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🕑 Added 2025-08-23 17:59:00 +0000 UTCEP.239. [The Noble Elder Sister Charlotte, Overcome with Lust for Her Grown, Beloved Younger Brother.♥]
‘My beloved younger brother, Eugene Schneider. I really like you.’
Charlotte de Sel Oblaing adored her adoptive younger brother, Eugene Schneider, who had joined their family.
“Ma’am, can I help you? You look so tired.”
“Oh, young master! If you bring things out yourself, madam will scold me!”
“Really? Hmm... You just seem to be working so hard... I wanted to help...”
Charlotte, who loved to help and care for others, couldn’t help but love her unrelated younger brother Eugene. Eugene, influenced unconsciously by memories from a previous life, had never received formal noble etiquette training, even when with Ulysses. He was always warm and considerate to the servants.
‘Wow... How can someone be so lovable? So pure and bright...’
Charlotte, who never spoke ill of others, often felt pity when she saw other noble children, who treated people harshly. While this was part of maintaining the social hierarchy, it didn’t sit well with Charlotte, who was deeply faithful to the Radiant Goddess. Seeing Eugene treat everyone as equals, she couldn’t help but be genuinely affectionate as his older sister.
“I’ll get you a snack, Elizabeth?”
“Yes, big brother, thank you. Hehehe...”
It wasn’t just Charlotte; after Eugene joined the family, her younger sisters’ happiness soared.
“Eugene! Let’s go climb trees!”
“You’ll get in trouble with Mother, Jeanne.”
“Come on~ Mother never scolds you~ I feel safe when you’re with me~”
“Sigh... Fine, let’s go.”
Grand Duchess Marianne was always busy, and so was Charlotte, who was a promising talent in the Holy See from a young age and often had to travel. She couldn’t spend enough time with her siblings, but Eugene perfectly filled that gap. In fact, he did even more, selflessly providing what neither she nor their mother could. After Eugene’s arrival, laughter never left the house.
“Mother! Let me massage your shoulders!”
“Oh, Eugene? With your little hands?”
“They’re small, but they’re good enough to relieve your fatigue!”
“Let’s see if my Eugene can take care of my shoulders.”
Grand Duchess Marianne’s smile blossomed like a rose garden. She had always worried about not producing a male heir, but Eugene, the adopted son, was so devoted that he only improved the family atmosphere. He was especially close to Marianne, which brought her much joy.
‘It’s so nice to see... Mother looking so happy...’
Charlotte felt only happiness, not jealousy, when she saw her mother happy thanks to Eugene. She had always tried to fill the role of future head of the family, but she knew her own limits. Eugene’s presence made her feel stronger, as if she’d gained an army.
“Big sister! This book is too hard... Can you read it to me?”
Eugene even brought happiness directly to Charlotte herself.
“Shall I? Then wait here while I change, my dear brother Eugene Schneider?”
“Yes~ I’ll wait, Charlotte!”
“Hehe! My cute little brother.”
Charlotte, who had been spoken of as a future saint for over fifty years, was always seen as a candidate for sainthood by everyone, including her family. As the eldest, she had to maintain dignity and show her abilities, so her environment was both affectionate and strict. But Eugene was different. He joined the family suddenly, so to him, Charlotte was not a saint candidate or the eldest, just a beautiful, loving sister.
‘When Eugene looks at me so innocently, I feel healed... Out there, I heal others, but with Eugene, I’m the one being healed...’
Spending time with Eugene made Charlotte feel healed. Though mature for her age, deep down she wanted the happiness of a child, and Eugene gave her that.
“You’ll do great, Eugene. You took care of Elizabeth and Jeanne better than I ever could. I’m not worried at all, my lovely brother.”
When Eugene reached his late teens, Charlotte sent him off on his pilgrimage. It wasn’t easy. Outwardly, she blessed his journey, but inside, she worried and missed his innocent smile.
‘Marriage?’
While Eugene was away, Charlotte was in her early twenties, the age when a noble priestess might be expected to marry. Suitors came from all over, as her body matured and became more alluring.
“Your voluptuous hips, large breasts, and maternal nature will make you a wonderful mother. You’re of marriageable age.”
“Elizabeth, you really say the wildest things to your sister...”
“I’m just stating facts, academically.”
Charlotte’s body had matured dramatically, becoming sensual and attractive. She herself sometimes felt awkward about her own sexiness and femininity, but she had no real desire to marry. She just wanted to keep working for the Holy See and enjoy happy days with her family.
‘Oh my! Has he grown this much? My cute and lovable brother Eugene Schneider has become such a strong and handsome man?’
After two years, Eugene returned from his pilgrimage, and Charlotte was amazed. His eyes still held that innocent look, but his body was now that of a macho man.
“Please take care of me, Brother Eugene Schneider?”
But to her, he was still the boy she used to read to. Wanting to relive that joy, she asked him to help with the final stage of her penance ritual. But the Eugene she encountered was no longer the delicate boy of her memories.
‘Eugene’s hands are so big! And warm!’
His hands, which used to hold hers or turn pages, were now large and strong enough to grasp and play with a woman’s hips and breasts. They were a man’s hands.
‘And it feels like... he’s reading and leading my body...’
With the addition of memories from a past life, Eugene knew a woman’s body well, and even though Charlotte lacked sexual experience, she instinctively felt her brother’s touch exploring her body.
Because of that-
‘Oh my! What do I do! My nipples are hard from Eugene’s touch!’
Charlotte, the eldest of the Oblaing house and a bishop-nun, shamelessly found her large pink nipples standing erect under her brother’s touch.
‘Calm down... It’s just because it’s been so long, and Eugene’s grown so much that I got confused...’
After this embarrassing experience, Charlotte went to wake Eugene the next morning, as she always had. She thought repeating the old routine would calm her mind after the unexpected incident.
But then-
‘Oh...!! There’s a huge mountain in Eugene’s lower body...!!!!’
She saw Eugene’s morning erection, a massive tent in his sheets. The angelic boy who used to hug his blanket was gone, replaced by a man lying on his back, his cock standing tall.
Charlotte had to leave his room and only returned to wake him an hour and a half later.
-Smack! Smack! Smack!-
“Hnnngh! Hnnngh!”
Charlotte de Sel Oblaing, bishop-nun, devoted herself to her faith. But after Eugene’s return, especially during her penance rituals, something changed.
‘Eugene, my brother Eugene, who’s grown into such a wonderful man...’
She found herself thinking of Eugene constantly.
‘The warmth and strength of the hands that used to touch my back, the symbol of manhood standing tall in the morning sun... Oh... I can’t stop thinking about it...’
Her penance rituals became a link to experiencing Eugene’s masculinity. As she whipped herself or had holy water applied by novice nun Circe, Charlotte found herself lusting after her brother’s manliness.
‘Hnnngh...! I shouldn’t be like this...’
It was filthy, vulgar, and immoral. But she couldn’t stop her rituals. Charlotte was truly devoted to her faith. So she continued her penance, and as a result-
“Hnnngh!!♥”
Squelch!♥
Her longing for Eugene grew so intense that she ended up masturbating while thinking of him.
