Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones - Ephraim's Vice

When night fell, Ephraim was pacing impatiently in his room. He posed himself protests, but they all fell down under his excitement. Then the call for midnight came. Ephraim extinguished his lamp, and quietly opened his door, then entered Eirika's room.

It was a little darker than the night before, so Ephraim listened and observed quietly from afar. There was no sign of her being awake, so he moved closer. His heart was pounding and his flesh was ready and eager, but he had the presence of mind to move carefully.

With a delicate motion, he brushed the blanket aside and uncovered his sister's upper frame. She was wearing a chemise that wrapped around her breasts and drew them together, and ended under her navel, exposing some of her lower abdomen. She also had white underpants that wrapped snugly around her hips, and that sight alone forced Ephraim to uncover his member and begin his lewd activity. He wanted to rip the white underpants away and fulfill his blackest desire, but he restrained himself and settled for a soft touch over her sacred spot. Eirika whimpered quietly.

Shocked, Ephraim stopped and slowly drew his hand back. Why did his heart have to thud so forcefully? After a brief pause, he was assured that she was still asleep, but he idly entertained a wishful thought of what would happen, were she to wake up. Her round bust rose and fell beautifully, and Ephraim wanted to see her breasts again. With both hands, he took hold of the chemise's top edge and inched it downwards. The fabric clung tightly to her feminine swells, but with patience, he bared her bosom. She slept, unaware of how her brother used her to sate his base lust.

With one hand, he caressed her teats and the soft supple flesh surrounding them again, and gazed wistfully on the untainted beauty of her face, reminded of his deeds yesternight. The thoughts struck against his restraint, and his breathing grew more labored. Ephraim took his hand off from her chest and moved closer.

It did not take long. With a growl of suppressed anguish, he spilled his depraved desire over his sister. How it would look now if she was to open her eyes and see her brother's gross vice, spewing his illicit slime on her bared chest. With his uncontained lust running over her sister's womanly beauty, he gazed with shock and perverted pleasure at Eirika's seed-adorned, slowly rising and falling bust.

Then she whimpered again, and he startled. She hadn't noticed anything that morning, but the tight chemise would not slip off her as easily as the negligee of the night prior. Ephraim lifted the top of the chemise back up, and slipped on her breasts more easily than it had come off. The fabric was instantly stained with his shame, but he hoped it would dry off before the morning. He hastily lifted the blanket partially over her, hid his incriminating member, and stumbled out from the room.

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Ephraim dreamed of his desires for Eirika, and of his lewd fixation laid out on his sister's chest. When he woke up, he found a revitalized reminder of his urges lifting the blanket. In an illogical haze, he drew on stiff pants that hid his shame, but only for the public space of the corridor between his room and Eirika's. He hastily put on a shirt as well and left it unbuttoned, then went out and slowly opened the opposite door. But she was already awake.

"Oh look, somebody's an early riser!" she said with a smile.

"Uhm... morning, Eirika."

She had apparently brushed her hair already, but she was still wearing the chemise, and pulling at the top.

"Look, my drooling's becoming worse. It's all sticky, eww!" Then, suddenly, the adhesive gave out, and the top came down under the force of her pull, exposing her breasts.

"Oh, ooops! Um..." stuttered Ephraim and quickly covered his eyes.

"It's alright, it isn't like you would jump in and grab my boobs just from seeing them," said Eirika. At the moment, Ephraim wanted to do just that and confess everything. But when he lowered his hand, she had the top back on.

"So, I came to see if you were up. Will you be long?" asked Ephraim, striving to sound nonchalant.

"It's a little stiff..." Eirika pondered, poking the fabric with her finger, then she looked up. "I will be a minute."

Ephraim nodded, and as he was leaving, Eirika put her red shirt over the chemise. Ephraim's eyes widened. She was going to wear the chemise the whole day, dirtied with his seed? When they rejoined, he was properly dressed and she was wearing her short skirt, showing her bare upper thighs.

They ate breakfast together, joined halfway through by their father, and then went on with their schedule, which focused on theoretical studies for the day. Ephraim could hardly focus on the strategic advantages of heavily armed knights versus mounted cavaliers. Proof of his continued ill deeds rested under his sister's clothes, and as they sat in silence and read from old, heavy tomes, his tension grew and he grew restless with his unease. It did not help that Eirika would frequently take or replace light journals from the upper shelves of the library. As she climbed up a small ladder, she often gave Ephraim a good view up her skirt and at her underpants, and he could not avert his eyes.

"Maybe we should take a break? You look flushed," she said after a few hours in the library. "It's soon mealtime, anyway."

However, some of the soldiers asked for Ephraim's surveillance in their training after his meal, so he had to part from Eirika. It became a relief for him, but as he calmed, he started planning forward for the evening. This night, he needed more of her, sickened as he was by the depths he would sink into.