Her face softened into a relief-filled smile. "I'm glad, Brother. You must have been truly hungry to enjoy something like that."
I returned her gaze with a knowing look. "I was. But I might get hungry again soon."
My sister laughed in response. The blue status panel in my line of sight flickered, and I noticed a new line of words appearing on its surface.
[NEW MISSION!]
[MISSION DETAILS: Fondle your sister's ass and increase her arousal to 100.]
[REWARDS: 50 EXP, 30 Magic Points, 50 ERO Points.]
It was another mission!
My eyebrows shot up instantly, and I widened my eyes, snapping my gaze in her direction.
My sister was startled and clearly couldn't understand the sudden change in my facial expression.
Fortunately, just then, my mother entered the room, her hips swaying lightly with her steps.
"Son, the food is ready."
I reluctantly pulled my gaze away from my sister, then smiled towards my mother, nodding lightly in acknowledgment.
We walked toward the rear of the house where the kitchen was situated. There, I could see an array of steaming dishes, including boiled vegetables and sliced meat. The food released a fresh, savory scent that made my stomach clench; I could tell at a glance that my mother was a good cook.
My stomach grumbled slightly at the appetizing sight of the food. Despite taking my sister's milk previously, that earlier sustenance hadn't completely satisfied me.
"Son, go ahead and eat." My mother pointed toward the tray of food as she moved with my sister toward a few low wooden benches that served as chairs.
They sat down casually, letting their rough fur skirts fall loose and part slightly.
At that sight, blood rushed up to my head, and for a moment, I momentarily forgot to eat.
The sight was undeniably erotic. Two women, their sexy thighs bare and their bodies glistening with a sheen of light sweat.
Moreover, the primitive fur cloth they wore did little to conceal their slightly bushy pubic regions.
I noticed a clear fluid slipping silently out from between my sister's inner thighs as she tried to rub them together to get rid of the moisture.
It was the wetness from our intimate contact earlier, but she didn't seem to realize that.
I controlled myself, feeling that I was truly famished, and picked up a heavy clay plate, beginning to devour its contents.
The food was nothing compared to the ornate, complex dishes I had back on Earth, but it was still manageable; at least it would fill me up.
Noticing I was eating hastily, my mother couldn't help but chuckle, cautioning lightly, "Take it easy, son, the food isn't going anywhere."
I paused my frantic movements, raising my head to glance up at her before nodding.
How could I tell her that I wanted to hastily finish eating so I could admire the sweet sensation of their bodies as they slowly devoured their meals?
The way my sister pressed her thighs together, and how her milky fluids dripped down slightly, wetting her pubic hairs and causing them to cling together.
The way my mother wiped her sweat-slicked chest lightly when some soup spilled from her mouth as she sipped on it.
The way the hot, bright light from the sun caused their exposed breasts to glisten with a new sheen of sweat.
There were so many new sensations I wanted to experience.
With that thought, I barely listened to my mother and continued eating at a rapid pace. Before my mother could say another word, I was already done.
I cleared my throat, then turned to gaze at them. I noticed that the food on their plates was only halfway consumed.
I still had time to admire the raw beauty of this new world I had been transmigrated into.
"Do you want more food?" my mother asked curiously, already placing her plate beside her and standing up.
I immediately shook my head. "Of course not, Mother. I am very satisfied."
I flashed my sister a quick grin as I spoke, and as though she could understand my hidden meaning, her face turned a faint red.
My mother paused in her movements, then nodded.
"Alright, son. Please wait for a bit while we finish our food." I noticed her voice sounded a little apologetic.
I shrugged off the thought; as long as I could stare at their bare bodies, it didn't matter what they did in the meantime.
My sister regained her composure; however, it seemed the wetness between her legs had increased in volume.
I noticed she was becoming visibly uncomfortable as she squirmed lightly in her seat, her face showing a slight frown.
Many thoughts swirled through my mind in an instant, and a new idea took hold.
I immediately spoke up, "Sister, would you like me to clean you? You look… uncomfortable." I deliberately stretched the last part of my sentence, purposefully glancing towards her pubic region with a faint smirk as I spoke.
My sister's face turned crimson once more, and I could notice her legs tremble slightly, as though she was aroused by my blunt statement.
Mother turned towards us with a puzzled expression, then noticed her daughter's clenched legs and frowned.
"Vera, your pussy is actually leaking liquid. Son is right, you need to get yourself cleaned up."
I took this as my cue and immediately chimed in, adding to my mother's words.
"Yes, and you're eating. I wouldn't want you to stress yourself. Since I'm not eating, it's better I do it for you. There's nothing wrong with your brother helping out, right?"
My mother seemed in full support of my decision, even nodding in acknowledgment of my words. My sister, however, seemed deeply hesitant, her eyes flickering with conflicting emotions.
She seemed unconvinced by my persuasive words.
I didn't allow her to think for long and walked towards a stack of neatly dried cloths nearby.
Picking one up, I began approaching my sister, whose face was still etched with unease.
She still held her plate in her hand, and her face looked bright red, staring at me with her inherent, motherly charm.
I could still clearly see the goosebumps on her fair and tender breast, which I had sucked just a moment ago.
"Brother, you don't have to do this…" my sister was hesitant once more.
I flashed her a reassuring smile and replied, bending down, "Don't worry, Sister, I am your brother. This is nothing."
She still held the plate, her face a bright, agonized red, staring at me with that sweet, motherly vulnerability.
I could still see the faint goosebumps standing proud on her fair, tender breast, the same one I had recently sucked.
"Brother, you honestly don't have to do this…" my sister pleaded one last time, her voice shaking.
I flashed her a gentle, predatory smile and replied, bending low over her, "Don't worry, Sister, I am your brother. This is nothing for me."
The moment I finished speaking, I was fully crouched, my hand with the cloth extended and reaching towards her inner, exposed thigh.
My sister looked utterly helpless, her face turning a painful, brighter shade of crimson as she slowly, reluctantly, spread her legs apart for me.
My breath immediately hitched and caught in my throat as I stared down at the thick, silvery liquid that seemed to be flowing from an endless, deep source.
It was heavily coating her dark, slightly matted pubic hair, making the patch look messy, yet somehow more wild and inviting.
The hair surrounding her pussy tapered off, leading all the way down to her sacred, slicked region, which had a prominent trail of liquid flowing out. It looked intensely sticky and elastic, stretching slightly from her labia like a long, shining thread.
I let out a shaky, ragged breath as my hand holding the cloth began to tremble violently, reaching out…