Esi's sister came to call him for his bath. He followed her slowly into the bathroom. She took a large clay pot and carefully filled it with water.
"Come on, Eis. Let's take a bath together to save water," she said softly, offering a gentle smile.
Eis hesitated. He stood there for a moment, puzzled, still lost in his thoughts about what she had just said.
Her smile faded, replaced by a look of sadness. "Don't tell me you don't want to because I'm ugly," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"No, Kaela, that's not it," Eis quickly replied, his voice strained. "Who said you were ugly? You look beautiful. Why do you say you're ugly?"
Kaela looked away, her eyes shimmering with tears. "Come on, Eis. You know the weird looks I get when I walk around.
Plus, you said it yourself multiple times, you wish you didn't have Mom and me."
Her face reflected all her hurt, and Eis felt a surge of anger and helplessness. He looked at her, his fists clenched, and cursed silently at the past owner of this body, at the ignorance and cruelty that had shaped him.
Within himself, he whispered bitterly, "You caused me so much pain. You made her feel like she was not enough. But I swear, I'll try to be stronger than you.
I won't let your weakness define me. Plus, I am already stronger than you, I mean, dude, you killed yourself." I got stoned to death; you can already see the difference. "
He looked into her eyes, trying not to sound cheesy, "You're beautiful just the way you are. Don't let anyone, not even the world, make you feel less. You matter more than they can ever see."
He took a deep breath, his voice trembling with genuine remorse. "Kaela, I know I've said things that hurt you, and I'm really sorry for that.
I was stupid, blind to your feelings, and I didn't realize how deeply my words could cut. I was so caught up in my own pain, I forgot to see how much you're hurting too.
But listen, I'm here now, and I want you to know that I'll always be in your corner. We're in this together, no matter what anyone says or does.
I swear, I'll do everything I can to protect you, to lift you, and to make sure you never feel alone. Because you're my sister, and I love you—more than I ever knew how to show before."
"Are you okay now? Let me help you undress," he said softly, his voice gentle with concern.
His hands moved carefully, helping to remove her dress with gentle ease. She didn't say anything, but a slow, genuine smile was already returning to her face, a sign that she felt safe and comforted in his presence.
The dress fell to the ground, and he looked down only to see her massive breasts. She looked and noticed where his eyes were looking. She just pressed them together and said, "You like them "in a sweet, playful voice
He looked at them for a few seconds and touched them, starting to massage them and play with her nipples. He put one nipple between his fingers and pinched it, and felt very satisfied.
"Mmm... ahhhnn," she murmured, a hint of confusion flickering across her face. "Eee... not so hard. I thought you were supposed to be using water to wash them," she said, glancing at him with a puzzled look. Her eyes searched his, trying to understand the unexpected tenderness in his actions.
"Ooh, sorry, I got carried away," he said softly. He carefully removed his clothes, then took a small clay plate and began pouring water gently over both of them
As he was still pouring water and playing with her breast, his little brother was already standing at attention. He went down to her pussy, which was dripping wet already. He went on his knees, spread her legs a little, and started licking and rubbing her clit with his tongue.
Eeee.....i..s she gasped as she felt his mouth on her pussy. "What are you doing? That's so dirty," she whispered, her voice trembling.
She wanted to pull his head away, to stop whatever was happening, but all her energy had been drained by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.
Her breath hitched as she gasped, "Eeeee... sss... aahhnn... what is this? It feels so hot," her words trembling with a mixture of shock and sensation. She moaned and gasped as she said this while holding his head
After only a few minutes, she held his head tighter, "eee...i..s something is coming ahhhhhhhhhhn."
After his sister released, he stood up and took a scoop from the clap pot.
Carefully, he splashed water on her, his expression earnest and sincere. "I cleaned it with my mouth," he explained softly, "the liquid that came out was dirty, so I was just trying to get it all out."
"Okay, Harry, we're going to be late for the ceremony," she said breathlessly, still panting from the exertion.
She looked around desperately for enough energy to get herself together, her eyes wide with a mix of urgency and anticipation.
The moment was slipping away, and she knew they couldn't afford to be late.
Even though he was hard and craving to trick her into giving him more, time was already up.
He settled for what he had, knowing pushing further might only cause trouble. From his memories, he recalled that the standards of this world were surprisingly low, many things that should have been taboo were simply ignored.
Their technology was primitive, a consequence of constant battles with the beasts that roamed freely.
In their relentless focus on fighting, they had long forgotten the moral values that had guided civilizations six thousand years ago.
These forgotten ideals now seemed distant, almost irrelevant in a world where survival was the only rule. He pondered how far they'd fallen from the principles of their ancestors, lost in chaos and conflict.