A Pervert's Dream Land.

For the first time since he had been reborn into this world, Kael felt the tables turn. He had always seen himself as the one pulling the strings, the one taking what he wanted, but now he was the one being pushed into action.

As he struggled to look up, he saw an cute wicked smile on Mira’s face.

He hadn’t been interested in her body before—he had preferred his mother and aunt—but he wasn’t going to turn down an invitation form her.

His instincts kicked in instantly. He leaned forward, sticking his tongue out, and traced the line of her clean, pink slit.

Mira gasped, her hips jerking forward as his tongue flicked over her sensitive folds. Kael didn’t hesitate.

He began to lick and suck on her clitoris, his hands coming up to grip her hips and hold her firmly in place. He was going to show her exactly how he played the game.

Mira’s labia were tight and untouched, lacking the experienced stretch of their mother’s, but that pristine innocence only excited Kael more.

It was a different kind of thrill—breaking in something that had never known a man’s touch.

He used his fingers to pull her folds apart, pinning the delicate skin back to fully expose her clitoris. As he began to swirl his tongue over the sensitive nub, he felt her stiffen and then shudder.

The moment his tongue worked her clit, a jolt of pure electricity shot through Mira. She gasped, her fingers tangling into his hair, and she instinctively shoved his head deeper against her.

"Yes, stupid brother, lick it! Yes, right there... ah, hmm... mmmhhhaahh," she groaned, her voice thick and raspy.

She was taking deep, ragged breaths, struggling to keep her body from buckling under the sudden, overwhelming intensity.

Kael smirked against her skin.

He was genuinely impressed; even in the throes of a massive bliss, she still managed to keep her signature sharp, bratty tone.

She was clearly in seventh heaven, but she was sharp enough to keep her moans muffled, pressing her hands over her own mouth to ensure she didn’t alert their mother in the other room. Kael didn’t let up; he pressed his tongue harder against her clit, rhythmic and demanding, driving her closer to the edge.

The pleasure peaked, becoming a tidal wave that threatened to shatter her control. Mira felt the telltale pressure in her lower belly—a warning that if Kael didn’t stop, she was going to lose everything, including her dignity.

Desperate, she tried to pull his head away, her hands trembling as she attempted to slide off him.

But Mira had gravely underestimated her brother.

Kael wasn’t about to let her dictate the terms of this encounter anymore. If she was bold enough to force him into this, she had to be prepared for the consequences.

With a swift motion, he clamped his right hand over her mouth, muffling her potential protests, and used his body weight and left hand to forcefully roll her onto her back.

He trapped her beneath him, resuming his assault with renewed, relentless focus.

He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting and flicking with surgical precision against her clit and inside her entrance.

Mira writhed, her body bucking as the dam finally cracked. She tried to scream, but Kael’s hand held her lips firmly shut, forcing her to swallow her own whimpers of shame and ecstasy.

For fifteen minutes, he pushed her, teasing the pleasure until her nerve endings were raw and screaming.

Mira felt the internal pressure become unbearable—a dam breaking inside her. With a final, desperate twitch of her body, she lost the battle for control.

A warm, steady stream of liquid flooded out of her, soaking Kael’s face and hair. She was mortified, her eyes wide with shock, but Kael didn’t pull away; he only continued, savoring the mess she had made, savoring the fact that he had completely undone her.

Kael wiped the warm liquid from his face with the back of his hand, breathing heavily. The sheer volume of it was unexpected, but he had felt her body twitching and contracting under his tongue, signaling the climax was inevitable.

"Damn, she released a lot," Kael muttered, his voice still ragged. He sat up, shaking his hair to clear the moisture, and looked down at his sister.

Mira was curled into a tight ball, the bedsheet pulled high over her head in a desperate attempt to vanish from the room.

"Okay, little devil," Kael said, his voice dropping into that familiar, mocking, teasing tone he used to keep her on the back foot.

"How did you like my love?"

He reached down and yanked the sheet away, fully expecting to see her flushed with residual embarrassment or perhaps still sporting that sharp, defiant glare. Instead, his teasing grin faltered.

Mira wasn’t looking at him with anger or even feigned annoyance. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red and swimming, her expression one of utter, crushed vulnerability.

She looked smaller, broken, and profoundly ashamed.

Kael froze. The surge of victory he had anticipated—the feeling of absolute superiority he usually derived from pushing these women past their limits—was suddenly absent.

Seeing her like this, genuinely weeping over the intensity of the experience, he realized he hadn’t just dominated her; he had forced her to confront a level of raw, physical humiliation that she clearly wasn’t emotionally prepared to handle. The "game" suddenly felt much awkward.

Kael moved closer, pulling her into his arms and stroking her hair in a clumsy attempt at comfort.

Her only response was a broken, rhythmic chanting—"Idiot brother, stupid brother"—as if the words were the only anchor she had left in her suddenly shattered world.

He realized that his usual teasing would only deepen her shame, so he shifted tactics.

"Listen, Mira. I’ll tell you a secret."

He felt her stiffen in his arms, her sobbing hitching. Even without her looking at him, he knew he had her full, desperate attention.

"You aren’t the only one who lost control today," Kael said, his voice low and soft, dropping the mocking edge he’d used earlier.

"Even Mother couldn’t hold herself back. When I was with her in the shed, she lost control of her bladder and soaked the floor. You just didn’t notice because you weren’t there."

He let the silence hang in the room, letting the implication wash over her—that she wasn’t some broken, humiliated freak, but was simply succumbing to the same overwhelming power he had unleashed on their mother.

The sobbing slowed, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow as she processed the information. Finally, she shifted, looking up at him with wide, watery eyes, her voice barely a whisper.

"Are you... are you telling the truth?"

"I swear it, Mira. But you absolutely cannot tell Mom," Kael said, leaning in with a look of feigned, nervous desperation.

"If she finds out I told you about her accident, it’ll be the end of me. She made me promise on my life not to breathe a word to anyone."

Seeing the terror on her brother’s face—or at least the very convincing performance of it—Mira let out a small, wet giggle.

"Heh..."

Kids are just too easy to coax, Kael thought, his inner smirk contrasting sharply with his worried expression.

He took her hands, pulling her gently from the damp, ruined sheets. "Come on. Let’s get to the bathroom. We need to wash up, and since this bed is ruined, I suppose I’ll have to take your bed for the rest of the night."

Mira didn’t argue. She let out a small, compliant "hum" and allowed him to lead her out of the room.

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