I ran straight to my father's room the moment I heard my mother's words. I was completely naked, but I didn't care.
When I burst through the door, I saw him lying on the floor. A dark stream of blood was flowing from his mouth, forming a small puddle beneath his head. His eyes were open, but they were empty. He wasn't breathing.
I froze in the doorway.
Jane arrived right behind me, barely wrapped in the bedsheet from my room. She stopped beside me and stared at the scene in shock. The silence in the room was crushing.
"P-Papa…" Jane whispered brokenly. She covered her mouth with her hand as tears filled her eyes. Her legs gave out and she fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "Papa…! No… please…!"
I stood there motionless, still naked, staring at my father's lifeless face. A heavy knot twisted in my chest. Once again. I had lost another father. In my previous life, my family had been abandoned, and now history was repeating itself in the cruelest way.
Please… just kill me. I don't want to see this. I don't deserve this… I thought, feeling everything crumble around me.
My mother entered the room moments later. She froze when she saw her husband dead on the floor, her daughter crying on her knees, and me standing there naked. After a brief second of shock, she rushed to Jane and pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her daughter's head against her chest as Jane cried.
"It's okay, my girl… cry as much as you need…" Mom whispered, her voice cracking, even though her own eyes were filled with tears she was desperately trying to hold back.
I still couldn't move. I just kept staring at my father's pale face, the weight of the promise I made to him earlier pressing down on me like a mountain.
....
Two days had passed since my father's death, and in those two days, I had barely slept at all.
We buried him beneath the old oak tree — the same one where the wooden swing hung. The swing where he used to push Jane and me when we were kids, laughing as we flew through the air. Now it was his grave.
My mother, Eliza, hadn't said a single word about what she saw that night — me fucking my older sister like animals. But today, she finally called Jane into her room. They talked for over two hours.
After the burial, I hadn't left my room once. I stayed locked inside, staring at the ceiling, unable to open the letter my father gave me before he died — the letter from my grandfather. Something inside me refused to touch it.
Suddenly, the door to my room opened. It was my mother. She was still wearing her tight black mourning dress. She looked at me, I looked at her, and she sat down beside me on the bed.
I had been lying down, but when she sat, I pushed myself up and sat next to her.
Eliza stared at the floor for a long time before speaking, her voice low and serious: "Son… I spoke with Jane about your relationship. According to her, she was the one who started everything. She said she sexually abused you. Is that true?"
I understood immediately. Jane was trying to take all the blame to protect me.
You don't have to protect me, you idiot…
Looking at my mother with honest eyes, I answered: "No, Mom. We both started it… and we both liked it."
My mother's eyes widened in shock. She stood up instantly, her face twisted with rage, and slapped me hard across the face.
SLAP!
I barely reacted. There was no pain.
"What the hell were we thinking with you two?!" she screamed. "We thought you had a normal, innocent sibling relationship! But this… incest! In the name of Veldra, this goes against everything!"
She slapped me again. And again. Seven, eight, nine times. She kept hitting me until her hand got tired. My cheek burned, but I didn't flinch.
My mother was breathing heavily, her massive breasts rising and falling violently inside the black dress. She let out a long, exhausted sigh and said in a defeated tone:
"Jane has left home."
My eyes shot wide open. I jumped to my feet and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Why?! What did you say to her?!" I asked, panic clear in my voice.
She shook her head, looking broken.
"I didn't throw her out… It was her decision. And I… accepted it."
I didn't wait another second. I quickly put on my boots and clothes and ran out of the house like a madman, shouting Jane's name as I sprinted into the forest path.
My mother didn't try to stop me.
Once I was gone, she stood alone in my room. Her eyes fell on the family portrait hanging on the wall — the one with all four of us smiling… with John still alive.
A single tear rolled down her cheek. She stepped closer to the portrait and whispered brokenly:
"Oh, honey… What am I supposed to do now?"
Her legs gave way. She fell to her knees on the floor, in front of the portrait, and burst into heart-rending sobs, finally letting all the pain pour out.
....
After running like a madman for almost twenty minutes, I finally found her.
Jane was sitting on the large rock by the river, the same place where we used to swim naked as kids. She had a small travel bag beside her and was wearing a simple dress. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
When she heard me, she looked up in surprise.
"Evan… what are you doing here?"
I stopped in front of her, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck is this, Jane? You're just going to leave without saying anything? After everything?"
Jane looked down, clenching her fists.
"It's for the best… Mom knows everything. I seduced you that stormy night. It's my fault. If I leave, maybe she can forgive you. You're the man of the house now."
I knelt in front of her, grabbed her face with both hands and forced her to look at me.
"You're an idiot, Jane. Listen to me," I said firmly. "I'm not losing you too. We already buried Dad. I'm not staying alone with Mom. I need you."
I kissed her hard. Jane resisted for only a second before melting completely. Our tongues tangled desperately as I pushed her down onto the soft grass.
I yanked her dress up to her waist. She wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was already wet and glistening. I pulled out my hard cock and slammed it deep inside her in one brutal thrust.
Schluuurp!
"Aaahhh~!" Jane moaned loudly, arching her back.
I started fucking her hard and deep.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahhn! Ahhn! Evan! Harder… please!" she cried.
Her massive, heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust. I grabbed them roughly with both hands and squeezed hard while pounding her.
"Hyaah! Yes! Like that! Fuck me harder, little brother!"
I accelerated, slamming my hips against her fat ass.
PPAH! PPAH! PPAH! PPAH!
"Aaaahhh~! You're going to break me! Evan… Evan!"
I bit her neck and whispered into her ear while destroying her pussy: "Jane… I want to marry you." The lie came out smoothly. "Not as siblings… I want you to be my wife. I want us to live together, to fuck every day, for you to milk my cock with these huge tits every morning… Will you be my wife?"
Jane's eyes widened with shock and overwhelming joy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she moaned in pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! I want to! I want to be your wife, Evan! Aaaahhn~!"
Her pussy tightened violently around my cock as she came hard.
"I'm cumming! Hyaahhh~!"
I couldn't hold back either. I fucked her through her orgasm and exploded deep inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts of cum.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
After we finished, I pulled out and sat on the grass. Jane, still trembling, got on her knees, pulled out her massive milky tits and wrapped them around my cock, giving me a sloppy, loving paizuri while sucking the head at the same time.
Slurp… slurp… gluck… gluck… slurp…
"Mmmh… My husband's cock is the best…" she murmured lovingly while licking and sucking me, her huge breasts sliding up and down my shaft.
I lay back on the grass, staring at the full moon shining in the night sky. While Jane continued sucking and titfucking me, I thought to myself:
'Oh, Veldra… is it a sin to lie to my sister so she doesn't leave? Can this be considered a sacrifice? Some lies are necessary to do good. She is happy believing I want to marry her… and I'm happy she came back. Clearly I don't love her… at least not yet. But maybe in the future I will.'
Jane kept worshipping my cock, murmuring between wet sucks: "Mmmh… my future husband… I'll give you everything… my whole body… every morning…"
I gently stroked her hair as her warm mouth made me hard again.
"Let's go home, Jane. Tomorrow we start over… together."