I tell myself I don’t want to, but have to.

‘What is the good name of fuck is this?!?!’ I read over the new quest again, suddenly hyper aware of the two beauties pressed up against me. ‘This has to be some kind of mistake. Or maybe a joke?’ My eyes keep moving back to the quest reward. From the sounds of it, that ability would be ideal. ‘But they’re my sisters, it’d be wrong… wouldn’t it?’

No matter how hard I try, I can't dismiss the quest outright. ‘This may help cure Em. Not only that, it’d open up the higher tier quest rewards, which, by the sounds of it, are only going to help in the long run.’ I spend a few more seconds hithering and dithering, but the longer I leave it, the more I justify it to myself. ‘It’s not like I want this, I’m only going to do this to help her! The god’s the pervert, not me.’ Finished with my bullshit reasoning, I select yes. when I do, a new notice pops up.

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Message from Quest-giver: begin squeezing to start the countdown. Bonus style points if you take the opportunity to have a proper exploratory feel, rather than lightly squeeze the entire time like some sort of opportunity squandering coward.

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I glare at the message before minimising it. ‘Oh god’s, I’m really doing this.’ I take a moment to steel myself, eyes locked on the back of Emily’s head, then begin to lightly squeeze with my left hand. Emily’s steady breathing hitches for a moment, and I feel her body tense slightly. Panic blooms within my heart as images of trying to explain my actions to a distraught Emily flit through my mind.

My fear reaches a crescendo as I feel the arms wrapped around my forearm shift. My panic, however, is unwarranted. Em’s breathing returns to a normal, steady rhythm, and her arms tighten against my forearm in her sleep, pressing my hand more firmly against her bust. Heart pounding in my ears, I blush furiously as my fingers sink slightly deeper into the pliant flesh of her breast, the only barrier between us, the thin layer of fabric offered by her top.

I realise with growing sense wonder that she is much more than a handful. ‘I knew she was stacked, but holy fuck!’ I try to deny the heady cocktail formed from the pure taboo of the situation mixed with my rapidly growing sexual excitement, but despite my best mental gymnastics we’re well past semi-chub and are rapidly gaining on glass cutting territory. My hand begins absently kneading on autopilot as I look up towards the tent roof, feeling more that a little overwhelmed. Whilst this wasn’t my first titty touching Rodeo, it sure as hell was my second.

Thinking of that first rodeo was a mistake, as my stupid brain immediately began drawing connections to that drunken party back in London. That girl had been much smaller in the chest department, her breasts a little firmer than Emily’s. ‘Probably more like Ash’s would feel.’ I shake my head, meaning to dislodge the thought, but stop immediately as Ash lets out a sleepy grumble when I accidentally jostle her.

I freeze, remaining stock still, horror dawning as she shifts. Her right arm, which up to this point had been god knows where, comes to rest on my chest, propping her up long enough for her to bury her head just under my chin, filling the air with the scent of her shampoo every time I breathe in. Her entire body then shifts, scooting closer to me, and I have to stifle my gasp as the meat of her thigh rides north, flatting my now rock-solid erection against my stomach and pinning it there.

‘Fuckfuckfuckfuck, I just woke her up! There’s no way she can’t feel my cock pressed up against her leg. I’m so dead!’ The exclamation of disgust never comes, however. Ash lets out a small sigh, then settles again. I can no longer see her face, but the steady breathing tells me she’s still asleep. I only have a moment to let out a sigh of relief though, as a tiny moan from my left demands my attention.

In a start, I realise that in my panic I’d been squeezing Em’s tit a little harder than intended. I immediately lessen the pressure, but don’t fair to notice the nub that is steadily growing firmer and beginning to poke into my palm. As much as I would have loved to unpack that, another major distraction is demanding my attention.

Ash apparently is quite close to waking up, if the constant shifting of her leg is anything to go by. My breathing catches as her thigh shifts again, still trapping my cock between it and my stomach, but now inadvertently stimulating the underside of my shaft. I scrunch my eyes closed, waiting for her to stop moving. She does not.

I take a couple of seconds to realise why. Distracted by the sensation of her thigh rubbing against my cock, I had failed to notice the heat radiating from a second area rubbing up against the side of my upper thigh and hip. ‘Is… is she tribbing against my leg in her sleep?!?!’ bundled in the covers as I was and with my arm trapped, I couldn’t look to check, but that was certainly what it felt like.

‘I’ve got to be getting close to finishing by this point?!?’ focusing on my UI, I can see I have notifications pending. I clear the first, swearing inside a little, then read through the second, swearing inside a lot.

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Congratulations! Your Skill in Lying to yourself has increased from Level 1 to level 4!

• For reaching Skill levels 2, 3, and 4, you have been awarded 90 Exp.

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Quest complete!

Congratulations! You have completed the Quest: Exquisite ****!

Objectives completed:

• Remain where you are for the next three minutes, without disturbing your sisters. (4.47/3.00Min)
• For the entirety of those three minutes, squeeze with your left hand. (1/1 sister titty squished)

You have been received the following:

• A new Ability: Medical Analysis.
• +500 reputation with this god.

Even though the extra time spent copping a feel was your fault for not checking the timer, the provider of this Quest appreciated the show so has offered an additional System approved quest going forward. Not only that, but they also upgraded your new Ability slightly more than originally intended and have provided the power required to activate it twice despite the cooldown. You’re currently sharing a tent with two lovely ladies? What a coincidence!

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Congratulations! You have completed the Quest of a lust god. As a reward, the god has combined two of your Skills, Analyse and Life magic, to create a new Ability: Medical Analysis.

Ability: Medical Analysis.

Charges: Unlimited. (Requires a 10 minute cooldown after each use)

Effect: This Ability scans a friendly or neutral target, displaying any important medical information. The amount of Information gathered by this Ability depends on your skill level in Analyse, Life magic, and any other relevant medical Skill. This Ability was granted by a god of lust and has been upgraded to display extra information relevant to their domain.

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Medical Analysis activated…

Analysis successful

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Medical Analysis activated…

Analysis successful

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I briefly make sure that I can bring up information on Emily’s disease, apparently called Shiverblight. When I know I can, I quickly close any remaining windows, trying my very best not to focus on the H information. ‘Means nothing, they were probably both having sex dreams, no doubt it has something to do with that lust god. Now, time to get out of this clusterfuck without waking anyone up.’ I try to pull my hand away from Em’s tit, but she’s still got my arm locked down tight. I try not to notice the now very prominent nub I can feel pressing into my palm as a consider a plan B.

‘If I turn to face Emily, I may get more leverage to get out. At the very least, it’ll stop Ash humping my leg and rubbing my junk.’ I pretend I’m not disappointed by the concept (It felt fantastic, ok? Sue me) and slowly begin turning towards Em. I jostle Ash in the process, and fear the game is up as she lets out a small “noooooooo”, but she doesn’t do or say any more than that.

Now on my side facing Em, I try to scoot my body backwards, but I can’t seem to get the leverage to get free. I try one more time, but come across a barrier, that barrier being Ash’s body. For a moment, I think she’s still asleep. That illusion is shattered as I feel an arm wrap around me, then feel warm air tickle against my ear as Ash whispers. “Morning Adam, glad to see you 're up and about, despite the rude awakening. You had us all quite worried there.”

She chuckles softly, sending shivers down my spine, then adds, “I see you 're having some trouble there.” I laugh weakly, flush already rising to my cheeks, and say, “Yeah, she’s got my arm good and isn’t letting go.” I can’t see her face, but I can practically hear the grin as she says, “Mmmm, quite the handful.” My blush turns crimson as I try extricating my hand once more, this time only succeeding in rolling Emily onto her front.

Upside? My hand is no longer mashed up against her tit. Downside? It’s buried in her cleavage instead. Ash snorts at my clear distress, then laughs as a groggy looking Emily turns her head to pout at me. “Heeeeey, that was rude. I was super comfortable and was having the best dream.” Ash grins wider and says, “He did the same thing to me too, super rude, if you ask me. We should probably trade him in for a better tent buddy.”

Emily looks at me impishly, then says, “hmmm, I would, but this one is too damn warm.” “You’re not wrong there. I guess we’ll have to train him better.” I sigh at the antics, shaking my head. Hoping to keep my last scrap of dignity, I say, “Har-har-har, very funny. Em, can I have my arm back please?” What I expected was to be suddenly released as she clocked on to where my hand was. Instead, Emily looked thoughtful for a moment, before sticking her tongue out at me and saying, “Nope.”

I spend the next few minutes in a highly uncomfortable conversation with my sisters. I wave off most questions about what happened, telling them that I would explain to everyone together before we decided what to do this morning. I ask them why I’m no longer wearing armour, and they exchange grins, telling me to take it up with Lisa. The conversation switches back to small talk, but I can feel an undercurrent that I’m just not familiar with.

I am no stranger to teasing from these two. The ‘pick on Adam’ game was a classic after all, but it had never been quite this… physical. Eventually, they apparently grow tired of the game, as both climb out of the joint sleeping bag, equip their armour, and leave the tent, giggling.

My leathers are piled in the tent's corner, but I give myself some time to sort through my conflicting emotions before I get out of the sleeping bag, sighing in frustration when I make little to no headway. Focusing on something I can do, I bring up the information on Shiverblight.

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Name: Shiverblight.

Level: Category 5 Pathogen. (Slow acting, Non lethal)

Rarity: Common.

Transmission vector(s): Saliva. If transmitted through bites, or infected saliva comes into contact with open wounds, disease contraction is almost guaranteed before factoring any disease resistances. Otherwise, chance of infection after exposure to infected saliva is exceedingly low.

Symptoms: Symptoms start 4 hours after initial contraction. After the first four hours pass, the disease has a 0.5% chance to cause the condition: Shiverblight. Every hour after that, the chance increases by 0.5% until a bout of Shiverblight triggers. When the Shiverblight debuf ends, the counter resets to 0.5%, and continues to grow in the same pattern until Shiverblight is triggered again.

Condition (Shiverblight): This condition causes harsh shaking in the target’s extremities for up to five minutes. After the shaking stops, the target’s muscles tense, lowering their Agility by one point until the disease is cured. This effect stacks, but cannot drop the target's Agility below one.

Cure: Minor potion of cure disease, Minor cleanse spell, ???*

???*: other cures exist, but any relevant Skills are too low for you to know what they are.

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“Hmmmmmm”. I read over the information with a small frown, facepalming as I realise I never considered if Em’s disease could be contagious. Things could be a lot worse, but they could be a lot better too. Unfortunately, it looked as if finding a cure would be vital. I shrug. ‘It’s not like I wasn’t planning on finding a cure. This just means I have a little wiggle room. still, the faster we cure this thing, the better.’ I scoop up my armour and dump it in my inventory and then equip it, smiling in relief when all the clasps and ties are tied. Armoured up, I step towards the tent flap, ready to step into the soft light of a new day.