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It was a day like any other.
You, Joshua, and Clive–all seated at the large dining table of Byron’s grand estate. Rather than restoring Rosaria as a whole to become a desperate clutch at former glory, the effort to re-develop the duchy into the welcoming haven that Elwin always dreamed of required some needed attention from its two former royal inheritors.
This was especially the case while Valisthea in its entirety slowly stepped forward into a future that was free from the demanding rule of magic.
Yet while citizens from each region steered themselves together with hopeful eyes towards the change that awaited for everyone in the days to come, some habits were still firmly and stubbornly rooted in the past.
Namely the poked, prodded yet uneaten scoop of glazed carrots on Joshua’s plate.
The lingering orange presence only deepened the pout on your lips and strengthened the grip of your fingers on your fork.
While Clive watched on with amusement from the side in-between bites of his steak, you had spent the past few minutes trying to get his brother to part his lips to eat the single piece of carrot that you skewered just for him.
“I don’t see why you still harbor such a grudge against carrots, Joshua. They’re good for you!”
While the look in his eyes twinkled with affection towards you, even he couldn’t hold back his exasperation as he dodged each offering of your fork. “While good and blessed in nutrients, there are simply better foods to savor.”
“And such is why you will always be my baby brother, Joshua.”
Both you and Joshua snapped your heads towards Clive, who only grinned teasingly as he proceeded to effortlessly cut himself another piece of steak with one stroke of his knife.
Needless to say, Joshua was aghast.
“Clive! You would go so far to say tha–ack…!”
And prone to ambush.
Without a moment’s hesitation, you took his slackened jaw as the opportunity you needed to finally plunge your fork into his mouth.
His baby blue eyes widened, his tongue retracting in his mouth slightly to avoid having to savor the taste beyond the glazed sauce and right to the heart of the carrot, which in turn led him to cough in repulsion when his panic caused his worst fear to transpire.
You were pleased.
Clive was laughing.
Joshua was soon plotting.
His intentions made itself known in the form of his voice as he spoke, his tone dipping an octave down.
“If there is something that you must insist on having me taste, please indulge me with choice at least…”
Suddenly, it was your turn to seek avoidance of any contact.
Yet without another word and his lips curling into a grin, Joshua went on to slip down beneath the table, positioning himself over to right before where you sat. Feeling your hands grasp at your thighs, you only shuddered as they were parted, granting him more space for him to plant his lips against your inner thigh, his kisses quick and eager to settle right between your legs.
While you were caught up in the beginnings of what would be Joshua’s relentless retaliations, you gasped as you then took note of the presence that was now standing behind you instead. You soon felt large hands move down to rest upon your shoulders before giving them an affectionate squeeze, which contrasted with the pressure applied–an unspoken request for you to remain in place just before they moved to cup your breasts.
From even partnering up with you to now joining in on Joshua’s revenge.
You couldn’t hold back your whine.
“Clive, you too?”
He was all smiles in response, taking the moment to lean down and bring his lips along the side of your neck, dragging it up towards your cheek.
With this, his lips then fell by your ear, his voice in a low murmur as he declared,
“What can I say–if my younger brother is being antagonized, I simply must step in.”
With your panties pushed aside as Joshua’s mouth now happily planted upon right in-between your thighs and Clive’s big and heavy hands massaging and groping your breasts, you truly felt like you were in the heart of paradise.
After all, it was another day spent with these two.