Chapter 689: [Layla's Dream]
Sitting on the couch, the two people’s faces were already red till their ears.
Whether it due to the alcohol or not was unclear, however—we clearly heard what you are talking about!! What do you mean by I would lose my sense of surroundings…? As if!! Even if I focused my everything in one direction, there would still be at least 1% for the other three poles and that is enough to beat even a Chameleon’s vision.
What do you mean by ‘cannot regard the surrounding when busy’?
Allen’s jaw dropped a full inch, complemented nicely by a slash of red across his cheek. Layla before him was also sharing the same dumbfoundedness, though unlike him, she was not caring about it that much.
To her, it was more of a humorous, no, gratification, perhaps. Her dream would not realize if they would have their own opinion about it. And despite not hoping for it to come true, she was actually, deep in her heart still yearning for it day and night and just couldn't forget. Human creatures are beings that don't know contentment and will always strive for the better--as ugly as it is, Layla is not an exception among these fools. She's just, enduring...up until now.
“Ahm, sis… I think we should move for a bit and talk… this position is just too compromising,” Allen saw her face close and couldn't help but feel his heart on his throat. She's beautiful, Allen was flabbergasted by such sudden thought. No, pull yourself together, this is something that can't happen, he brainwashed himself but he knows it's already too late and such potion has already lost its effect.
Allen shook off the thought and made himself look away, his cheeks warm as if he were a young lad like he’d been before his first relationship.
Layla’s expression darkens, and her chest was heaving, but at least it wasn’t from his touch. She narrowed her eyes and clutched her fists at her side, not all that sure she wouldn’t slap him again…this bastard brother of hers that made her head and heart hurt more than all the pain and sufferings that this world could offer.
“Please don’t say anything…” Layla’s gaze glued to the massive hand on her arm. Her heart beating wildly like a dancing deer, and she forced herself to be calm, which even she knows is not going to ever happen!
“Sis?” Worry wrinkled the bridge of Allen’s nose and he braced both palms on her shoulders, convinced something was wrong. Her face was white and her breathing labored, and he could swear he felt a hint of a tremble.
Looking a bit flustered, Layla saw her brother’s eyes quickly flick across her skin and back up to her own longing eyes. She glances at the mirror just behind the couch and saw her hair slightly tousled and her blouse slightly messy, revealing quite a skin on her collarbone. She's barely naked... that is quite an embarrassing sight.
So that’s why… Normally, she would immediately try to cover it but this time… she bit her lips and decided to ignore it. It’s now or never, she muttered to herself. Now that this moment has finally occurred, if she wouldn’t take advantage of it, then, there would be no next time. Besides, she was borrowing the power of alcohol to boost her spirit and something like this would probably never happen again.
If she steps down now, even if Allen can brush it off, it would still make things awkward between them.
And that is what Layla fears!
No, not ever!
“Allen…can you do sis, a favor…?” She asked, her voice slightly cracking up.
“Sis…a favor is not a problem but I don’t think this is…” His voice seemed to catch somewhere in the middle of his throat. Because before he knew it, Layla had already stretched her arms out and placed it around his neck, pulling him closer until the tip of their noses were only inches away from each other. Allen swallowed the words he was about to say--
“I want you to keep your mouth shut…” Layla’s eyes narrowed as she muttered while looking at her. “For the next few minutes,”
"... ..."
"Please..."
From this distance, she could smell the alcohol in his breath, and see a trace of redness on his face due to drinking all those who knows how many bottles already. And despite saying it won't affect him much but, it's obviously not completely ineffective. Which, Layla was uncertain whether it was a good thing or not, but at the very least, at this very moment... it was!
Being this close, she couldn’t help blushing but she didn’t avert her eyes. She fought with herself in hundred rounds just to keep still and keep on walking on this path with her own legs and now that the goal is right of her nose, even the Great Demon King can't stop her advance…
What the girls said has some truth on it!
Allen is already a God… a True God, even in the Celestial Realm, the rumored Land of the Gods.
The wall standing between them is already nonexistent—
She completely and knowingly brainwashed herself.
Nevertheless, there was some truth to it.
Not completely a lie.
“…. …” Allen felt his heart going to jump from his throat. Layla’s breath and body fragrance all provoke him to the point of no return. Although their feelings can be said to be mutual, Allen’s mortal part of him was still somewhat reluctant, not like he did not desire it, because if he said otherwise, then surely, he would be a liar. A liar of no redemption.
No man can resist his sister’s charm…if they can, then they are truly not that of man…!
Much less, for someone like him who was a manifestation of passion and love, in which he truly believes he was. A woman's embrace is something he could hardly avert his eyes with. It's one of his, very very very few flaws.
“… …” So Allen can only close his mouth and not talk, just like what she wanted. Come what may…Layla’s happiness is the most important for him. Furthermore, it’s not like he did not desire her as well. He was not that much of a saint…!
In any case, genetics is not a problem for us…I was actually worried about my mother’s reaction if I ever decided to lay my hands on sis… but it seems that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. If that happens, then I’ll just change my body and cast it aside, in any case, I can create another body for me—though not like it would matter anymore.
As Allen was having these foolish self-persuasions on himself, Layla thought that Allen was still having second thoughts about it and got impatient. Biting her lips, she nudged his chin up with her thumb as he was in a daze, and his lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. And then she saw it. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, the soft rose in his cheeks, the skittish look in his eyes, flitting to her lips and then quickly away.
Her, taking the leap seemed to garner her desired effect and her confidence suddenly skyrocketed in an instant.
She held her brother’s head, lifting it from her neck as she pressed her mouth forward to kiss him without any warning—and that small fragrant mouth advanced towards Allen’s mouth. She sucked his tongue as if wishing to suck everything inside her body.
Allen snapped out from his thoughts and felt a bomb going off inside his head as he felt like every bone in his body was melting like butter under intense heat.
Despite being the Alpha of the family, Allen can’t help but weaken on Layla’s intense approach as, despite himself, he could do little but moan in her mouth. His beloved sister’s kiss was hot and thorough, passionate, emotional, fervent--she tasted every inch of his mouth as if she was savoring the taste of a dessert that she had been wishing to have but couldn’t after a long time of abstinence, owning every corner of his lips. And for the life of him, Allen forgot about stopping her as he felt his body boiling as if being fried under the sun.
And as the God with the Aspect of Fire, that was a first after a very long time...
“And I’ve been barely enduring…and you just destroyed it all in an instant,” When they separated to take a breather, Allen can’t help but mutter, helpless blame. “I never said you needed to…” Layla stammered, helplessly staring back at him as she gulped for scraps of air. She sounds defiant with a bit of a bitter complaint but the joy and excitement in her voice and expression couldn't be hidden anymore.
His words just now were like music to her ears. There's only meaning to them, and Layla's filter immediately translated them in just less than a millisecond.
Finally... she bit her lower lip with an excited flush on her face, which Allen found very inviting. He had an urge to take a bite on it, savor its taste, it would probably be magnificent and outworldly.
Allen smiled. Darkly. Wolfishly. Alarmingly. But he said nothing. Their gazes met, and heat traveled his bloodstream like alcohol, drowning all inhibition he may have felt. He saw the vulnerability in those wide hazel eyes, heard the tremulous breathing drifting from those soft, parted lips, and all reason fled from his brain, disarming all good intent.
In slow and careful motion, his hands cupped the sides of her face like a caress—taking the initiative this time, his gaze fixed on her mouth before shifting to lose himself in her eyes. He feathered her lips with the pad of his thumb. “I really don’t know what to do with you,” he whispered, “…though, I know that I truly loved you, that much I can say with head held high.”
He wanted to fight it, knew he should really think about this and considers it carefully—but Layla taking the move caused him to feel at a loss. Daze. His mind completely turned blank. Is this fine…? Is this really correct? Those thoughts were blown away as he stared at his eyes.
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His body seemed to have been drugged with her. His eyelids weighted closed as he moved near like a man in a trance, compelled to graze his lips against hers. Upon touch, their shallow breathing became one as he nuzzled her mouth with his own. And then, in a ragged beat of his heart, she melted into him with a familiarity that destroyed all restraint. He clutched her body to his, deepening the kiss that just cost him a promise he’d made.
The room was quite dim, but Layla’s enhanced vision warmed her beloved brother’s face. Her abdomen tightened as it always did when he stood this close to her. He was so damn handsome and as his beautiful crimson plated eyes bored into hers, she grew lax in his arms. Numb with pleasure.
He moved in tight, connecting his hips to hers. She felt his arousal and now her blood thumped in her ears. Adrenaline flowed and she trembled.
“I love you, sis and I am trying,” he whispered like a mother lulling her child to sleep.
“I know.” She petted his face, his hair, his shoulders. “Take me.”
"You might regret this..."
"I would never..." She answered, proud. "And even if I would, I would take it and accept it with happiness!"
Allen kissed her and all that she felt for him rushed forward so that her mating vibration came to life, her realm frequency designed to choose a forever-after man. She let him feel how much she loved him, that in every possible way, she belonged to him.
Layla reached for him, putting her small, warm hand on the back of his neck—they kissed with fervent passion, first lightly, then more urgently, his tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her breasts against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.
Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair—he then pulled her against him, thinking that he'd never get her close enough, that if he could fold her inside of him, like tucking a small kitten into his coat when raining so hard, he'd do it.
Layla’s shaking in excitement and happiness, hit Allen square in the chest, spreading fire through his body. Her scent raised as well, a swirl of jasmine and Lily that made his mouth water and his cock twitch. She wasn’t the only one who’d been enduring and restraining herself up until now. He ached to be inside her and he longed to mess her up so bad she would never be able to think of anything but him.
Allen’s strong hands began to glide up and down Layla’s back, across her ribcage, and finally to her chest. He hesitated, as if still at war within himself, and gently cupped one breast. Finally. To finally feel Allen’s touch her like the woman he wanted. Layla could barely contain the excitement she felt bubbling inside.
That thin layer of silk was all that separated his hand from her breast. As she felt herself harden beneath his fingers,
Allen moaned, and his other hand traced up the front of her blouse until he found her bare skin.
Layla writhed happily as he explored these uncharted spots of her body.
There’s no brother and sister in this room anymore—no Allen Bando, or Layla Bando—
Only a man and a woman!
Only a couple who loved and desired each other!
… …
Wrapping his arms around her, Allen took Layla’s mouth with his tongue then teeth as he pulled on her lower lip. He leaned down and licked her neck, stopping at the pulse point before capturing the lobe of her ear.
“Have I told you that I love how you currently look…?” he said as he unbuttoned her blouse one by one, “...even better on the floor?” Within seconds, it was pooled around her feet, and Layla was standing in front of him in only tiny lace panties and her sandals. He stared at her until she blushed. “Beautiful.”
As his lips covered hers again, Layla opened for him, welcoming his tongue, greeting it with hers. He bent down and ground into her with an urgency that was hedonistic and raw, his pubic bone creating delicious friction on her clit.
Layla cried into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. His lips crushed hers, seeking and searching, punishing and soothing all at once. Their tongues met for dance as ageless as time. Layla, like a thirsty traveler in a desert, sucked on his, and he moaned, the rumble reverberating down her body.
She loved that she could affect him too.
It made her brave.
Layla looks at Allen before her—this is not her brother, nor was she his sister!
She was not even Jayla Villaflores anymore.
She exclaimed in her mind. From here on now, she would be…Layla Bando, in the truest sense in the words, as she would be Allen’s consort, his wife, his lover… the would-be mother of his child…!
Thinking such prospect and future, Layla’s body can’t help but tremble in excitement as well as happiness she couldn’t contain.
Just how long had she dreamt of this very day…?
How many nights has she had such dreams…?
Only to be awakened to realize, all of it is just a dream.
But now...
With a pounding heart, Layla pushed his fur jacket from his shoulders, then she worked the buttons of his shirt. As she did, she suddenly heard the airily exotic strains of a mellow love song from every corner of the room and Layla stared at Allen, surprised.
“Allen…”
“Don’t you think, 'Husband' is more fitting at this very moment…? Because I think I do” Allen grinned.
Layla’s eyes turned moist and silent tears fell from her eyes, as she muttered; “…husband,” with a very soft voice. Allen chuckled, his eyes flashing endless love and affection.
Rubbing his thumb on her cheek, he wiped away the tears on her beautiful face.
Layla’s heart was full of sweetness as the voice of Sade singing her [No Ordinary Love] filling the air, she continued to undress Allen from his shirt. And it was then soon gone, and Layla could feel his skin directly. Warmth and rippling muscle. All man under her fingertips.
Seeing her brother’s bare body, the pressure in her chest tightened significantly. Idiotic that his being half-naked should rattle her, given that she’d shared a bathtub with him countless times, and that was when he was entirely naked.
And wet.
And aroused.
Though, most of it was when they were children.
And that little boy who depends on her, in every move and action and decision, is finally a man standing at the summit of every world. Even holding their fate on this slender hand, which was currently caressing so gentle and loving. Then, her gaze moves downwards.
She appraised Allen, awed and a little unnerved by the sheer size and heft of him up close. He's all muscle on that slender and lean frame. Allen worked the zipper of his pants, but Layla pushed his fingers away. “Let me,” she muttered with a seductive voice.
Allen stepped out of his shoes as the pants and belt joined the puddle of clothes. His erection tented his boxers, and Layla wanted to feel him, taste him. She began to sink to her knees, taking his boxers down with her like a little newly-wedded wife attending to her new husband, when he stopped her; Allen suddenly yanked her up, carried her on his arms and laid her down onto the wide couch.
Allen halted his movements and stared at Layla’s body as she laid down on the couch—beautiful, Allen muttered inside him as she observes every part and corner of her, as wonderful like a work of art she is. God truly has some sense of beauty as he had made her like this, one that cannot help but love and admired how wonderful she was—inside and out.
Kicking off her sandals, Layla did lie down, or rather reclined on her side, to the griping of the corroded springs supporting what passed for a mattress on this smooth and extremely couch.
She leaned her head on the recliner to prop up her head and tucked her legs up so as not to prod Allen at the other end of the couch. Then, she watched as Allen reach out and started caressing her bare body, which was slightly embarrassing as he looks so focus and affectionate at the same time as if he was caressing a very important treasure of his.
He brushed her face, her throat, her breasts…stroked her arms, caressed the length of her legs… She felt a tickle in her hair, another on her cheek, heard her name whispered on the breeze—his smooth and lust-inducing fingertips danced around her body, which Layla didn’t have any thoughts of stopping at all.
She was his and has always been.
Every part of hers was his, and despite it being quite an embarrassing, but she felt pride as well as happiness when he looks at her like this—not as an older sister, but a woman he loved, loved so deeply in his heart. Everywhere his fingertips grazed, she felt electrified.
The room was quite humid, but not uncomfortably cold nor hot—probably he regulated the room with his powers or the room itself always retained its comfort temperature no matter what kind of weather it was outside, as Layla felt neither cold nor hot even though she was almost naked from top to bottom.
The room was kinda dimmed with only the flickering light from the fireplace and oil lamps, giving some kinda strange but romantic mood around the room—even there was a faint wash of moonlight from the windows. The [No Ordinary Love] by Sade was still playing, quietly voluptuous and utterly mesmerizing.
She wondered if he had restarted it a second time. “Like what you saw…?” she couldn’t help but tease with a mischievous and yet alluring voice.
“Beyond your wildest imagination,” His smile was a little chagrined, his face luminous with moonlight. “Here I’ve been in an agony of lust for you, and you finally come to me—despite it, you would never know how hard it was for me to endure all this time, eliminating such thoughts the moment they appeared in my mind. But you just waste all my effort—now I’m wondering just what was all my efforts for…? Coming to me with this easy-peel dress–” He heaved a sigh of helplessness.
“Easy-peel?” Grinning, she rolled onto her back and stretched, quivering like a cat. “You cannot blame that to me…who asked you to act like a gentleman…? You have already long been isolated from humanity and yet to still want to act like one—it’s not like it’s easy for a woman to take the initiative, especially a sister to her beloved brother…!”
“… …”
“All this time I’m waiting and waiting, and yet… even to the point of swallowing my pride just to give you some hints. And still, you still avoided it, acting like a dense idiot as you truly are,”
Allen smiled wryly, “…oh well, at least now, you are now in my arms…” He skimmed a hand down her chest to her stomach, and back up. “…but it doesn’t mean, I can overlook the act of you slapping me fiercely just now. If I’m not mistaken, that would be the very first time; you had actually hit me…I was in shock… my mind messed up,” Allen grinned.
“…I’m sorry, I was just too heated just now.” Layla smiled bitterly as her expression apologetic. "But it was also not just my fault. You are acting out of character...an idiot, I can't help it." Her hand reached out and caressed his cheek gently, the place where indeed had slapped him. Though, right now, it had returned its rosier complexion, meaning it had already recovered completely.
But it doesn’t mean she had not hurt her precious baby, which gave quite a pang of huge guilt assaulting her. Incredible self-healing would not erase the fact that she had raised her hand to her precious. “I will accept any punishment,” Her slender satiny fingers caressed his perfectly toned chest and gradually made their way towards his groin, softly gripping that rock hard member there.
As for the punishment—I guess that’s not something to ask what it was anymore…