《Killing [Gods] With My Sister》Chapter: 6
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Ank
After an amazing healing from Taffy, my sister and I were back at 100%, and after saying a proper “thank you”, and a long talk about our classes (that woman got too easily excited about anything related…), we dashed straight to the guest room we were standing in.
We talked with the older [Healer] mostly about our levels up. Yes, plural: we gained two [levels].
I added 10 more points to [Magic], 5 more for [Perception] and [Resistance] each, and 2 for [Strength].
Plus, I spent my 2 spell points (we received 1 per new level), to unlock the necromancer branch with:
[Make undead (lvl. 1): allow the user to try to zombify/skelefy deceased creature with 50% chance of success. Failed attempts will become impossible to be turned undead by the same necromancer, and harder for other necromancers.]
And to unlock the [passive spell]:
[Summoner Control (lvl.1): Enhance control over summoned beings; LVL.1: can give basic orders to the summoned being in question.]
I was tempted to unlock [Summon: Deinonychus], but the older adventurer explained that, if I never expanded my range of types of creatures I could summon from the beginning, I’d end up funneling my future choices. Also, that I should spend at least a few points in passive skills/spells, but not too many, once that the nature of my [Class] was not of improving my initial summons, but constantly change the creatures I used for stronger ones.
Anyway, my new status then was like this:
[Name: Ank
Race: Half (Messenger + Filled Teeth)
General:
Level: 4
Class: Novice Help Caller
HP: 40/40
MP: 85/85
SP: 25/25
Attributes:
Strength:5
Resistance: 8
Magic: 17
Perception:8]
My sister decided something similar, making the only weapon we had available, our improvised maces, stronger; then giving 10% more damage with it; and planting the seeds for future development with other weapons, so they won’t fall so much behind that they will end up useless, investing 1 point in [Light Armor Proficiency], whose effect was exactly the same as [Mace Proficiency] but for light armors defensive abilities. Her status was like this:
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[Name: Hunah
Race: Half (Messenger + Filled Teeth)
General:
Level: 4
Class: Novice Weapon Weaver
HP: 40/40
MP: 25/25
SP: 85/85
Attributes:
Strength: 17
Resistance: 8
Magic: 5
Perception: 8]
And about the so promised loot:
“It’s kinda… shit”, I said, looking the small pile of items that we carried all the way back inside a cloth bag. “I don’t even know if we can use most of these things”, 90% of the objects laid before us were shattered pottery pieces, rusty rings and broken chains, and, generally, trash.
Studying a little about monsters, I discovered once that those creatures gathered treasures from their victims to use them as trophies to attract females; but once that I stopped to think about that, in that middle of nowhere, it was already a miracle that all they had wasn’t bones and pebbles.
Sighing, I reached for a pair of bad-quality gloves whose durability was just over 60%.
“What? No, man, what are talking about?”, while separating some stuff, somehow my sister found a small lip ornament, a copper labret that must have been looted quite recently, because its durability was still in 100%.
Her eyes were shining, and not just because of the labret, I knew as her brother. Basically, a [class] based solely on items was quite fitting to her collector nature; even back in our village, she had our bedroom filled with random trash items of all kinds.
“Ow!”, she just went ahead and pierced her lower lip, putting on the ornament; of a serpent showing its tongue. Though she grunted, it was clear she barely felt anything, as she didn’t even flinch, and just like me, she had a high [pain resistance]. “Ah, look: I can move the serpent’s tongue with my own. Cool”, she made the little copper tongue ring, playing with it.
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“Oh, really?”, I asked.
“Yeah.”
And, I don’t know if it was the still high levels of adrenaline in my blood from all the action from earlier that day, or if I simply missed playing with her like when we were the only kids around and could only explore one another, but I replied:
“Let me see it then”, and kissed Hunah.
Our lips touching, I opened her mouth with my tongue, and slowly and carefully explored every centimeter of it as I laid her on the bed she was seating on; her tongue, the insides of her cheeks, her shark-like teeth.
“An…!”, my sister moaned in a whisper, as I reached for her hands, and our fingers intertwined.
That only made me even more eager, and I moved my right knee to between her legs in cotton trousers.
I moved the labret’s tongue with my own from the inside of my sister’s mouth, and finally parted away from her, a bridge of saliva linking us for a mere instant.
Arching and between gasps for air, Hunah whispered, her face having gone from purple to red:
“My first kiss, and deep kiss, and even the first time someone felt my boobs… what else do you plan to steal from me, bro?”
We had stopped calling one another brother and sister after we first kissed, but I couldn’t tell if it was to make us feel better about that kind of relationship, or because if listening we calling one another like that was just so much more exciting.
“Everything, sis”, I said, as I let go of one of her hands, and moved my fingers over her arm, neck, breasts; where I stopped just momentarily; and to her gro-
“Heeey?”, the Taffy knocked on our door. “I made diner, and it will get cold if you don’t come to eat now.”
“Ah, y- yeah, we’re going in just a minute”, I replied, getting away from Hunah, and returning to my senses.
Fuck! What was wrong with me? Incest was illegal in many countries, and for commoners everywhere, and offsprings were all fucked up!
I took a deep breath, put my hands in my pockets to hide my erection, and ignoring my puppy-eyed twin sister on the bed, I went for dinner. And, later, for a long stay in the bathroom.
It was a little embarrassing, to pass one of my last nights in that house like that, but I wouldn’t push our departure any further for such a stupid reason: soon, we would definitely get out off that piece of jungle.
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