A Sister Corrupts A Brother

They made their way to Garrag Mach, walking along the forest path as he carried on a conversation with the future empress of the Adrestian Empire.

When had his life become a bard's tale? An awfully lewd one at that. During their discussion in which it had become clear that Edelgard was both eloquently promoting her homeland over those of the other heirs and also politely interrogating him in order to learn his every foible and strength, he'd occasionally tested that his earlier liberties with her body were still operative by touching her breasts as they walked.

Nothing too involved, a quick touch here, a little bobble there. By now Edelgard was taking it completely in stride, not even pausing in mid speech, merely taking note of the contact with slightly raised eyebrows or quirked lips. Deneb seemed to still be perfectly fine with it as well. When his exuberant twin had interrupted their conversation to carry out her own interrogation on the silver haired beauty on the utility of battle-axes, he'd taken the opportunity to silently walk right behind Edelgard to reach around her sides and grope her pert breasts for a lengthy period of time.

He grimaced slightly as his loins swelled and pushed against his pants in response.

During a lull in their conversation, he pulled Deneb aside and asked her, "Did you notice anything odd just now?"

His sister's hand leapt to her axe-handle as she hastily looked around, and loudly hissed, "Where?!"

Her outburst naturally caused the whole party to tense, grasping their own weapons, and shooting anxious glances at the forest all around them. Byleth stifled a sigh and held up his hand as if he had just told his sister he'd actually sensed something. Everyone went silent, Jeralt and his fellow mercenaries crouching down, trusting his skills of observation. The heirs and the Knights of Seiros soon following.

After a full minute he called out, "Carry on. It appears I was just imagining things."

From the front of the party, Jeralt got to his feet and nodded with a small smile, "Not at all. I trust your instincts." To the full band he urged, "Be on your guard all."

They continued on and he rejoined Deneb, "I wasn't referring to a possible attack. What I meant was my interaction with the princess. About the way I was touching her breasts."

"What about it?" Deneb spoke like there was nothing at all obviously wrong with what he'd been doing.

"There was nothing out of the ordinary about it? Really?"

"No, not really. It's normal for you to play with a woman's breasts whenever you want no matter who it is or whatever else is going on." He detected the slight crinkling at corners of her eye and he braced himself for something absurd to fall out of her mouth,"You're such a saucy wench, you know that, right? Acting all stoic but constantly feeling up the teats to your heart's content! That's just you, a normal old dedicated connoisseur of bosoms of all shapes and sizes."

He managed not to roll his eyes but he failed to resist a heart-felt sigh. Well, that was expected.

Byleth glanced at his sister's bosom as she walked beside him, the leather of her cuirass curving greatly to contain her heavy chest. It occurred to him that he had not paid near enough attention to her hefty teats the last time they'd bathed in a forest stream together. He was well aware that her armor had its work cut out for it keeping those monstrous tits at bay. He resisted the urge to feel her up, she was thrusting out her chest on purpose an amused expression twisting her features basically daring him to do what she knew he wanted to. He quickened his pace away from her. Feeling them through the stiff material of her cuirass would be unsatisfying to say the least.

He'd wait until he caught her out of the armor later.

As he walked, moving to catch up with Edelgard with the intention of spending some more time discerning her particular womanly charms, he felt an odd sensation of mental confusion. It was as if an important line of thought that he'd been working on had suddenly evaporated, or at least he had forgotten the anchor on which it had been attached to. He recalled being somewhat concerned about the heiress's casual acceptance of his fondling of her bosom but that made little sense. It was normal for him to play with a woman's breasts whenever he wanted, his appreciation for the female bosom was one of his defining characteristics after all.