Scarlet was over Gael, her large, heavy breasts hanging over him. The faint candlelight bathed the scene in a shaky golden glow, highlighting the curves of a body forged by intense fencing training. A beautifully sculpted abdomen, strong arms and shoulders, combined with a defined chest that held her bare breasts.
The shock paralyzed him, and for an extremely dangerous reason, his eyes couldn't look away from the sight. When they were kids, it was normal for them to bathe together or even sleep in the same bed, kicking each other's faces, but now the situation was completely different.
Scarlet had grown and developed the charms of a mature woman, and Gael was no longer innocent enough to see her merely through the eyes of his childhood. She showed a smug smile on her lips, her sharp teeth even shone for a moment with pride.
"So, you dummy? I have no appeal?"
He swallowed hard, trying to find his choked voice. He could feel the warmth of her body, her breath almost brushing his face, stirring the nerves that were on edge and slowly seemed to want to betray all morals.
"S-Scarlet, what are you doing?"
She let out a low, sensual laugh.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm proving my point. And you..." She tilted her head, and her eyes scanned his body. "...are enjoying it."
Words like that made the poor guy move his hands from his face to his groin, seeing a completely inappropriate reaction for the relationship they had. To make matters worse, any courage to look her directly in the eyes flew away, generated by an overwhelming shame that made his heart beat so hard his ribs felt like they would break.
"St-Stop it, it's not funny..."
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" Scarlet's fingers touched his chin, lifting it. "Don't you want to enjoy a little of this with me, and maybe I can show you why I'm so desired among the ranks of the guard soldiers? Or are you not brave enough for that?"
Gael was already finding everything too wrong to just go along with that strange situation, wanting to push her away and create space, maybe run out of the room in search of a hiding place. However, what completely broke the whole bizarreness was a scratchy laugh from Scarlet, who jumped up and stepped on his chest.
"My goodness, you weren't even going to ask your sister to stop?! Men really are lewd creatures, I thought you'd at least have a little dignity!"
"W-What?"
"I'm just messing with you. It's not like I care about taking off my pajama top anyway, and I'm not interested in any specific guy. I just wanted to see if you had turned into a little devil."
She picked up her pajama top with her other foot and put it on, pulling it down. The beautiful pair of breasts disappeared. This didn't disappoint Gael, it relieved him more than anything else... but it was inevitable to feel immense hatred.
He grabbed his sister's leg and pulled her to the side, enough to make her tumble onto the bed as if she'd tripped. Then he retracted his legs and prepared to start pulling that lunatic's hair.
"Don't you dare come at me with that! My day's already been crap, and I don't want to deal with your lame jokes!"
"Ow! You jerk!"
It didn't take long for Scarlet to regain her footing and try to lunge at Gael, ready to give him a few taps on the head, as they always did in their friendly childhood. However, her brother was strangely moved by rage, and his eyes gained a faint blue glow.
She immediately backed off, knowing that if she took one step forward, she might be thrown to the other side of the room by a fireball. The glow in Gael's eyes suddenly changed, switching from the usual blue when manipulating elemental energy to a vibrant pink.
Scarlet opened her mouth to speak, but she had no time. A muffled pop filled the air, followed by a sudden wave that expanded from him like a stone impacting water. The pulse hit her. Her body flew from the edge of the bed and landed sideways on the rug, with a dull thud and a grunt of surprise.
"Scarlet!" Gael leaped out of bed, his heart pounding. He dropped to his knees beside her and reached out his hands, not knowing where to touch first. "I didn't... I don't know what that was! I'm sorry! I lost control, I just wanted to push you away..."
She was breathing fast, almost panting, avoiding looking him in the eye. Her skin, always marked by the tan from her training in the sun, was now tinged with a reddish hue that rose from her neck to her ears. Her body trembled, but it didn't seem to be from pain.
"Scarlet?" He leaned in closer, trying to see if he had broken a bone. "Are you...?"
Her gaze finally rose, and there was something in it that Gael couldn't identify. A clearing of the throat from his sister tried to break the weird atmosphere, but the situation was far too exotic to be treated simply.
Then, their faces met. An electric current shot through Gael's mind, his skin instantly burned, and a strange wave of euphoria surged through his chest, only to drop to his groin and begin to circulate in a far too dangerous region.
Scarlet stood up, taking off her pajama top and throwing it to the side, before grabbing his shoulders with a force that was impossible to escape. She forced a deep, passionate kiss on him, one that was impossible to mistake for anything other than a dangerous feeling.
Worse, her arms wrapped around him, keeping close, so every second became a suffocating mix, wavering between right and wrong. When it was over, Scarlet had already laid him back on the bed and was still applying pressure to his shoulders, pinning him there.
"I'm going to prove... that I'm feminine..."