Unaware of his younger brother’s devious thoughts, Cecil unconsciously licked his lips as he grabbed the waistband of Cyrus’s indoor pants to remove them. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt it might jump out if he opened his mouth.

Their play had increased in frequency since they witnessed their fathers “that day,” and now they did it almost daily, yet he couldn’t understand why he felt so tense. As he carefully grabbed both the underwear and pants together and slowly pulled them down, Cyrus’s already er*ect and dripping c*ck sprang out with a thud.

It remained an impressive c*ck no matter how many times he saw it. Unlike his own, this one had bulging veins and a dull reddish color, with an enormous size. It even seemed to have grown in both length and girth since the last time he’d seen it.

“It’s gotten bigger…”

“Has it?”

“Why did it get bigger…”

“I’m still growing, you know.”

Is that so? But Cecil’s wasn’t like this. His wasn’t small, but at some point, it had stopped growing, and no hair grew on it, making it smooth. It had slick skin like Leira’s, which he had seen once.

But Cyrus’s was intimidatingly large and boasted tremendous presence. If it was still growing, it would clearly grow even more in the future.

Just then, fluid dripped down from the rigidly er*ect organ.

“Ah!”

Cecil instinctively grabbed the bumpy c*ck with both hands. prec*m from the twitching hole flowed down his oily fingers. Cyrus watched this with dark eyes before opening his lips.

“Brother, want to suck it?”

Cecil tilted his head to the side, wondering if he had misheard.

“What did you say?”

“I asked if you want to suck it.”

“This, this thing?”

Cecil stammered in surprise. It wasn’t simply because of its shape or size. Despite their numerous “plays,” he had never thought about sucking a c*ck before. But Cyrus shrugged, suggesting such play was nothing special.

“It feels good, they say.”

“Who… who says that? Who?”

“Just. I read it in a book.”

Was there such a book in the mansion? Cyrus borrowed an enormous amount of books from the royal library once a week, so he might have read that kind of writing. How would Cecil know, since he only occasionally read light books? Cecil tried his best to compose himself while straddling his brother.

“Does… does a book really say that?”

“Yes. Really.”

At the innocent question, Cyrus maintained a calm expression, trying not to laugh. What a fool. How could there be a book with such content? Of course, such books might exist somewhere, but he had no desire to read about anyone’s s*x life other than Cecil’s, even in text.

So naturally, he couldn’t have read it, but Cecil, who was proud of Cyrus being an avid reader, believed everything his brother said was correct.

“If you don’t want to do it, can I do it to you instead?”

“To me?”

“Yes. I want to do it to you.”

“Why?”

“Just because. I’m curious.”

Smiling, Cyrus stroked his brother’s cheek. To suck or not to suck. Cecil stood at that crossroads, wavering in indecision. In his mind, conditioned to their private play since childhood, not choosing didn’t seem to be an option.

“It’s too big…”

“Ah, too big?”

“Yes…”

Cecil gently caressed the c*ck with a perplexed voice, seemingly wondering how to suck it. Though he wasn’t consciously aware of it, his attitude showed no hesitation in touching each other’s intimate parts, having grown accustomed to one another.

Seeing this, Cyrus felt his lower region growing painfully tight. He even thought that witnessing that scene when they were young was the best thing that had happened in his life.

How fortunate that it was him who had been right beside Cecil when his innocent but curious brother tried to imitate their fathers’ actions without understanding. If it had been Alesia or someone else beside him, who knows what Cyrus himself might have done by now.

“If it’s too big, I’ll do it for you. You can do it for me after watching me do it.”

“Still…”

“I’m just curious. You know I’m full of curiosity.”

“That’s true, but…”

Even Cyrus himself could tell how much bullshit he was spouting, but Cecil seemed to think there was some truth to it. All those times using curiosity as an excuse to do various things had paid off.

“Brother, my leg hurts. Hurry.”

Finally, when Cyrus urged him, Cecil raised his waist with an expression that questioned if this was right.

“Should I get on top?”

“Yes.”

Even then, Cecil’s expression remained puzzled, seemingly wondering if this was really okay. Cyrus urged him once more.

“Brother, hurry.”

“Alright…”

Cecil reluctantly answered and made a troubled face while n*ked. His white legs, toned from horseback riding and swordsmanship, stretched out sleekly, and his pelvis had soft curves like his father Leira. Even the complete absence of hair in his groin resembled Leira, making Cyrus smile silently.

“Why, why are you laughing?”

“You still look like a baby.”

At those words, Cecil’s cheeks flushed hot. He wanted to protest that he was the older brother, but as Cyrus said, his g*nitals were clean and bare like an underdeveloped child’s. In contrast, Cyrus’s groin was bushy with hair darker than his head hair, making him look like an adult who had finished puberty to anyone who saw. Despite being born first, Cecil couldn’t understand why there was such a difference.

“I’m not a baby…”

“Okay. Brother isn’t a baby.”

Cyrus said teasingly and couldn’t hold back his giggling as he grabbed Cecil’s round b*ttocks. Though his pelvis was narrow like his slim body, his b*ttocks had plenty of flesh, making them pleasant to touch. If he could thrust his c*ck between those b*ttocks and be as rough as he wanted… His mouth went dry. Just imagining it made his urethra twitch and tremble.

“Brother, sit on my face.”

“Uh, on your face?”

“Yes.”

Cyrus answered casually and glanced toward his legs. His attitude suggested it was only natural since he couldn’t move properly. Only then did Cecil make a stupid “ah” sound and slowly moved his b*ttocks. Eventually, as Cecil positioned his er*ect c*ck over Cyrus’s face, he bit his lip hard, apparently uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing.”

“What is it? Tell me.”

“…It’s embarrassing.”

Though they had often played intimate games pressing their g*nitals together, this was the first time he had positioned his c*ck over his brother’s face like this. Perhaps that’s why he couldn’t relax and felt like he might come at any moment. But Cyrus, whether he understood Cecil’s feelings or not, just burst out laughing.

“Embarrassing? What’s embarrassing about showing it to your brother?”

“I don’t know.”

“What does my brother know anyway.”

Cyrus teased sharply and, before Cecil could stop him, gave a quick kiss to the gl*ns that was about to touch his lips.

“Mmm!”

“It looks like you.”

“W-what does that mean?”

“Just… cute?”

Cecil narrowed his eyes and glared at his brother, who answered with a smile in his eyes. He was clearly teasing him for being smaller than his own. Nevertheless, Cecil couldn’t argue.

Cyrus’s c*ck had grown every time Cecil saw it, and now it was similar in size to their father’s that he had once seen. The size difference was too extreme to compare his own with that monstrous organ.

Does a taller height mean a bigger c*ck? Cecil tilted his head, having never seen other men’s.

“Why that expression again? I said it’s cute…”

“What’s cute about it? Ah!”

Just as Cecil was about to answer, Cyrus took the pinkish gl*ns into his mouth. Cecil felt momentarily dizzy and was about to sit down when he felt large hands wrapping around his b*ttocks. His body temperature rose so quickly that the hands felt cold against his skin.

“W-wait, Cy- Ahh! Mm, yes!”

Cyrus’s tongue dug into the urethra and swirled around. Cecil unconsciously curled his toes and began to move his hips. The soft, lewd tongue caressed each distinct contour of the gl*ns.

This wasn’t simply the act of sucking a c*ck, but a lascivious caress. It was the act of a male caressing his mate to relax their body and prepare them to receive his enormous c*ck. Without even realizing this fact, Cecil unconsciously began to move his hips, ravaging his brother’s mouth.

“Mmm! Yes! Yes, ah!”

Slurp, suck, slurp…

The sounds of c*ck-sucking were loud. The fairly thick shaft moved in and out of the open mouth. Cecil wanted to stop his hips from ruining his brother’s mouth, but he couldn’t.

Whenever the c*ck entered, Cyrus wrapped his tongue around it to tickle it, and when it withdrew, he pursed his lips to apply pressure. Each time, the firm b*ttocks tensed, causing the wrinkled anus to repeatedly contract slightly. When Cyrus pressed the edge of his hand against the anus and rubbed, slippery fluid poured out.

This was a p*ssy that knew the taste of men. Cyrus was certain. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be pouring out sticky fluids while having its c*ck sucked. It was amazing how this p*ssy had developed with just a few kisses and caresses without ever being penetrated.

If he ever witnessed this body meeting another man, Cyrus might dismember and destroy that person on the spot.

“Aahn… yes, mmm…”

The moans coming from having his c*ck sucked were lewd. Cyrus traced each wrinkle of the an*al p*ssy with his finger and inserted just the first joint of his thumb to gently scratch inside. This was to induce mild excitement before finding Cecil’s erogenous zones.

“There, why, ahh! Ah! Ah!”

Cecil whimpered as the untouched place was caressed, but the finger didn’t stop. As it swirled around, caressing the wrinkles and scratching the inner wall, Cecil let out a small scream and completely sat down on his brother’s face.

The c*ck was fully thrust into Cyrus’s throat, the shaft disappearing completely to the base. Though his breathing was blocked and his brow furrowed, Cyrus opened his throat to happily welcome his brother’s c*ck. The sensation of having his throat forcibly penetrated by his own brother gave him an indescribable thrill.

“Cyrus, wait, ah! St-stop, mmm, nngh!”

The sound of c*ck-sucking filled the room loudly, and the finger that had dug into his back hole swirled around quickly. Now Cecil threw his head back with tears welling in his eyes. His long, graceful neckline was exposed, and his taut n*pples showed darkly through his white shirt.

Cyrus reached out one hand and twisted the stiffly er*ect n*pple, and at that moment Cecil trembled his firm b*ttocks and released his cum.