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- >"What do you think, brother? Does it look good?"
- >Everything on the table looks edible as far as you can tell.
- "Yeah, sure."
- >Your sister clears her throat, sitting over the dinner table.
- >Picking up the fork, you notice her glaring at you, clearing her throat.
- >"I'll say grace."
- >Awkwardly putting the fork back, you clasp your hands, waiting for her to start.
- >"Lord, thou who art in heaven, please bless our parents on the road, my friends from school..."
- >She continues listing off a bunch of names for 'the lord' to bless, eyes closed.
- >Your little sister has had some weird phases before, but this one really takes the cake.
- >It started a couple of weeks ago with her insisting on calling you 'brother', apparently to be formal.
- >Then she ditched her t-shirts and started wearing sweaters inside.
- >That must be uncomfortably warm, but when asked, she just mumbled something about modesty.
- >None of this made any sense until she started openly reciting bible verses and prayers in your face.
- >The only welcome thing about this development is that she now cooks for you sometimes, for whatever reason.
- >"...and bless the lettuce and the hands that pulled them from the ground. Ah-men."
- "Ay-men."
- >She clears her throat again, eyes drilling holes through your head.
- "Uhh... ah-men."
- >"Thank you."
- >Apparently that's the historical pronunciation, or something.
- >You chomp through the food, quietly impressed by her skill.
- >As genuine as she seems, the length of this phase is starting to worry you.
- >She doesn't hang out with her friends much anymore, instead engrossed in back-to-back bible readings.
- >"So, brother, how about it? Will you go with me tomorrow..?"
- "I'm not going to church, Shim."
- >She looks at you as if you're a lost puppy.
- >"Is that video game really more important than your soul..?"
- "Well, it's a really good game."
- >You ignore her look of disapproval, chomping on some more food.
- "I actually think you'd like it, it's about reclaiming the holy land."
- >"Thanks, brother, you're the best!"
- >She gives you a quick Christian side-hug before running up the stairs and into her room.
- >Who'd have thought she'd be so excited about a copy of Crusader Kings 2 as an early birthday present?
- >You follow her into the room, figuring she's going to need some help.
- "Alright, how's it going?"
- >"This is... complicated."
- "I'll give you a hint, start as an Irish duke."
- >You spend the next couple of hours going over the basics with her, which she absorbs with ease.
- >You quite enjoy the mentor role. What better feeling is there than being useful to someone who looks up to you?
- >Looking at the screen, you notice her heir and his twin sister just came of age.
- >Taking over the mouse and checking their profiles, you notice they're both geniuses.
- "Whoa, lucky you. Check the marriage menu for others with a genius trait."
- >She filters the list, showing no results.
- >"It's empty... does that mean I can't have- I mean, my duke can't have genius babies?"
- >She actually looks sad.
- "Well... there is one thing you can do..."
- >Her face lightens up.
- >"Yes?"
- "I mean... you can just marry your twins..."
- >"Yeah, but to whom? The list was empty."
- "To each other."
- >A moment of silence passes, both of you looking away as you notice each other's blush.
- >"Isn't that... bad..?"
- "One time should be fine, just don't do it too often."
- >"No, I mean... is that allowed, in the church?"
- >Figures that's the angle she's worried about.
- "Yeah, I guess. Royalty did this all the time in Europe."
- >She doesn't look convinced.
- "I'm pretty sure the Old Testament borderline endorses this kind of thing, too. You'd know better than me."
- >A bulb seems to light above her head.
- >"Woah, you're... right. It kinda does..."
- >The next morning, the Sun wakes you up.
- >Performing your usual waking-up routine, you notice your sister's Steam profile is active.
- >Which means she didn't go to church this morning. Success!
- >Deciding to check on her, you knock on her door.
- "Shim, are you in there? How's it going?"
- >The door opens, revealing your sister.
- >Her hair is completely ragged, her eyes have bags under them, and she's wearing a t-shirt and no pants.
- >"I did it, Anon... I mean broth-ugh, whatever."
- >She waves you inside, pointing to the screen, looking triumphant.
- >"Look!"
- >Well, you'll be god-damned. Not only did she get the Jerusalem title, but she also formed Britannia.
- >"Those Muslims didn't know what hit them."
- "Did you stay up all night?"
- >Seeing her falling down on her bed answers your question.
- >Noticing her king's three chins, you check his profile, revealing the most horrific monstrosity you've ever seen produced by this game.
- >A weak, inbred imbecile, ugly and clubfooted, and infirm on top of that. An impressive cocktail of negative traits to say the least.
- >His parents are siblings. As are his grandparents. And great-grandparents. This entire family tree is just a ladder.
- "Shim... how in the f-"
- >She wraps her arms around you from behind, dropping her head on your shoulder.
- >"Can I ask you something..?"
- >Damn it, her face is way too close.
- "S-sure..."
- >"Will you be my husband?"
- >Your hands go limp as you sit back into the chair, giving your little sister a raised eyebrow.
- "You need to go to sleep."
- >"N-no, I-" A yawn cuts her off. "I don't!"
- "Okay, well, I should, uhh... get going..."
- >Your words trail off as your sister begins tracing patterns on your chest instead of releasing you from the hug.
- >"You know, I think we have some matching traits..."
- "What's gotten into you..? Do you have a fever?"
- >You reach for her forehead, feeling her warm, smooth skin against your palm.
- >"See? I'm fine."
- >"So will you do it?"
- >She sits back on the bed, fluttering her eyes at you.
- >"Please?"
- >What monster have you created?
- "N-nobody will marry us, Shim."
- >"I'll do it."
- "You'll... marry us? Does that even work?"
- >"Anything is possible when God wills it, Anon."
- "How do you even know that?"
- >She pats the bed beside her, summoning you by her side.
- >She jumps on you and sits on your lap, arms around your shoulders.
- >"I'm sure of it. The Lord sent me the signs using this game, and it's telling me that you are the one."
- >That's some quality Christian logic right there.
- >You're done arguing. You know she's too stubborn to have her mind changed, and you've been dreading the day she gets a boyfriend anyways.
- "Fine... if you insist."
- >That's a one-way ticket to hell guaranteed, but the overjoyed look on her face makes it all worth it.
- >"A-alright!" She springs onto her feet, dragging you with her.
- >She hands you a piece of paper, looking excited.
- >"Recite this."
- >Looking at the words written, an entire leg's worth of blood rushes into your face.
- >You're supposed to say *this* to your sister..?
- >Looking up at her, she's waiting for you to start.
- "Uhh... I, Anonymous take you... Sunset Shimmer, t-to be my... w-wife..."
- >You gulp, hand covering your face in shame. It only gets worse from here, but it's too late to back out.
- "I p-promise to be true to you in good times and in bad..."
- >Looking up, she's drawing circles on the floor with her foot.
- "...in s-sickness and in health..."
- >Your eyes meet, the awkward contact breaking immediately as your eyes go back to the paper.
- "I will... loveyouandhonouryouallthedaysofmylife, DONE."
- >You hear a giggle as you catch your breath, the vow finally done with.
- >"Alright, my turn."
- >She takes a deep breath and recites the entire pledge in a single exhalation, not skipping or mincing a single word.
- >Ignoring your speechlessness, her eyes close and her hands move behind her back, puffing out her chest.
- >"You may kiss the bride..."
- >How the hell did it come to this?
- >You just wanted a sister you could play video games with, instead of that absurdly devout nun.
- >On her toes and arching up her chin, your sister is standing as tall as she possibly can.
- >It seems to have worked, but this... this was beyond your expectations.
- >Sure, she's cute, but this is your little sister, not some cheap skank off the streets.
- >This is the adorable fire-headed little girl who always insisted that the only place she could hide from thunderstorms was in your arms.
- >Or she was, at least.
- "Is this really necessary..?"
- >"This is part of the ceremony, Anon. You're a man, aren't you?"
- >Her eyes still closed, she looks like she's losing her balance.
- >Not amused by the implication, you grab her be the shoulders somewhat roughly, eliciting a surprised jolt.
- "F-fine."
- >This is totally normal in France, right? What's the difference between a kiss on the cheeks and the lips, really?
- "I can't do this with your mouth closed, you know."
- >"Heh, right..."
- >Her mouth hanging open, you throw caution to the wind and ram your tongue into her orifice.
- >Closing your own eyes as you probe around, your image of your surroundings changes.
- >Suddenly you see a big, decorated podium, and a beautiful young woman in a frilly, white dress in front of you.
- >Your heart falters, shocked by the vividness of the fantasy.
- >Is this divine intervention? Is 'God' showing you the way?
- >Breaking the kiss, you submit to a sudden urge to wrap your arms around her back.
- >"A-anon?"
- "What?"
- >"There's... one more thing."
- >Dragging her panties down to her knees, she backs up against the wall behind her, dragging you along.
- >"Consummation. Now."
- "What? Is that even still a thing?"
- >"Yeah, the pope can nullify our marriage if we don't."
- >Putting aside her blatantly absurd concern, you drop your pants on the floor and kick them away.
- "Okay... stay still."
- >Moving your hands up under her shirt, you hold her against the wall by her sides.
- >"Pfft... that tickles."
- >Getting your aim right, you figure you should give her some kind of warning before doing the deed.
- >You're not some kind of savage, after all.
- "D-DEUS VULT!"
- >Jamming your erection into her holy land, the first crusade against your sister's virginity is a resounding success.
- >You make out a mumbled plea to continue, following her initial yelp and the sound of her head banging the wall behind her.
- >Pulling almost all the way out, you commence the second crusade and then the third in quick succession.
- >"Ahh... m-more-"
- >Every sound from her lips eggs you on further, chipping away at your self-control.
- >Your restraints now completely gone, you move a hand further up her shirt and find your fingertips in unobstructed contact with a perked nipple.
- >Your arousal peaking, you thrust another two centuries' worth of papal war declarations inside your sister in a matter of seconds.
- >"Y-yes... unf~"
- >Seeing her tongue peeking at the outside world, you enter her mouth in for a second taste, all the while continuing your holiest of duties.
- >Soon feeling your sister starting to slide down the wall, your arms wrap around her to keep her upright.
- >"Ahh... alm-ahhh... almost..."
- >Unleashing your final series of thrusts, you suppress a groan as your mission ends with three spurts of your goo, the final one landing outside as you pull out.
- >Your sister, meanwhile, makes no attempt to muffle her satisfaction, loudly moaning your name while failing to stand under her own weight.
- >Also debilitated by the wave of euphoria, you simply fall down on the floor with her.
- >Breathing heavily with your sister in your arms, you notice her resting a little too peacefully.
- >You almost forgot she didn't get any sleep tonight.
- >Standing up, you pick her up and lay her down on the bed, careful not to rouse her.
- >Signing the cross on your chest for the first time in years, you exit the room, a true believer once more.
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- fin
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