Deus Vult [little sis Shimmer x Anon]


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                                            >"What do you think, brother? Does it look good?"

                                            >Everything on the table looks edible as far as you can tell.

                                            "Yeah, sure."

                                            >Your sister clears her throat, sitting over the dinner table.

                                            >Picking up the fork, you notice her glaring at you, clearing her throat.

                                            >"I'll say grace."

                                            >Awkwardly putting the fork back, you clasp your hands, waiting for her to start.

                                            >"Lord, thou who art in heaven, please bless our parents on the road, my friends from school..."

                                            >She continues listing off a bunch of names for 'the lord' to bless, eyes closed.

                                            >Your little sister has had some weird phases before, but this one really takes the cake.

                                            >It started a couple of weeks ago with her insisting on calling you 'brother', apparently to be formal.

                                            >Then she ditched her t-shirts and started wearing sweaters inside.

                                            >That must be uncomfortably warm, but when asked, she just mumbled something about modesty.

                                            >None of this made any sense until she started openly reciting bible verses and prayers in your face.

                                            >The only welcome thing about this development is that she now cooks for you sometimes, for whatever reason.

                                            >"...and bless the lettuce and the hands that pulled them from the ground. Ah-men."

                                            "Ay-men."

                                            >She clears her throat again, eyes drilling holes through your head.

                                            "Uhh... ah-men."

                                            >"Thank you."

                                            >Apparently that's the historical pronunciation, or something.

                                            >You chomp through the food, quietly impressed by her skill.

                                            >As genuine as she seems, the length of this phase is starting to worry you.

                                            >She doesn't hang out with her friends much anymore, instead engrossed in back-to-back bible readings.

                                            >"So, brother, how about it? Will you go with me tomorrow..?"

                                            "I'm not going to church, Shim."

                                            >She looks at you as if you're a lost puppy.

                                            >"Is that video game really more important than your soul..?"

                                            "Well, it's a really good game."

                                            >You ignore her look of disapproval, chomping on some more food.

                                            "I actually think you'd like it, it's about reclaiming the holy land."


                                            >"Thanks, brother, you're the best!"

                                            >She gives you a quick Christian side-hug before running up the stairs and into her room.

                                            >Who'd have thought she'd be so excited about a copy of Crusader Kings 2 as an early birthday present?

                                            >You follow her into the room, figuring she's going to need some help.

                                            "Alright, how's it going?"

                                            >"This is... complicated."

                                            "I'll give you a hint, start as an Irish duke."

                                            >You spend the next couple of hours going over the basics with her, which she absorbs with ease.

                                            >You quite enjoy the mentor role. What better feeling is there than being useful to someone who looks up to you?

                                            >Looking at the screen, you notice her heir and his twin sister just came of age.

                                            >Taking over the mouse and checking their profiles, you notice they're both geniuses.

                                            "Whoa, lucky you. Check the marriage menu for others with a genius trait."

                                            >She filters the list, showing no results.

                                            >"It's empty... does that mean I can't have- I mean, my duke can't have genius babies?"

                                            >She actually looks sad.

                                            "Well... there is one thing you can do..."

                                            >Her face lightens up.

                                            >"Yes?"

                                            "I mean... you can just marry your twins..."

                                            >"Yeah, but to whom? The list was empty."

                                            "To each other."

                                            >A moment of silence passes, both of you looking away as you notice each other's blush.

                                            >"Isn't that... bad..?"

                                            "One time should be fine, just don't do it too often."

                                            >"No, I mean... is that allowed, in the church?"

                                            >Figures that's the angle she's worried about.

                                            "Yeah, I guess. Royalty did this all the time in Europe."

                                            >She doesn't look convinced.

                                            "I'm pretty sure the Old Testament borderline endorses this kind of thing, too. You'd know better than me."

                                            >A bulb seems to light above her head.

                                            >"Woah, you're... right. It kinda does..."


                                            >The next morning, the Sun wakes you up.

                                            >Performing your usual waking-up routine, you notice your sister's Steam profile is active.

                                            >Which means she didn't go to church this morning. Success!

                                            >Deciding to check on her, you knock on her door.

                                            "Shim, are you in there? How's it going?"

                                            >The door opens, revealing your sister.

                                            >Her hair is completely ragged, her eyes have bags under them, and she's wearing a t-shirt and no pants.

                                            >"I did it, Anon... I mean broth-ugh, whatever."

                                            >She waves you inside, pointing to the screen, looking triumphant.

                                            >"Look!"

                                            >Well, you'll be god-damned. Not only did she get the Jerusalem title, but she also formed Britannia.

                                            >"Those Muslims didn't know what hit them."

                                            "Did you stay up all night?"

                                            >Seeing her falling down on her bed answers your question.

                                            >Noticing her king's three chins, you check his profile, revealing the most horrific monstrosity you've ever seen produced by this game.

                                            >A weak, inbred imbecile, ugly and clubfooted, and infirm on top of that. An impressive cocktail of negative traits to say the least.

                                            >His parents are siblings. As are his grandparents. And great-grandparents. This entire family tree is just a ladder.

                                            "Shim... how in the f-"

                                            >She wraps her arms around you from behind, dropping her head on your shoulder.

                                            >"Can I ask you something..?"

                                            >Damn it, her face is way too close.

                                            "S-sure..."

                                            >"Will you be my husband?"

                                            >Your hands go limp as you sit back into the chair, giving your little sister a raised eyebrow.

                                            "You need to go to sleep."

                                            >"N-no, I-" A yawn cuts her off. "I don't!"

                                            "Okay, well, I should, uhh... get going..."

                                            >Your words trail off as your sister begins tracing patterns on your chest instead of releasing you from the hug.

                                            >"You know, I think we have some matching traits..."

                                            "What's gotten into you..? Do you have a fever?"

                                            >You reach for her forehead, feeling her warm, smooth skin against your palm.

                                            >"See? I'm fine."


                                            >"So will you do it?"

                                            >She sits back on the bed, fluttering her eyes at you.

                                            >"Please?"

                                            >What monster have you created?

                                            "N-nobody will marry us, Shim."

                                            >"I'll do it."

                                            "You'll... marry us? Does that even work?"

                                            >"Anything is possible when God wills it, Anon."

                                            "How do you even know that?"

                                            >She pats the bed beside her, summoning you by her side.

                                            >She jumps on you and sits on your lap, arms around your shoulders.

                                            >"I'm sure of it. The Lord sent me the signs using this game, and it's telling me that you are the one."

                                            >That's some quality Christian logic right there.

                                            >You're done arguing. You know she's too stubborn to have her mind changed, and you've been dreading the day she gets a boyfriend anyways.

                                            "Fine... if you insist."

                                            >That's a one-way ticket to hell guaranteed, but the overjoyed look on her face makes it all worth it.

                                            >"A-alright!" She springs onto her feet, dragging you with her.

                                            >She hands you a piece of paper, looking excited.

                                            >"Recite this."

                                            >Looking at the words written, an entire leg's worth of blood rushes into your face.

                                            >You're supposed to say *this* to your sister..?

                                            >Looking up at her, she's waiting for you to start.

                                            "Uhh... I, Anonymous take you... Sunset Shimmer, t-to be my... w-wife..."

                                            >You gulp, hand covering your face in shame. It only gets worse from here, but it's too late to back out.

                                            "I p-promise to be true to you in good times and in bad..."

                                            >Looking up, she's drawing circles on the floor with her foot.

                                            "...in s-sickness and in health..."

                                            >Your eyes meet, the awkward contact breaking immediately as your eyes go back to the paper.

                                            "I will... loveyouandhonouryouallthedaysofmylife, DONE."

                                            >You hear a giggle as you catch your breath, the vow finally done with.

                                            >"Alright, my turn."

                                            >She takes a deep breath and recites the entire pledge in a single exhalation, not skipping or mincing a single word.

                                            >Ignoring your speechlessness, her eyes close and her hands move behind her back, puffing out her chest.

                                            >"You may kiss the bride..."


                                            >How the hell did it come to this?

                                            >You just wanted a sister you could play video games with, instead of that absurdly devout nun.

                                            >On her toes and arching up her chin, your sister is standing as tall as she possibly can.

                                            >It seems to have worked, but this... this was beyond your expectations.

                                            >Sure, she's cute, but this is your little sister, not some cheap skank off the streets.

                                            >This is the adorable fire-headed little girl who always insisted that the only place she could hide from thunderstorms was in your arms.

                                            >Or she was, at least.

                                            "Is this really necessary..?"

                                            >"This is part of the ceremony, Anon. You're a man, aren't you?"

                                            >Her eyes still closed, she looks like she's losing her balance.

                                            >Not amused by the implication, you grab her be the shoulders somewhat roughly, eliciting a surprised jolt.

                                            "F-fine."

                                            >This is totally normal in France, right? What's the difference between a kiss on the cheeks and the lips, really?

                                            "I can't do this with your mouth closed, you know."

                                            >"Heh, right..."

                                            >Her mouth hanging open, you throw caution to the wind and ram your tongue into her orifice.

                                            >Closing your own eyes as you probe around, your image of your surroundings changes.

                                            >Suddenly you see a big, decorated podium, and a beautiful young woman in a frilly, white dress in front of you.

                                            >Your heart falters, shocked by the vividness of the fantasy.

                                            >Is this divine intervention? Is 'God' showing you the way?

                                            >Breaking the kiss, you submit to a sudden urge to wrap your arms around her back.

                                            >"A-anon?"

                                            "What?"

                                            >"There's... one more thing."

                                            >Dragging her panties down to her knees, she backs up against the wall behind her, dragging you along.

                                            >"Consummation. Now."

                                            "What? Is that even still a thing?"

                                            >"Yeah, the pope can nullify our marriage if we don't."

                                            >Putting aside her blatantly absurd concern, you drop your pants on the floor and kick them away.

                                            "Okay... stay still."

                                            >Moving your hands up under her shirt, you hold her against the wall by her sides.


                                            >"Pfft... that tickles."

                                            >Getting your aim right, you figure you should give her some kind of warning before doing the deed.

                                            >You're not some kind of savage, after all.

                                            "D-DEUS VULT!"

                                            >Jamming your erection into her holy land, the first crusade against your sister's virginity is a resounding success.

                                            >You make out a mumbled plea to continue, following her initial yelp and the sound of her head banging the wall behind her.

                                            >Pulling almost all the way out, you commence the second crusade and then the third in quick succession.

                                            >"Ahh... m-more-"

                                            >Every sound from her lips eggs you on further, chipping away at your self-control.

                                            >Your restraints now completely gone, you move a hand further up her shirt and find your fingertips in unobstructed contact with a perked nipple.

                                            >Your arousal peaking, you thrust another two centuries' worth of papal war declarations inside your sister in a matter of seconds.

                                            >"Y-yes... unf~"

                                            >Seeing her tongue peeking at the outside world, you enter her mouth in for a second taste, all the while continuing your holiest of duties.

                                            >Soon feeling your sister starting to slide down the wall, your arms wrap around her to keep her upright.

                                            >"Ahh... alm-ahhh... almost..."

                                            >Unleashing your final series of thrusts, you suppress a groan as your mission ends with three spurts of your goo, the final one landing outside as you pull out.

                                            >Your sister, meanwhile, makes no attempt to muffle her satisfaction, loudly moaning your name while failing to stand under her own weight.

                                            >Also debilitated by the wave of euphoria, you simply fall down on the floor with her.

                                            >Breathing heavily with your sister in your arms, you notice her resting a little too peacefully.

                                            >You almost forgot she didn't get any sleep tonight.

                                            >Standing up, you pick her up and lay her down on the bed, careful not to rouse her.

                                            >Signing the cross on your chest for the first time in years, you exit the room, a true believer once more.


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