“What? It’s possible. Tell me now. What’s your type? Who knows? I might find you an ideal match.”

“I don’t know, I don’t have anything like that.”

“Ugh! This is frustrating! Just tell me something!”

“Sister, stop it.”

Cyrus, who had been listening silently beside them, finally sighed and tried to stop Alesia. But Alesia, determined to hear an answer, moved closer to Cecil.

“Just tell me once. I’m really curious.”

Cecil looked around with a flustered expression. Everyone focused on him with eyes sparkling with curiosity. When he glanced at Cyrus, his brother slightly furrowed his brow with a light sigh.

Though he appeared bored while poking at his cherry tart, Cecil now knew that this wasn’t simply a look of boredom.

It was the look of someone harboring a secret that couldn’t be spoken. It was the appearance of someone with a secret that couldn’t be shared with others or uttered aloud, no matter how deep the love they shared. Perhaps that was why. Cecil became certain of his impulse only after he answered.

“I’m seeing someone. So don’t ask me about ideal types… I don’t have any.”

As Cecil’s quiet voice fell gently, silence descended. Alesia asked “What?” and then froze completely.

“What?!”

“Oh, you startled me.”

“W-what did you say? Really? How could you not tell me! You, you!”

Sure enough, Alesia shook Cecil’s shoulders in shock. At her dramatic reaction, Cecil felt bewildered but burst into laughter.

Looking to the side, he saw Cyrus with a face expressing surprise equal to Alesia’s. Cecil briefly met his eyes and gave a faint smile. In his field of vision, he caught Anna’s clouded smile that couldn’t hide her disappointment, and Peyton patting her shoulder comfortingly.

A slight sense of guilt lingered in a corner of Cecil’s heart, but the feeling of relief proved greater. Cyrus, whose expression had seemed indescribable, very slowly drew a subtle smile in return, invisible to others’ eyes.

Though they couldn’t tell anyone, he and his lover existed here. A love that no one should know about and shouldn’t become known clearly existed there.

*

The door closed with a bang. Startled by the sound, Cecil flinched and turned around to see Cyrus casting his gaze toward the floor.

Wondering why he wore that expression again, Cecil tried to approach him, but Cyrus’s long arm reached out first.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Cyrus’s face, as he gripped Cecil’s wrist, looked more flushed than usual. He appeared somewhat desperate. Cyrus, who had embraced Cecil’s waist and interlocked their fingers to prevent his brother from escaping, carefully examined every part of Cecil’s face.

“Why did you do it?”

“Oh, really. Why ask about something so obvious.”

“What’s obvious about it?”

“Just… because things turned out this way.”

Cecil avoided giving a specific answer and let his words trail off. This made Cyrus even more desperate, and he embraced Cecil in his arms. A pleasant throbbing emanated from their touching hearts.

That Cecil would speak that way there, truly, even Cyrus hadn’t expected it. Though he couldn’t fully guess what ran through the cautious Cecil’s mind, one thing stood clear: Cecil had completely accepted their relationship.

“Brother.”

“What?”

“Do you love me?”

A voice without much variation in pitch captivated Cecil. Looking up while being embraced, he saw Cyrus’s calm gaze settling quietly on him.

Actions that humans absolutely should not do, emotions they should not harbor. Filthy and ugly acts that even beasts would not commit. Yet facing these eyes, Cecil could feel all those forbidden contexts helplessly crumbling.

“Yes…”

“……”

“I love you.”

“……”

“I love you, Cyrus.”

So Cecil confessed with a tearful smile. At that sight, Cyrus reached out and cupped Cecil’s cheek.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.”

“Don’t regret it.”

“I won’t.”

If you regret it, I’ll hate you. Saying that, Cyrus slowly brought his lips closer. At this childlike expression, Cecil smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around his younger brother’s neck.

“Mmm……”

The meeting lips felt soft and slightly cooler than normal human body temperature. Cecil accepted those lips and entwined his tongue. He could feel Cyrus trying to push him somewhat urgently. The pace moved a bit faster than usual.

Oily fingers dug into Cecil’s clothes. Both of them breathed heavily. Neither could understand what made them so urgent, but they wanted to overlap their bodies as quickly as possible. So while Cyrus pulled down Cecil’s pants, Cecil unbuttoned his own shirt and faced his brother n*ked without any shame.

Cyrus matched him. His completely n*ked body resembled the incarnation of a war god more than a human’s. His c*ck, pressed against his abdomen up to his navel, pushed firmly against Cecil’s lower abdomen seemingly trying to make a dent.

Completely n*ked. In their completely primal state, the two brothers entangled each other with arms, legs, and fingers, intertwining recklessly like tree vines. They resembled snakes calling to each other during mating, rolling on the dirt floor.

“Haah… ungh, ah!”

Cyrus showered his brother with kisses while caressing his manhood below. He took the cute, round scrotum in his hand and rolled it, pressing firmly with his solid fingertips, making Cecil rub his legs together and struggle to stand upright. Sensing he might collapse soon, Cyrus wrapped an arm around his waist, and Cecil relaxed and leaned into him.

“C-Cyrus, stop there…”

“Does it feel good here?”

“Hnngh, it’s strange…! Ah!”

Cecil let out a cute moan reminiscent of a small animal whose tail had been stepped on. At that sound, Cyrus silently laughed and lowered the arm wrapped around his waist, thrusting his fingers into the an*al opening. The hole, widened enough to take three fingers at once, greedily opened its mouth and accepted the invasion.

“Ah! Ah!”

Cecil, whose legs trembled, clung to his brother’s shoulders almost scratching them and sobbed. The fingers inside, long and firm, freely roamed here and there along the inner walls. With those fingers inserted while his g*nitals received caresses, he lost his mind.

Beads of sweat formed on Cecil’s round forehead. Cyrus stuck out his tongue and licked his forehead. He wanted to taste and swallow anything that came from Cecil’s body.

The fingers playing at the entrance invaded deeper. It targeted a spot Cyrus would mock whenever he penetrated. Cecil had one sweet spot at the deepest part, where only Cyrus could reach, and another just two finger joints deep from the entrance. In other words, it meant he possessed a body that could feel pleasure from any man’s c*ck.

Not having expected his brother to have such a lewd body, Cyrus felt surprised and his feelings twisted when he first discovered this spot.

“Brother, isn’t your p*ssy too lewdly formed?”

“Oh, ungh! Ungh!”

“It pisses me off that you cum so easily even when I pound you like this… It’s annoying.”

“Ah, n-no, oh…!”

“So you’ll get your p*ssy inspected by me every day? Understood?”

While Cyrus acted forceful, Cecil couldn’t respond. He hung onto his brother’s neck, unconsciously rubbing his c*ck against his brother’s stomach and pushing out his plump b*ttocks.

Even though they were just fingers, with each thrust his stomach bulged and his inner walls received complete scratching. The fierce fingers pinched the protruding sweet spot and kneaded it at will.

“Aah! Ah, ugh! Aaah…!”

“Listen to you moaning.”

Cyrus smirked and strongly pinched the swollen spot with his thumb and index finger. At that moment, Cecil’s blue eyes widened and his mouth opened. Saliva flowed down his chin through the gap.

“Ack! Ugh, nghh…!”

Trembling like lightning had struck him, unable to move, Cecil slid down to Cyrus’s feet. Through the gaping hole, p*ssy juices gushed out, making a round wet spot on the floor.

Breathing heavily, Cecil unconsciously rubbed his forehead against his brother’s firm thigh. Cum still poured from the tip of his c*ck. Just from having his rear touched and probed with fingers, his lower abdomen ached dully and his whole body felt languid.

Cecil caught his breath with his round forehead against Cyrus’s thigh. Saliva dripped between his parted lips, but he lacked the presence of mind to close them. The trembling spasms wouldn’t stop. His hole still throbbed inside, and slick fluid poured out.

“You need to come to your senses.”

A gentle voice fell from above along with a hand stroking the back of his head. Cecil slowly raised his head with dazed eyes. A c*ck longer than Cecil’s face rubbed against him. Unlike Cyrus’s delicate and pretty face, his c*ck looked hideously ugly. Not only did the veins bulge, but its deep purple color made it appear lewd and vulgar.

At least his pubic hair had a light color, but even that grew so bushy that when receiving him below, the rough texture of the pubic hair became too noticeable.

Such a c*ck freely traversed Cecil’s face, pressing down on his features at will. It already wore a coating of s*men, so the sticky white fluid messily painted Cecil’s face like the work of careless children.

Cyrus watched with satisfaction as his brother’s fair face became a mess, and grabbed Cecil’s lips, slowly opening his mouth. After showing leniency for so long, today he needed to invade the mouth p*ssy.

“Brother, open your mouth.”

“Ugh…”

Perhaps because his lips looked small, Cecil nibbled just the tip of the gl*ns. Even with just that, Cyrus barely managed to hold back from c*mming immediately. The lips felt so soft that it seemed like being wrapped in plump, velvety flower petals.

Cyrus’s g*nitals had grown as massive as his father’s that he had seen as a child, making it difficult for Cecil to take in his mouth. But Cyrus was determined to go all the way today.

“Is the gl*ns tasty? Are you going to eat just that all day?”