Livia squirmed under my scrutinizing gaze; beads of sweat coming down her brow as she tried her best to avoid my eyes. Like a mother chiding a wayward daughter, I communicated my disappointment through the power of a pointed stare. Predictably, Livia wilted under the pressure."I-I... I did meet them..."An eyebrow remained raised as I remained pointed in my stare. Words would only muddle the conversation, and Livia was smart enough to weasel her way out of my limited wit now. Just from the way her demeanor shifted, I could imagine her being a masterful actress. And wasn't that a weird thing to think about in regards to their little sister?Fortunately, I'm still the older sister that taught her everything."I talked to them! I promise!" Livia reasoned, desperation seeping into her tone as I fought to shake my head at h
Every day of her life felt like a waking nightmare.Ever since... Ever since she... No... She's alive.... Big Sis won't leave her alone, right? Not without... Yes...For the better part of her life after her Big Sis's... disappearance, she had dedicated every waking moment of it feeling her mind was treading on knee-deep water. Everything felt... sluggish... dull... What used to be the clear blue sky for her looked as if it had lost all color, turning it into a dull gray like the rest of her miserable life. She had tried moving on, as her Big Sis had told her, but there was simply no way for her to forget. How could she when it was her own damn fault that she-No... deep breaths.... She's alive... She's right here...She still couldn't believe it. Olivia had dreamt of this moment during what little sleep she managed to
This day had been a disaster."We have to find them!"Love watched in tentative silence as her twin hurriedly packed their bags, her own muted emotions swirling in ways she never thought would happen for anything beyond her own twin. The former Prime supposed that Lace would take poorly to Lady Crimson's kidnapping. Lace had confided in her that she had taken some sort of liking to their young leader; a liking that Love herself had begun feeling for some time. It was to be expected seeing as they've cared for the young woman for over a year now, but she never expected their reactions to be this... extreme."Calm down, Lace. She's in very capable hands," Love assuaged. "I am sure that she is fine."She had never expected Lady Olivia to reappear after all this time. They both knew that the younger Den was actively trying
Nostalgia... A feeling of chasing past glories, in my opinion. Back in the old world, I, myself chased these old ideals. I had the firm belief that my old self wouldn't do the mistakes that I consistently made as I got older. Procrastination, lack of confidence, low self-worth, the me from before I entered college would probably laugh her ass off while kicking me on the ground for being so stupid. I was an academic monster, after all, so why did I become a mediocre student content with my barely passing grades? I didn't know... And I wish I did...Ahh... The old days of being a model student... Then I failed one exam so spectacularly that I lost all confidence in my ability to be an overachiever. It was all downhill from there, I guess."Sis?"Shaking my head at the thought, I returned my thoughts to my sister who was trying to grab my attention. I
Thank God I asked Lace to give me a refresher course on basic smithing techniques."Am I doing this right?"Livia, for all of her genius and natural intuition, still insisted that I check up on everything she did despite her work being up to par, if not even better than what I could make even during my prime. On some parts of it, especially during the curing and tempering process, I actually even had to turn around just so Livia wouldn't see my face grimacing as I wracked my brain for answers. This was fucking horrific. Father would skin me alive if he was... well... alive."Sis?"I raised my head from my own thoughts as I took a look at Livia's attempt at blade number two. Her first blade was already runed up on the table, only awaiting its future twin to be born to test out if they'd even work together.&nb
I couldn't help but feel mildly ecstatic at what I was about to do. Despite how much I hated my own profession, I still took pride in what I did. And to have to do something as basic as a physical was just the perfect amount of boring that I loved doing it whenever I got slated to do a company-wide annual physical exam. To think I had free reign to look at other girls naked with a proper excuse to do so? It was a lesbian's dream...And I just exposed myself as a lecherous young woman... Hey, I still did my job with utmost professionalism. I just- I should stop thinking about myself like this...Coughing into my fist to compose myself, I began the exam, "Name?""Is this really necessary, Sis?" Livia cautiously asked me, her arms covering her chest from me as if it would save her still-unmolested chastity. "You already know me."
I let out a sigh as I stared at my sister sitting on the anvil. Her visual exam didn't yield me any peace of mind except for seeing the number of scars I needed to fix. Livia might also have some sort of malnutrition or hormonal imbalance that caused her to bloom well into her teenage years. I just knew there was more to my sister's body that I needed to uncover, and I haven't even truly started the question-and-answer portion yet."Okay, that's one part down," I mumbled out. "Let's move on to the hands-on aspect of the exam.""Hands-on?""I'm going to be feeling your body out for any sort of abnormalities," I explained to my confused sister as paced in front of her. "You know how I taught you that we have organs inside our bodies that keep us alive?""Yeah," Livia nodded. "You're going to check if they're working prope
Ignoring the way that she froze as soon as my hands made contact, I began palpating her left breast for any sign of abnormal lumps."Relax, Livia. I'll be done before you know it."Based on my visual inspections earlier, there was no need for me to do the grandstanding stuff of making her do wacky poses to check for visible marks or abnormalities. At a glance, her breasts were free from any blemishes or stretch marks despite going without support for the better part of a year. To be honest, I was quite surprised that they were even this firm and supple to begin with. Usually, they'd start sagging due to the ligaments giving out."Does it hurt?" I asked as I methodically palpated her chest."N-not so far..."I raised an eyebrow at the way she answered me. She avoided eye contact, which probab