Ank
Not differently from the first floor, my sister and went on a hunt for every single dungeon creature in the forest, and after I needed to shave quite a few more times, and a bunch of new scars later, both of us rested inside a cave, warmed by a fire while preparing moose meat.
“Do you think this space is infinite?”, I asked.
“I’m quite sure we already walked over, like, half of this planet’s surface.”
“No, I mean, if we could fly, do you think the skies would extend forever? That the forever shinning sun here is real?”, there was no day-night circle in the [Dungeon].
“You answer me, monster-man.”
“Come on, pocket dimensions aren’t even monsters…”
“Oh, so you’re not supposed to know about your [Dungeon] made pocket dimension, but I’m supposed to know how to sew a blanket from monster fur?”, In the end, though that floor’s creatures dropped a few clothing pieces, we haven’t found a single blanket, and so, tired of just covering myself in dozens of layers of clothing, I asked Hunah to make us one. She said that collecting and using items was totally different from making them, but I couldn’t really get it (especially when she used to make our weapons before we dived in that hole), and it seemed she was still a little angry…
“You did a great job, though”, I tried to praise her; because, what the f*** else was I supposed to do?
Hunah looked to me with the corner of her eyes, a little annoyed, but finally said back:
“You better bet that I did”, her slightly frown suddenly had a sparkle of pride, and she pulled the blanket just a little more, approaching a few centimeters to me.
I did the same, but covered the entire distance between us in one go, once that she didn’t look pissed anymore, and passed an arm around her:
“Yeah, yeah, as always, you make me proud, Hunah, you’re the best.”
“Come on, you’re forcing it now”, she talked back, looking away.
“No, I’m serious: you’re the best. You are my number one, Hunah. I love to talk with you, and to stay by your side, I love how smart you are, I love your sense of humor, and… you’re pretty cute too. So, don’t get angry and let me alone, okay?”
I felt her hand reaching for mine, on her shoulders, and we intertwined our fingers.
“Bro… I feel the same way”, resting her head against my shoulder, Hunah added, hesitantly: “I- If we weren’t siblings, would you-”
“I’d just have to make you my girlfriend then”, I said, without even waiting for her to finish. “You’re everything that I always wanted, that’s a no-brainer.”
We both let out awkward laughs, the two of us blushing just sightly. And, when we stopped, staring each other in the eyes, our faces approached. We kissed. We exchanged affectionate little bites on each other’s lips, and soon both of us were breathing heavily, the blanked too hot to keep.
Then, Hunah took her pants off, and jumped on my lap, standing nude from below the waist, grabbing and trying to pull down my own trousers too.
“Hu- Hunah!”, I screamed, my heart beating fast and not exactly for excitement, grabbing her hand before she could go any further.
“Why?!”, my sister screamed back at me, tears coming to her eyes. Visibly forcing herself not to cry, she added: “why won’t you f*** me…? You keep saying these things, and doing these things, but whenever we reach this point…”
“Because…!”, immediately, a million excuses came to my mind; morality, legality, duty. But I couldn’t say any of those things as justifications, because deep down, I knew that, to me, they were all bulshit. The truth was, and I said while avoiding looking at my sister: “You’re everything that I still have, sis. If… If I give in and do it, and I lose you-”
“You idiot!” Hunah shouted, holding my face and forcing me to look right onto her, then, crying eyes. “We’ve been together for our entire lives, if I was to start to hate you I’d do it long ago! Don’t come acting as if this is some kind of secret dark side you only have, because I’ve been clearly just as in love with you, as you are with me!”, she concluded. And I felt just as emotional.
The fear I’ve been nurturing since the death of our parents, gone. It was as if a light had finally shone into my heart. I wouldn’t be left alone.
And there was only one way to thanks Hunah for that.
I rolled over my sister, laying her warm body over the blanket we threw away previously, and reached for her thigh, and groin, and felt all the heat, softness, and moisture. Hunah gasped. Between kisses, I undressed, and once I covered her over with my own body, she scratched my back with her nails. It didn’t take long before she was completely digging her sharp nails on m skin, as we moved in synchrony and panted in unison.
