Five years ago.
After spending the whole day training and facing their father in a brutal sparring session, most of Lucien's sisters head back to their bedrooms to rest.
They use the same bathroom for bathing, and even though it is quite large and has some individual bathtubs separated by walls, Lucien always waits for his sisters to finish their baths before he enters.
Eve used to bathe him and Sophia in the same bathtub when he was just a little kid, but he soon started to become a young boy, and she doesn't want 'accidents' to happen, especially now he is fifteen.
That bathroom is a cold place, and Lucien feels the water particularly unpleasant without Sophia and their bathing games.
There are no magical devices in the bathroom as Michael thinks his children need to grow up without any luxury to become formidable warriors or rather cold killing weapons.
So, the cold red water runs across the floor, taking Lucien's blood down the drain when he hears footsteps.
Someone enters the bathroom, and as the few servants from the mountain fortress don't interact with them because of Michael's orders, Lucien thinks that person is one of his sisters.
He remains silent and continues to clean his body. And that person slowly walks as more blood runs down the icy floor.
"Tsk..." A charming female voice sounds a little angry and even disgusted. "That b.a.s.t.a.r.d takes our blood without mercy... his own blood!"
"..." Lucien recognizes Naomi's voice and keeps silent because of all his sisters, she is the one he least likes to interact with.
To him, even Amelia's aggressiveness and Claire's coldness make more sense than Naomi's strange personality.
He doesn't know how to deal with the agonizing loneliness and depression inside his heart, but her weird sense of humor and pranks definitely doesn't suit him now.
Naomi should have bathed with her sisters, but she pretended to fall early in the sparring session and accepted her father's brutal blows only to 'attack' some food in the kitchen while no one could catch her in the act.
Now, Lucien's silence makes it clear that he doesn't want to interact with Naomi, but that doesn't stop her from walking to the section where he's taking a bath and standing in front of the open door.
"Are you going to ignore me and just stand there in silence like a bleeding pig?" she asks in a provoking tone as she looks at his body. Well, she tries to see more than she should, but he has his entire body submerged in the reddish water, except for his head and arms.
"You want me to say what?" He asks in a cold tone.
She shakes her head in disappointment. "Something like 'yeah, that idiot deserves to die for it,' or whatever, maybe 'hey sister! I'm bathing here!!!"
Lucien continues was.h.i.+ng his body while not even looking at Naomi. He doesn't understand how she can joke with their situation. "Would what I say or not change anything?"
She teasingly smiles. "Do you mean about our father or me watching you naked?"
"..." He refuses to pay attention to the nonsense she says.
"Come on, don't pretend nothing is happening..." Naomi comments as she closes the door before walking to the bathtub.
"I'm not pretending anything." He responds in a neutral tone. But her strange approach leaves him a little confused. "What do you want after all?"
She kneels on the side of the tub and runs her fingers over the edge of it before sticking her hand into the water and trying to catch the sponge from him. "Nothing special; I just want some healthy interaction with my little brother and... maybe help you with the bath."
Inside the water, Naomi's fingers touch Lucien's legs, and he begins to experience unfamiliar sensations. Well, it's normal for boys in that age to already have such feelings, especially in the presence of girls as attractive as his sisters.
He can't help but remember Eve's warnings. [If you feel strange things... something like a s.h.i.+ver... and there, in that part... it gets... hard... you must not be like that because of your sisters, did you get it??]
Lucien may be naive about feelings and have almost no social ability. But he knows a lot about anatomy and understands what s.e.xual arousal is. And he knows he shouldn't feel that for his sisters; at least, that's the way Eve taught him.
Then, when Naomi is about to take the sponge from his hand, he pulls it back. "You shouldn't do it."
"Do what?" She sarcastically asks as she runs her hand over his thigh after the sponge. "I just want to wash your body-"
Lucien moves his hand to the side to prevent Naomi from taking the sponge, and when she makes the same move, her hand ends up touching a very specific part of his body.
"Ah!" He feels a s.h.i.+ver run through his entire body.
She also feels something very similar as she looks at him with her mouth open in surprise and a very naughty expression. "Luci... you were hiding something like this; so mean of you..."
"Naomi..." Lucien has to use all his will to control so many sensations coming up in his body just by having his sister's hand touching his hard member. "We must not..."
"Hehehe..." She smirks and holds his c.o.c.k by the shaft with her whole hand before starting to stroke it with slow movements. "You can lie about not liking it, and I will lie about stopping."
The first handjob a guy gets from a girl will be forever unforgettable, especially if that girl is also his sister. And even though Lucien can't lie to himself about not liking that, there are two voices echoing in his mind.
The first voice is his own conscience, something that was broken after learning that his mother died. A part of him has always blamed himself for not being able to do anything to save her, and for that, he thinks he can never be happy and deserves nothing but to suffer in a dark pit of depression.
Then, while he denies himself feeling that pleasure, the second voice in his mind reinforces that it is wrong. That's Eve's voice, repeating the same words. [This is wrong! This is so wrong!!]
"This is wrong!" Lucien gets a second of clarity and takes a firm grip on Naomi's arm.
"Why?!" Naomi doesn't stop stroking Lucien's c.o.c.k. "What's wrong with me wanting to give my brother some happiness?? Also, I need it, I need to feel alive... and I don't want to do this to anyone but you!"
Lucien sighs as he feels his arousal almost reaching the peak. He definitely doesn't want to stop, but at the same time, he knows what consequences it can have. "That's wrong because if Eve catches us, she's going to kill us."
"Hahahaha..." She starts to laugh and then jumps into the bathtub as she continues her inexperienced handjob. "I knew you wouldn't deny my love; you are just afraid of Eve!"
"Love???" Lucien asks in a sarcastic tone. "You're just doing this for your own fun! And I don't want Eve to beat me to death after our father has already stripped our skin off!!"
Naomi increases the intensity of her hand movements on Lucien's c.o.c.k as she starts stroking his chest with her other hand. "You're having fun too, aren't you?"
"..." He gets mad at himself for feeling so good doing something supposedly immoral and wrong. But what is moral to him? That doesn't seem disrespectful to Eve or any of the people he loves.
"Yeah... I feel this big thing getting even harder..." Naomi smiles and licks her own lips. "Don't worry; Eve will never know about it... I'm sure she's asleep right now..."
For some reason that Lucien doesn't know, he imagines Eve sleeping in her bed with a serene expression on her beautiful face. And that view makes him even hornier, which added to Naomi's caresses, takes him to the climax.
But at the same time, he hears other footsteps in the bathroom, and the idea of that person being Eve hits his mind hard. He really wants to stop, but it's too late; the load has already been triggered, and the target is right in front of him.
"AHHH!!!" His moan is both of pleasure, shock, and fear.
Lucien tries to get up to get out of the tub, but that only leaves the way free for his milk up to Naomi's face.
*Splash*
"AHHH?!?!!" Naomi is also surprised by the sound of footsteps in the bathroom, but what really shocks her is the strength and wonderful fragrance of the unfamiliar liquid on her face; she feels more like licking that than running away.
"WHO IS SLEEPING?!?!" Eve's furious voice echoes through the bathroom, bringing fear to the hearts of the naughty siblings.
Every feeling of pleasure leaves Lucien's body, and along with the fear, a lot of anger grows at Naomi because even though she knows how bad their situation is, she is smiling while his special milk runs down her face to her open mouth.
"This is delicious!" She's fine even if Eve kills her now because she would die with the best thing she's ever tasted in her mouth.
"d.a.m.n YOU, NAOMI!!!" That's Lucien's last words before Eve leaves him and his naughty sister in a state they can't even speak for days.
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Now.
Naomi notices that Lucien is uncomfortable about something, and she can imagine it's because of the Phoenix and their plans. She even felt bad that Gluttony wanted to devour Maya before she found out they needed her magic core.
And it's okay to trick and kill Maya if that's what it takes to stop her siblings from dying. She knows they and only they will take care of each other no matter what comes.
So, because of that, she doesn't want Lucien to feel bad about what they have to do. In fact, she doesn't want him to ever feel bad, except when it is provoked by herself.
"Luci..." She speaks in a loving tone as she gets up and walks over to him, interrupting his conversation with Maya.
He looks at her with a suspicious expression because of all his sisters, she is the most unpredictable. "Naomi..."
She makes a fake upset expression. "Won't you hug your most beautiful sister??"
Lucien starts to open his arms, but then he does a fake confused look. "Huh?? I'm pretty sure I just hugged Eve..."
"The h.e.l.l???" Naomi wasn't expecting Lucien to return her provocation with another provocation. What's worse is that she's not sure if it was just a joke or he really thinks Eve is his most beautiful sister, which leaves her confused and upset for real.
"Hahaha..." He starts laughing at how easy it is to counter-attack Naomi. Then he hugs her tightly. "But I would never deny you hugs either, my sister."
Lucien's hug feels even warmer and cozier, while his smell also seems to have evolved from something wonderful to something devilishly addictive. He also got taller, stronger, prettier...
[And those horns, wings, and... a tail!? Why does this make you even more attractive???]
"I missed you… stupid brother." Naomi abandons any jokes and speaks her feelings honestly.
"I missed you too." Lucien returns with honesty as well. Despite all the anger that she's ever made him feel, she was also responsible for some unforgettable moments in his adolescence.
But that sentimental mood makes her sick, and the teasing smiles return to her face while her dirty mind works quickly. "For real? I'm not sure about it..."
Lucien stops hugging her and looks into her face with a fake inquisitive expression. "What do you mean? Do you doubt my pure feelings for my beloved sister?"
She pouts. "Yeah, I saw you kiss so many ladies... but this sister of yours didn't get such benefits?"
"Ohh, I thought the most jealous sister was Amelia…" Lucien jokes, surprising Naomi even more. Then he holds her by the shoulders and gives her a tender peak on the forehead. "Satisfied?"
[What's going on here?!?!?] Naomi doesn't understand how Lucien's personality has changed so much; he looks like a totally different person, but at the same time, he is the same Luci, her little brother.
[Maybe I'm the one getting soft...] She wonders.
So to make sure of that, she tries to be even bolder. "Is that all?? I saw you kiss those women on the mouth!"
[What about now? Heheh-] Naomi thinks she won the battle for putting Lucien in an embarra.s.sing situation that he can't counter-attack.
But before she can say anything else, he seals her lips with a pa.s.sionate kiss.
[As you wish, dear sister! Hahaha...] Lucien feels like someone getting revenge for years of bullying. But at the same time, he is shocked at how good it feels to kiss Naomi's delicious lips. [d.a.m.n you, Naomi, again!]