60 A Friendly Morning

Dungeon points: 933

As I go for my morning run, I get a call from Angelique. “Hello,” I say while keeping pace.

“I’ll be heading over with dad in a bit. But promise no sex or tickling,” Angelique demands.

I look at the sky in confusion. “I’m pretty sure you’re coming over to help with sex, though?”

“I mean with me!” she squeaks. I hear her stomp her foot as well.

“Oh. Fine, if that’s what you want,” I say. It’s disappointing, but it’ll help keep us focused.

“Alright, I’m leaving now,” Angelique says, then hangs up.

I return home and tell everyone not to molest Angelique today. As we prepare to eat pancakes with bacon and eggs, Angelique arrives. She’s wearing blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt.

I open the door and grab Angelique’s hand. “Perfect timing! We just made breakfast.” I pull her in while waving to Franklin as he leaves.

“What do you want?” I ask as we reach the table.

Angelique purses her lips in thought. “I had some cereal already. So I’ll just have some bacon and eggs.”

Brigit scoops a large pile of Eggs and a dozen slices of bacon and hands them to Angelique. “Eat up.”

“This is too much!” Angelique complains. As she yells, Saphire, who was holding out her plate, hides behind Brigit.

Brigit pats Saphire’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Angelique is loud, but she’s nice.”

Angelique looks down at the Goblina and then at me. “Who is this?”

I shrug. “She’s Saphire and a Goblina. She came into my dungeon a few days ago,” I explain.

Angelique dumps most of the food on her plate into Saphire's and comments, “another color? You might need to get a name generator.”

“There isn’t anything wrong with the names. They are easy to remember, and that’s what is important,” I retort as I sit down.

As I eat, I ask, “what’s the plan, tactician?”

Angelique rips a piece of bacon and chews. “Stop calling me that. We should go around midnight. The moon is waning, so there shouldn’t be much light.”

I laugh. “You still came up with a strategy anyways.”

“If I didn’t, who would?” Angelique pouts.

Brigit chastises me, “stop teasing her. The real question is, what will we do until night?”

“I thought we could play games,” Angelique quickly states.

I hold my chin as I think. “I’ve been wanting to check out the dojos in town.”

Angelique asks, “why do you want to see those?”

“I’ve been thinking about learning how to fight,” I say.

Angelique nods. “That makes sense. Last time you got a sword through your gut.”

Brigit worriedly asks, “is it alright to go to a dojo?”

I tighten my ponytail and reply, “we are just looking.”

Blue flies into my face with her hand up. “I want to go see a dojo!”

My face tenses. I want to let her experience the world, but people might find out a fairy lives here. “Can you become invisible or something?”

“If there were more fairies, we might be able to do something,” Blue explains.

I mean, if she hides, it might be fine, but for now, I think we should play it safe. “We’ll look into it for the future. But for now, I’d like you to hold down the fort.”

Blue droops and slowly flutters down onto the table. “alright,” she says in a monotone voice.

"We'll play some games, then go out," I say, trying to raise the mood.

Once we finish eating, we spend the morning playing console games. Blue really gets into it and declares Angelique as her rival. Saphire hides behind the couch from the commotion.

I feel bad and introduce her to some slow-dating sims. But since she can't read, it doesn't work out. She does enjoy the pictures, though. Perhaps I'll have to rethink her job if she’s this skittish. She won’t be able to handle the mushroom farm.

Once the afternoon arrives, we make some sandwiches for lunch and head out. I’m wearing my running clothes, while Brigit is wearing a virgin killer sweater…. It’s low cut showing her ass and the strings of her gstring, while the front has a big hole displaying her cleavage.

“Seriously?” Angelique says while rubbing her forehead.

“It’s a bit revealing,” I admit while eyeing my sister.

Brigit crosses her arms under her boobs, lifting them. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it,” she says with a wink.

I shake my head. “You know someone besides us might see you.”

“It’s a remote area outside of town. Who will see?”

Angelique sucks in a deep breath. “The people at the dojo,” she responds with a high-pitched, exasperated voice.

“They're women, right? I don’t mind giving them a look,” Brigit laughs.

“I don’t know if there are men or not,” I say while rubbing my head.

“Stop being prudes. Let’s go!” Brigit says as she begins to walk away. I watch her ass cheeks bounce as her hips sway. I feel heat travels to my nether region.

Maybe I should turn down my sensitivity? I look over at Angelique, who is looking at Brigit with wide eyes. I then look back at Brigit and shrug. Nah, it should be fine. No one will notice me over, sis.

I quickly catch up with Brigit. A moment later, Angelique appears on the other side of Brigit. I look over Brigit’s tits and see Angelique's eyes on the bouncing mounds. Not even Angelique can keep her eyes off of those beauties, huh?

“It must be rough to have big boobs. I’m glad mine are more manageable,” Angelique says.

Brigit looks down in confusion and says, “Why would they be rough?”

Angelique bends forward and looks into Brigit’s eyes. “Like back pain and stuff.”

“I’ve never had any problems.”

I watch Brigit’s breasts bounce suggestively like hentai. Her boobs are perky and barely sag, even with their size. Even though mine are a bit smaller, if I don’t wear a good bra, it’s a huge pain.

I back up Brigit and say, “it’s true. It’s probably because she’s a succubus.”

“A succubus, really? No wonder you are both horny all the time.”

“Only Brigit. I’m normal. It isn’t fair!” I nudge Brigit’s boob with the back of my hand in frustration.

“I thought you were sisters?”

“We are.”

“You did say you didn’t have a father.”

“Who knows? It could be, but the succubus description is a woman mutated through a blasphemous act against the gods. So there may be more to it. I have a curse too.”

“Strange,” Angelique says with a hand on her chin.

“Let’s ask mom,” Brigit states.

“Yeah, I guess that’s all we can do.”