The ‘Talk’

A/N: Olivia's current age changed from 30 to 26 in the previous chapter. Also, a picture of the painting of a red dragon added in the chapter before that.

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Olivia who heard me stopped in her place, her whole being frozen as she stared at me flabbergasted.

After many tens of seconds, some of her clarity returned as she finally uttered a word.

"Eh?"

She seemed genuinely confused, shocked even.

"Alex, sweetie, did you just..."

She tried asking, but I cut her in between by completing her question.

"Call you by your name? Yes, I did. Why? You don't like that?"

She stayed silent with a dumbfounded look, and then slowly said with a weak smile.

"W-Well... I mean, I'm your older sister. You shouldn't call me by my name."

She wasn't angry, I could tell just by looking at her. She was instead confused. Very confused, by the looks of it. Her feelings started to create a strange storm in her heart as her clarity had returned midway and started competing with her deluded lustful self to regain its dominance over the mind. Two different ideologies glared at each other, ready to battle till death.

And I blew the horn that began her internal conflict with my reply.

"I thought you loved me like a man. So why does it matter if you're my big sister or not? Aren't lovers equals? Or what? Are you saying I don't have that position in your heart?"

She visibly shook as her eyes deflated.

"N-no! I mean, yes. But no. We're siblings, remember? I do love you as a man. But we must not cross the boundary."

She seemed to think she was giving a rational response but it was utter bullshit. Nothing about it was sensible. It was simply ridiculous whatever she said.

We had long crossed that line. She had long crossed that line. The only line she hadn't crossed was her doing the deed itself, but honestly, with the whole fellatio thing, it was more or less already a done deal. A big fuckery.

"That's not how it works, Olivia."

I spoke, my words stern this time. I wiped my mouth of all our excessive saliva as I stared directly at her eyes. They were in turmoil. I could tell her inside had become chaotic for her air-headed self to handle but her lady self refused to enter lest she's dirtied by her own desires.

"Alex..."

She spoke my name, her voice pleading.

"... I-I love you."

She finished her word. Her eyes had started to moisten.

She was being pushed out of her comfort zone, and by the person, she least expected it from, her own little brother. Unfortunately for her, she was in for a very rough ride.

"And I love you too, Big sis..."

I spoke with a smile. I spoke for the original Alexander. He did love his older sister. A lot. But it was all familial love.

Hearing my reply and using the term 'Big sis' again, and seeing me smile returned her own smile. She seemed in better shape and her internal conflict seemed to calm down a little as both sides seemed to wait for my ultimatum. As if they were not just fighting for her sake, but mine as well. She stuttered.

"Y-Yes and I too—"

But I cut her off once again with my next words.

"But I only loved you as a family. As my older sister, not a lover."

My words killed the temporary truce inside her mind and the war began once again.

Her dam broke as a tear finally fell from her right eye.

"A-Alex... I..."

She tried speaking but her next words didn't come out. She seemed to have realized it now. After regaining her clarity and some chastising from me, she seemed to have understood how fucked up she was.

I took this silence to continue my speech. I had to get it all out now so that I could go to part 2, the reconciliation, later in the future.

"Big sis. I never loved you romantically. It was always familial. But you did all those things to me (well, the 'original' me), and you never truly cared if I loved you in the same way too. You just used my body to sate your pent-up desires. You never really asked for my consent, did you, big sis?

Do you know what people call that act? It's called r*pe. And I don't want to sugarcoat it for you, because that's pretty much what happened. Sure, there was no penetration and stuff, but you did all other sorts of things. Perhaps molestation will be the right term for it? But it sure as hell was enough to leave a scar in my heart. I was afraid of you big sis. You scared me."

By this point, her eyes had failed to contain her tears and she was weeping. She had finally realized her mistake and now it was all weighing on her heart, dragging her to the depths of the abyss while blaming her disgusting self for doing something like that to someone she cared so much for.

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Thanks to the 'Observe' skill, it was all quite clear to me, though her face didn't really hide her emotions either.

She closed her eyes and looked down, not wanting to look at me anymore. She was disgraced. She was mortified.

But alas I didn't show her such lenience and allow her to run away from me.

I held her chin and made her look back at me again. Her eyes shook open as she stared at me with surprise and... fear. Her eyes contained genuine fear.

She was scared. Scared of me. Scared of what I was going to say next. She felt helpless. Her body had lost all its strength and her face had turned pale, her eyes now lifeless.

She opened and closed her mouth, like a fish, seemingly trying to say some words, but nothing came out. As if something or someone had taken away her voice.

So instead, I continued my speech.

"Don't look away from me, big sis. Look at me. Look at the person you tried to shove all your desires on. Did you know how dangerous it was? Did you know you could have traumatized me for life? Can you call yourself a sensible adult and a good elder sister? Do you even have the right to call yourself that?"

I was harsh on her, but none of it would have been unjustified had the original Alex spoken them. But he never would have. At least not in 'his' foreseeable future, that was never meant to be.

The original Alex was scared, not due to Olivia, but due to the fear of what she would turn into when was lost in her desires. He disliked that side of her. But he also loved the normal Olivia who had loved and cared for all his life. So, he was in constant turmoil, where he couldn't bring himself to hate on his elder sister, but he couldn't take it. Perhaps if it had continued for longer, he would have snapped and it could have gone two ways. He would have either confronted her, or he would have killed himself.

At least that's what my memories of him told me. But then again, I also knew the fact that this world was created when I reincarnated and everything before that never happened for real.

But did that actually mean Alexander's suffering was fake? His memories did exist, even if he didn't. And the rest of the world too was in the same boat. So, I could only accept it as real. The alternative just didn't make sense nor was it helpful.

Regardless, now I was using those said memories to guilt trip this crying mess of a woman in front of me. I would be a hypocrite if I said I hated her when I was enjoying making out with her. Heck, I would have continued our session till the very end, likely going through all bases. I still had a raging boner even through all this 'talk'.

But I stopped since I was hit by a sudden wave of realization. The realization that I didn't want it this way.

Olivia was a beautiful woman who had enough appeal to make me want her as my lover, even if she was my supposed sister, but I didn't want to have relations with a woman who was already bound to another man.

I didn't want a full-blown affair.

As much of a degenerate pervert that I was, I was not one to go for married women. Stealing another's wife, even if they were in an arranged marriage with no love, was a bit too much for my tastes. I didn't like NTR. Not my girls cheating on me, not another's cheating on him with me.

That was one of the few lines I had drawn in this life. I could make a Harem even without indulging in adultery.

Of course, widows, like my mother, were fair game. What? I know I said I could draw a line, but that didn't mean I was not a depraved horny motherfucker. My perversions were strong. And single women, even divorced ones, were fair fucking game! Whether I went for them or not was on me though.

Olivia's case was especially problematic. Her being the betrothed of a duke was a big political move. And if word got out that she cheated, the ducal family won't hesitate for a single moment to ruin our already declining family. And that was bad. They were one of our strongest allies, and their turning on us would have been really problematic.

So, what choice did I have here? Obviously, to expose that gay bitch Duke and make him break the marriage so they don't get to have a moral high ground. I didn't care if he was a "good" and "honorable" man. I wouldn't hesitate to ruin his life if it meant I could have my older sister.

Damn right. I wanted her. I wanted Olivia. I know I said I don't go for married women, but I forgot to add a clause. One that said that if a woman was not happy with her partner and she wanted someone better and we happened to share mutual love, I was going to do my best to help her get out of that bondage and become mine.

Though, perhaps Olivia was the only such case I would deal with. Since pretty much all of the girls I was eventually going to aim for were single girls around my age.

I looked at Olivia who had now turned lifeless, as her tears seemingly drained her vitality. She now seemed like a little girl as she had shed all her ladylike persona and wept like a kid, face facing downwards.

"... I-I'm—*hicc*—sorry..."

A meek voice came from her deflated self after she and I had been silent for a couple of minutes.

She turned her head up, her tear-smeared face and lifeless eyes staring at me weakly.

"I'm so sorry, Alex…"

She repeated her words, this time a bit louder.

"I-I did something appalling... to you… to my own dear younger brother. I am unforgivable. I a-am detestable. And now you hate me… B-But y-you're right to hate me since I'm such a disgusting woman who would do such a horrible thing to her own brother..."

She apologized to me.

"I am sorry… for every bad thing I've done to you, all this time..."

She wiped her tears and stared at me with a remorseful face, that somehow seemed quite pitiful. Looking at such a bright and beautiful woman, who was so cheerful and happy just this afternoon, in such a shape melted my heart.

"Please… say something… Alex… Alex…!"

Her entire being begged as she clutched my feet, desperately wanting to hear a word from me. It didn't matter what I said, whether I shouted at her or spew hurtful words, as long as I said anything. My 'silent treatment' was killing her inside. Sending her into the true pits of hell. It was worse than me speaking hatefully. Not that I ever did.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves down.

'Fuck. It's hard to be stern at her when she looks so pitiful. But it's for the best… for my best anyway. God, I'm an awful man myself. Fuck.'

After some debating, I decided it was enough chastising. I didn't have my blood cold enough to push her down further. I didn't want to completely break her mind. Just shake her enough. And this was enough.

Before I could speak, however, she did.

"… You really do hate me now, as expected. *Sniff* It hurts… My own younger brother hates me… because I did something awful. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry..."

Her tears began flowing anew and her damn broke for the second time. She sobbed harder, moaning loudly, as she uttered "sorry"s in between, like a broken record.

Finally deciding it was enough, I opened my mouth and spoke.

"I don't hate you."

It took some time for my calmly said words to register in her mess of a brain.

She stopped her sobbing for a second to look at me, her face full of confusion, and a tinge of hope.

I smiled as I pulled her into my embrace. Her face fell on her chest as I hugged her pretty little head.

She shook for a moment but then quickly grabbed me, like a drowning woman clutching life support thrown at her with all her might, as she cried louder in my embrace, repeating "I'm sorry"s, again and again.

'She's really pitiful… She just wanted to be loved and her husband turned out to be a man lover. Poor Olivia. It caused her to develop twisted feelings for me, her younger brother. She never meant any harm to me. And it was kind of clear to everyone who knew. But the fact remained that she did something morally wrong.

…But, I kinda like her.'

I, Alex, not the previous Alexander K. Maximus, liked this woman and found her attractive.

'I'll just make her mine, then.'

That was the day(night) one of the 4 Ducal families of the Arendelle Empire, and one of the most prominent families on the continent, was destined to face a big annoyance and major shame on their name because the current Duke was found out to be 'not much of a man'. All because a certain reincarnator(I) wanted to bang his hot older sister.

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A/N: Oooh boy! That was some heavy stuff. I didn't plan for this, but it sort of happened with this plot. Alex has decided on something he wants(namely his onee-san). Thus, the incest tag is in play.

I have wrapped Alex's dark past with this.

We'll now be moving on to the adventure part... is what I would like to say, but we have a few more things to deal with right now. And perhaps the lemon isn't over yet? ;)