The family dinner wound down as they could no longer eat or drink.. Bjorn, his face flushed from ale and exhaustion, slumped forward onto the table, his forehead resting on his arms as he snored softly. Ragnar, too, with a bloated belly after eating like a ghost was half-asleep and drunk, his shoulders sagging as he leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
The night had been filled with laughter, playful banter, boasting, and giggles—all accompanied by the different delicious food prepared with the bear and deer, which they'd feasted on with relish.
Baldur, noticing his little brother's state, chuckled and stood. "I'll take him to his bed," he said, bending down to hoist Bjorn over his shoulder with ease. Bjorn mumbled something incoherent but didn't stir as Baldur carried him toward the sleeping quarters.
Lagertha and Gyda watched him go and exchanged a knowing glance as they began clearing the table, stacking bowls and scraping everything else destined to be cleaned into a wooden bucket. Tomorrow they will be cleaned in the spring.
Gyda leaned in close to her mother as they dropped the things in hand on a kitchen counter, her voice a whisper only Lagertha could hear. "Mom, I and brother are gonna fuck tonight. I'm gonna take his first time... but..."
Lagertha's eyes opened with a startled trembling inside them at her daughter's words.
Gyda hesitated before she continued, her fingers tightening around the counter as her voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur. "If you wish to come and instead you take his first time, I will not have a problem with that. After all, I know brother desires you, and you do so for him too. Think about it—only tonight you can take this chance of being his first woman to fuck."
Lagertha's breath hitched, a shiver ran down her spine, her pulse quickened, and her body trembled slightly as she processed her daughter's words. The idea sent a rush of heat through her, pooling low in her belly. She didn't turn, didn't let her expression betray the storm inside her. "Gyda—"
"Don't answer now," Gyda interrupted, her tone light but firm. "Just… think about it." She pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her mother's cheek before stepping back, her smile knowing.
Lagertha exhaled slowly, her breath ragged with the tremor in her hands as she took hold of the counter to steady herself.
Baldur returned to the hall, rubbing his hands together to warm them. He spotted his mother and sister cleaning a few things left on the table; his father was slumped in his chair, his head lolling slightly, a half-empty horn clutched in his grip. He looked up as Baldur approached, his blue eyes bleary but sharp with pride.
"Are you feeling cold, Baldur?" Ragnar asked with a smile as he sipped from the horn.
"A little, the embers are dying down and the room is cooling." He said as he looked at the hearth. Then he grabbed a few chopped logs and dropped them into the fire as he fanned the fire until they caught fire.
Baldur grabbed the jug of ale from the table, pouring himself another drink before setting it down with a thud.
"I'm gonna take a piss," he announced, stretching his arms above his head. "Don't fall asleep in the chair, old man. Your back will be grateful."
"Go! What do you know?" Ragnar sent him with a wave of his hand.
Gyda's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she looked at her mother. "Don't think too much, Mom. Better act." Without another word, she said. "I'll go too," her voice sweet, her intentions anything but, as she followed after her brother.
Lagertha stood frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of the moment, the pull of something inevitable. With a deep breath, she moved to Ragnar's side, nudging him gently.
"Ragnar," she murmured, her voice soft but edged with something new—something bold. "Maybe you should go to bed already, love."
"Wife, don't be like the damn kid, trying to piss me off. I'm still young like a bull. He said it like I was already a damn old man."
"I know, but it is better if you sleep in the bed rather than this chair." Lagertha rolled her eyes.
"Fine," Ragnar stirred, stretching his arms as he blinked slowly and focused on her. A lazy smile spread across his face. "What do you think of those girls Baldur will marry along with Gyda?"
"I have nothing to say. I need to meet them to know better what to think about it." Lagertha said dully, but there was something in her voice.
"Jealous already, love? Worried they'll take your boy from you?" His voice was teasing, but his eyes were sharp, watching her reaction.
Lagertha's fingers twitched. "Don't talk nonsense," she snapped, though there was no real heat in her words. She leaned and plucked the horn with ale from his grasp. "You're drunk,"
Ragnar chuckled, his voice dropping to a rough murmur. "I'm impressed by him, you know. From being just a baby in our arms to being this tall and strong young man that he is today."
"I'm really happy to have a son as good as him, who can say they have a child like Baldur? The Earl? Both his sons are dead, and no one in Kattegat or around has a son like him; he is like a hero from the sagas. I'm sure Bjorn, too, would be a great man as her brother, I can feel it after all, they are our children."
"Since the moment he bested me years ago, being a boy and to even... completely beat Rollo to that point in combat...Hell, even that berserker... that big chunk of meat that he brought back one day, I knew he was an eagle born to fly."
"But today, killing a bear, three men in a single day...It was like just something that was bound to happen, but it was also like an announcement. That he's already a man in his own right." He shook his head, pride evident in his tone. "And his mind—those ideas of his, the way he's already getting hold of silver without even needing to raid or farm the land, that came in handy and helpful. And then developing stronger iron than anything we've seen... He's something else, our son."
Lagertha listened, her chest tightening with a mix of pride and something darker, something hungrier.
"You are the same; you don't farm the land even if you call yourself a farmer."
Ragnar laughed. "True, true. But it is different still, you know it. And now he's bringing home not one but two women—" He shook his head.
She stiffened a little.
Ragnar sighed, his voice thickening with drink and emotion. "What do you say if we reward our excellent son?"
Lagertha's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
Ragnar's gaze locked onto hers, his expression unreadable but playful. "What would you think about fucking with him as his reward? For being such a splendid son."
Lagertha's breath caught. "Ragnar—!" she started, her voice sharp, but he cut her off with a wave of his hand, his tone nonchalant but firm.
"Don't deny it. I know how our son looks at you, how he interacts with you. And I know you desire him too." His voice dropped lower, his words deliberate. "You both already kiss each other like a man and a woman."
Lagertha's face burned, but she couldn't deny it. Ragnar's next words sent a shiver down her spine.
"The Gods desired this fate upon us. You both are attracted to each other, even if you try to resist; I always could see that. Since the moment you gave birth to our twins, Baldur and Gyda, our fate has started going down a new path. Your neck and Gyda's neck are proof of it—they bear the mark of our son and the Gods. It is something inevitable."
Lagertha exhaled shakily. "What do you intend...telling me...all this?"
Ragnar's voice was steady, his eyes were calm, but inside them there was something she couldn't quite name...they seemed...excited?.
"Invite him to our bed. I want to see how our son takes you."
Lagertha opened wide her eyes at his words, her chest heaving heavily. "Stop... Ragnar! Stop this, please. You are just drunk, I know you don't mean these words."
Ragnar straightened himself and looked at her with an honest face that seemed to have dissipated his drunken state. "No, Lagertha. I'm not drunk." He caught her hands in his hold as he caressed them softly. "Don't you want to do it with Baldur? I know you want it."
"But..." Lagertha hesitated, biting her lip. "I...I don't want to hurt you...you are my husband, Ragnar."
Ragnar laughed with a happy smile. "I'm truly a blessed man for having you, Lagertha, as my wife. But there is no problem, my love," his voice rough with honesty. "I've had this feeling for a long time—watching how he would take you. It excites me."
She gasped for a deep breath. "Would you... like that, husband?"
"Yes..."
"Since when did you have...these...emotions?"
Ragnar leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "We've done this before plenty of times during raids—everyone seeing how others fucked around. It's nothing new."
Lagertha's fingers clenched around the edge of the table. "Are you sure? Would you be comfortable?"
"Yes...I would just watch. And I'd be fine." He reassured her as he pecked her lips.
"Besides, you allow me to fool around with women wherever I feel like it during the raids. But I know you have never interacted with another man or even desired one. Hell, even when my brother tried to force himself into you out of desire, you fought him back fiercely until Baldur took care of him, so I never pushed this idea into you. But with our son, it is different."
"As you feel different for him."
Lagertha hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Alright." Her face burned. "What can we say to Gyda?"
She hesitated for a few seconds. "Gyda offered me to go to her and Baldur's bed and be the first woman our son experiences. That I have this night only to think about it, if I don't go, she would be the one."
Ragnar barked a laugh. "Oh, what a good daughter we have. What a naughty schemer for her brother." His expression softened, his voice turning thoughtful. "She's already taking care of her husband."
Lagertha was red with embarrassment and other feelings in her.
"Seeing that she said this to you...Gyda probably wouldn't want to be left out. She'd like to see and participate as Baldur fucks you."
"Ragnar... I don't know if Baldur would like that..."
"What?"
"That she is also there...with you present..."
Ragnar thought for a second as he understood her. "Don't worry and don't think bad of me, Lagertha. I don't feel anything for Gyda beyond her being our daughter." His hand softly caressed Lagertha's cheek. "You, though… you're different. You've always been different, along with Baldur and Gyda. Bjorn seems to be more like me than those two, who are more inclined to be like you."
Lagertha exhaled in relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Fine. I'll talk with them."
Ragnar's smile was slow, his eyes alight with mischief and excitement. "Good." Even drunk, his gaze was sharp, conscious of every word they'd exchanged.
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Meanwhile, Baldur stepped outside into the biting wind, the cold air stinging his exposed skin. He moved to the side of the house, under the wooden overhang that shielded him from the worst of the snowfall. His hands fumbled with the ties of his trousers, freeing his thick, heavy cock into the frigid night.
A shiver ran down his spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden warmth of a body pressing against his back.
"Brother~" Gyda's voice was a soft, teasing whisper against his ear, her breath hot against his neck. Her arms wrapped around his waist, her small hands immediately finding his cock, cradling its weight with a possessive squeeze.
Baldur groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily. "Gyda… what are you—ah—doing out here?"
"It's cold, brother," she purred, her fingers stroking the length of him, her thumb swirling over the slick, swollen head. "Didn't want you to freeze your big cock off."
He chuckled, but the sound turned into a hiss as she tightened her grip, guiding him forward. "I was just taking a piss—"
"Mhm, I know," she interrupted, her voice dripping with mischief. "Let me help."
Before he could protest, she shifted, dropping to her knees behind him. The snow crunched under her, but she didn't care—her focus was entirely on the thick, veiny shaft in her hands. She angled it downward, her lips brushing the underside as she whispered, "Go on, brother. Pee."
Baldur's breath hitched. The idea was absurd—filthy and so naughty—but the way her warm breath ghosted over his sensitive skin sent a jolt of heat and desire through him. He relaxed, and a moment later, a hot stream of urine splashed into the snow, the sound sharp against the quiet night.
Gyda didn't just watch. Her tongue darted out, licking his shaft all around as she felt it throbbing while he continued peeing, a clear yellow stream into the distance.
She continued till the flow started losing strength, catching the last few warm droplets as they trickled down his length. The salty and somewhat bitter taste didn't make her feel disgusted or gag at it; on the contrary, it made her moan softly, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock. "Mmm…" she hummed, licking her lips before pressing them to the still-dripping tip. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling to coax out the last remnants.
Baldur groaned, his hand shot to her head to keep her in place, but soon he relented as he caressed her softly, his hips jerked forward instinctively. "Gyda...! Damn, why are you doing this...Agh—..." His cock trembled from pleasure, but the thought that was mostly on his mind was the corruption of seeing his sister willing to drink and lick his pee. 'Such a good girl! What a naughty sight, I've only seen this happen in porn videos before.'
'Damn, I think I will fall for this stuff...' he groaned.
She pulled back with a wet pop after there was no more, licked her lips, and then grinned up at him. "Did you like that, brother?"
His cock twitched in her grip, already half-hard. "How did you even think of doing this?"
"I don't know, I just felt like doing it...Only for you," she whispered, her breath warm against his cock. She gave the head one last slow, sloppy lick before standing, her hands sliding up his chest. "Now it's my turn."
Baldur smirked, turning to face her. "Oh?"
Gyda nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I need to pee too."
Without hesitation, Baldur dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands deftly untying the laces of her trousers. He tugged them down to her ankles, revealing the glistening, pink folds of her pussy, already slick with arousal, her juices leaking down her thighs.
"It seems you need more than just peeing, sister," He snickered, his thumb brushing over her swollen clit. "Already wet for me." He moved his face closer to her slit and licked it all over, drinking her flowing juices.
Gyda whimpered, her legs trembling. "Aaa-ah!...Brother~~!"
He didn't let her finish. In one smooth motion, he stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. She yelped in surprise as he adjusted her, spreading her legs into an obscene M shape, her bare ass resting against his forearm, her pussy fully exposed to the cold air.
"Let it go, Gyda," Baldur cooed, his voice filled with amusement. He even licked her neck to stimulate her further.
"HNN~~" Gyda clung to his shoulders, her breath coming in short, excited gasps as she felt the first trickle of warmth between her legs. Then—
"Ah~~—!"
A hot stream of urine splashed into the snow a little farther away beneath them, the wet sound sharp and obscene. Baldur watched as he continued licking his sister's neck, his cock throbbing against his trousers as her pussy clenched, her juices mixing with the golden liquid dripping from her.
"Such a filthy girl," he growled, his free hand sliding between her legs, his fingers teasing her slick entrance. "Letting your brother hold you while you piss like a little bitch in heat."
Gyda moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as the last drops left her. "Nn—! Brother, it's your fault~~…!"
He chuckled with excitement, his fingers pressing deeper, curling inside her. "My fault you're always dripping for me?"
"Yes—!"
Her walls fluttered around his fingers, her breath hitching as he thrust them in and out of her entrance, slow and deep, not intending to dig deeper as he wanted his cock to pierce her purity. The snow continued to fall around them, the cold air doing nothing to dampen the heat between them.
Baldur's cock ached, desperate to be inside her—but not yet.
He pulled his fingers free with a wet squelch, bringing them to his lips. Gyda watched, her eyes filled with lust, as he licked them clean, savoring the taste of her.
"Mmm…" he hummed, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Quite tasty."
Gyda whimpered, her thighs trembling. "Brother…!"
He smirked, adjusting her in his arms before setting her down. "Let's go to bed, I want to take you completely tonight, sister."