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My baby sister is not happy with me going to the Federation for study. She tried to hide the acceptance email, yet I am determined to go. Because a long time ago, I had made up my mind to leave the Empire and become her opponent.
We are close to each other than anyone else in the world since childhood. As we grow up, the fact that we are both heirs to the throne also draws near. I have seen her going into politics: decisive, calm, without a hint of mercy on her young, beautiful face, she looks quite distinct from the girl I know when we are alone. I am convinced that within a short time, she will be the ideal ruler of the Empire.
When that day comes, I will unavoidably be one of her biggest concerns. We are so familiar with each other, and our thoughts are always alike; we both have brilliant minds, appropriate cruelty, and most importantly, the passion for power. Stories of siblings killing one another for the throne are not rare in this palace; it is only that we share the same understanding not to mention any of them.
Perhaps one day we will turn the blades towards each other. I might die in her hands, or she might die in mine. The winner might disguise the loser’s name and never talk about it. However, before that, she rests on my shoulder, lies in my arms, and kisses my cheeks. Every time I recall these moments, I realize it is impossible for me to point my gun at her.
I may gain a lot of enemies, but I only have this one and only person I truly care for in this universe. Our souls entwined, the fate made us born in the same source; yet it also made us competitors, betting on who would exchange love for the imperial power. When I think about this, my wish to abandon all the miseries comes to a peak.
Giving up the succession and becoming the High Martial of the Federation is the best solution I can think of. Only the Federation, which is always hostile towards the Empire, can let me possess the supreme power I crave. By that time, my sister will also have ruled the Empire. We will level our eyes on the same height; it will be all our choice to fight or negotiate.
That’s right, I want to do something no one tried before: the cooperation between the Empire and the Federation. I want both of us become the controller of power, rather than its slave. I want to be by her side with a new status, and do whatever I used to dare not do.
But before all of these, I must be far away from her and stand in her opposition.
So far, she merely knows what I am planning, not realizing my reasons. How long will you be leaving? Will you come back to me? She doesn’t ask. During the days before my departure, she only clings to me more often, but it is different from what we did in the past.
Starting with a simple kiss, she exaggerates and intensifies the affinity between us. When no one is around, she allows me to put my hands on her waist, kiss the corner of her mouth, and nipping her neck. I also take her hand to touch my eyebrows, my chin, and my Adam’s apple, her palm finally positioning on my chest.
The last night before I leave, she knocks on my door. Maybe because it is the last time we are on the same standing. I don’t remember who comes on to whom first; when I realize what is going on, my hand has already found its way from her back to her chest. She seems unsatisfied that I claim her lips and tongue for too long; her hand gives a quick nip on my shoulder.
I let her go. Her eyes are steamy, her lips turn deliciously red, and her facial hair is damped by sweat. Our bodies cling to each other tightly; against our pajamas, we feel the shapes of our desire.
She puts her arms around my neck. She doesn’t need to try, because I lower my head and take her breath as a destiny. We fall on my mattress, our moves replacing all words. My hand goes under her nightdress and touches every inch of her skin, which I've been depicting in my dreams, heaving and hollow as it should be. Finally, I stay at the top of her thighs and explore the center area. She takes my fingers in and out, just as greedy as her character. She moans with satisfaction, and I feel overwhelmed by ecstasy.
She loosens her grip on my bed sheet and rips off my pants with her hand. I follow her willingness and present myself in front of her, unconcealed. This must be the craziest game we have ever played. Within the last step, we can unite as one.
I've imagined this scene before. I once read a prehistoric myth in which the brother and his younger sister are bonded in this way. And right now, my little sister is lying below me, waiting for me to take her as mine.
“Does it hurt?”I ask as I enter her body.
She shakes her head. She won’t admit it, even though her forehead is bunched in a frown, and tears are running out of her eyes. With a sigh, I lick her tears clean and find her lips again, trying to distract her from any pain. She clutches my upper arm, letting me rip her inside, bit by bit.
I observe the change on her face. Her eyes are filled with expectation, and the slight fear has gone, thanks to my comfort. Only her breathing rags as I go deeper into her. When I finally bury myself inside, we both relax for a moment.
At her glance, I begin to move, and her cry breaks into pieces as I smash her. Wet and hot accumulating in our joint area, my sanity is wavering as she trembles.
Suddenly, the same myth jumps into my head. The brother was so afraid of the prophecy that he swallowed he and his sister’s children; his sister hated him, and she secretly kept and raised up a kid of theirs, who later overturned the brother’s rulership.
Damn it. I force myself to get out and release at the sound of her gasping. The weird association in my mind disappears as well.
The tide of desire fades away as we lie side by side. After a long silence, she speaks first.
“I can’t hold you, can I?”
“You almost make it,” I reply honestly.
She supports herself up, her fingers rubbing around my cheekbone softly. Her voice is so gentle that I nearly fail to recognize her warning.
“Won’t you forget me once you arrive in the Federation, dear brother?”
I laugh and remove the damp hair from her forehead.
“How come? You’re my one and only baby sister.”
She lies down, her head leaning on my chest. My pounding heartbeat slows down when my finger tips brush her bare arm again and again. I pray for time to stop at this moment; if it does, we won’t have to go into the unknown future.