Oliver was taken back to his new home in Maddington

As anticipated, the situation between Oliver and his roommate eventually came to light.

Oliver's mother, overwhelmed with shock and anger, swiftly arranged for his transfer. After coordinating with her project team, she promptly requested his reassignment back to the new headquarter in this new land.

No matter the circumstances, she couldn't allow her beloved son to endure hardship.

Throughout the journey, Oliver's mother cradled her son in her arms, offering gentle comfort to soothe his anxious heart. Embraced by his mother's warmth, Oliver's mind settled significantly, though a faint, inexplicable shame lingered.

That night… hadn't he been the more eager one… perhaps?

All Oliver could distinctly remember was waking up beside his roommate—his roommate appearing utterly drained, while he felt an uncomfortable fullness from some unidentified fluid.

Nonetheless, departing so abruptly left him with a twinge of regret.

Due to his own timidity, he had **** but to return to his home and begin anew.

Yet, on this tender journey home, he wasn't the only one feeling a distinct displeasure.

Jane, brooding within the confines of Oliver's crotch, was so annoyed she wished she could plug her ears with cotton to block out their mother's cloyingly sweet words.

As the sole legitimate heir of a distinguished family, Oliver basked in his mother's doting affection—a fact evident to everyone in the household, including Jane. For this pair of unequal twins, only one had ever truly received their parents' love. Any attention Jane received always seemed like an afterthought.

Even though Jane harbored no bitterness toward her dear brother.

Quite the contrary—Oliver, typically reserved, preferred spending time alone with Jane. In his younger days, before his sexual awareness had awakened, their private moments were indistinguishable from those of ordinary siblings. These fleeting daily interactions formed the bedrock of Jane's tiny, joyful world.

Everything shifted on an unremarkable morning.

Waking groggy that day, Oliver sensed something amiss with his body. A part of him felt painfully swollen.

As his senses sharpened, he pinpointed the issue: Jane. Though his entire body ached with tightness, his little sister remained silent.

Was she ill?

In a panic, Oliver hurriedly lowered his pants to check.

“Jane…!?”

Released from the fabric's constraint, his member surged upward, a bit of sweet-smelling slime splashing near his mouth. But such details escaped his notice.

Jane's condition—his own body's change—flooded young Oliver's mind with confusion and dread. Sheltered under overly strict upbringing, the boy was utterly ignorant about sex.

At that moment, Jane's form was no longer familiar: her once soft, fair, and delicate body had thickened dramatically, her skin stretched taut as if the surging blood within might rupture it. Her slight frame had swollen as if inflated, her heavy, faintly reddened chest quivering—seemingly poised to release “milk” with the slightest pressure.

Jane herself panted heavily, head bowed, one hand clutching her chest, battling the dizziness from the overwhelming blood rush.

“Jane, are you sick? I'll get Mom…”

“No…!”

Struggling against her body's rigidity, Jane **** herself upward until she reached Oliver's navel.

When she looked up, her gaze met Oliver's clear, worried eyes, brimming with urgency.

'My dear brother's suffering too.'

As an extraordinary piece of flesh, Jane's understanding of sex far exceeded that of her naïve master. Thus, she had subtly shaped Oliver's perception of “normal sibling relationships” all along.

*Family is far closer than lovers, isn't it?*

*If lovers can do it, why can't family ?*

“My dear brother… help me please… ”

“Um…”

For the first time, Oliver flushed as he gazed at his sister's bare form.

Jane's body suddenly twitched, then throbbing, a stream of clear goo spurting from her mouth.

“Ah! W-What should I do?”

Oliver, fearing Jane's “condition” was worsening, asked in a flurry.

“Hug me!”

“Hug… like this?”

Oliver instinctively clasped Jane's scorching body with his hands.

A peculiar pleasure raced from his spine to his brain, causing him to shudder.

Jane guided his hand to move slowly—his right index and middle fingers pinching her full chest, then gently embracing his thumb and sucking it, filling every gap between his hand and her body with the overflowing sticky fluid.

“My dear, just like when we bathe~ ”

Slipping from Oliver's grip, Jane stretched languidly, urging her brother to hasten.

“Um… but usually, Jane washes yourself, right?”

“…Help me wash.”

Jane shot a fierce glare at her fumbling brother, a vein pulsing on her forehead, though it was hardly noticeable amid her many bulging vessels.

Recalling how he used to assist his sister with baths in their younger years, Oliver coated his hands with the pre-cum and meticulously massaged Jane's sturdy form.

Gradually, instinct overtook his thoughts.

Sensitive areas began receiving heightened attention. Lying on the bed, Oliver's mind hazed, fully surrendering to the sensation of his sister's exquisite body. His fingertips delicately pinched her erect nipples, and his index finger slid into Jane's mouth, delivering a stimulating deep-throat sensation for both.

Meanwhile, more blood surged into Jane's form, maturing her appearance further. Her hair lengthened, and her once-slender frame gained subtle muscle definition.

This also granted Jane greater control.

“Honey, stroke me❤️”

“As you wish… ”

The earlier concern for Jane's “illness” vanished. Now, Oliver sought only to revel in this boundless pleasure.

While savoring her brother's touch, Jane could now freely extend her body, “standing” beside Oliver's face.

She gazed at his dazed eyes, licked her lips, and fixated on his pink lips before kissing him passionately.

A flood of pre-cum gushed from Jane's mouth, flowing back into her body through Oliver's.

“I love this...Gulp—!”

Regrettably, before they could delve deeper, Oliver—already faint from anemia—released his first semen.

Thick, congealed cum was squeezed from the base into Jane's belly, then erupted from her mouth in a mix of agony and ecstasy, coating Oliver's face in white opacity.

“Oh my, you surrendered so quickly…”

Seeing Oliver faint again, Jane devised a plan.

It seemed that when her brother was asleep or ****, she could exert more control over his body.

This was a rare chance.

Jane had long nurtured desires for her cherished brother. Taking advantage of his slumber, she secretly honed the other parts of his body, conditioning them to “obey her commands.”

Gently resting atop Oliver's form, Jane stared at the starry ceiling decorations, relishing her lover's soft breaths. Then she rolled over and pinched his tender little nipples.

Soon, the slightly raised cherries “dutifully” stiffened, resembling fresh bamboo shoots after rain.

“Sniff sniff… Mmm~ There's a sweet milky scent ❤️”

While toying with her beloved plaything, Jane felt her body filling further.

Oliver's nipples, initially not very sensitive, offered Jane ample opportunity to gradually train them into submission.

Though they couldn't move or speak as she could, she could dictate their climax.

She lightly pinched the erect little bud, instantly feeling a wondrous sensation surge upward from the base. The two balls below stirred, sperm leaping eagerly, **** to escape through Jane's mouth.

Evidently, Oliver's sexual capacity surpassed their wildest expectations. The modest semen he'd just released was but a fraction of his potent testicles' reserves.

The thick, almost solid white fluid inched up the slender urethra, halting at Jane's abdomen.

This was a skill Jane had refined since realizing she was an extraordinary cock and falling deeply for her brother.

Now, she could fully govern Oliver's orgasms.

With a forceful swallow, the rich semen was “gulped” back into the balls, leaving her overly swollen sacs uncomfortably full.

Oliver's slightly hastened breathing affirmed this.

“Phew… I'd love to keep playing, but let's stop here for today~ He needs his rest.”

From that point, unbeknownst to Oliver, Jane secretly conditioned his body. From the most sensitive spots—ears, waist, soles—to less responsive areas, even his rarely seen tongue received her attention.

“Oops~ My silly brother, since you're not properly training these little darlings, I'll gladly take them under my wing~ ”

Come back to earth, as for this return to their new home, Jane was far from pleased.

Had she known, she would have acted sooner.

Though coming home meant she could leisurely enjoy her brother in her own domain—a silver lining—there were other “hunters” besides herself.

A treasure like Oliver, who favored solitude, was an easy target for those cunning women.

By coincidence, Jane's fiercest rival was also a loner like Oliver—his cousin, Kamishiro Kasumi, a.k.a Jamilie.

Unlike Oliver's gentle, easily dominated nature, Jamilie had few friends due to her love of control. Exploiting her status as the Kamishiro family's pride and her sharp intellect, she lorded over others wherever she went.

Moreover, she was a centaur, her strength even far exceeding that of typical futanari.

What's more, she fell for her cousin Oliver at first sight.

Whenever she thought of this little fiend, Jane gnashed her teeth in fury.

Once, when Oliver had exhausted himself playing in Jamilie's room and fallen asleep, Jamilie seized the chance to taunt Jane.

“Just watch, my foolish sister. Everything about him will be mine. His silky hair, his pink tongue, his budding breasts, his rear hole, his delicate feet… all of it will belong to me. And you, a mere insignificant penis, are nothing but a toy to please me~”

“Stop dreaming! You're the one who's lesser!”

Their spat eventually roused Oliver. Groggily seeking the noise's source, he found no one else in the room besides his two sleeping sisters.

He only felt a warmth below.

Could Jane be having a naughty dream?

But drowsiness soon overtook him again, and Oliver opted to resume his restful sleep.

The instant Oliver drifted off, Jane snapped her eyes open and shot a venomous glare at Jamilie.

*‘We'll see about that!'*

*‘Hmph, bring it on!'*

Initially, Jane thought that staying close to Oliver would allow her to take her time. Even if she couldn't claim his rear hole right away, she could gradually foster a bond with that tender, untouched anus, aided by the distance from home.

But what happened? The delicacy she'd hesitated to taste was ravaged by some unknown foreign mare, leaving it in disarray.

In the days before their return, Jane had tenderly nursed the brutally abused rear hole while subtly training it.

This time, upon returning, Jane intended to give Jamilie a grand surprise.

Gazing down at the neon-lit town from the plane, Oliver felt a swirl of emotions.

Studying abroad had been his first adamant request to his mother. To return home over a minor setback now felt humiliating.

Even now Oliver didn't grasp the gravity of the ordeal he'd faced.

Jane, who knew her brother well, saw his crestfallen expression and, though pitying him slightly, was mostly relieved to finally have her chance.

As long as a certain someone didn't interfere…

How can she be here, this unknown place far from homeland?

The next day, an airship docked beside the new Kamishiro family's tower.

Just as Jane was about to inhale some fresh air, a shadow darted past and lunged at Oliver.

“This scent… tch.”

Jane clicked her tongue in irritation; she knew precisely who this unwelcome intruder was.

“Jamilie? How did you know I am here?”

Truthfully, among those he'd hoped to keep his “desertion” from, Jamilie topped the list. Being found out by his little sister that he'd fled was mortifying.

“Hmmmm~ It's sibling telepathy~ ”

“R-Really?”

*‘Oliver you idiot!!!'*

If she had feet, Jane would have stomped them in frustration.

What telepathy! If there's any telepathy, it should be between him and me! We're literally one!

What irked her more was that when Jamilie spoke those words and slyly winked, Jane felt her body pulse.

“Dear brother, are you excited~?”

Naturally, Jamilie noticed the unusually strong heartbeat and reveled in it. Simultaneously, Jamilie's own breathing grew labored.

“Um…? Ahhh, you pervert! Why didn't you zip up your pants?!”

Jane's keen nose swiftly caught the faint scent in the air, her gaze locking onto the massive object before pointing at Jamilie's nose and shouting.

“Tch, what's the big deal? There's no one else here, so I can dress how I like.”

Though deeply affectionate toward Oliver, Jamilie had no tolerance for this “parasite” on her cousin's body.

“Jamilie… isn't this a bit improper…?”

Despite his words, Oliver's eyes remained fixed on the striking giant.

Beneath Jamilie, a monstrously engorged cock slapped lightly against her belly. The swollen, red glans aimed straight at Oliver, like a panting, pleading pup begging for its master's touch.

“What's wrong with it… The last time Oliver helped care for my cock was back in elementary school!”

Jamilie took Oliver's hands, gazing fondly into his evasive eyes, while her unruly, lively giant below splattered faintly smelly slime everywhere.

“Dear Oliver, my cock whines to me every night~ She says our brother hasn't hugged her in so long, he must not like her anymore, and she sulks in the blankets every day~ ❤️”

“Enough!”

Jane yelled, shattering the charged atmosphere.

Moments ago, she'd felt blood rushing into her body, and soon she'd lose control of her erection.

Though she could manage Oliver's orgasms, she couldn't stop erections. If either of them grew aroused, it was inevitable.

Erecting in front of Jamilie—wouldn't that be tantamount to defeat?!

Absolutely no.

“Dear honey, let's bathe first. We can talk with Jamilie after we're clean; it's not good to be all dirty and smelly.”

Under Jamilie's mocking stare, Jane swallowed her rage and convinced Oliver to escape this vexing scene.