THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FAN-FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
Still wanna read? Enjoy at your own risk.
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"OW! MOMMA! RUDY'S BEING MEAN!" I cried out sitting in a bath right across from Rudy.
"Whoops! I was trying to get the dirt caked on your face sis!" Rudy explained. He then reached his hand out to smudge my face.
"I don't have dirt caked on me!" I shot back swiping his hand away.
"I'm afraid Rudy's right. There is a lot of dirt still caked there Lia." Momma confirmed, scraping a bit off with her finger to show me.
All that did was piss me off.
"Well it's Rudy's fault! I wouldn't be so dirty if he hadn't used another one of his quagmires on me!"
"If Rudy's going to play dirty, you just need to learn how to avoid it!" momma said, wiping my face with a wet cloth.
"That's not fair though!"
"Your mother is right." Lilia added. Real battles aren't fun. I was a Swordswoman once, but I wasn't very good and was given a job that put me in a lot of danger."
"You were a swordswoman Lilia?" I asked.
"She sure was! She went to the same school as your father!" Momma confirmed.
"No way! Papa went to school?!" Rudy asked.
"Yep! That's how he and Lilia even know each other! They were both classmates in the same year!"
"For real?! I becha papa was an amazing student." I suggested.
"Actually. He was horrible." Lilia said as quietly as she could.
"Papa? Horrible? At swordsman school?" I tried to confirm.
"Don't get me wrong. He was a prodigy, and even the teachers could barely beat him, but when it came to being a student, he just wasn't very good at it." Lillia explained.
"Huh?" I gave momma and Lilia a genuinely confused look.
"What Lilia is trying to say is that papa was a lazy loafer!"
"Ah. So like Rudy then."
"What?! I'm not lazy!" Rudy tried to defend.
"Are too!"
"I bet you can't even name one lazy thing I've done!
"You see this dirt on my face meanie? You did that so you could be lazy in beating me!"
"That's not lazy! That's strategy!"
"Papa calls it cheating!"
"Papa calls anything he can't do cheating. Your Papa doesn't like losing and has horrible sportsmanship." Momma retorted.
She didn't have to defend Rudy. That brat needs to be wrong sometimes! There was only one thing left to do. I took one good look at Rudy, saw a stupid smirk on his face and snapped. I splashed water at him and he fell over into the tub. He splashed about like an idiot until he was able to position himself in a stable sitting position again.
"HEY! CHEAP MOVE!"
"Oh? I thought that was supposed to be strategy. Or did you change your mind all of a sudden?"
Momma started laughing and Rudy gave us both a dirty look before shrugging his shoulders and smiling. It wasn't long after that we were pulled out of the bath and dried off by Momma and Lilia.
A year passed since Roxy came to tutor us, and in the time since we were born, me and Rudy were bathed together. It was fine. We were babies and neither of us got aroused or was interested in each other's bodies. Somehow being in an extremely sexual situation wasn't sexual for either of us. It was actually relaxing. Being in the bath together, it just felt like a normal activity just like anything else, of course I cried when momma started bathing us, but maybe she just assumed I didn't like the water.
If momma wasn't bathing us, Lilia was, so even if Rudy wanted to try anything, he couldn't. Both had already smacked his hands away when he tried it before and I'm sure the pain stuck with him. I guess in a way he was already learning to treat women with more respect solely because he has a twin sister now. It's unclear though if that will accelerate his character growth or just train him to be more sneaky.
Regardless of his behavior, it seemed that mom was already starting to play favorites, and spoiler alert, it wasn't me. Maybe it was his energy, or maybe it was his sheer aptitude for magic, but anytime he entered a room her face lit up with a smile. Roxy was the same way for whatever reason. It might have been because Rudy was always ready to challenge Roxy on any and everything in an effort to understand all the rules of this world and how to exploit them. It was fine, because I was obviously dad's favorite, and Lilia's too for that matter.
Playing favorites is boring anyway. I'll let him have this one just because I don't care and for no other reason. If it really came down to it, I could crush him in a favoritism battle easily. I know all his weaknesses, and I used to be an adult woman, so I know all the tricks to make men and women alike love me. It's the one thing I learned that I know won't fail here.
Speaking of adult women, Roxy has a much more fragile ego than I remember her having. Rudy calls her out on a lot of things, and at first, she would just get mildly embarrassed, but now that she's gotten used to us, she's starting to pout. You'd think she wouldn't let a little kid's heckling get to her, and maybe she didn't at first, but slowly, Rudy's heckling has gotten more and more personal to the point that now he knows how to hit it where it hurts, namely, calling her an airhead master. The airhead part isn't the part that stings, it's the master part. She hates the word using weird excuses like we're her equals in talent or something dumb like that. It's especially condescending to me, because I'm not even as far along in magic studies as Rudy is. He's just naturally good at this shit, but when it comes to swordplay, I can beat his ass every time. The older we get, the clearer our natural talents become.
Roxy can also be pretty childish for her age, especially when we're eating peppers. The first time we had pepper with her, she ate them, but she clearly didn't like them. After about the third or fourth time eating them she wouldn't eat anymore after that. What a brat. There's stuff I don't like to eat either, but for my mother's sake I never refuse them outright like she does! If I wasn't so much younger than her, I'd scold her good.
"Goodness Roxy. You really know how to put some perspective on life." Momma remarked one night at the table. There was a bowl of peppers in the middle of the table and every one had some on her plate except her.
"Perspective? What do you mean by that?"
"I always thought my children would be the picky eaters, but some adults– Well you know." Momma started and then cut herself off.
"I'm sure your peppers are fine when it comes to peppers. I just don't like peppers."
"What if there was a monster made of peppers and the only way you could kill it was by eating it?" I suggested.
"I guess I'd just die." She responded with barely any sarcasm.
"Wow. You're even more dramatic than my kids Roxy!" Momma interjected.
"Stop bothering me about peppers. I'm not the only childish one here." Roxy muttered probably not trying to start any fights. It didn't work, because Momma stood up in her seat.
"Are you trying to say I'm childish?" Momma shot down at her. Roxy's face went red and she turned her head to the side.
"No, but we both know Paul is." she managed to squeeze out/
Everyone looked at Papa.
"Are you serious? You're seriously taking the side of a girl short enough to be a kid?!" Paul griped.
"Papa! That's just rude! Apologize to Roxy now!" Mamma scolded sitting back down.
"What?! She started it!"
"Stop acting like a child!" Momma folded her arms.
"Rrgg! Fine! I'm sorry!"
"Don't look glum!"
"I have every right to be glum! Why should I give you the pleasure of seeing me happy?
"Because Roxy isn't my man. You are." Momma said, giving him a sexy look in her eyes.
Paul shifted suspiciously, looked down, then gave a smirk. There's no way, right? I dropped my fork then crawled under the table to see mamma grinding her foot on papa's crotch. Fuck, these two are disgusting sometimes. I climbed back into my seat then tried to pretend I saw NOTHING.
I'd forgotten how these two were, and even though the anime painted it as pretty bad, it doesn't even come close to capturing just HOW BAD these two are! You'll be sleeping at night and then hear these two moaning and yelling like they're being robbed or something, but they aren't being robbed. They're just fucking! I'm sure Roxy is sick of their shit too. I can't imagine what it's like for her. It would be one thing if it was once a week or so, BUT IT'S LIKE FIVE TO SEVEN TIMES A WEEK! GIVE IT A BREAK YOU FUCKING FREAKS!
One night I was having a nice sleep when a new problem came to bother me.
"Hey Leah! I went to go to the bathroom just now and saw master touching herself!" Rudy whispered, shaking me.
"I'm sleepy Rudy. Tell me in the morning."
"Don't you want to see it? She had her hands between her legs and her face was all red!" He went on to explain.
I turned over and groaned. I then noticed something odd. His hands. They were on me, but there was a slight vibration to them, rather, a slight shake. Wait a minute, was he scared? I rubbed my eyes to get a good look at him and saw that he was a bit excited, but also nervous. Like really nervous.
I'd seen a lot of new hires in my day, so I knew what a nervous greenhorn looked like pretty well. That's what Rudy was in this moment. He'd seen something he'd never actually seen before and he was nervous about it. Maybe that's why he never tried anything with Roxy in the original anime at this point. Maybe that's why he got erectile dysfunction later on. Despite his knowledge, Rudeus Greyrat really was a virgin in deeper ways than anyone realized.
It's not like I was any better. Mamma and Papa's fucking was messing with me, and in this moment, I realize just how much. A burning curiosity was ripping through me, and even though I wanted to stay as far away from those things as I possibly could, a small part of me throbbed deep within. Maybe it was my Greyrat genes. Maybe it was regret.
I looked at Rudy again. He had a face that was trying its hardest not to look too interested in spying on Roxy, even though I knew the truth. I stirred a bit and sat up.
"Well? Do you want to go see? Or should we just forget about it?" Rudy asked softly.
So he was letting me decide. Smart bastard. That way if we get caught he can just say I was the one who wanted to watch. I sat there and sat there. I placed my hands under my chin and leaned forward in my bed, well actually… it was his bed… or rather… it was our bed. This was a lot of pressure, and all I wanted to do was to– there might not ever come a time like this again for the rest of our lives.
I could make excuses, but this was a moment. I'd let a lot of moments slip past me in my old life. I was fully dedicated to not wasting that in this life… but just how dedicated? Am I going to make an exception just because its something I find uncomfortable? Where will I draw the line? Here? Or will I keep moving it? Fuck. I'm going to hate myself for this later. I gave him the slightest nod.
"Okay. Let's go look. But just for a second."