Nivara Family’s Youngest

Chapter 7 - "Bitter Lessons and Sweet Triumphs II" R-18+

After the lesson, Eira sat in her room, staring blankly out the window. Thoughts swirled in her mind as she contemplated how to mend her relationship with Elara.

“Ahh, I can’t think of anything! I’ve never had siblings in my past life, so how can I make her feel better?” she grumbled, frustration building within her. She called out for Lindy, her voice serious. “Could you help me think of a way to make up with Sister Elara?”

Lindy considered her response. “Hmm, if your sister or brother is upset, you need to show them you care. You should make them feel loved until they forgive you,” she said, her tone light-hearted but unaware of the potential consequences of her advice.

Night fell, and Eira found herself with a renewed sense of determination. Lindy’s suggestion lingered in her mind, and she smiled, reflecting on how the warmth of Lindy’s care had previously made her feel safe. “Hehe, Lindy really is the best. I didn’t expect her to have such a concept! I think I understand why I felt warm from her kindness before,” Eira said, her smile brightening.

With that, she instructed Lindy to retrieve the key to Elara’s room, hoping to avoid any trouble while making amends. Minutes later, dressed in her sleeping clothes, Eira felt a mix of determination and nervousness swirl within her as she quietly approached Elara’s room, her footsteps barely echoing on the polished floor.

After obtaining permission from Elara's personal maid, Eira took the cool metal key in hand. With a deep breath, she inserted it into the lock. The mechanism clicked softly, and as she turned the key, the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with shadows. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, and Eira’s heart raced as she stepped inside, ready to face her sister and mend the rift between them.

Elara lay asleep, tears glistening on her cheeks, an expression of sadness marring her beautiful features. Eira approached the bed, her heart aching at the sight of her sister’s distress.

Recalling Lindy’s advice, Eira hesitated but resolved to take action.

She gently sat on the edge of the bed and, with her heart racing, leaned in closer to her sister. “I just want to help,” she whispered to herself, her small chest rising and falling with each breath.

Eira began to carefully lick the transparent gown that draped over Elara, first on her neck, eliciting a soft giggle from her sister.

Encouraged, Eira continued, her cheeks warming as she pressed her lips against Elara’s.

“Smack! ... Mwa! ... Smooch! ... Peck! ... Kiss... kiss!” She showered her sister with gentle kisses, pouring her affection into each gesture.

Suddenly, Elara's eyes fluttered open, and she gasped, her expression shifting from surprise to shock.

“Kya! What are you doing, you brat? Kissing your sister while she’s sleeping? I’ll tell Mother!” Elara’s voice was a mixture of embarrassment and indignation, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Eira’s heart raced, but she didn’t let her sister’s words deter her. All she could think about was making amends. She pushed Elara back onto the bed, her features caught between innocence and mischief.

“I just want to show you how much I care,” Eira said softly.

“Please, stop!” Elara pleaded, tears brimming in her eyes. Yet Eira pressed on, wanting to ease her sister's pain and bring them closer together.

Eira lowered her kisses down Elara's legs, eliciting a mix of gasps and laughter from her sister.

“Mmm... please... stop!” Elara begged, her voice trembling, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

Eira paused, sensing her sister’s distress but also her hidden desire for connection. The air thickened with tension as Elara’s breath came in shaky gasps, her body reacting despite her protests.

“I can’t... I can’t take it anymore...” Elara finally came gasped while unconscious, her voice softening, surrendering to the bittersweet moment.

Eira looked at her sister, now panting with a mixture of confusion and desire. A sense of triumph washed over her, but guilt lingered in her heart. She leaned down and kissed Elara’s lips again, whispering, “I’m sorry,” before deciding to leave quietly.

Eira quickly changed back into her sleeping clothes and tiptoed toward the door. “Creak... thud...” The sound echoed as she opened it and dashed back to her room, her heart racing.

Once inside, Eira pondered deeply, her mind swirling with what had transpired. “Will this really work?” she murmured, anxiety bubbling up within her as she imagined how tomorrow would unfold.

She rang the small bell, calling for Lindy. Moments later, Lindy entered, noticing the tired expression on Eira's face. “What’s wrong, Lady Eira?” she asked softly.

"I was already halfway through it. I think I can talk to her tomorrow," Eira said, aware that her actions seemed strange. Despite having good common sense in her previous life, she didn't care because all she could think about was her sister. After all, they were only siblings, and both of them were girls. So, she didn’t think too much of it, especially since she didn’t have that rod with her right now.

“Hm,” Lindy observed her with a hint of doubt, but she nodded, deciding to trust Eira’s instincts.

“Then, my lady, I take my leave,” she said, glancing back at Eira as she left the room.

As Eira settled into bed, she hoped for a fresh start with Elara. Tomorrow would be a new day, filled with possibilities for making things right.