A Pair of Siblings

Byleth and his sister each fingered the new earrings they had gained while they walked alongside the rest of the caravan headed towards Garreg Mach Monastery. It had been a strange few days.

They, along with their father Jeralt and the rest of his mercenary band, had all been hired by a small town to defend them from Bandits and Looters that had recently moved into the area. They'd been setup for a few days, and mostly been dealing with a thief or two who were brave or foolish enough to think that picking the pockets of trained warriors was a smart idea.

Then all at once there had been a huge storm of activity. Three people had ended up sprinting towards the town they were guarding, followed by a small horde of bandits and other lowlifes, and they had swiftly come to the defence. He'd dived forwards to protect one of them, and suffered an axe to the back for his trouble, only to end up meeting some strange green haired girl who lived in his soul or something. She'd impressed upon him how reckless he had been and that he should be thankful she was there, because apparently she had the ability to rewind time.

He'd used her gift to redo his rescue, and not end up with an axe in his back. He had ended up with a fist to the face from his sister though. Apparently she didn't approve.

After that everything had moved a little fast. A Knight of Seiros had come galivanting out of nowhere, he'd discovered that the three people he'd just help save were all heirs to each of the three major realms, and his father apparently had once been a Knight of Seiros himself. Which was why they had now ended up being dragged along to the Monastery.

Before they had left though, one of the women of the town had approached his sister, and offered her a pair of earrings for their valiant defence of the town. A pair his sister had proceeded to divide in two, putting one on her left ear, and pouncing on him so she could clip the other one onto his right.

It really was a bit of a hassle dealing with her. She was so exuberant, and he was just so not. A few of the Breaker's Band members had started whispering that when they had been born, she had taken all the energy. He could see where they were coming from, but didn't agree. He had plenty of energy. He could fight for hours if need be, and back when his sister had been in her pranking days he had learned to make do for days without needing sleep. Just because he was concise with his words, and didn't shout his feelings to the sky, they seemed to think he was some emotionless battle drone.

The three heirs had all been using the walk to Garreg Mach as an opportunity to sell themselves. His sister had been having a lot of fun joking around with Claude, the heir to the current Duke of the Leicester Alliance. He on the other hand had been getting a lot of attention from Edelgard, the Empress to be of the Adrestian Empire, and the one whose life he had saved. She had been quite enthralled by his sister as well, and was quite happy to join in the conversation with her and the others, but she always seemed to come back to him in the end with her questioning.

He wasn't against the attention, but from what he'd seen of her, and what he interpreted from the strength behind those eyes of hers, she didn't seem the type to just fall for the first person to save her life. Maybe he was just reading too much into it. Whatever the case, he mainly just nodded or muttered a few words in response to her constant questioning.

That was until suddenly he was pulled into a stranglehold via his sister wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him down against her tit. "Oh come on By! Be more sociable. When you're a single guy with a hot girl hanging off your every word, wouldn't the normal thing be to try and show some interest back?"

He shrugged off her arm, sliding out from her grip with practiced ease. His sister was often like this. Apparently she seemed to think that if she kept teasing him until the end of days, maybe one day he'd respond back. She really should realise that wasn't going to work by now. It had been literal decades.

But she did have a point. The normal thing to do in situations like this would be to do as she said. Edelgard was a beauty worthy of being a Princess, he was definitely single at the moment since most women besides his sister didn't seem to be able to deal with his calm and measured response to everything, and hadn't he just been thinking about how she was so interested in him?

"Go on!" His sister said, pushing him over towards Edelgard. She'd been practicing her axe work recently, and so had been building up her strength. Because of that, he ended up stumbling forward from her shove when normally it wouldn't have really affected him. His hands flung forwards to catch himself from faceplanting into the dirt, but he had forgotten that there was a certain beautiful female in between him and the ground.

His hands found Edelgard's breasts by complete coincidence. They were simply the first handhold that his grasping appendages found. They did serve the purpose he needed them too though. It took him getting a large grope of the two orbs, but he was able to stop his fall.

He didn't expect to stay that way. His sister was particularly vicious when it came to dealing with unwanted attention from men, but he had learned from observing the more bawdy members of the Breaker's Band interacting with village women, that doing something like this was really just asking for some amount of pain. On top of that Edelgard was an heiress. Surely if there was going to be anyone who would act out to protect their virtue, it would be her.

But nothing came. Instead, the girl, and even the others around them, barely paid his sudden manhandling of her cleavage any mind at all. They stopped walking, so as to not leave him and Edelgard behind, but no comment was made about what he was doing, not even the quirk of an eyebrow. This was... interesting.

"Edelgard." He spoke in his usual clipped fashion. "What do you think?" He nodded down towards his groping hands.

"You're hands are very firm, and yet your grip has a gentleness to it that I wouldn't have expected. Have you done this before?" She acted as if there was nothing going on that was out of the ordinary.

"No. This is new to me. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. Though I do believe that we may be falling behind. It is quite normal for you to do this, but perhaps we could continue once we have reached the Monastery? If you'd like I could come and speak to you in private, and you could grope my breasts while we talked."

If he had any doubts before, they were thoroughly evaporated now. This was not standard behaviour for anyone, something only compounded by neither his sister, nor Claude or Dmitri responding in any way for her blatant offer of sexual favours.

Further study would have to wait though. Edelgard was indeed right, they were beginning to be left behind. From what he knew of the local landscape, they should be reaching the edge of the forest in a few more minutes. Once beyond the treeline, they would have a clear view of the Monastery.

He released the girl's breasts, and withdrew his hands, though he extended one out to her a moment later, which she graciously accepted. "So Edelgard. What do you think of Garreg Mach?"