The Prohibited Isekai Life of a Certain Transmigrating Brother and Sister

─ ─ Dirty.

Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Dirty...... Celes held by a man other than himself, can't wait to be dirty.

With that in mind, I forcefully hug Ceres, who resists, out of the bathroom. Throwing her ramblingly into the bed as she did, she sucked it on its thin red lips like she was greedy.

"Huh... Huh..."

He inserts his tongue into his mouth, sees the dentition, and ravages his tongue so much that he doesn't even give it while he breathes.

When she dared to make an exaggerated chibi noise and tangle her tongue, Ceres eventually, reluctantly, roughened her breath and blushed.

Seeing that reaction, she's still convinced that when she's doing this with me, her brother, she gets the most sexual excitement, and now she reaches for her soft breasts.

"Do... don't... Richter... don't breast... there, don't..."

"It's not just the chest, is it? You're all sexy now, aren't you?

"... Huh!

"That's what I did. Appreciate it."

Return so toward the humiliating, less silent Ceres, and let him hang the edge of his mouth.

As she rubbed her mummy and breast with her right hand, rubbing and stimulating the granulation with her left hand, Ceres raised a sweet whisper as if she had forgotten about earlier humiliations and such.

"Hih... ahhh!

─ ─ Oh... I want to hear this voice forever.

I don't care if you don't get a heart anymore. My beloved sister and I want to lay our bodies this way all the time.

If that's all I have left of her 'why I'm needed', I want us both to fall into the abyss of pleasure like this.

As he flirted with Celeste's tongue even as he was drunk with pleasure, he remembered the presence of a magic drug that he put in his pants pocket shortly before he visited her room.

This is the so-called "ecstasy" I bought the other day at Wangdu's Magic Prop Store. It is an excellent product that, in addition to having the effect of boosting libido if you drink it, you can even have the effect of losing your strength for about six to seven hours after drinking it.

─ ─ Use this, now it's time to get Ceres pregnant.

With that in mind, I lay Ceres together, stick my hand in my pocket and take out a vial with ecstasy.

And when I opened the lid quickly, I put the red liquid inside in my mouth and gave it to Ceres to drink by mouth.

"... Huh!? Ngu..."

When I make sure Ceres dried up the ecstasy, I take another vial out of my pocket and now I drink it up myself.

Moving her gaze toward Ceres, she was staring at my face with a lustfully tranced look, whether the ecstasy had worked sooner or later.

I will insert my fingers into her honeypot and repeat them in and out so that I can meet that demand. Then, it seems, Ceres reached it alone, causing her whole body to tingle and cramp, and eventually looked up at the ceiling with vain eyes to immerse herself in the aftermath of comfort.

Seeing her time, she inserted her own stiff meat stick into her secret, and continued to poke her uterine mouth slowly, Celes gasped small enough to resist with slight remaining reason.

Look at her like that, and a name comes to mind.

-That's right. I'll purify the area touched by him with my own fluid.

Because of this, the effects of ecstasy made it possible to ejaculate repeatedly. All you have to do is put your own semen on every part of Ceres' body and clean him up.

"Come on, say it. How did they touch you? We need to purify the area he touched quickly."

"Yikes... I don't like it... Yikes...!

Ceres also continued to resist the effects of ecstasy, whether her original compelling nature prevailed.

Absolutely... I have a lot of strength. If this happens... your vagina will, of course, spill its own fluids on your face, mouth, chest, stomach, hands and feet.

Think that far and I'll notice as a yes.

Oh, well. Wasn't I confined to cleansing her body?

Sure, I feel dirty about Ceres being held by Nate. But...... I'm sure it's not really important to clean it up, I just wanted to dye this limb that was touched by him to his color again. That's why the idea of putting your own semen on it and marking it comes to mind.

I thought so, I pull myself out of my vagina on the verge of ejaculation and exhale into Ceres' chest first.

Reaching for his cloudy chest as it was, he applied his own semen adhering to his white breasts and thin peachy nipples all over his chest.

"Ya... stop... Huh...!

I'll eagle and rub both breasts as I apply semen all over my beauty oil. Then, you couldn't resist the comfort of the boulder, Ceres twisted his body and began to rise.

"Huh... Richt... but no more... hush,... yah!

Behind words, Ceres' gasp never stopped, and eventually her gaze poured into my groin.

Looking at those blue-green eyes that were lukewarm and moist, it was obvious that she was craving the angry meat stick of the man in front of her, even though she said "I don't like it".

Apparently, the ecstasy I gave you is effective.

"Don't worry. If I hit you all over your body, I'll get you inside, okay?... and now it's time to have our kids."

When I slapped him in the ear like that, Ceres increasingly moistened his eyes and his expression turned into something completely intoxicating.

"Agu...... Ugh, red...... shan...... richt and... strawberry...... red shan......"

"Oh, yeah. It's me and Ceres' kid. You must be so cute. I knew I wanted a girl. Which is better, Ceres?

Though the effects of ecstasy, Ceres, who calls her "baby" in a tone that Lu Rue does not turn, felt that her spirit was completely broken or, depending on her appearance, she seemed to be subjugated to me - and that the desire for dominance that was in her was satisfied as soon as possible.

But...

"Akasha... I can do it... today... Richter is a strawberry... and no... agu... higgu..."

That arrow tip, out of Ceres' mouth, was also a word that refused to make a child of me.

"Oh...... Ceres. You're a really strong woman. Its appearance of being invaded by ecstasy but resolutely rejecting me (my brother) - enough to get past despair and even feel comfortable at the earliest.... freaking out"

With that said, I thank Ceres' secret again for the meat stick stuck in the ginguin.

"Fine. I'll hit him all over my body later, and I'll sperm all over this nasty lower mouth first. … a punishment."

"Ha Ugh... Mmm...!

Inserting herself into the depths of Zuburi and poking him hard in the mouth of her womb, Ceres turned her hand and put her nails up on my back less comfortably.

"Hih... back...! Something... Kihiko...! Kihi-yah......! No... no, no...!!"

"... Ha, ha... Ceres... are they coming? Good. Let's do this together. Let's both feel better together."

"Oh no! Oh no...! Huh...!!"

While repeating the piston, gently stroke Ceres' head to forgive him for shaking his neck beside him.

After repeating such an exchange for a while, my ejaculation finally reached its limit, so I let my desire loose in Ceres with a lot of momentum.

"... haha..."

"Ugh......! Red Chan...... Dong Hi...! Hey...!!"

Climbing to the top of his comfort, Ceres trembles.

"What's up? Did you feel too good, even faint? But we're not going to finish it yet. It's been a long night."

While I was satisfied with the feeling of my own sperm releasing momentum into my vagina, I whispered so with my lips against Ceres' ears, which relieved me as snugly as I let go of consciousness.

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The season turned and the chilly early winter arrived. When I look at the leaves of the trees around the mansion that are completely dead, I feel the "is it that season already" and the speed of the passage of time.

If it's not time to get warm, it's going to be cold and freezing in the morning. Let's ask Almel to burn the fireplace in the room from tomorrow.

Then again, a few weeks went by as we repeatedly lived an irreplaceable closed life, and a full winter finally arrived.

─ ─ Will my relationship with Richt remain the same for the rest of my life? Is Nate's injury any better?

Look out the window blurry, thinking about that, both on the day you come and the day you come. That's a repeat.

And... lately, I've noticed more before and I'm not feeling well.

I feel sick and I can't eat much. The lack of appetite, long after incarceration, but rather than the lack of appetite these days, has even led to nausea.

At the turn of the season, I can also assume that I have fallen ill... Hi, I feel uncomfortable.

It was not until a few days after that that that I noticed a clear body anomaly.

With that said...... I haven't had the moon thing in a long time. Since the day my incarceration life began, I sometimes had irregular periods due to mental stress, but still never came for more than three months.

Besides, I feel like I've got no heart or stomach. You can't get fat in a situation where you can't eat properly... it doesn't matter what you think.

Think that far and get to the nasty idea.

─ ─ Maybe she's pregnant.

"Oh... what shall I do..."

I can speak to myself unexpectedly. Really, what am I supposed to do? Finally, what I feared became a reality.

I've never been pregnant before, including in my previous life... but based on the size of my stomach, I'm probably about three months pregnant.

Richt hasn't noticed my pregnancy yet. If I reported this, I'm sure he'd be very pleased.

The memorial came true and you had a child between you and me, and you should get ready steadily for the birth.

─ ─ Although there is no sin in the child to be born… I cannot have a child with my real brother.... I don't want to give birth.

I have asked Richt before what he intends to do if he has a child.

Then he answered that he was going to pick up the baby that had been left in front of the mansion and adopt it himself.

Indeed, it would also be possible to mislead me through if I did everything in secret so that my pregnancy and childbirth would not be known around me.

But...... I think the day will come when I will have to tell my child the truth.

We're biegotic twins, but we look alike. Not two melons on a boulder, but enough to show from others that he is my sister and brother at a glance.

Because he was born between us with a very similar face and a thick blood like that, naturally the child will resemble us, the parents. And then, inevitably, you can look into suspicion from around you.

... Without a doubt, this child will be unhappy. How can I explain this to this child in the future?

I can't believe my own parents are blood-connected sisters and brothers... you must be terribly shocked to find out that fact.

Speak to the little life you would have lived in your own belly, thinking about that in your head.

─ ─ I'm sorry... I can't make you happy...

Hopefully, I don't want to tell Richt I'm pregnant. Or something that can be hidden through like this. Having made up my mind, I hesitated to tell Richt that I was pregnant.

The test results for the next day are positive. Since I was prepared in advance, would it at least be a salvation that I was not as shocked as I would have been if I had known the outcome?

Since that day, Richter has begun to speak to the baby in my stomach every day happily, targeted at me, who is struck by despair.

I was getting cornered more and more because I was about to go crazy thinking about the future and behave like a newlywed husband at the top of my happiness, like, "What shall I do with my name" or "man or woman," etc.

Then, one day after a few more months.

An unexpected visitor visited the mansion. It's our twin uncle, Harold.

Harold, who had forcibly taken the keys to my bedroom from Adley and Almel to stop him, had been stunned when he looked at my stomach.

"If you come here because you think something is wrong..."

That's what I say, I look at Harold holding his head, and I realize that the earliest excuses and other things don't work, and I get stuck in words.

On the occasion of the assault perpetrated by Richt, he realized something was wrong with us, and he was not convinced by the mere exchange of letters and decided to come in person to see how it was going.

"... who are they?

……

Say it.

Harold, who cut his paralysis to me, never trying to open his mouth, sighed small and eventually cut it out, seemingly difficult to say.

"I don't think so... is it Richt?

…………

The father of the belly child is told all the time, and he leans unexpectedly.

"Again, you are. Oh, my God..."

Harold is pale in the face and holds his head again. When he found out about the fact that I was imprisoned in this room, he seemed to have roughly guessed what was going on.

Normally, it would be reasonable to assume that my sister's younger brother is trapped in a mansion to hide Lian's sister from the public, who conceived a man's child that she doesn't know is the bone of any horse.

But Richt didn't tell anyone in his kin that I was pregnant. There was a problem, so as an uncle, I guess you thought it was okay to have one or so of your consultations. I can't help but be skeptical about Richt for not doing it.

Even if I skip that, it's still unusual to restrict my sister's movements even in the mansion like this and even lock her in the room. Besides, Harold knows that one of the causes of that assault was our fault.

For once, ostensibly, it is supposed that Richt temporarily rescinded his contract with me after a sister-brother fight and turned him over to someone he knew to cool each other's heads. But I guess there were a lot of unnatural things about it.

"... we're having a kinship meeting tomorrow. That's when we decide what to do with you."

Harold, who was still about to graduate, told me that with a slightly re-held look, he left the room behind with a harsh look.