A Taste of Bliss

A/N: Don't own Suikoden. Chapter Four rises from the ashes, like a phoenix.

Tags: You've read this far right? You should know that almost nothing is sacred by now.

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The sun hung high in the sky, a tight, brilliant ball of light that seemed to smile down on Falena. To two people, it seemed to smile down upon them, especially.

These people were the Prince of Falena, and his younger sister, and the future Queen, Lymsleia.

The two young people in question sat on a small hillock some distance away from the castle. A stone outcropping jutting from the earth provided shelter from the worst of the sun's rays, and it was here that the royal children had escaped to.

Of course, they had shirked their guards quite easily. No doubt they would be reprimanded for their actions on their return to the castle. But for now they relaxed in their solitude. A blanket was spread underneath them, and a wicker basket sat open between them, the idyllic picnic lunch.

They ate in companionable silence, both of them regarding the nearby lake. If they only knew how similar their thoughts were at this moment in time.

The young princess had come out here with the intention of fully seducing her brother. She had dressed the part, foregoing her usual garb for a white sundress that danced about her ankles when she walked, and a hat with a large brim. Simple white sandals completed the ensemble.

Our gallant Prince had come here to make things up to his sister. He still felt terrible about ignoring her, and was resolute to do something about it. Of course, dwelling on his perceived wrong led him to thinking about how *that* situation had come about. The end result was that he was very much considering bolting for the water in order to take care of his no-so-little problem, politeness be damned.

*Or you could always ask Lym to take care of it for you...* A dark corner of his mind whispered unbidden. The Prince tried to stamp down the thought, but the damage was done. He squirmed uncomfortably, attempting to reposition his tabard so it concealed his tenting pants.

Lymsleia sat demurely, picking idly at a sandwich as she stared unseeing across the crystal blue waters of the lake. She too was remembering the morning when her relationship with her brother had changed. She still wasn't sure what has possessed her to do it. At first, she had just been curious. As the Princess, her education was more than up to snuff on all matters, including things of a sexual nature. But she'd had no practical experience, or even exposure. At least, not with boys. She'd *heard* about morning wood of course, had heard a lot of things. She resolved to sort fact from fiction, and what better person to do it with than her brother?

It had been easy to divest him of his pants. He tied the drawstring in the same fashion one would tie off boots, so the Princess simply undid the knot and slid the pants down and off her brother's legs. It was a little difficult getting them off of him completely but if she knew her brother at all, he was a heavy sleeper and she wouldn't be able to wake him short of the world ending.

The obstacle removed, the Princess turned her eyes on her reward. She attempted to study it clinically, but couldn't help the small thrill of excitement that ran through her. Her brother was larger than what she'd heard the average was. Looked to be slightly girthier as well. She reached out a hand to feel it, and was delighted to find it warm to the touch. Her fingertips grazed it, coming to rest wrapped just underneath the flare of the crown, and it jumped in her grip. The Princess felt a sense of power, that she could elicit this kind of response with a simple touch, and gently squeezed her fingers slowly, almost in a massaging fashion. The resulting response was a shifting of the hips from her brother, and a groan. The Princess restrained her urge to giggle, instead sliding her hand down her brother's impressive length, resting it in the bed of snowy white curls at its base.

Lymsleia humphed in dissatisfaction. Why did her brother get to inherit their mother's hair color, and not her? Hopefully, Lym would inherit her mother's bust size. The girl absently released her brother, instead looking down at herself. This was foolish. There was no way her brother would condone this. Lym felt the beginnings of a depressive mood come over her, and with great difficulty she shook it off. Who said her brother had to know anyway? This was just for her to learn something about the male body, that's all.

With her resolve strengthened, the Princess leaned forward again, hunkering down on the bed and supporting herself with her left arm. She intended on getting a better look at her brother's equipment. She wrapped her hand around the base of it and tilted it towards herself somewhat. A droplet of glistening fluid was perched on the tip of the Prince's erection, and the Princess found herself leaning forward and licking it off. She expected it to taste bitter, but there really hadn't been enough for her to get the real flavor of it, just the strong heady taste that she would come to associate with her brother. She found it to her liking, and resolved to experience more.

She knew nothing about fellatio, but understood the principle. Lymsleia took a moment to square herself away mentally, and realized her teeth might be painful unless she took care to avoid scraping her brother with them. A deep breath and Lym leaned forward again, gently pressing her extended tongue against the underside of her brother's penis and licking up and over the head slowly, dragging out the contact as long as she could.

The Prince groaned and shifted, inadvertently shifting himself away from Lym's questing tongue a bit. The girl gasped as he grumbled slightly, and saw his eyelids flutter.

*Oh Gods... He's waking up...* She thought frantically. Her mind ran through a thousand possibilities in a single second, each of them ending horribly. Without even thinking, she leaned forward and ducked her head, sucking on her brother and laving him with her tongue. He groaned again, and she rolled her eyes up to meet his.

She hadn't expected to see the lust in his eyes. Maybe confusion, but not that. It was quickly replaced with fear, and Lymsleia could figure why. He had no idea what was going on, or how he had gotten into this situation. Lym intended to rectify that and promptly attempted to fill her mouth with her brother. His eyes snapped closed, and his head crashed back onto his pillow.

"Gods, Lym..." He groaned as she licked him again...

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Lymsleia shook herself out of her recollection. Thinking like that was dangerous. Her brother had said he wanted to take it slow, court her, and she would wait. Thoughts like that would ruin her resolve quickly.

Lym shifted her weight slowly, feeling the warm, sticky dampness between her legs. Thoughts like that would ruin her underwear even faster. Well, there was only one thing to do for it, besides jumping her brother.

"I'm going for a swim, brother!" Lym declared promptly. She stood and decided to tease her brother a bit. She slid the shoulder straps for her dress off, and it pooled around her ankles. She peeled her underwear off quickly, making sure to keep her profile presented to her brother. She could feel his eyes on her, although he was trying very hard not to look directly and keep his gaze directed forward. Lym fumed inwardly. Avoid looking at her huh?

Lymsleia turned her back on her brother and promptly bent at the waist to gather her discarded clothing. She could easily recall her brother's fascination with her feminine bits, and decided to use them to her advantage. She glanced over her shoulder surreptitiously, and caught her brother turning his head in the opposite direction. She smiled. Sometimes her brother was just too funny. Lym hurriedly straightened her clothes, folding everything up and placing them back against the rock spur. She stood and stretched, then looked at her brother.

"Is it okay if I go swim?" She asked. The Prince looked up at her, and then nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak, and was turned rather awkwardly to attempt to hide his erection.

Lym giggled, dropping to her knees next to him. "Or would you like some help with that instead?" She asked, her normally innocent voice pitched deeper due to her own arousal.

The Prince stared at his sister as if she'd grown two heads. Had he heard he right? Surely it must have been a mistake. All this blood rushing elsewhere was making his mental faculties function at less than optimal capacity. "What?" He managed to croak out.

Lymsleia smiled indulgently and scooted around to her brother's front, quickly moving his tabard out of the way, and slipping a hand inside his pants. Her eyes lit up, and the Prince gasped. Lym's free hand pulled on the Prince's waistband, and he lifted his hips without thinking. Lym divested her brother of his pants, and then eyed his penis in her hand. If at all possible, it looked larger than the last time.

Lym scooted about for a moment, and then lay prone, lifting her upper body with a braced arm. "Ooooh." She cooed over her brother's endowment, pumping it lightly with nimble fingers as her breath washed over him. He sighed and relaxed against the rock behind him. Lymsleia giggled. "You certainly didn't put up much of a fight, Brother!" She teased.

The Prince smiled back at her. "Lym, you'll find that very few men will ever resist a woman intent on pleasuring them." He informed her. "Well, now that you have me, what is it you intend to do with me, young lady?" The Prince asked, putting on a mock stern face.

Lym chuckled, leaning forward and taking a lick over her brother before wrapping her lips around him. She never broke eye contact the whole time, and the Prince found himself spellbound as his little sister sucked him off.

"Gods sweetling, do you know what you're doing to me?" The Prince gasped out as Lym hummed softly around him.

Lymsleia nodded, and let her brother slide out of her mouth with a resounding *Pop!*. "Mmm-hmm." Lym hummed, lying prone completely now and bringing up her other hand to touch the Prince as well. "I was sucking on your penis, and now I'm stroking it." She proclaimed. The Prince bit down on his bottom lip to contain his laughter. His sister, such a wonderful cocksucker, and she was *so* politically correct about things still.

"Lym, call it what it is. Don't be so proper about these things." The Prince instructed.

The Princess smiled up at her brother. "Fine. What do you want me to call it, brother?" Lym smiled wickedly. She knew what her brother wanted to hear. She still remembered how he'd made her come undone at the seams before, and she was looking to get him back.

The Prince shifted uncomfortably. Lym hadn't broken her rhythm, both hands wrapped around him together, fingers interlaced. She was slowly pumping him up and down, milking more and more pre-cum out of him with every upward stroke. Every once in a while, she would lean forward and lick it off, or suck on him for a few moments before releasing him. It was torture. The Princess leaned forward, and after holding eye contact with her brother, allowed a mouthful of saliva to slowly dribble from her lips onto him. Her hands quickly scooped it up and used it as lubrication to increase her speed.

"Call it a cock, Lym. For me, please." The Prince panted after several long moments where it felt like Lym was trying to use his manhood like a drinking straw, she was generating that much suction. The girl would have grinned had her mouth not been otherwise occupied and her cheeks caved in. She slowly loosened the ring of her lips and allowed air to slowly enter her mouth.

The Prince gasped at the sensation. Lym raised her head, hands continuing their motion. "Brother, I just love sucking your cock!" Lym proclaimed. She felt her brother twitch and pulse in her hands. The Prince couldn't believe his ears. She had done it with that same innocent voice that she used anytime she was in trouble. The Prince felt his entire world shift on its axis.

"Say it again." The Prince groaned. Hearing that had shredded his self-control. It was only a matter of time now.

Lymsleia actually *purred*, a low vibrating sound in her throat, before returning her mouth to her brother, mumbling around him. "I love your cock."

That was strike two. The Prince could feel his eyes roll back in his head, and he was certain he'd bitten through his lip if the metallic taste was any indication. Still, he wanted to warn his sister. "Lym. So close. Gods, don't stop." The Prince ground out in halting speech.

"I won't." Lym whispered. She had her eyes focused on her brother's face as she picked up her pace. She'd heard about boys when they came, and was eager to see it for herself. She picked up her pace and loosened her grip, working her brother faster and faster until he let out a ragged groan. Her eyes snapped down to his manhood in time to see the first spurt of her brother's seed issue forth.

Unfortunately for Lymsleia, she was leaning much too close and caught it squarely in the chin. It spattered across her lower face, and she cooed in amazement, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "So warm!" She shifted her head, and proceeded to let her brother come on her face.

Now, normally our intrepid Prince is like most men with respects to his orgasm. It was normally over and done with, with just a minor mess. This time, however, the Prince felt like he was going to turn inside out. He just kept coming. He managed to force his eyes open in time to see another streamer of his ejaculate splatter across his sister's features. She still hadn't stopped stroking him, although the motions had slowed to coincide with each eruption from her brother's cock.

Cock. How she loved that word, the way it made her brother react, and the way it made her feel to say it. Lym resolved to not let it fall out of her vocabulary. Her brother's orgasm finally slowed to a stop. She had been careful to angle her face so that the lower half of it would catch most of the eruption, but a few shots had gone astray, and Lym found that locks of her hair had been streaked with the stuff. She smiled, and her tongue darted out to lick her brother clean. He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.

"Gentle, sweetling. Be gentle." He encouraged. Lym nodded, and continued to meticulously clean her brother, licking her hands clean when she was finally done cleaning him of his mess. She smiled up at her brother from her position between his legs. "Guess I look like a mess, huh?" She asked.

The Prince smiled back at her. "I know how to take care of that." He said, grinning maliciously. Lym's eyes lit up, and she leapt to her feet, squealing in mock terror as she ran. The Prince calmly pulled on his pants, and then stood somewhat stiffly. Lym stood a good twenty feet away, watching him warily.

He scooped up Lym's clothing and dropped it into the picnic basket then began to gather everything else and meticulously placed it all inside. Lym watched in mounting horror. The Prince closed the lid after slipping the folded blanket inside, and set the basket firmly against the rock. He turned to face his sister as she gaped at him. "M-my clothes!" She said in the way of demanding an explanation. The Prince said nothing and simply walked over to her, his expression carefully guarded.

Lymsleia looked up at him as he approached at a slow walk. She had no idea what he was going to go. She saw the grin break out on his face an instant before he broke into a run. It was an instant too late, and Lym found herself scooped up in her brother's arms as he sprinted for the lake. The girl writhed and thrashed, but couldn't break free in time.

Suddenly, the feeling of flying through the air was all around her, as she arced out over the lake. She squealed in surprise and fear before she splashed into the clear water.

The Prince stood at the shore and laughed, clutching his stomach.

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So, here we are. This chapter is *finally* done. I've tried to preserve something of a normal family dynamic despite the sexual situation, and it takes a lot of my control to write this at something approaching an acceptable level, instead of throwing childish euphemisms around to refer to body parts. This took forever, and I decided to cut it here instead of continuing into the next chapter. I have things planned for it, so it won't take nearly as long as this one, which was drummed up from scratch and erotic dreams.

Please folks, if you like the story, leave me a review and tell me so. It's disheartening to see all these hits and no new reviews.

Until next time, dearest readers.

~LZ