Becoming the King of A New Filthy World

Chapter 246 Chapter 246: Is it okay! [R-18+]

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Hesitation hung in the air as Ellie gathered her courage, her fingers playing with the edge of her shirt as she began to respond, "Yeah... It's okay, brother." Her voice was soft, almost fragile, revealing the vulnerability that lay beneath her words.

Relief cascaded over me like a warm embrace as I sought confirmation, my voice tinged with hope, "Really?"

She nodded, her eyes darting away briefly before returning to meet mine. In that moment, her gaze was a complex tapestry of emotions, a mixture of vulnerability and trust, like an open book for me to read. "Yeah, I... I'm really okay."

Despite her reassurance, a lingering doubt danced in the air. I wanted to bridge that gap, to offer tangible proof of her well-being. "I can tell if you're lying by touching it with my hand," I whispered, my words carrying a sense of intimacy and understanding.

My hand, warm and reassuring, began its slow journey along her body. Starting at the bottom, I trailed my fingers with deliberate tenderness, mapping a path upward. With each stroke, it was as if I could feel the passage of time, the subtle nuances of her growth and maturation. It was a stark contrast from the younger Ellie, who would have giggled at the ticklish sensation. Now, her cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink, her embarrassment palpable in the way her body tensed and her breath hitched.

To my surprise, however, she didn't pull away or reject my touch. Did she somehow understand my true intentions? When Ellie used to crawl into my bed as a child, I would hold her protectively, embracing the innocent simplicity of sibling affection. But tonight, things were different. I found myself caressing the contours of Ellie's body, exploring uncharted territory.

"It doesn't feel really cold," I commented, my palm gently resting on top of her pajamas, just above her right breast. "And Ellie, you're all grown up now."

Beneath my touch, Ellie shifted slightly, a subtle interplay of discomfort and anticipation dancing across her features. The unspoken tension in the room was palpable, as I grappled with a question that had emerged from the depths of my curiosity, one that hung in the air like a fragile thread, waiting to be acknowledged.

With a gentle and reassuring tone, I encouraged her, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, Ellie."

She hesitated for a moment, her voice trembling as she finally responded, "Brother..."

But my curiosity persisted, guided by a genuine concern for her well-being. "Why is that, Ellie? Why have you never kissed anyone before?"

Taking a deep breath, she confessed, her vulnerability laid bare, "Never. Not once. It's the first time I've ever kissed someone, and it's my own brother."

The weight of her revelation settled in the room, a silence punctuated only by our shallow breaths. Curiosity had now transformed into something deeper, mingling with a sense of protectiveness and a growing understanding of the complexity of our relationship.

Her words left me both moved and conflicted, as I contemplated the reasons behind her confession. "Why is it, Ellie?" I pressed gently, wanting to understand more.

A vulnerable pause followed, the seconds stretching into an eternity, before she admitted, her voice filled with raw honesty, "That's because... I have no interest in men other than my brother."

The implications of her statement hung heavily in the air, forging a connection that was as profound as it was intricate. In that moment, it became clear that our bond, once rooted in childhood affection, had evolved into something far more intricate and challenging, leaving us to navigate uncharted emotional waters.

gently whispered to my dear sister, my fingers tracing delicate patterns across her back, making her shiver with both pleasure and the warmth of our sibling bond. The softness of our breaths intertwined in the intimate space we shared, creating an atmosphere filled with both affection and desire.

"My dear, sweet sister," I whispered softly, wrapping my arms around her, cupping her breasts gently as I kneaded them. This act of affection and intimacy was a way for me to show her that she was cherished and valued.

My hands moved tenderly, cupping her breasts with a gentle touch, a gesture that spoke volumes of the love and care I held for her. It was a way for me to convey how cherished and valued she was in my eyes, not just as a sister but as a person who held a special place in my heart.

"Yes, brother... Ah, ah, brother," she moaned, A gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped her parted lips as my fingers kneaded her breasts, their movements rhythmic and soothing. The sensations coursing through her body were a mix of physical pleasure and emotional closeness that had been suppressed for far too long. Her moans, soft and melodic, filled the room as she surrendered to the rush of sensations and the profound connection we were rediscovering.

Ellie's reaction was a sight to behold; she contorted herself, almost resembling a shrinking shrimp, as she crouched with her back turned to me. Her fair cheeks, once pale, had transformed into a vivid shade of crimson, reminiscent of a ripe carrot, as embarrassment overwhelmed her.

Curiosity piqued, I activated my unique skill, which can read inner thoughts, and emotions of those around me. It was as if I could tune in to her innermost feelings like a radio frequency.

As I delved into her thoughts, I discovered a torrent of emotions flooding my mind. Ellie was wrestling with profound concerns, her mind spinning with questions about my intentions. She worried, in the depths of her thoughts, whether I might make unwelcome advances, blurring the boundaries of our sibling relationship. It was a troubling question that seemed to haunt her, creating a cloud of uncertainty.

However, amidst this inner turmoil, there was an unexpected thread of determination. Ellie reassured herself that she would be willing to offer her body to me if such a desire ever crossed my mind.

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