“Cyrus, stop…”

“No.”

Cecil, who had been pleading, tried to push Cyrus away, seemingly overwhelmed, but it was futile. They had been born at the same time, but Cecil had hatched from his egg much earlier, yet the difference in strength was already alarming.

“I think someone’s coming.”

“There’s no way we wouldn’t know that.”

With a smile and their lips still pressed together, Cyrus dismissed the nonsensical concern. He was right. The two of them, being mixed-bloods with different species’ blood, were sensitive to others’ presence and could easily detect others’ movements.

But regardless of that fact, Cecil’s timid heart pounded violently, ready to burst at any moment. He couldn’t explain specifically why, but he instinctively knew that this behavior shouldn’t be discovered by others. This behavior being:

Kissing and intertwining tongues with his own younger brother. Just like the lewd acts of their fathers that they had accidentally witnessed when they were young.

Back then, they had imitated the behavior without knowing exactly what it meant, but now both of them knew well. And since that day, the kissing that had started as a game in hiding had gradually developed, now reaching the stage of intertwining tongues.

“What are you worried about?”

Cyrus, who had grown significantly taller and was now looking down at Cecil, asked curiously. Cecil’s saliva was on his lips, making them shine smoothly even in the darkness.

“What if people see us… if someone comes and sees.”

“They’ll just think we’re close brothers.”

Cyrus replied nonchalantly and giggled. Cecil felt annoyed seeing him so calm while he was worried, and he punched Cyrus’s shoulder.

“Ow. Brother, that hurts.”

He hadn’t even used much strength, and Cyrus’s bones had become much stronger than Cecil’s a long time ago, so his pretending to be hurt seemed both hateful and childish. Eventually, Cecil couldn’t hold back his laughter either and giggled, making Cyrus smile with his eyes.

“Why are you laughing? After hitting me.”

With each word he finished, his soft lips made a smack sound as they attached and detached.

“Stop it. It tickles. I said stop it.”

“I don’t want to…”

Cyrus, whose voice had started to deepen with puberty, murmured as he wrapped his arms around Cecil’s waist. Despite going through puberty, his brother’s voice was still clear, and his body was soft yet elastic. Cyrus couldn’t be happier about how he had grown.

“I’m glad I’m bigger than you now.”

“What? That’s mean.”

“I can hold you like this, and you can’t run away.”

It was a strange thing to say. Cecil looked up steadily at the blue eyes looking down at him in the darkness. Eyes identical to his own. They had both inherited them from their father Leira, like twin jewels of the same color. For a moment, those eyes felt unfamiliar.

“Why would I run away?”

“I don’t know. Won’t you?”

“I won’t.”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“You promised.”

Cecil burst into laughter. What reason would he have to run away? With such affectionate and devoted fathers, and siblings who quarreled every other day but were always close. Kind servants and the fresh, dazzling nature of the mansion… There was clearly no reason for Cecil to run away from all of this.

“I won’t do that. What are you worried about?”

Smiling, Cecil stroked his brother’s cheek, feeling the soft flesh that hadn’t yet lost all its baby fat. Cyrus rubbed his cheek against Cecil’s hand, which was smaller than his own, showing his affection. He had a habit of rubbing his head and acting cute when in snake form, and there was no difference at all when he was in human form.

Somehow reassured by this sight, Cecil embraced Cyrus in return. His physique had grown much larger than before, making it somewhat difficult to wrap his arms around him, but the full presence was satisfying.

“Let’s do it once more.”

Saying this, Cyrus slowly tilted his head, seemingly confident of Cecil’s answer. Their lips overlapped, and his tongue delved deep inside. Cecil, who shuddered with a start, unconsciously wrapped his arms around the long, firm neck though no one had taught him to do so. Their upper and lower bodies pressed together without even space for a sheet of paper between them.

At some point, when they kissed, they began to intertwine like snakes mating, and that sensation felt extremely good. With hazy senses, Cecil accepted his brother’s tongue and parted his lips.

Recently, whenever they kissed, Cyrus would gently scratch the roof of Cecil’s mouth with his tongue, and each time, Cecil’s waist would strangely tremble and his legs would weaken.

“Mmm…”

“Brother, does it feel good?”

“Y-yes…”

When Cecil’s legs inevitably weakened and he was about to slide down, Cyrus grabbed his brother’s body and pulled him to lean against himself. Cecil’s lips were a mess, covered in saliva.

Liking that sight, instead of wiping it clean, Cyrus pressed their lips together and rubbed them, causing another moan to escape from Cecil. Cyrus, holding his brother in his arms and patting his back, thought.

He needed a way to keep Cecil’s gaze from leaving him.

*

Kissing with intertwined tongues was completely different from the light kisses they had shared before. Having learned this new way of kissing, the two began to intertwine their tongues at every opportunity, avoiding people’s eyes. This act took place all over the mansion—in the storage room where servants didn’t pass by, in the room after Alesia had left, in the study when they were alone, and so on.

“Mmm…”

When Cecil let out a pained moan, laughter was heard. The voice asking, “Brother, does it feel good?” was affectionate, but Cecil was only consumed by the sensation of his palate being scratched.

Every time Cyrus stroked the inside of his cheek and tickled the roof of his mouth, Cecil’s lower part twitched and spasmed. Unconsciously, sobbing sounds escaped his mouth, unable to be contained.

“Hnn…”

With no gap between their embraced bodies, the swollen g*nitals could be felt clearly. Cecil’s face turned bright red from the heat he was experiencing for the first time in his life. Though he had never experienced this act before, he could feel that it was something shameful and intimate.

Once again, their damp areas touched and rubbed against each other. Heat could be felt through the tightly stretched fabric. It was a completely different temperature from their usual body heat. Startled by that unfamiliar heat, Cecil tried to move his body backward, but Cyrus tightened his arms around his brother.

In a position where he couldn’t move at all, Cecil easily reached a light climax despite not being touched. It was a kind of pleasure he had never experienced before. A sense of liberation. And just as much instinctive anxiety. As he trembled with that fearful sensation, gentle hands stroked the back of his head, and warm arms wrapped around Cecil.

That night, Cecil had a dream.

He was crawling on the floor. As he crawled on the smooth marble floor, he could see light leaking through an open door crack in the distance. Following that light, he slithered and peeked through the door crack secretly.

There, the scene he had witnessed as a child was being repeated. There was a man with a large physique, violently pressing down on a white n*ked body, seemingly crushing it.

The moans like screams grew louder, and toes floating in the air curled and uncurled repeatedly. He wanted to say stop to the moaning sounds that resembled undergoing some ascetic practice, but no voice came out.

So, just as he was about to crawl into the room, the man who had been bowing his head raised his upper body, and his hair was illuminated by the light. It was blonde. Not the black that seemed like it wouldn’t have a speck of color.

Then who…?

As Cecil stood frozen in place, puzzled, the man turned his head toward the back.

It was Cyrus.

“Gasp!”

At that moment, Cecil woke from his sleep and, feeling the dampness in his lower body, lifted the blanket to check his pants. It was his first wet dream.

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

While he was fidgeting, wondering what to do, a low voice was heard from beside him. Startled, he looked to the side to find Cyrus already awake, staring at Cecil with clear eyes.

“Well…”

As he hesitated, not knowing what to say, Cyrus, who had been puzzled for a moment, realized what had happened from the smell and whispered, “Ah,” with a low exclamation.

“It’s okay. Come here.”

Speaking dismissively, Cyrus took his brother to the bathroom and washed him personally. While watching the clumped s*men being washed away by the cold water in a surreal sensation, Cyrus asked casually.

“Did you have a dream?”

“…Yes.”

“What kind of dream was it?”

Now Cyrus was wiping the moisture from his legs with a towel. Cecil accepted the touch that unhesitatingly delved between his thighs without any particular discomfort and opened his mouth.

“You were in it.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Cyrus, who had been blinking his long-lashed eyes, seemingly surprised, soon smiled brightly. Such a radiant smile was one that even Cecil had witnessed only a few times. As Cecil stared blankly at that smile, Cyrus hugged him tightly.

“Me too. You were my first too. Only you appeared. I’m so happy…”

He couldn’t understand exactly what was so happy about it, but the fact that it was the same for both of them was reassuring.

*

Another season passed. Now Alesia and the two brothers began to use separate rooms. Cyrus had prevented them from making separate rooms for the two of them, so they were able to keep the same room. However, what was happening in that room was something no one else would know.

“Haah, Cyrus…”

“What?”

“T-this feels strange.”

“What does?”

“Hnn… that part is strange… mmph!”

When his voice suddenly jumped, Cyrus quickly covered Cecil’s mouth with his large hand. “Shh.” His voice, now completely lowered like his father’s, whispered softly with a rich volume.

Following Cyrus’s gaze downward, Cecil saw their touching g*nitals. Despite being born from the same womb, their reproductive organs were completely different in shape and color.

Cecil’s was straight with no prominent veins, and it was the color of makeup women use to add life to their cheeks. Just looking at it made Cyrus’s mouth water, and he had to restrain himself from wanting to suck it multiple times. Moreover, it looked lewd since pubic hair hadn’t grown yet.