. In response, the youngling hugged her by the neck. Short breaths and whimpers soon reached Beeswax’s ears as she felt the warmth of Carnelian’s tears hitting her shoulders. Saying not a word, she patted her on the head, trying to calm her down.
-I’m sorry I did that yesterday. It was sudden and I understand why you ran away.
-No… I gave it a long thought, actually.
Her tears drying up, Carnelian unshackled herself from her sister’s embrace, her hand gently tracing the fine contours of Beeswax’s young face.
-This place is weird - far beyond the comprehension of an outsider like me. But I realized something: you have already adapted to it. You poured your heart and soul into that confession… It was my fault I never saw you for the serious girl you’ve become… So I am the one that has to adapt to it, in the end. And so…
She grabbed the confused youngling by the chin, her big and index finger neatly locking her face right before her own. She leaned in closer - much closer than any of them have up until yesterday - and whispered:
-Ich lieb dich, Beeswax.
The two sisters locked lips, for the second time in their lives - and this time, it was Beeswax’s turn to be shocked. It felt surreal to her, despite her doing the exact same thing just the other day. For Carnelian to return her feelings so earnestly, and to her own flesh and blood, no less… Beeswax had little hopes for her confession working out - she planned to live with this shameful adoration and take it to her grave, but evidently, fate saw to it that her plans went awry. Coming back to her senses, she felt the tongue of her elder sister penetrating her own mouth, and let it slide in effortlessly; her arms and legs wrapped around her sister’s neck and lower torso respectively, the little squirt embraced her tightly and wholeheartedly. Neither of them wished for this moment to end, neither wanted to break the kiss and move somewhere warmer, even though the chill of Lungmenese dusk started settling in. In the end, however, the warmth of the two’s bodies was not enough to stave off the dropping temperature; and so, with a little bit of effort–
-Bweh, Carnelian!
The older sister picked the younger one and princess-carried her back to their dorm room…
-Fweh… we made it. Just in time, too - I was beginning to freeze to death… Stupid Carnelian, mouuu~
-Well, it’s not my fault you looked so gosh darn adorable in the setting sun, heehee!
The two seemed to be at ease; Beeswax, due to having thrashed her bed earlier, laid down on her sister’s, while the owner of the bunk took off the now spoiled coat and threw it in the laundry basket. Her torso was more visible now, a beige shoulderless top accentuating her firm figure and revealing the parts of her body that Beeswax could only dream to see before; the onlooker turned her head away in shame and bashfulness, only to be mocked by her older sister.
-Hey now, cutie. No need to feel shy - I’m adapting to our new environment~
Her smugly proclaiming that, coupled with her calling Beeswax something a name she wasn’t used to yet, caused the younger one to turn and see Carnelian presenting herself to her, hands on hips, head slightly tilted, a self-satisfied and smug grin decorating her face full of lust.
-Woah…
Beeswax could only say so much - emotions overwhelmed her as a scenario she only entertained herself with in her dreams unfolded right before her, as real as it could get; sitting up on the bed, she reached her hand out to her, greeted by Carnelian’s own. The two fell down on the bunk bed together, eyes locked in each other’s, staring each other down in anticipation of something so sacred, yet so sacrilegious… The first to make her move was the younger one - despite the older sister showing firmer resolve, Beeswax gently stroked her on the breasts, causing both of them to giggle nervously.
-Is it… okay if I do it?
-Absolutely. We’re sisters, after all, haha~
She then proceeded to explore Carnelian’s body, hesitant at first, yet gaining more composure and courage as she went on; soon after, she was already removing her partner’s top. To her surprise, Carnelian did not wear bras, so her tits were on full display; now in an erotic haze, she reached out and grabbed them, gently massaging them and even giving her nipples a lick and a pinch every now and then. Neither of them could believe this was happening, yet both were eager to please each other. Carnelian’s moans prompted Beeswax to keep up the pressure, but not before the older one took care of something she thought was in the way of fun - namely, the adorably oversized cloak and the elegant clothing underneath it that the li’l squirt liked to wear. Gently, as if afraid of breaking a statue, she removed the layers of clothing off her object of desire, revealing to herself the developing body of a young, prime Caprinae; the dark bronze skin lit up in the rays of gold from the setting sun, her perky A-cups and curving hips shaping her up to grow into a fine woman. Yet the older one was not willing to hurry things along - it was a sight she saw way too often in the shower rooms, yet one she didn’t enjoy nearly as much as she did in that moment. Almost ready to salivate all over her, she wiped her lips with the middle and ring finger, looking up and down her flesh-and-blood sister like some sort of a predator willing to devour her; and devour her she would, though not in an unpleasant way. She slid the salivated fingers down from Beeswax’s inviting chest to her abdomen and even lower, leaving a trace of her own markings, coupled with those of her kisses, before her fingers could finally sense the warmth emanating from her younger kin’s soaking wet vagina. A barely audible “you ready?” escaped her lips, and at the same time she thrust the tips of her fingers into her partner’s pussy, rubbing just below the clitoris, occasionally swiping around the outer lips as well. The more Beeswax moaned, the further into her nether region Carnelian thrusted her fingers - a feedback loop was thus established, not entirely coincidentally by the latter’s design. A wave of heat washed over the two sisters, united in their thoughts: “I’m doing this to my sibling, my flesh-and-blood sister… The gods are surely enraged at us… But I don’t care, for I have you–”
-Carnelian!
-Beeswax!
The two cried out each other’s names, and in a motion of divine pleasure Beeswax released her love juices onto Carnelian’s hand and bed. Licking the fluids off her hand akin to a cat, the older one took off her own skirt and panties, revealing a soaking sacred place of her own - and then she laid down opposite of her younger sister, head of one situated against another’s pussy.
-You know what a “sixty-nine” is, right?
Beeswax’s reply was silent, yet she did not falter - she climbed atop her sister’s body and pressed up her hips against her face, Carnelian’s hands helping adjust her positioning; Beeswax herself spread the legs of her older kin apart, revealing what felt to her was the most sacred treasure she could find in this Catastrophe-ridden world. The two then proceeded to dine on each other, eating and thrusting into each other’s vaginas, their moans muffled by the wet lips of each other’s “sacred treasures”. With each movement, each thrust, each lick, the two felt like they were ever closer to heaven; yet neither was sated. Oooh, far away was their peak of satisfaction! Beeswax, the daring li’l squirt, decided to play dirty and thrust her fingers inside her sister’s pussy, as a playful payback to the pleasant torture she endured from her earlier; Carnelian’s instantaneous moans meant that she succeeded. The two ate away at each other’s pussies, wave after wave of heretofore unheard of pleasure dragging them deeper into the abyss of sinful lust and pleasure; finally, the pressure of incestuous love could no longer be tolerated, and both sisters exploded in a fountain of divine adoration for each other. Their moans, their cries for each other, their fluids filled the room with the aroma of pure love, as pure and as sinful as love between siblings could get. The two, having lost all their power in such a vigorous display of affection, collapsed on the bed, cuddling each other. The two were finally at ease, both with themselves and each other. There was no turning back from this unlawful relationship, yet neither of the sisters seemed to care. Both had each other, both embraced each other - and both would surely support each other, no matter how weird it would get from then on.
–Some time later–
You have (1) new message
FROM: Meine liebe (Beeswax)
SUBJ: Our future (and traditions)! ~~☆
MSSG: Hi, love! I’ve been digging through the library here at Rhodes and I came across a cultural guide to the tribes of Sargon. It says here that some tribes whose members had horns used to wear ceremonial horn rings as a sign of engagement. And considering that we’ve been together this long… Would you wanna marry me~?
