My sister is a maid

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The arrogant maid sat on the sofa with her feet propped up unceremoniously on the coffee table. Her bare, white-stockinged feet dangled, and she held the remote control in one hand, watching TV while sneering at me and making sarcastic remarks about my fetishes. Ever since my sister received and opened the maid-themed doujinshi that was delivered to her, my standing in her eyes has plummeted. To make even better use of my mockery, she even dresses up as a maid at home and uses maid lines to ridicule me. For even better effect, she even bought "The Perfect Maid Manual." Of course, all of this is just to make my mockery even more effective. My relationship with my sister isn't good. If I ignore her, she'll get bored quickly and stop, just like before. I silently changed my shoes. I went back to my room. My younger sister is "excellent in every sense of the word." She's incredibly smart, beautiful, and academically gifted. She learns everything very quickly, has a brilliant mind, and can easily achieve what I struggle to attain even with all my might, without much effort. Aside from her terrible personality, she's practically a perfect sister. Her excessive intelligence leads her to look down on ordinary people, and her greatest hobby is mocking me, her own sister who's just an ordinary person. If those things hadn't happened, this maid doujinshi incident would probably just have been another small thing she did to tease me before her wedding. "What?! My sister was in a car accident?!"

I suddenly received a call from my mother while I was in tutoring class saying that my sister had been in a car accident!!! My mother was crying hysterically on the other end of the phone, and her words were incoherent. The gist of the situation was that my younger sister was having a severe hemorrhage, and the hospital was short of Rh-negative blood. My sister and I have the same blood type, so she told me to come to the hospital immediately. When I arrived, my sister quickly recovered after emergency treatment. My parents were busy with the admission procedures and asked me to look after her. So I went to my sister's ward. A nurse was already looking after her. When she saw me, she explained some precautions and then went to help in other wards. Before leaving, the nurse mentioned that this IV drip... Almost done, I called out to her. Looking at my sister lying on the hospital bed, pale-faced, her head wrapped in bandages, looking weak and sickly, I figured my complexion was about the same as hers, having just had a lot of blood drawn. Perhaps because of the blood draw, I actually sat on a stool and drifted off to sleep. In my hazy state, I felt someone nudging me. "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?" Seeing me wake up, my sister asked me these three philosophical questions... My sister... amnesia. My sister has amnesia.

Like in those cliché stories, a person with a terrible personality becomes a gentle person after losing their memory. After the doctor's diagnosis, my sister indeed had amnesia. My sister was discharged from the hospital a few days later because of amnesia. My parents' work was in complete disarray because of her car accident. Now that she's alright, they're rushing to handle the backlog of work. So, they asked me, an idle middle school student, to help her get familiar with the family situation during the summer vacation. The only saving grace is that my sister scored significantly higher than her classmates on the high school entrance exam, meaning she won't be going to the same school as them, and I don't need to worry about her social connections. After her discharge, my parents dropped my sister and me off at the door and rushed off to work. Their sudden departure, suddenly reducing the group from four to two, made the atmosphere between my sister and me strange. Actually, I'm not a talkative person. Usually, my sister teases me, and I remain silent. If I can't hold back, I'll retort, but that only fuels her mockery. My sister is just that kind of person with a terrible personality. Although she always acts like a top student at school and is always very tactful, it's different with me. My prolonged silence created an awkward atmosphere. I had to do something! Yes! Yes! First, I asked my sister to recall the situation at home... but how to put it, she had absolutely no clue. Let's start with her room. So I took her to her room. Her room was always locked. To be honest, I was also very curious about what her room was like. When we got to her room, she hesitated for a moment, then took out her key and opened the door. A scene like a public execution unfolded before our eyes. She had left after me that day, probably in a hurry. Her sexy black lace lingerie and white stockings maid outfit were just thrown on the bed. In other words, she was actually wearing this outfit under her maid outfit that day. I rubbed my nose awkwardly and turned my head away. My sister, her face flushed with embarrassment, rushed over and tried to move the pile of clothes. She wrapped the lingerie in the maid outfit and threw it on a plate. When I looked over, I found the "sister-themed maid doujinshi" that I had bought a few days ago and confiscated as evidence against me, scattered under the maid outfit.

Several doujinshi had large Chinese words like "brother," "obsessed woman," "master," and "servant" written on their covers. My sister, who had put her clothes aside, also noticed them. While trying to block my view with her body, she said in a panicked, cute but tearful voice, "It's not what you think, I can explain."

Of course, I knew it wasn't what I thought, because I had paid for these doujinshi. The scene was extremely awkward. My sister cried and pushed me out of the room. It was understandable, after all, what had just happened was like a public execution. Her brother had seen her maid outfit, sexy lingerie, and a whole bunch of erotic books in her own room. If you didn't know the context, anyone would probably think that she had accidentally revealed her fetish, and it was directly related to her fetish. After all, they were all brother-sister maid doujinshi. Who would believe that her fetish wasn't her brother? After kicking me out and locking the door, my sister lay on the pile of erotic books... She started crying on the bed, even though her brother was outside telling her not to worry about it and that it wasn't a big deal. A strong sense of shame washed over her, as if she were naked and exposed to her brother's gaze. She cried for a while, feeling tired and depressed. She then looked at some adult content (???). While watching, she unconsciously clenched her legs together. Finally, in despair, she masturbated while I was outside comforting her. Of course, this was something I, on the other side of the wall, couldn't know. Worried about what might happen to her, I got a spare key and opened her door. I saw her changed into the same clothes she'd worn before, dressed in a maid outfit and white stockings, curled up on the bed with her back to the door, doing something. Several open adult books were scattered around her. The atmosphere became even more awkward.

Hearing the door open, she trembled and, at the crucial moment, cried out in a trembling voice, "No, wait, don't open the door!" Yes, she climaxed. I opened the door too

. Worried that something might have happened to my sister, I got the spare key and opened her door. I only saw her curled up on the bed, dressed in a maid outfit and white stockings, her back to the door, doing something. But based on my years of experience reading doujinshi, I could tell from the sound that she was probably climaxing. My sister, looking utterly desperate, half-knelt, propping herself up, one hand hidden from my view, glancing sideways at the door. Realizing I'd seen everything, she felt utterly humiliated. She covered her face and sobbed. She'd probably never experienced anything so shameful in her life. Although she didn't remember anything from before, such humiliation was probably rare. I felt that if I left now, she might do something drastic. So, despite the incredibly awkward atmosphere and the strange smell in the air, and my sister crying in her maid outfit… I decided to leave for a bit. "I'll get you some water… you must be thirsty."

What did I even say?! My sister couldn't hold back anymore and cried even harder. As if possessed, I walked over to her, sat down, and hugged her. I sat up with my back to the door. My sister smelled wonderful. She stiffened, and that's when I realized what I'd done! I couldn't say anything. I comforted her, saying, "It's nothing, we're siblings, it's no big deal. No matter what, I won't change my opinion of you because of this." I wanted to say something more, but the phone rang. I frantically pulled out my phone. It was my mother calling. I answered her absentmindedly, something about having chicken in the fridge and needing me to make soup for my sister. I agreed absentmindedly. My mother hung up, and I stammered that I'd go make the soup. Then I looked at my sister, who blushed and replied, "I'll tidy up the room." Blushing? What the heck? Why would my sister make that face? I looked like I'd seen a ghost and quickly went downstairs. But I figured my sister wouldn't do anything stupid, right?

I hugged her with my back to the door. Our position at the time was roughly like this...

My younger sister was sitting sideways on the bed, her two white-stockinged legs together. She was lying on the side where her brother was sitting, like a mermaid. Her maid outfit skirt hadn't covered her properly because she suddenly sat up, revealing her "absolute territory" (a slang term for a very revealing area). She was completely naked underneath, covering her face with her hands, too embarrassed to show her face. That evening, although my parents were busy with work, they still rushed home to celebrate my sister's discharge from the hospital. I cooked the meal. In fact, besides her bad personality, my sister, a top student, also disliked doing housework. So, I did most of the cooking and other chores. After all, compared to my sister, I was just an ordinary person with no particular strengths; my only skill was cooking. After cooking, my sister stayed in her room, doing something. I set the table and went upstairs to call her. I knocked a few times on the door. Because of what happened that morning, I dared not open her room without permission again. "Sister, the food is ready, eat!"

"I know, I'll be right there."

I went to the restaurant to eat.

My sister opened the door, her face flushed, and secretly peeked at me.

It was daytime. After I went downstairs, my sister wasn't idle. She checked her computer's browsing history and found a lot of things similar to maid themes. There were also many related push notifications and ads for maid-related content. Searching using "censored material" as keywords, she found that most of them were brother-sister series... It seems that before I lost my memory, I really was a hentai who liked my brother. In her room's closet, there were some plastic figurines and some completely unopened posters, well preserved. (Actually, these were the spoils she confiscated from me before, used as props to mock me for being a useless otaku, a shut-in, etc. My sister didn't care much about them or play with them; she just used them as tools to threaten me and casually threw them in a corner where they couldn't be seen.) After asking around on the forum, I found that they were all characters from obscure anime from the last two years. It seems that I am still an otaku and a serious maid fetishist. Why would she think that? It's obvious. If she weren't a serious maid fetishist, why would she have a book like "The Perfect Maid Manual" next to her computer, or even... "hai!" The line "I am my master's loyal maid" is so embarrassing, and it's even circled. But observing my automatically logged-in QQ and QQ space, I didn't find any anime elements. My textbooks and report cards in my schoolbag indicate that I'm an excellent student with outstanding grades. All signs point to me (my sister) being a hardcore anime otaku, and a hidden one at that. I love watching new anime, I love my brother, and I'm a serious maid-obsessed person. Judging from my brother's expression today, he probably didn't know these things before, but he said he didn't care, so he's probably keeping it a secret for me... Luckily, only my brother knows. That's great.

After dinner, my parents rushed off to work.

They always seem to have so much to do. Although I know they have a lot to do running a company, I don't really have the right to complain. My sister's bad personality can't be said to be unrelated to my parents' frequent absences. After dinner, my sister cleaned up the dishes, which is unbelievable, because usually she just leaves after eating. After cleaning up the dishes, I took a quick shower and went back to my room. Suddenly, I remembered I was going to take my sister for a walk around the neighborhood tomorrow. If I can't remember things from before, it's good to familiarize myself with the area. Since my sister was taking a shower, I went to the bathroom door and told her we were going out together and to go to bed early so she wouldn't stay up too late. She mumbled an agreement, but I don't know if it was just my imagination, but her voice sounded a little panicked. I didn't think much of it and went back to my room to sleep. Taking care of my sister in the hospital had exhausted me; I fell asleep almost immediately after my head hit the pillow. From my sister's perspective: That evening, the whole family had a family dinner to celebrate my discharge from the hospital. My parents seemed very busy, but they still came back to eat with us. Although they rushed out again after dinner, I felt that my parents cared about me, but it felt different from what I felt with my brother. After dinner, my brother seemed to be preparing to clean up the dishes. Generally, housework is done by girls, right? My brother was probably cleaning up because he was taking care of me since my sister had just been discharged. I was thinking about the chopsticks, but I felt pretty much recovered, so I took over and started clearing the dishes. My brother didn't say anything when he saw me doing it and just let me. It seems I used to be the one who cleared the dishes at home. I found dish soap near the sink in the kitchen, washed the dishes, and put them in the cupboard. My brother seemed to be taking a shower. I saw a home security camera in the living room. Oh right, my brother seemed to have mentioned this morning that he had put a security camera in the living room to prevent burglaries and asked me to keep an eye out. While my brother was showering, I secretly checked the footage from the camera and used the TV remote to retrieve the footage from the day of my car accident... Oh no, it's confirmed... Okay, I (my sister) am definitely a hopeless maid

fetishist. I even dress up as a maid at home. In the video, after my brother came home, I was actually wearing this maid outfit and greeting him. Although there was no sound in the video, judging from my lip movements, it seemed like... Dog Xiu Jin sama... Although he seemed to have changed into normal clothes before going out. Thank goodness, although I used to be a maid fetishist, I only did this at home. During the day, I skimmed through the "Perfect Maid Manual" that was casually placed next to the computer. The maid's first greeting to her master should be something like this. I never imagined I used to be this kind of person. I blushed with embarrassment and wanted to go back in time and strangle myself. Just then, my brother came out after taking a shower. I quickly turned off the TV and sat on the sofa playing on my phone. My brother came out, saw me in the living room, greeted me, and went upstairs. How long has it been since I took a shower? It seems like I haven't since I went to the hospital. The events of the day were too shocking, and I hadn't paid attention. Now that I've relaxed, I feel sticky and unbearable. So I went to my room, grabbed some clean underwear and pajamas, and went to take a shower. While taking off my clothes in the bathroom, I found my brother's underwear. The images of those erotic comics I had seen during the day flashed through my mind. It seemed like one of them was about me smelling my brother's clothes in the bathroom while... Wait a minute, isn't doing this just like the title of that erotic comic, "Perverted Woman"?

But anyway, her brother probably doesn't know. She's curious if it's really as comfortable as the erotic toys. Thinking of this, the younger sister involuntarily squeezed her legs together. She'd been under so much pressure today, and she occasionally wanted to relax. Since no one knew, and considering her collection, she figured she must have tried this kind of thing before… Thinking about it…

"Sis, are you there?"

Suddenly, her brother called from the bathroom door. Startled by his voice, the younger sister, halfway through her self-stimulation, climaxed again. She couldn't show it at that moment, so she mumbled, "I'm here… um… what's up?" Her voice trembled slightly, perhaps without her even realizing it, flustered just like it had been in her room earlier that day. "Oh, nothing, just that we're going to walk around the area tomorrow to get familiar with the way. Go to bed early, don't stay up too late," her brother said, seemingly oblivious to her concerns. "Oh, okay, I know," she mumbled, trying to brush him off. She wasn't sure if her brother had noticed anything amiss, even though he seemed somewhat unsatisfied?

But just to be safe, I should quickly take a shower and go to sleep.

I was woken up early this morning by my phone. Oh right, I'm taking my sister for a walk around the neighborhood today, and maybe she can remember things from the past. To be honest, because of what happened yesterday, I'm really afraid that if she remembers the past, she might kill me... Even though that's what I'm thinking, I still have to do what I need to do. I got up, got dressed, and prepared to wake my sister up. When I got to the living room, I heard the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen...

I went over to check, and there my sister was making breakfast in a maid outfit!

"This...this...this...you...you...I...I..."

I stared at my sister, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say! "What the heck?"

My sister, while frying eggs and staring at the floor, looked at me with a ghostly expression, clutching the hem of her maid outfit and avoiding my gaze. She seemed to think I was excited because she thought she'd remembered something from the past. "Although I don't remember the past, I can feel your concern... You've worked hard these past few days... And... thank you, brother. No matter what others think, I'll try my best to be like I used to be."

My sister blushed and thanked me profusely. How was I supposed to respond? In the end, I just mumbled "uh-huh" and "yeah" to get through it. Seeing me still standing there dumbfounded, my sister seemed to remember something. Suddenly, her face turned even redder, and she said, "Um... Dog... Dog... Dog Xiujin-sama, could you please wait at the table for a moment? I'll prepare breakfast right away."

Well, that was a really bold statement, even I couldn't handle it.

"Oh, okay,"

I said, dejectedly, and went to the table to wait for the food.

Seeing me obediently leave, my sister touched her flushed cheeks, clenched her fist, and said to herself with a pep talk, "Try to live as usual as possible. Don't let your brother worry. Come on, come on!"

In the morning, my sister had cooked bread, scrambled eggs, sausage, and prepared milk. The whole breakfast was Western-style, and my sister seemed... Humming a tune, she brought the scrambled eggs to the table, seemingly in a good mood. There was bread and milk in the fridge, but those were her own things; she never let me touch them. If I ate them, she'd throw a tantrum, yelling at me for not eating her own food. The eggs were even for her beauty routine… It felt so awkward. I sat on pins and needles at the table.

“Um, brother… cough cough… isn’t that dog-like Xiujin-sama to your liking?”

My sister, seeing I hadn’t touched the breakfast, tilted her head and asked, her face slightly flushed. I have to admit I was charmed, but if I didn’t stop her now, things would get complicated if she remembered something from the past. “Um, you usually call me… (by my name)…” My

sister seemed to suddenly remember something. She gripped the hem of her maid outfit apron with both hands and tilted her head. “Is that breakfast not to your liking, Master?”

"Nothing, nothing, breakfast was delicious." I was interrupted before I could finish speaking. Let's eat breakfast first, we can talk about the rest later. After I expressed my approval of the breakfast she made, I started eating. My sister seemed suddenly very happy but also a little worried. She said, "Because I haven't made breakfast in a long time, it might be... a little unsuccessful, but it's okay, it will probably be like usual soon, it will get better slowly."

Oh my god, this maid language, is my sister studying that "Perfect Maid Manual" that I bought to mock me? In this awkward atmosphere, I finished my breakfast. My sister watched me eat the whole time with a smile. I felt a little uneasy under my sister's watchful gaze, so I asked my sister why she didn't eat with me.

"Although I already ate... but if Master wants me to eat with you,"

my sister said, sitting down happily.

"Um, brother, did I eat with you before?"

"No, no, you never used to eat with me. Besides, you never even called me 'brother' in front of other people,"

I tried to explain, a little annoyed.

"Um...did I call you 'brother-onii-chan' when it was just the two of us? ...Um...I feel a little shy..."

My sister blushed, her heart pounding nervously.

Hey, why are you always blushing? Give me back the arrogant, unruly sister you used to be!

"I'll try my best... Onii-chan—↑☆" My sister was a little embarrassed at first, but she seemed to get used to it as she spoke more seriously, even playfully raising her voice at the end. After dinner, my sister cleaned up very quickly. She truly is an excellent person in every sense of the word; she was already very skilled at cleaning up the dishes after only the second time. I think I'm getting used to this kind of life. Although I tried to help, my sister stopped me. "Leave this to me, Master. You go and rest."

With my sister smiling and saying this, I couldn't really help, so I could only timidly go to the living room to rest. I felt that when my sister called me Master, I should do as she said. After all, my sister cleaned up the dishes and then washed them. After my sister finished everything, my sister and I... We went out for a walk nearby. The only saving grace was that my younger sister went back to her room before leaving, took off her maid outfit, and changed into normal clothes. "The sun is shining brightly, it feels so refreshing! This will definitely come in handy today!" My sister seemed very happy because it was her first time going out, and she clenched her fist and said something nonsensical. I opened my mouth a few times, but in the end, I didn't say anything. Well, even though her clothes changed, she still considered herself a maid. "Where's the supermarket? Which way is the market? And when crossing the street, remember to look at the traffic lights. Red means stop, green means go, and yellow means stop again." Because I didn't know the extent of my sister's amnesia, I tried my best to tell her everything about the neighborhood. I even racked my brains to say some common sense things, though I didn't know if they were useful. But my sister kept nodding and taking notes in her black notebook, so she must have been listening attentively... Wait, taking notes!!

"Hey, sister, what are you writing down?"

"Ah!! It's nothing... I just jotted down some things I should remember... Please

don't ask, Onii-chan," the younger sister said somewhat flusteredly, trying to hide the notebook. Okay, it's definitely not just about what she said, but it's better not to ask too much. Seeing that I didn't press the matter, the younger sister seemed to believe what she said and breathed a sigh of relief. Although, in fact, she wasn't lying. The doctor said that in the case of amnesia, writing down what one thinks should be remembered to rebuild memories is the top priority. The notebook wasn't just recording the surrounding situation; it also contained a lot of information that the younger sister believed about her past self, such as that she had a maid fetish, that her brother was a pervert, and that she might even be a nymphomaniac. Although it was confirmed that she was probably still a virgin, so she should be a mentally perverted nymphomaniac... probably a severely repressed... Hidden in the house, and the only person her family might know is her older brother. Her parents probably only know she likes wearing maid outfits, since she wears them at home in the video. Although she only seems to have one maid outfit, she and her brother play maid games. Seeing that her brother didn't press her or ask to see her notes, but instead started talking about common sense—things she already knew—her brother's concern felt bright and gentle… she thought she'd soon overcome her confusion. "Hey little sister, are you listening?"

Sensing her sister was a bit distracted, I had to call her.

"Oh… I'm listening… um… please teach me things I don't know."

Realizing she'd said something strange, her sister pretended to look around at the scenery. Sigh… she seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. Strangely, my sister's phone rang.

"

Onii-chan... um... my phone's ringing..."

Perhaps because she didn't know who was calling, and was afraid it might be someone she used to know, my sister clutched the phone in one hand and the hem of her clothes in the other, looking flustered and uncertain. She kept glancing at the phone and then at me. Seeing her helpless and vulnerable state, I couldn't imagine how self-centered she used to be. For some reason, I felt inexplicably irritated, but seeing my sister's tearful, pleading eyes, my heart softened, and I took her phone. Her phone had been broken in the car accident, and because of amnesia, she couldn't remember her old iPhone password and had to switch to an Android phone. The call log only contained the ones I had entered for her. My sister, though trying her best to act like nothing was wrong after waking up, must be under immense psychological pressure. She doesn't know anyone around, constantly trying to regain her memories and trying to live like before, not wanting to trouble anyone. Seeing her efforts breaks my heart. Although my relationship with her wasn't good before, and her personality is terrible, her current behavior is truly pitiful. Even though the doctors and parents told her I'm her brother, essentially I'm just a stranger in that title. Her unusual attachment to me might just be because the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was me sitting by her bedside. I took her phone and answered. She looked at me with a relieved expression and said, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this xxx?" A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Huh!!!???"

Wait, why is it my name

? "Are you Eromanga Sensei?"

"......Yes, it's me."

Because I often buy manga, figurines, and sometimes even censored items, my Taobao account name is "Eromanga Sensei."

Although I don't know why the courier called my sister using my name, the name is definitely mine. "Here's a package for you. Are you free to pick it up now?"

"Oh, okay, just put it in the delivery box. Thanks."

"No problem, goodbye."

I sighed, hung up, and handed the phone to my sister.

"It's a delivery," I said to her.

"???" My sister seemed confused.

"A delivery." Seeing her bewildered look, I had to repeat myself. "It's something that's been sent."

"Oh, oh," my sister seemed to understand at first.

Seeing her sudden realization, I felt like I was glowing. For some reason, I suddenly reached out and vigorously ruffled her hair. Startled by my bold action, she blushed and grabbed my hand, but didn't stop me. Realizing I'd been a bit rash, I withdrew my hand and coughed twice. "Ahem, don't keep everything to yourself. If you have any questions or are unsure about anything, just ask me."

"Mmm," she whispered. That's enough about

taking her for a walk around the neighborhood for today. Feeling it was about time, I went home with her to pick up the package. Although I don't know why my package called her... The sunshine was bright and the air felt light. Actually... I wanted you to continue gently stroking me... Onii-chan. My sister probably felt like this when I ruffled her hair. With one hand on her head, she held my hand in a head-hugging position, perhaps enjoying it? Feeling a little embarrassed by such close contact in public, I closed my eyes shyly and took out the package from the delivery box. Hmm... yes, it was the manga I ordered online, "To Love-Ru Manga Collection." It was strange that I called my sister; she usually just texted me to pick it up. Sometimes she'd even get there first and confiscate it as a joke!

I tore off the delivery slip, picked up the package, and headed home. My sister followed closely behind, trying to say something several times, "Um... Oh... Onii-chan, I'll get that."

"??" I looked at her, puzzled. Actually, to The package containing the 18 volumes of "To Love-Ru: Kentaro Yabuki" wasn't light; it was quite large. "That package... I... I can take it," my sister stammered, waving her hands as if trying to say something. "That... that... it's probably something I ordered... I can handle it, please," she pleaded, looking at me pitifully, her eyes even glistening with tears. "Um..." Wait a minute, in my sister's eyes, the package was a phone call to her... even though I answered the phone and called under my name, it was my sister... I don't know... she probably thought it was a package for her, but to someone who didn't know better, it certainly looked like that. "Um, this is quite heavy, let me help you carry it. It's probably a manga." Okay, I lied and said those things. Because of my guilt, I couldn't bear to look at my sister. She looked at me with a face full of despair, opened her mouth a few times, and finally could only say a bitter thank you, "Thank you... Onii-chan."

It's because it's a manga that I'm scared. I still have those few censored manga hidden under my bed... am I going to be publicly executed again?!

My sister can already imagine her brother opening the package at home and seeing manga with huge Chinese words like "brother," "pervert," "master," and "service" written on the cover. No way!!!

She doesn't want to do this again in front of her Onii-chan!!!

Don't let this embarrassing thing happen again!

Kill me!

A few steps to the entrance, I felt someone tugging at the back of my clothes. I turned around and saw my sister, one hand clutching my clothes, the other covering her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably, making cute, pitiful cries. "No...no...no, don't...don't open it, please...dog-shu-jin-sama!"

Seeing my sister crying so hard, her face streaked with tears, trying to cry out loud but still letting out whimpers, clutching my clothes but not daring to stop me too forcefully... Hmm...my sister doesn't think this package contains those doujinshi that were confiscated last time, does she...? Because I often buy manga and figurines, and sometimes even censored items, my account name is "Eromanga Sensei," and the package also says that... "To Love-Ru is a normal manga."

My sister looked at me blankly.

"To Love-Ru is a normal manga?"

"To Love-Ru is... a normal... manga??" My sister repeated my words, somewhat bewildered. "I just looked at the delivery slip; it contains the To Love-Ru manga. To Love-Ru is a manga serialized in Weekly Shonen Jump; it's a legitimate, legally published manga."

I sighed and explained to my sister,

"It means it's with my room..." My sister's voice trailed off. "Yes, it's a manga suitable for all ages (just kidding)."

Hearing this, my sister quickly let go of my hand, smiled with relief, then lowered her head shyly, realizing something was off. Seeing that she was alright, I picked up the package and went inside. My sister secretly glanced at me, and when she saw I was already inside, she quickly wiped her eyes, took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and praised God as she followed me home. "Great... great... Hallelujah! It's a normal manga suitable for all ages! Thank God! Praise God!"

I carried the package to the living room, put it on the table, and looked back to see my sister following me briskly... I stood up and looked around to see if there was anything sharp that could cut the package. My sister followed me to the table, resting her chin on her hands and looking at the package. I glanced around and then at my sister. Well… I was carrying the package and it wasn't convenient to change my shoes, so I just walked in wearing socks. My sister followed suit, not changing into slippers either, but taking off her shoes and walking in on her little feet in black over-the-knee socks. Although it's almost summer, I hadn't done much exercise today. I hadn't been shopping for long this morning because of the package, so there wasn't any smell, and I didn't say anything. My sister was very curious, lying on the table, staring at me intently, waiting for me to open the package. Oh right, I just told her it was a normal comic suitable for all ages, so she wasn't worried about me helping her open it. Actually, she was curious too. Oh right, in my sister's mind, this must be something she bought before she lost her memory… Could this be considered a gift she gave herself? It's a bit awkward... Sigh... I guess I'm not getting this comic back. Urged on by my sister, I found a pair of scissors and cut the tape off the box, waiting to see what was inside. My sister, who was initially very excited, turned bright red the moment she saw what was inside!

The cover featuring a scantily clad girl was one thing... but the worst part was that the black thing, without even any packaging, was just blatantly placed on top of the package. "Ah! Don't look!!!!"

"Don't suddenly rush up, it's dangerous!"

I quickly raised the scissors above my head to prevent my sister from lunging at me and accidentally hurting herself. My sister grabbed the box and tried to drag it away, but she didn't seem to have considered two things... First, she didn't realize that hugging the box wouldn't stop me from seeing what was inside. Second, she underestimated the weight of the box. The end result was that the comics and the free underwear inside the box were scattered all over the floor. Hmm... so this was the little gift the store was talking about (Mengmeng's underwear). Looking at the To Love-Ru comics with their sexy full-color covers scattered all over the floor, and the black bra and lace-up panties on top of it, I heard the sound of a car parking outside. Soon, I heard my parents talking outside the door. Knowing that there was no way to change the situation, my sister gave up thinking.

Hmm... To Love-Ru is indeed a manga serialized in Weekly Shonen Jump, and it is indeed a legitimate and legally published manga. "Onii-chan... what should we do?" Because my parents were about to come in, my sister, who was completely lost, asked me in a trembling voice with tears in her eyes, "What should we do?" What should we do? Of course I put it away! But right now, my sister is completely lost, probably thinking about how she won't be able to stay at home if our parents see this. I sighed. I've probably sighed more these past two days because of my sister than I have in the past year. I went over and picked up the black bra and lace-up panties that had fallen onto the comics, stuffing them into my pocket. My sister watched as I put the black bra and lace-up panties that had fallen from her bag into my pocket. She held out one hand, her little mouth opened a few times as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't do or say anything, just blushed terribly. Although I was so busy putting the comics back into the box that I didn't notice. At this moment, my parents came into the living room from the entrance. "Son, what are you doing?"

My father looked at me suspiciously as I squatted down and picked up the comics. "Oh...it's nothing. I just bought some comics, and the bottom suddenly broke, so they fell on the floor. I'll pick them up right away." As I spoke

, I calmly gathered the comics, picked up the box, and prepared to go upstairs. My father, hearing my explanation, didn't say anything; after all, they knew I liked reading comics. My mother, concerned, asked if my younger sister was feeling better. My sister, held back by my mother, watched helplessly as I went upstairs. Finally, she absentmindedly and barely managed to appease my mother. Seeing that my sister wasn't in good spirits—after all, her day had been a rollercoaster of emotions, leaving her battered and bruised—my mother comforted her, telling her to eat lunch and take a nap. After lunch, my sister secretly went to my room and took the comics from me, expressing her gratitude... Although Xie blushed the whole time and spoke haltingly, she knew the culprit was actually me, so she was too embarrassed to tell her that it was actually mine... In the end, I only glanced at the comics before giving them all to my sister. Because the comics were a bit heavy and my sister had a hard time carrying them, I helped carry them to her room. When I was about to leave, my sister suddenly grabbed me, as if she wanted to say something... My sister blushed terribly, and in the end, she just thanked me again, saying that she really wouldn't have been able to stay at home this time without my help, and so on. It wasn't until I was changing clothes that evening that I remembered that I had my sister's black bra and lace-up panties in my pocket... They had been there all day. Although they were actually a free gift from the comics, my sister probably considered them her property. I really... Oh, I forgot. My sister tried to talk to me several times but was too shy to say anything... I wondered why she seemed to want to tell me something all day, but when I asked her, she always stammered... I thought she wanted me to keep it a secret. Oh well, it's so late, I'll give it to her tomorrow. The next morning, I woke up early and went to my sister's room. When I got to the door, I realized I was still half asleep. Giving her underwear so early in the morning—what kind of weird thing is that? Thinking about it, I felt a little embarrassed. "Um... Onii-chan, what are you doing?"

My sister suddenly spoke up behind me, startling me. I turned around and saw my sister wearing a maid outfit, her head slightly tilted, looking at me with a puzzled expression. "Um, sister, why did you suddenly appear and startle me?"

"Um... I saw Master hadn't gotten up yet, so I came up to call Master for breakfast... When I saw Master at my door, I asked..." My sister was startled by my sudden outburst and took a step back, placing a fist on her chest. Realizing she'd overreacted, she quickly lowered her hand and explained. "Well, okay..." My sister changed into her maid outfit and started playing maid games again. "Um..." I scratched my face, a little embarrassed, and said, "I wasn't thinking much about it when I first woke up, but now that my sister is suddenly in front of me, I realize it's a little... not good, yes, not good..." I felt bad about doing this, but it also seemed strange to keep it for myself without giving it to my sister. "Um... about yesterday..."

I thought for a moment and realized that leaving it unresolved wasn't a good idea.

"I was too busy yesterday and didn't notice... I forgot to give you something."

With that, I pulled out the black bra and lace-up panties I'd found and then put back in my pocket the night before. They were slightly crumpled from being stuffed in all night. Seeing me take the underwear out of my pocket right in front of her, my sister remembered. "Ahem... I really forgot. I only realized it when I was changing. I thought it was too late yesterday and you should be asleep, so..."

"It's actually fine if you leave it with your brother... there's no need to rush to return it to me..."

My sister nervously took the underwear and whispered some inappropriate words. She felt she had said something wrong, her face turning bright red with embarrassment, almost steaming. She didn't dare look at me. "It's nothing, it's nothing."

Hearing my sister's inappropriate words, I couldn't help but cough a few times. Hearing my words, my sister's face turned even redder. Because she was blocking the doorway, I couldn't move. Because of her shyness and inability to look at me, after a while, my sister realized I was still standing there because she was blocking my way, and quickly moved aside like a startled deer. "Um, Master," she said, too shy to look at me. "Breakfast is ready... you should go eat first... it won't taste good if it gets cold... I have something to do, I'll be down in a bit."

"Oh, I'll be right down."

I felt the atmosphere was too awkward, so I hurried downstairs.

After my sister saw me come down, she shyly peeked at me to make sure I was downstairs. Then, she touched her cheeks, which were flushed with embarrassment, and cursed herself for embarrassing herself in front of her brother again. She also complained a few times about how her brother could do such an embarrassing thing without batting an eye. My sister opened the bedroom door, put the underwear on the bed, and prepared to come down... But then she thought about it and went back to the bedside. Somewhat hesitantly, she picked up the lace-up bra, which still had her brother's body heat on it. "It's normal to want to try on new clothes, right?"

"Brother shouldn't be doing anything weird with it, right?"

It seemed like she was trying to comfort herself, yet also indulging in irresponsible fantasies.

The younger sister patted her cheeks, which had turned bright red from her daydreams, interrupting her reverie. After much hesitation, she secretly closed the door and changed into that embarrassing set of lace-up underwear. There were two types: one where the laces were just decorative, like regular underwear except for the extra bows on the sides. Structurally, it was just regular underwear with a string tied to the left and right sides. The other type was literally lace-up underwear, meaning you had to tie the strings yourself. Structurally, it was just a piece of fabric on the left and right sides of the underwear, not connected; instead, strings were threaded through, and you had to adjust the tightness yourself. This was a rather daring bonus from the manga "To Love-Ru" by Kentaro Fuki, which used fanservice and had a very explicit style. Because it was her first time wearing this kind of underwear, the younger sister's lace-up underwear got knotted. The method was a slipknot, not tying a knot beforehand and then making a slipknot. Initially, because the hem of the skirt held it in place, it wasn't a big problem, but if left unattended and moved around a bit, it would come undone. If left unattended, it would get worse. My sister, who had just changed her underwear and was watching me eat at the restaurant table downstairs, is now facing this potential crisis for beginners (one of the ties on her underwear has come loose). Sensing this, she was terrified, clamping her legs together and looking at me with a panicked expression. When she realized I was eating and hadn't noticed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Now, all she had to do was sneak off to a secluded spot, roll up her skirt, re-tie it, and adjust it. But suddenly walking away felt very awkward… “Um, brother, do you want some soy sauce or dipping sauce with your scrambled eggs?”

My sister thought for a moment, then looked at me with a sudden smile and asked this question. “???”

I stared at my sister, completely bewildered, at her sudden outburst. If I could, I'd just eat it; her breakfast was pretty good. "Um, Master, do you want some soy sauce or dipping sauce with your scrambled eggs?"

My sister repeated with a smile, but replaced "brother" with "Master." "No need... I think it's fine now, it's delicious."

I felt I was troubling her too much.

"It'll taste even better this way! ↑☆—Onii-chan—" ...

I could feel the right ribbon slipping down. If Onii-chan keeps refusing, it's all over! Although the situation was extremely urgent, my sister interrupted me with a smile, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

I sensed her tone was a little rushed, but... "I am Master's loyal maid—I will provide Master with better service anytime, anywhere,"

my sister said with a smile, uttering this embarrassing maid line... "Then ketchup will do," I said, feeling too embarrassed to stop her. "I'll get Master the ketchup right away, just a moment,"

she said. My sister hurriedly went to the kitchen.

"I think we ran out of ketchup last time. I remember there was a bottle in the fridge. Let me get it for you."

I stood up and followed her. It felt a bit... awkward to expect my sister to do everything for me, even get me ketchup for myself. I followed her into the kitchen, and her face changed drastically when she saw me... though I couldn't see it from behind. "Um... I'll do it... Onii-chan,"

she said, her smile stiffening. Well, I think her left side was already... The other side was loose, and the other side was also starting to come undone. "It's okay, the ketchup was a bit high up, so it might be inconvenient for you to get it from me. Okay, here you go, let's continue eating."

After saying that, I took the ketchup from the top shelf of the refrigerator and prepared to go back to continue eating breakfast. "Oh... okay... okay..."

My sister followed me step by step with a bitter expression... Well, her underwear had completely slipped down. Because I was only half a meter in front of her, she didn't even dare to stop and pick it up. She could only wait until I finished eating and cleaned up the dishes to pick it up. Later, while eating, I felt that my sister seemed a little... My sister seemed distracted. She ate a few bites and then stopped eating. When I asked her why, she said she was full. She said girls often eat very little to maintain their figure. After a few words of encouragement, she reluctantly ate two more bites and then stopped again. After that, she watched me eat, looking lost in thought, as if she didn't know what she was thinking. Just when I felt I'd almost finished eating, the doorbell rang. My sister seemed startled and said she'd go answer the door. She ran a few steps in an odd way, then walked to open it. Seeing her go to answer the door, and since I'd almost finished eating, I decided to clean up the dishes. I took the empty dishes to the kitchen to wash them... wait... what's that black thing on the floor...? The underwear I gave her this morning??

Why is it in the kitchen??

I picked up the underwear and smelled it...it was still warm from my body.

Looking at the loosened straps, I remembered my sister's earlier awkward behavior... "That brother, Mom and Dad are back..." I glanced back and saw my sister standing behind me. I quickly put down the underwear I was smelling and stuffed it into my pocket. "Um..." My sister saw everything. Oh no!

The blush on her face became even brighter, spreading to the back of her neck. In a moment, it seemed as if all the blood in her body had gathered on her face; it was hot and burning, like it would burn to the touch. Just then, Mom arrived. In the living room, my younger sister said, "I...I'll wash it."

Seeing Mom follow, she realized this wasn't the time to talk about these things. She forced herself to calm down and tried to say something. Then she took the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Mom told me that she and Dad were going away for a few days and asked me to take care of my sister. She said the money was in my card. Because of my sister, I was a little distracted... "Did my sister see me smelling that?...Will she think I'm a pervert?" I thought absentmindedly... My sister is probably going braless right now. Since she changed her underwear, did she also change her bra? Mengmeng's measurements are B78W54H78. My sister didn't seem uncomfortable after changing her bra. Is her bust size similar to Mengmeng's? While thinking this, I reached into my pocket and rubbed my warm, slightly damp underwear. Okay, I am a pervert. Afterwards, Mom said a few more words to my sister, who looked normal after washing the dishes, and then left. Now it was just my sister and me in the house again, and the atmosphere became very awkward.

My sister and I looked at each other in silence...

"Um... Onii-chan... give it back... give it back to me..."

After our parents left, only my younger sister was home. Finally, unable to contain her embarrassment any longer, she blushed deeply and, clutching her skirt, timidly stretched out a hand. "..."

I didn't know what expression to make in this situation. "Um... it's chilly down there... please give me back my underwear."

Seeing my lack of reaction, she forced herself to be more specific, even more so than before. "Hey, you're copying someone else's lines!" "Oh... uh... um... cough cough, okay." Hesitantly and reluctantly, I pulled my sister's lace-up underwear from my pocket. I handed it to my younger sister, but she was too shy. She kept looking at the floor as she took it, and when she did, she didn't hold onto the drawstring of her underwear. The underwear brushed against her hand and fell to the floor. She quickly squatted down to pick it up, and I helped her too. From my angle, it was inevitable… well, I saw everything. My sister noticed the bulge in my crotch and immediately realized what had happened. She blushed and stood up, pressing down on her skirt, not even having time to pick up the underwear. She circled around and I picked it up again, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

"Um… I… it was an accident, I didn't see anything."

Oh my god, what did I just say?! She didn't even ask anything! Wasn't this just like protesting too much?!

"Um...that...I...I...I believe you, brother,"

my sister said shyly, not daring to look at me.

Hey, sister, what do you believe? I don't even believe myself!

I handed the underwear back to her, but this time she was scared and didn't hold on tight, taking it from my hand. I felt a delicate sensation where I touched her, and my mind drifted to the poem "Shuoren" from the Book of Songs: "Her hands are like tender shoots, her skin like congealed fat, her neck like a cicada's, her teeth like melon seeds, her forehead broad and her eyebrows arched, her smile enchanting, her eyes bright and beautiful." After taking the underwear, my sister ran upstairs in a rather strange posture—after all, she wasn't wearing anything... I thought. But she immediately ran back down, her face flushed, and said, "I...I forgot my key in the room...I can't open the door." Finally, I went to find a spare key and opened the door for her. My sister followed me the whole time... she was completely naked. She ran upstairs and immediately ran back down, her face flushed, saying, "I... I forgot my key in my room... I can't open the door." Her underwear was in her closet, and she'd washed her clothes yesterday morning and they were drying on the balcony. To change back into normal underwear, she had to go back to her room. So I went to the room where she kept her key and found the spare key to open the door for her. She followed me the whole time... she was completely naked. When I got to the room with the spare key, I rummaged through the drawers... I couldn't find it...

Sure enough, I couldn't find it

. "Um... sister,"

I said to her while searching.

"Huh?"

she asked. Her legs, feeling cold, rubbed together nervously.

"Do you remember when I opened your door a couple of days ago?"

"Ah... I can explain that day I..." My sister's face turned bright red when I suddenly brought up the incident from a few days ago. Remembering how I'd accidentally caught her manually generating electricity, she grabbed my arm excitedly, trying to explain. "That... I... I... Actually... that day... that... I... I... it was just... I... I actually... it wasn't... it wasn't what you think... I... I... actually... I... I..." My sister was already incoherent. "Ouch, ouch, ouch... that... no, that's not what I meant. Don't get agitated, I know, I know I didn't mean it that way. I think I left the key in your room that day." My sister started rambling incoherently, so I quickly got to the point. "What?" My sister stared at me blankly. "

It's just that the spare key was in your room that day, and I left it next to you." I spoke softly to avoid upsetting her. "Hmm,"

my sister responded blankly.

"I don't have the key now."

Seeing that she didn't react much, I continued.

"Oh."

"I'll call a locksmith to open the door later."

"Eh! Eh! Eh! But I... but... but I'm not wearing anything underneath! No, no, I'm wearing a maid outfit right now!" Hearing that a stranger was coming, my sister burst into tears, covering her mouth and letting the tears fall uncontrollably. "Um, you can hide in my room first." Seeing my sister crying, I panicked. "Hiding in your room... it seems like that's the only way now..." My sister thought for a moment, if she could hide after the locksmith came, and if no one saw her in a maid outfit, she could accept it. She nodded dejectedly and agreed. But wait, let my sister, dressed in a maid outfit, hide in my room with her lower body naked? What kind of bizarre plot is this? And thinking about it carefully, because my sister was in a hurry to get back to her room and change back into her normal panties, she had been following me the whole time. At this moment, her lower body should actually be... completely naked?

Thinking of all this, I unconsciously glanced at my sister's tightly pressed, white-stockinged legs, which were rubbing together nervously. I swallowed hard. Because of her amnesia and unfamiliarity with her surroundings, my sister was always easily uneasy. Even as I took out my phone to call a locksmith, she clung to my clothes, staying close by. Compared to the shame of being with her familiar brother, the unease of being alone in the big house, especially with the chill below, was far more frightening to her. Although she was ashamed and her face was flushed, she still held tightly to my clothes. "Oh, um..." "Okay, sure, 2 PM? Okay, thanks for your hard work. Just call me when you get to my door. Okay, no problem, thanks." I hung up the phone. Because my sister was still clutching my clothes, I scratched my face with my other hand and said to her, "The locksmith said he can't come until 2 PM." "Hmm?" My sister looked around anxiously, a little distracted. "Can't come until 2 PM?

" I could tell she wasn't listening at all, so I had to repeat myself. "Hey! Hey! It's only 10 AM now!" My sister finally snapped out of it, loosened her grip on my clothes, and put her hands on her chest! I exclaimed, "Hey, little sister, why don't you wear the underwear you changed into yesterday?" Because what I said was too embarrassing, I turned my head away and suggested to my sister. "But...but I already washed those clothes yesterday, and I took them out to dry this morning. They're still damp," my sister said anxiously. "Well...how about you try on those tie-up underwear?" I offered another suggestion.

"Um...I...I...I don't know how to wear them. I wore them this morning and they came undone after a short while," my sister was stunned by my suggestion. After a long pause, she blushed and explained, "How about we go to my room? I have a computer there, let's look it up online." As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to slap myself. Making my sister, dressed in a maid outfit with nothing underneath, go to my room, use my computer, and look up how to wear tie-up underwear?

Isn't that indecent?!

After my lewd behavior, there was a moment of silence between my sister and me. "...It seems like this is the only way now." My sister, blushing, thought for a while but couldn't come up with a better solution, and then agreed?

My sister agreed?

Wait, my sister agreed?

She let me, dressed in a maid outfit with nothing underneath, go to my room, use my computer, and look up how to wear lace-up underwear, and she agreed?

My younger sister grabbed the hem of my clothes and followed me to my room. Because I wasn't wearing anything underneath, it felt chilly if I walked too fast, so she took very small steps, basically two steps for every one I took. Considering her comfort, I deliberately walked slowly ahead. Seeing me slow down, she breathed a sigh of relief and secretly glanced at me. When she saw me secretly glancing back, she quickly lowered her head, her face turning bright red, her ears even redder. When we reached my room, because she was walking with her head down, she bumped into me and cried out "Ouch!" when I suddenly stopped. I told her to be careful and then opened the door. She responded softly. Since I rarely lock my room door, I simply turned the lock and pushed it open. Although I enjoy reading comics, my room is generally quite tidy, even though I'm not particularly clean. My sister followed me into the room and carefully looked around. Actually, she had already looked at the comics yesterday, but she was in a hurry to move them to her own room, so she didn't examine them closely. While she was looking around, I went to the computer, sat down in the chair, put on my headphones, and turned on the computer. My sister saw that I had turned on the computer, closed the door, and stood behind my chair, watching me search. "Um... let me look up how to wear lace-up underwear first." The atmosphere became a little eerie after my sister closed the door, transforming the large space into a small space just for the two of us. I quickly said a few words... although after saying that, the atmosphere... It got even weirder. "Hmm," my sister only responded softly because she was shy. I couldn't help but stand up and move closer to get a better look. Although she didn't turn around, I could feel just how shy she was. To be honest, I was a little resigned. I quickly searched online for "how to wear lace-up underwear" and found it quickly. I turned around in my computer chair and turned back to call my sister closer to see. But as soon as I turned around, I buried my head in my sister's large breasts as she leaned forward. "Ouch!" My sister was startled when she saw me bury my head in her chest and took a few steps back. She tripped over the edge of my bed and fell all over it. It looked like she was in a lot of pain. "Ouch... I didn't mean to. Are you okay?" I apologized to my sister and quickly tried to get up to check on her. The headphone cord pulled the entire computer case down and crashed to the floor. The screen went black instantly. I didn't expect that at all. While I was searching, my sister was leaning over behind me, trying to get a better look. I honestly didn't notice her; I really didn't mean to. Ignoring the computer case that my headphone cord had knocked over, I took off my headset and rushed over to check on her. She had tripped over the edge of the bed and fallen backwards onto my bed. She seemed startled; her legs were together and she instinctively curled up. Oh, and my sister was wearing a maid outfit.

Maid outfits come in different lengths, and hers was a knee-length one. After falling, her legs were together and she instinctively curled up. From this height on the bed, I felt a little itchy. From my angle, I could see her very clearly. My sister is amazing! White tiger (referring to her bare legs) is great! Long live the vacuum!

*Ahem* Now's not the time for this. While my sister was still dazed from the fall and hadn't quite recovered, I quickly went to help her up. After I helped her up, she glanced at her position and then at where I had come from. She quickly sat up on a duck-like saddle, pressing her skirt down with both hands. She secretly glanced at me and noticed I was looking at her too. "Um...that...I didn't mean to," she said, turning her head away guiltily. "Ahem, I know...Onii-chan...that...the computer screen went black." Too embarrassed to admit it, she decided to pretend she didn't know and abruptly changed the subject. At that moment, I turned back...okay, the computer case is overturned, I'll go get it. "I pressed the buttons a few times but it wouldn't turn on." "Um... my sister's computer seems to be stuck." I explained the situation to her somewhat helplessly. "Huh?" My sister seemed confused. I waved my hand and said, "No, I just dropped it and now it won't turn on." "How about... we figure out how to wear it together?" My sister saw that I had been fiddling with it for a while and the screen was still black. She thought that if we didn't solve this problem, she would probably be going to be naked in her brother's room for several hours straight... Even the stories in her own room weren't that exciting! Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel a little aroused. My sister hesitantly offered what seemed to be the only feasible suggestion... Hey, sister, are you serious?

In your brother's room, sitting on your brother's bed, figuring out how to wear lace-up underwear with your brother?!

And how are you supposed to figure that out? Are you going to hold it in your hand and play with it?!

Despite having a million complaints in my mind, all I could manage to say, with a dry throat, was, "That's the only way." Even though it was my sister's idea, I still wanted to ask her how to do it. "Um... how do we do it?" My sister, sitting on my bed in a duck-like position, thought for a moment, feeling embarrassed, but knowing the problem needed solving, she gritted her teeth and pulled out a black lace-up panty from the side pocket of her maid dress. "Um... let's figure out how to tie the string. Um... brother, you hold this and see what we do." Forcing herself to remain calm, my sister handed me the lace-up panty, her face flushed red, revealing that she wasn't as composed as she appeared. "Um... let me see how to tie it." I turned my head away; it was so embarrassing. From morning until now, the panty had come full circle and was back in my hands. I tremblingly took the familiar yet unfamiliar, still warm, soft black lace-up panty from my sister's hand. Yes, at this moment, sitting on the bed, in front of my sister... In front of her, I was playing with the underwear she had just been wearing, still warm and smelling of her body... How utterly perverse! I forced myself to ignore it, but the bulge in her pants betrayed everything. My sister, sitting in a duck-like position in front of me, saw it all. Although the duck-like position wasn't comfortable, because of the posture, my sister was wearing nothing underneath, her lower body pressed tightly against my blanket... I wondered if she would soil my blanket, it was so embarrassing... And with me right there, there was no way to change her posture without drawing attention, she could only sit there awkwardly. This situation wasn't my fault, it was purely coincidental... Even so, it was still incredibly embarrassing. Thinking about all this, my sister could only watch helplessly as I continued to rummage through the underwear she had just been wearing. The whole room fell silent, the only sounds being our breathing. My sister's gaze made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles. "If there really is a god in this world,

please save me

..." "Brother...you..."

My sister looked at me with complicated eyes as I fiddled with her underwear in front of her for a while without figuring anything out... *cough cough...I got a little too engrossed in my study.* Hearing my sister's voice...okay, I finally snapped out of it. Actually, I still hadn't figured out how it was tied, because my palms were sweaty from nervousness... "Well...it's worn on the body, and just looking at the underwear (whispering), I can't figure out how it's tied, um..." Realizing I'd said something rather perverted...I secretly glanced at my sister, who was blushing and quietly protesting, "But...but...I can't put it on in front of you, brother!" Well, my sister was pushed to the limit and actually said something like that. "Um...it seems like doing this really isn't right, doing this..." Just thinking about it felt like a crime. My sister's underwear, having been in my hands for so long, inevitably... My hands were a little damp from sweat, but luckily my underwear was black so it wasn't too noticeable... I guess... I had to think of something. Oh right, my phone! I quickly tossed the panties to my sister.

"Hey...hey...hey...I said no!!!...Brother, what are you doing?" My sister hurriedly took the panties, then looked at me warily, holding down her skirt. "My phone." I pulled my phone out of my pocket while explaining to my sister,

"Even though the computer is broken, the phone can still access the internet. Let's look up how to tie the rope properly." Seeing that I wasn't going to commit a crime, my sister relaxed and crawled towards me on the bed. Oh, by the way, my sister didn't take off her shoes...round-toed leather shoes and white stockings up to her thighs, I saw that earlier... But now's not the time to think about that, because my sister and I's biggest problem is not knowing how to tie the rope properly. So I opened my phone and searched "how to tie the rope properly." The first few results in my search bar were... SM rope art textbooks

SM rope art textbooks SM rope binding method SM rope binding tutorial

The deathly silence

The younger sister blushed and turned her head away shyly

I opened my phone and searched "how to tie ropes properly"

The first few results in my phone search bar were...

SM rope art tutorial

SM rope art tutorial SM rope binding method SM rope binding tutorial

The deathly silence

The younger sister blushed and turned her head away shyly

"Ahem... I searched again"

Maybe it was because I had experienced too many shameful things today, I could do some perverted things in front of my sister without changing my expression I changed the keywords to "how to tie two ropes" to avoid any possible censorship content This time it was something normal I handed my phone to my sister, she knelt down and took my phone Then I put the tie-up panties next to her Hmm, the tie-up panties were on the headboard of my bed, next to my pillow Hey, sister, this is going too far But seeing how seriously my sister was looking at the phone, I opened my mouth a few times but didn't say anything After my sister looked at it for a while, she was a little... She kindly handed my phone back, and seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she got a little annoyed and told me to go outside for a bit. It was only then that I realized she couldn't put it on in front of me while I was in the room. I quickly got up and left the room, closing the door behind me. Through the door, I heard a clicking sound coming from the bed, someone moving around on it. A moment later, my sister came out of my room, looking very serious... well, although she said serious, she was blushing terribly, and said to me, "Um... um... M... Master, I'm going to prepare lunch... I'll call you when it's ready." She ran off without saying another word... Now everything should be alright, right? Thinking about how my sister wasn't wearing anything underneath... But I do know what kind of panties she was wearing today, and they were covered in my sweaty hands, so wearing them felt... kind of... awkward?

I went into the room and collapsed onto the bed. Turning my head, I felt something warm where my sister had just been sitting… Wait, the blanket seemed damp in one spot. Thinking I was imagining things, I reached out and touched it. Okay, it really was damp. I went over and smelled

it… Wait, it feels a bit perverted to be sniffing where my sister was sitting right now… I'm not a pervert, but thinking about all this nonsense is making my head spin and acting weird. Oh well, I'll just fix the computer. I got out of bed and took the computer apart to see how it got damaged and wouldn't turn on. Soon it was noon. My sister, acting like nothing had happened, came to my door and called me to lunch. I'd almost finished fixing the computer, so I stopped what I was doing, washed my hands, and went to eat. But my sister seemed a little restless. "Um… brother… when is the locksmith coming?" While eating, my sister asked me when the locksmith would arrive. Was she worried about a stranger suddenly coming to the house?

"He should be here soon, right? He said he's coming from both places, he should be here in about two hours." I checked the time and spoke to my sister. "Oh, it'll take that long?" My sister ate her food absentmindedly. "Um, sister, aren't you going to have some soup?" My sister had made mushroom and pork soup for lunch, it was quite delicious. "

Um...no, I guess..." My sister looked a little awkward and changed the subject, which I didn't think much of. After lunch, I sat in the living room playing on my phone and checked the time. It was already past one o'clock, and I thought the locksmith should be here soon. But when I looked up, I saw my sister sitting on my sofa with her legs together and her hands covering her stomach, looking like she was in a lot of pain. "Wait, sister, are you feeling unwell?! Does your stomach hurt?" Noticing my sister's expression, I quickly got up and went to ask her if she was feeling unwell. "Um...brother, I'm fine...it's not a stomachache, it's just...brother, don't move...if you move...I...I can't hold it in anymore!" My sister stopped me with a pained expression and tried to help her up to see a doctor. "???" "

Hey!" "What the hell?!

" "Let's go to the hospital!"

I felt my sister was starting to ramble, so I tried to help her up. She cried out, "No...no...I'm really fine...it's just...it's just...the ribbon is tied...it's too tight...I can't untie it!" She seemed to have given up thinking and blurted everything out to me. "What...the ribbon is tied too tight? You can't untie it by yourself? I haven't been to the toilet since this morning...and now I can't hold it anymore?!" "Brother, don't touch me...I feel like I'm about to pee..." "..." I didn't know what expression to make.

"Brother...I really can't untie it...I...I...I just tried...it's tied too tightly...you...you...you help me untie it!" Her face turned bright red, and her voice was barely audible. "WTF???" WTF, how am I supposed to help her?! My dear sister! How am I supposed to help her?! "I can't reach it! I can't reach it!" Seeing my stunned expression, my sister realized her words were a bit too shocking, but the urge to urinate wouldn't stop just because it was so embarrassing for her. "I...I'm about to pee...I'm too weak to pee...Waaah...Brother, please help me...Please...Master!" After saying these extremely embarrassing words, my sister felt incredibly wronged, her voice trembling with a sob. Hey, hey, don't play maid games at a time like this! My sister, dressed in a maid outfit, her face flushed, weakly pleading for help, was indeed too alluring, her face red with embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed red all the way to her ears, and even standing next to her, I could feel that her body temperature seemed a little high. "Ah... okay... um, what do you suggest?" I had never encountered such a situation in my life, and I had to speak up again to ask my sister what to do. Of course, for my sister, it was no less than another round of humiliation. "Um... unnie... um... m... master... you... you... help me untie the sash..." My sister said, her voice slightly sobbing, as she gripped the hem of her skirt. "What??"

Because my sister's voice was too soft, I had to ask again.

"..."

"M... Master... you... you... help me untie the ties..." After a moment of silence, the younger sister, suppressing her embarrassment, repeated what she had just said. "Here??? Wait, in the living room???" I stared at my sister, dumbfounded. "...Go to the bathroom... Waaah... Go to the bathroom, not in the living room... the living room really isn't okay... there's a camera in the living room... Waaah... it's... too embarrassing!" My sister, her sense of shame exploding, was so provoked by my shameful words that she burst into tears. In the end, I hurriedly helped my sister, who was having difficulty walking, into the bathroom. Hmm... I really forgot there was a camera in the living room. I helped my sobbing sister stagger to the bathroom.

Because she needed to urinate, my sister could hardly take a step, and most of her body was leaning on me. During the process, her two firm breasts kept deforming and rubbing against my arm, like two fluffy, soft, freshly fermented... The soft, smooth texture of her steamed bun made me a little distracted. And because of her height, I could see things I shouldn't have just by turning my head slightly. All of this was constantly testing my sanity. What was worse, she kept letting out alluring moans of pain, though she was trying to suppress them. Hey, sister, don't test the sanity of a single young man in his adolescence! I bent down and helped her to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The bathroom was pretty soundproof, and it became quiet as soon as I closed it… The silence was a little eerie. "Um… what do we do now?"

I asked her after helping her to the toilet. "M… Master… you… you… just… help me… untie the laces…" she said with great determination, rolling up her skirt. Hmm… she was wearing a maid outfit today, white knee-high stockings, and black lace-up underwear. Hey!! In the enclosed room, my younger sister rolled up her skirt, revealing her panties, and asked her brother to help her undo them. What was that all about? I turned my head away shyly. This was really embarrassing! How could I mistake you for the same arrogant, haughty sister who always looked down on me? "Don't look!" My sister saw me staring blankly at her panties and quickly made me turn my head away. Okay, I obediently turned away. "Hya-ku," my sister said, blushing. "???"

I felt like I misheard something. Was my sister speaking Japanese?

Because I felt really embarrassed, I didn't dare look at the amazing view under my sister's skirt... and she wouldn't let me see either... I turned my head away, swallowing hard, my hand trembling as I reached for my sister's lace-up panties. My sister let out a soft gasp, and my hand touched something smooth... "Ah!!" my sister cried out softly. "Ah, I'm sorry, I..."

I quickly turned around... um... my hand was touching my sister's butt... I quickly turned my head away and withdrew my hand, feeling the warm, soft touch. "No... don't... peek... waaaah!" My sister cried as she saw me suddenly looking at her, telling me to turn away.

"Um... I didn't mean to..."

I quickly turned my head away and continued fumbling for the laces. This time, my hand moved down a little and touched my sister's white stockings on her thigh. Then, I slowly moved upwards, my touch feeling like caressing a warm, fragrant jade. "Waaah... Master... you... you... you should just look while you untie it... you're doing this... waaah..." Because I wasn't allowed to see, I could only move my hand upwards along her thigh, and I kept touching the wrong places, startling my sister, who had to correct her mistakes. It was indeed difficult to rely solely on groping without letting anyone see, although I didn't really have a problem with it. "Um... this is really embarrassing... untying my sister's panties in the bathroom... this kind of thing..." I muttered a few words of explanation. "Um... Master... you... you... you should just look while you untie it... I..." "I...don't blame you." Seeing that I was too shy to even look under her skirt and kept touching the wrong places, my sister finally made up her mind and said these words... "You said it yourself!" Having received my sister's permission, I finally properly examined the girl standing in front of me, her maid skirt rolled up. Instead of secretly peeking at the front, because she was shy and wouldn't let me see, she asked me to untie the ties. This time, I steadily moved closer to observe my sister's buttocks—no, I mean the ties. My sister's buttocks were about five centimeters in front of me. Because of her shyness, my sister's whole body was trembling slightly, and the ties kept swaying. I had to hold my sister's buttocks to stop the swaying so much. "Waaah...waaah..." My sister made a sound like a small animal's mournful cry. "Um...don't keep swaying like that, I can't see clearly." *Cough cough* It sounded like I... My movements were a bit strange, and to avoid my sister thinking I was a pervert, I had to explain. Perhaps my explanation worked; she stopped shaking as much as possible. I looked up and saw her blushing and secretly watching me. *Ahem*, my sister was monitoring the whole thing… Be serious! I tried to sound brave and said, “Um, let me try to untie it. You tied it too tightly.” “I… I tied it according to the instructions on my phone…” …You tied it according to the instructions on your phone, but the way you tied it is like a thief's knot—the more you pull, the tighter it gets. And because you didn't untie it correctly earlier, it's even tighter now. It's very difficult to untie it by hand. In fact, I pulled so hard the knot came undone, but I still couldn't untie it. I sighed and explained the situation to my sister, “Um, you tied it too tightly. It's very difficult for me to untie it by hand… I tried using my teeth…” "Try it with your teeth!" "Eh! Eh! Eh! ...Use...use...use...use your mouth!" Because she was too shy, the younger sister unconsciously loosened her rolled-up skirt, covered her face, and let out a mournful cry. "Hey, sister, you suddenly let go of my skirt and it's covering my hand! It looks like I'm putting my hand inside your skirt! Okay, in the bathroom, with my brother, rolling up my skirt and letting him undo my underwear is already embarrassing enough, now I have to use his mouth to undo it... This... well, even I'm a little embarrassed saying that." "Master... I feel like it's going to leak... Waaaaah, brother, hurry up... Waaaaah, it's going to leak..." The younger sister, with her legs tightly pressed together and crying, said this extremely embarrassing word to me... My sister is speaking Japanese to me now??? Didn't you used to look down on otaku the most???

Because I felt incredibly embarrassed, I didn't dare look at my sister... I swallowed hard, my hand trembling as I reached towards her lace-up panties. My sister let out a soft gasp, and my hand touched something slippery... well, I touched my sister's butt. In fact, because I was so close, and squatting down to undress, not only my hand, but even my head was covered by my sister's skirt. How to put it... if there were a third party, it would look like I was burying my head under my sister's skirt, while my sister covered her face, powerless to stop my tyranny. "Hey!!" I... Somewhat annoyed, she lifted her skirt and peeked out, protesting her sister's sudden decision to pull it down. "Waaah!" she cried. Her sister could only weep helplessly as she pulled her skirt back up.

"Do I really have to use my mouth?"

her sister asked, somewhat unable to accept it

. "You tied it too tight! I

've pulled it so tight it's all ripped, but it's no use!" I tugged at her panties to make it clearer.

"Um, Onii-chan... don't... don't pull... I... I'll do as you say!" My pulling on the ties annoyed her, and she had to quietly agree. "It's really too tight, I can't help it. I'll have to use my hands to untie it." "I can't open it... I can only use my mouth... I mean my teeth." *Ahem*, it makes me sound like I'm coercing my sister, so I have to explain the situation again. "Well... well... okay." My sister could only helplessly accept this somewhat perverse method I proposed. I covered my sister's butt with my left hand and grabbed the end of the ribbon with my right, slowly approaching her butt. Suddenly, everything went black. "Waaah, so embarrassing!" My sister let go of her skirt and covered her face.

Okay, I'm under my sister's skirt again.

My sister realized I was under her skirt again and was so scared that she rolled up her skirt again, looking at me pitifully. Looking at my sister... Seeing her pitiful look, I couldn't scold her anymore. I could only lower my head and bite the tie on my sister's underwear. Her bottom was to my right. My right hand covered her bottom, pulling on the tie, while my left hand pulled on the front tie. Soon, the tie was wet with my saliva. "The right side is almost done!" The good news was that the tie was finally loosened. I pulled the right tie off completely in one go and told my sister the good news. "Um... thank you, brother." My sister smiled with relief, but then immediately realized something was wrong. Thank you for what? Thank you for using your mouth to untie the tie for you?

My younger sister lowered her head shyly and thanked me

because I was tugging at her panties. Although she was clearly shy with her head down, I could still clearly see the relief on her face. I was a little stunned. "Um, little sister, hold the tie tight," I said, realizing I had been distracted, and quickly told her to hold the tie before she noticed. "Okay, okay," she replied, straightening her skirt and holding it with her left hand while using her right hand to hold the tie. I watched as she finished holding the tie and then got up to go to the other side. Perhaps because I had been squatting for too long, my legs went weak when I stood up, and I ended up hugging my sister's white-stockinged thighs, my face pressed against hers. Where there were no white threads on my sister's thighs, it was a pure white paradise, and I could smell her faint body fragrance. Suddenly, it darkened... My sister loosened her grip on the laces and let go of her skirt. Under the law of universal gravitation, her lace-up panties followed the laws of nature and fell down. I saw something I shouldn't have seen. My sister screamed in fright, loosened her skirt, and tried to push my head away, but halfway through her push, she suddenly froze because... "Um... I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, let me explain... I've been squatting for too long and my legs are numb... I didn't mean to." Not noticing that something was wrong with my sister, I quickly stood up, wanting to explain to her, "Um..." "Brother...please...please hurry...I...I...I think I've leaked a little bit." The younger sister's face turned pale, then flushed, finally turning bright red. "Leaked? Oh! Okay...okay..." I was a little stunned, then suddenly realized. It was good that the younger sister hadn't pursued the matter. The younger sister saw I understood, and although she was shy, she still rolled up her skirt herself. I turned my head away... The younger sister noticed something was wrong and looked down. She realized that because she had loosened the tie, one side of her underwear had slipped down, revealing... So the chill wasn't because of a tiny leak...but because... "For the wind..." After a moment of silence,

"Um... brother, you can turn around now."

My sister, clutching her skirt with one hand and the tie with the other, forced herself to act as if nothing had happened. I responded and pretended nothing had happened as well, walking over. Hmm, there was indeed a wet patch at the crotch of my underwear... Because it was black, it wasn't very noticeable, but I could still smell it... I looked up and saw my sister secretly watching me. She immediately turned away after noticing me... I'd better pretend I didn't notice. My sister pretended nothing had happened, and so did I.

After all, it's better to forget some things.

I squatted down to my sister's left, ready to untie the ties. Just like before, I held her bottom with one hand and gripped the ties with the other, but this time the roles were reversed. My left hand covered her bottom, pulling on the ties, while my right hand pulled on the front ties. I tried my best not to notice her bottom or her soft, smooth skin, which seemed to have no friction whatsoever. Well, it was impossible not to notice. The moment I touched her, I couldn't help but shudder. I clearly felt her body stiffen slightly, though she quickly relaxed. But I doubted her inner state was as calm as she appeared. I looked up at my sister, her face flushed, and saw her peeking at me. When she noticed me looking up, she turned her head away shyly… Let's start untying. I pressed against her and bit the ties. I was shocked to find that because the other ties were loose, my hand was also pulling on the other end. From this angle, I could clearly see the outline of her lower body and the fine downy hairs on the skin exposed by the opening in her panties. The thin lace panties clearly couldn't block my view. It wasn't exactly peeping... after all, it was all done openly... and I was peeping at my sister's lower body right under her nose. Because her skirt blocked my view, she didn't even notice. It seemed a bit too stimulating... I thought guiltily, what if my sister found out? She'd be so embarrassed! I wished time could stop at that moment. In this quiet environment, suddenly my phone rang. Because of my guilty conscience, I was startled and took a step back. Because I'd been squatting for so long, I fell backward. Startled by the sudden ringing of my phone in the quiet bathroom... My hand was still gripping my sister's lace-up panties tightly, and I tore them... The sound was faint, but it was very clear in the small bathroom. Okay, one end of the lace-up panties was torn. My legs went numb, and I fell to the floor, clutching my sister's torn panties, and plopped down on the cold bathroom tiles. I stared blankly at my sister, dressed in white stockings and indoor shoes, clutching her skirt, standing naked in front of the toilet, her lower body exposed to her brother's gaze. For some reason... this scene felt a bit like Shirou summoning Saber in Fate/stay night. The scene was the same. If you ignored the fact that the girl in front of me was a maid in a maid outfit, her skirt lifted and her lower body bare, my sudden phone ring, my shout, and the fact that I suddenly pulled off her panties startled her. She loosened her grip on the ties, and worse, her lower abdomen involuntarily contracted twice from the shock, and a strong white stream shot directly onto me... My sister's face turned pale. She had actually... actually... in front of her brother. Stunned, she plopped down on the toilet seat. The quiet bathroom was filled only with the sound of the phone ringing, the water hitting the toilet seat, and my sister's sobs. My sister had urinated in front of me. Her bare bottom was sitting there completely naked. On the cold toilet seat… my sister's legs were clenched together, her body trembling uncontrollably. The uncontrollable urge to urinate caused urine to gush out, splashing uncontrollably against the toilet seat. She tried to stop, but it was no use; the urge to urinate had reached its limit and was beyond her control. Her mind was filled with the memory of how she hadn't been able to hold it in in front of her brother, spraying urine all over his head and face. And because he had opened his mouth in shock, some of it had even gotten into his mouth. I was still stunned by the scene before me, staring blankly at my sister. Although she was now sitting on the toilet seat and I couldn't see anything, the thought of her standing there urinating in front of me… "So filthy... I got an erection..." Waaah... So embarrassing... Waaah... Um... I didn't mean to... Waaah... The scene before me was too much for my eyes, and my sister started crying in front of me. The toilet's design caused the water to directly impact the toilet seat. Because the toilet seat was closed, a cavity was formed inside the toilet, creating a loud noise effect. And because there was no cover, my sister, sitting on the toilet seat, had been holding her urine for so long, and it was hitting the plastic seat directly with a very loud sound. This made my sister even more ashamed. She covered her face and sat on the toilet seat, trying to stop herself, but besides making the sound fluctuate, she couldn't urinate. Her body wouldn't stop according to its owner's wishes. Although she knew it was shameful, in front of her brother... she actually... wanted to stop but couldn't. Her body betrayed her, stubbornly continuing on its own... Although it was indeed very comfortable... it was also very shameful. Doing this in front of her brother made her even more ashamed. The relaxation in her body, the shame of urinating in front of her brother, the tension of fearing she would wet her pants, and... the humiliation of ultimately wetting her pants... The sister shamefully let out a soft moan. Although she immediately realized and covered her mouth, I already heard it. "...The sister actually let out a soft moan?!"

My sister could tell from my expression... I saw everything. Overwhelmed with shame, she covered her face, tears streaming down her face along with the uncontrollable urge to urinate. She sat on the toilet seat, sobbing and urinating... the loud echo of the water hitting the toilet seat... the sobs and the uncontrollable moans... some of the urine flowed down her white stockings, some down the rim of the toilet seat, soaking a large area of her maid dress and stockings. My body inevitably reacted normally... the sounds gradually subsided... My sister seemed to have

finished urinating. She sat on the toilet seat, her face flushed, utterly dejected. But the experience of urinating in front of her brother still made her feel ashamed, and she couldn't help but bury her face in her hands like an ostrich, quietly sobbing. For a moment, the only sounds in the bathroom were her sobs and... the incessant ringing of her phone. Sitting on the cold floor, I finally snapped out of it, shut my mouth, and swallowed... It tasted a little salty? "

Um

... I need to answer my phone."

Feeling the atmosphere was too awkward, I knew I had to give my sister some time. So, without waiting for her reply, I quickly got up and left the bathroom. I was so nervous that I even forgot I was still clutching her torn lace-up panties. "Um... brother, I... waaaaah..." My sister stretched out a hand, trying to explain, but I was already gone. Watching me leave, she slowly withdrew her clenched fist, tears streaming down her face. I wiped my face and looked down at my clothes, which had suspicious water stains... Luckily, my sister wasn't bothered... Then I looked at what I'd used to wipe my face... it was my sister's lace-up panties... I twitched my lips. So, I'd just used my sister's, freshly taken-off, warm, and fluid-stained panties to wipe my face?!

This behavior... this is too gentlemanly...

After thinking about it, I finally put the underwear with the broken tie into my pocket and answered the phone. "Hello, this is the locksmith you called this morning. Is now a convenient time?" The locksmith on the other end of the phone said, "No... I'm not available right now." Although I really wanted to say that directly to him over the phone, after hesitating for a while, I decided to ask him to come back another time. After all, my sister had wet her skirt and was crying in the bathroom, and I also smelled bad and needed to change my clothes. It wasn't really appropriate to have the locksmith come in right now. "Um... I'm sorry... I suddenly have an urgent matter and need to go out this afternoon." "...Can we do that tomorrow?" "Oh...no problem. When are you free tomorrow?" "Morning or afternoon is fine. Just give me a call then." "Okay, bye then." "Okay...bye."

After hanging up, I glanced at the time...

Goodness, my sister and I have been messing around in the bathroom for almost half an hour. No wonder she finally couldn't hold it in and peed all over me... I hung up and went back into the bathroom. My sister was still sitting on the toilet seat with her legs crossed. When she saw me come in, she immediately covered her face, not daring to look at me. The sound of water dripping from the toilet in the bathroom...my sister's face was very red. "Um...sister, you'll catch a cold like this." I said something that my sister couldn't stand.

"Waaaaah... I... I... I didn't mean to... Waaaaah..." My sister couldn't help but try to explain when I brought this up. Now I needed to find a way to calm her down... Let's start by saying something. "The person who called was a locksmith," I explained to my sister. But before I could finish, she became incredibly agitated. "Eh!! Eh!!! The locksmith is coming right away!!! But I... I... I'm like this now!! Go to my brother's room!!!" My sister was terrified. Thinking the locksmith was coming immediately, she struggled to stand up from the toilet, but because she had held it in for so long and then peed so comfortably, her legs were too weak to support her. She only managed to stand up halfway before collapsing to her knees. I... I rushed over to help her up. "No, I turned it down. The locksmith will be here tomorrow. We can't face anyone in our current situation, right? By the way, little sister, why did you suddenly sit down?" "Um... my legs are weak." The little sister breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that no one was coming, and told me somewhat dejectedly that her legs were weak. "Then let me help you up." "No... please, I'll be fine after sitting for a while."

Seeing that I was about to help her up, she seemed embarrassed and tried to push me away. I

saw that the little sister's legs were too weak to stand up, and it wasn't good for her to keep sitting on the ground naked. It wouldn't be good if she caught a cold. So, ignoring the little sister's objections, I forcefully picked her up in a princess carry. The little sister struggled a few times, then gave up and hugged my neck, letting me lift her up. When I turned around, I looked in the mirror and froze for a moment... because... My sister, unaware that I was shielding her from view, didn't realize that her skirt was directly facing the bathroom mirror. Not only were her fair thighs being held up by me, but the mirror also revealed her entire bottom clearly… My breathing quickened. I resisted the urge to look further and gently put my sister down, letting her sit on the toilet seat. She sat obediently on the toilet seat, now silent, her face flushed, secretly glancing at me… “Um… Master couldn't come earlier, so why don't you take a shower first? I'll go get some of my clothes for you… You rest for a bit, I'll go get the clothes.” “Um… thank you, Onii-chan.” “…It's nothing.”

I bent over and went to my room to get the clothes. As I went

up the stairs… The scene in the mirror kept replaying in my mind. I smelled my hands, the image of my sister's delicate white stockings and smooth thighs lingering in my head... Okay, that's a bit perverted... But it's normal for teenagers to be a little perverted, so please understand. Anyway, because my sister is much shorter than me, although I have a lot of jeans and shirts, they're all too big for her. After searching for a long time, I finally found that only a few shirts would fit her. The jeans were too long, and the jersey with the wide opening was obviously no good either. In the end, I grabbed a black t-shirt with a skull print and beach shorts. After much hesitation, I also grabbed a spare pair of underwear. I took the clothes downstairs, and I could already hear the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom... "Hey, sister, are you sure you're okay moving so fast?

" "Hey, sister... are you there?"

"Yes..."

"Um, I'll get my clothes."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and the bathroom door opened halfway. A fair arm peeked out from the crack... Hey... little sister, are you playing with fire? After hesitating for a while, I finally placed the clothes on the girl's leaking hand. "Ah... um... why don't you have my underwear, brother?" The girl exclaimed after taking the clothes. She peeked out from the crack and asked me, "Your door is locked, so there's no way to use it now. You can use mine for now." I scratched my head and said with some distress, "But... but... um..."

The girl blushed deeply and withdrew her half-peeked head.

"I soaked all my clothes... and my bra (whispering) was soaked too. What am I going to do now... and... my underwear belongs to you..." "Okay... it's already wet, so you can't wear it. Um, you can wear mine for now... bra... bra..." "Let's not wear it yet, it should be fine at home..." "Hmm... I guess so. I had no choice but to suggest the terrible idea of letting my sister go topless at home." "At home... it should be fine, right?" My sister seemed convinced by my words, or perhaps it was a compromise made out of desperation. After my sister closed the bathroom door, I heard the sound of running water again. Because I had sweated a lot, I was also dirty, so I simply went back to my room to get a change of clothes and sat down at the bathroom door, intending to take a shower after my sister finished. After a while, my sister came out with a towel drying her head and holding my underwear in one hand. My sister and I, sitting on the floor, looked at each other. "Um... I... um... I can't accept it..." My sister looked at me staring at my underwear in her hand and stammered. "..." "Really not..."

My sister, under the pressure of my silent stare, said to me. "

Okay, okay, wearing my underwear is really psychologically difficult. It would be terrible if I got pregnant." "Um...brother...my...my underwear..." my sister asked with a strange expression. "I lost it..."

I followed her gaze and saw the black strap sticking out of my pocket.

Silently, I tucked the strap back into my pocket

. "I'll go in a bit."

The atmosphere became very awkward

. "I'll go in a bit,"

I emphasized again, feeling pressured by my sister's suspicious gaze. Finally, my sister chose to believe me. I stepped aside, took the clothes, and went into the bathroom. My sister told me to put my change of clothes in the basin, saying she would wash them later. Afterwards, in the steamy bathroom where my sister had just showered... smelling the underwear that smelled of my sister's fragrance, I masturbated... That's how teenagers are during puberty; even doing perverted things is normal. Everyone should be careful and wary of teenage boys. Never shake hands with them. If you accidentally touch someone, remember to wash your hands with hand sanitizer, cough cough. After showering, I felt refreshed and changed my clothes. I casually stuffed my sister's underwear back into my pocket, intending to throw it away later. I walked out of the bathroom and found that my sister wasn't in the living room. Right, she's usually playing in her room at this time, but today the door was locked. Okay, my sister's long black hair wasn't tied up, and she was lying on my bed playing on her phone, her two white, delicate little feet swinging back and forth, making me dizzy. "Um... sister... well... because this afternoon... well... starting now, the caregiver can only come in the morning, so you can sleep in Mom and Dad's room tonight." I shook my head and said to my sister lying on my bed. "No..."

My sister put down her phone, stretched out her hands, lay on the bed, and rejected my suggestion without looking up. "Then... you can sleep in my room tonight, and I'll sleep in Mom and Dad's room." Seeing that my sister disagreed, I made another suggestion. "No..."

"!!!!!!!"

Huh? Huh? Huh? "Little sister, what's wrong?" I noticed my little sister's shoulders were trembling slightly as she lay on the bed. "What's wrong, little sister?" Sensing something was off, I went over and sat on the edge of the bed, asking her what was wrong. "Um... I'm scared..." My little sister's voice choked up...

"Um... what are you scared of?"

I carefully walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed next to my sister. She felt me sit beside her and shifted slightly. "Brother, do you hate me?" she asked, looking up at me cautiously through her loose, long black hair. "Why do you think that?" "Because I'm a pervert... I always dress up as a maid at home... and I'm also a... a pervert... I have a lot of awful comics in my room... and... and... and I even used you as material for my spells... the comics from last time..." Actually, it was something I bought before that caused you to take the blame... and today I even peed on you. I... I'm a hopeless person, a terrible person," my sister said, her eyes red. She was very downcast; admitting you're hopeless is painful. "I did my research. My notebook has my findings. I used to be like that. My closet has plastic figurines and unopened posters. My computer browsing history shows a lot of maid-related stuff, and many of the related ads are also maid-themed. Those awful doujinshi... I searched and found that most of the authors' works are sibling-themed. I did my research; I must have been a terrible person before, but... but even so, I don't want my brother to hate me." "...Um... actually, I don't hate you." I was speechless. It all seemed like my fault. I turned my head away guiltily. "So, brother, you hate me, don't you... I'm such a failure as a sister," my sister said, seeing me turn away. Thinking she had received my reply, she lowered her head in disappointment. "I'm sorry... I troubled you, brother..." "Look at me. I absolutely don't hate you, little sister. I don't care what your hobbies are. I absolutely don't hate you. I like maids, I like you, little sister. Your maid outfit is the best!" Seeing her dejected, I had to turn her around and look into her eyes seriously. "I... I don't believe it... Brother, you don't even want to sleep with me!" My sister blushed as she said this after my forceful confession. Eh! Eh! Eh! "Little sister, you've said something outrageous!

" I...I don't believe it...Brother, you don't even want to sleep with me?" What's it like to be asked to sleep with your little sister? Laxative...What nonsense!

Little sister, you've said something outrageous!

"...No way!"

Sleeping with my little sister...I have to refuse. I can't guarantee I can stay calm and collected forever. After all, I'm a teenage boy, and things could easily go wrong like this. "Stare..." My little sister propped herself up on her elbow, looking at me as she stared. "Okay, although it's really cute like this, the pose and the wide neckline of my t-shirt, plus the fact that my sister isn't wearing a bra, mean I can clearly see most of her side breast and that pink... "Trying to be cute isn't allowed either." I turned my head away. Although my sister is indeed very cute, we're siblings, we can't." "Hey!!!! Why? We definitely slept together when we were little, even though I don't remember, siblings definitely slept together a lot when they were little." My sister sounded a little aggrieved. "You're a big girl now, no." "

I just want to stay next to my brother, and I'm a very quiet sleeper, I only need a small space." "No." "But..."

"No buts."

"Um... if it's because I didn't wear my brother's underwear after taking a shower that made him angry... if he's not angry... I... I... I'm willing to wear it," my sister said, blushing. "Eh... eh... eh..."

I didn't know what expression to make because of my sister's thought process. Okay

, seeing my stunned expression, my sister gritted her teeth, sat up, and prepared to take off her pants. Hey, sister, you're not wearing anything underneath right now! I grabbed my sister, who was about to do something silly, and pushed her down onto the bed. Because I used too much force, I pounced on her too. My sister lay flat on the bed, her long black hair naturally spread out. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, her large breasts jiggled up and down with her breath. I pressed my right hand against my sister's face. I placed my hand on my right cheek and my other hand on the left side of my sister's chest. She shyly turned her head away. If I hadn't masturbated a couple of times while showering, something serious would have happened. I sighed. "Just one night. The locksmith can't do this after he unlocks the door every day." "Hehehehe," my sister laughed shyly when she saw I agreed.

"Um... well, brother, I'm going to cook."

Seeing that I finally agreed, she suddenly seemed very happy, giggling foolishly. Looking at my sister, who was so happy because of my words, I felt a little helpless... I ruffled her hair vigorously. She shyly closed her eyes, enjoying my touch, and didn't grab my hand like last time. "Brother's hands... are so warm." "????" "

N-nothing, Master. I'm going to cook."

After saying that, she ran off barefoot

... well, she wasn't even wearing shoes. But she should be normal now, right?

Hehe, I'm my brother's loyal maid.

Soon, my sister finished making dinner and called me to eat. When I saw her again, she had tied her hair up in a simple ponytail. Although my parents were away on a business trip, it was just my sister and me at home today, but dinner was surprisingly plentiful... Sister, are you trying to shut me up? Or do you want me to feel obligated to eat your food? But this means there probably isn't much food left in the fridge. "Um... Mm... um... brother..." Okay, my sister, who wasn't wearing her maid outfit, originally wanted to call me master, but she felt it was a bit strange to call her brother master while he was in casual clothes, so she immediately changed her address to brother. "Huh? What's wrong?" "I've used up all the food in the fridge."

My sister scratched her hair and told me somewhat embarrassedly that the fridge was empty. I looked at the plentiful dinner... much more plentiful than when my parents came back. "Okay... I'll take you to the market every day after the locksmith comes." I was a little speechless. "Li, did my sister use up all the ingredients?" "And... did she go out with her brother?"

My sister looked at me with some surprise, even asking again in disbelief. "...She went to buy groceries." Please, sister, it's just going out to buy groceries... it's not like we're going on a trip abroad, don't get so excited!" "Yay! Going out with my brother, going out with my brother!" My sister excitedly grabbed the whole bag. Well, because my sister had amnesia and was afraid of getting lost, she had been staying at home since being discharged from the hospital. I took her out once, and she was like a puppy that had been locked up for a long time, overjoyed to hear that she could go for a walk. If my sister had a tail, she would definitely be wagging it non-stop right now... Hmm, beautiful female dog? "The thoughts of teenagers are so dirty!" Seeing my sister so excitedly carried away, I weakly reiterated the point: it wasn't about going out with me, but about going grocery shopping with me. "Hehehehehe," she chuckled, completely oblivious.

She was so happy, even humming a tune as she watched me eat. After I finished, she quickly cleaned up the dishes. After I finished eating, I went straight to my room to play on the computer. A little while later, after washing the dishes and brushing my teeth, my sister turned off the downstairs light... She ran into my room… Oh right, I promised to sleep with my sister tonight. She lay on my bed, ignoring me playing games at the computer desk, and casually patted the blanket beside her. “Brother, it’s getting late, let’s go to sleep together.”… Please, sister, it’s only a little past five!

“It’s only a little past five!”

I said, somewhat helplessly, criticizing my sister’s unreliability. She thought about it and realized it was indeed too early, so she rolled over in bed and started talking to me. “Um, brother, what are you doing?” “I’m reading a light novel.”

“A light novel?? What’s that?”

Hearing the word "light" before "novel," my sister, with her keen senses, felt this was different from ordinary novels. She sat up straight in bed and asked me, "What is this?" "Light novels are a popular genre of literature in Japan, which can be explained as 'novels that are easy to read.' Light novels are novels packaged with specific storytelling techniques, characterized by their ability to efficiently convey the story to the reader. They are often illustrated in anime or manga style and are a form of entertaining literature." "Wow, that's amazing... brother explained it so clearly!" My sister, completely surprised that I could explain it so thoroughly, exclaimed in admiration. "...It's nothing special," I said, closing the Baidu Encyclopedia entry for light novels

. "I used to like watching anime, but I don't really watch those kinds of things," my sister said, praising me again for my modesty. "...

I don't know how to respond to that

... sister, you didn't used to... " You simply dislike and even look down on anime... You've even mocked it in front of me more than once, saying it's childish and only for little kids. "Hey, where can I read light novels, brother?" "...I remember you can search for xxx to install an app and read it on your phone, right? Look for it." "Oh, okay." After that, I was playing on the computer while my sister was reading novels on her phone in bed. She would occasionally try to talk to me, and I would vaguely respond. Time passed quickly, and around 9 PM, my sister started yawning. "Hey, sister, if you're sleepy, you should go to sleep." Seeing how sleepy she was, I was about to tell her to go to sleep.

"No!"

"???"

What's wrong with you, little sister

? If I go to sleep first, you'll definitely sneak off to sleep with Mom and Dad." "......" Sorry, my IQ really didn't think of that.

"I promised... I have to... I have to do it... Or rather... actually, brother still hates me, but he's just holding it in... not showing it?" My sister looked at me with a somewhat forceful gaze, and for some reason, she reminded me of my sister before she lost her memory... This sense of pressure and the almost commanding way of speaking made it impossible to avoid. "Okay..." Seeing that I agreed, my sister shifted her body, and again pretended to be calm, patting the blanket next to her. Her rosy cheeks revealed that she wasn't as calm as she appeared. I lay down next to my sister with these clothes, and my sister hugged her pillow, leaning against the headboard. When the moment came, I didn't know what to say. Although my sister kept insisting on sleeping with me, once I was next to her, she reverted to her usual helpless self, as if the strong-willed sister from before was just an illusion. "Um... brother, do you usually sleep like this?" my sister tried to say something to break the awkward atmosphere.

"..."

I looked at my sister with a bit of grievance.

"Brother, don't you change your clothes before sleeping? I mean, how do you usually sleep?" My sister realized she had asked a stupid question. "I usually sleep naked."

I decided to tell the truth anyway

. "Naked!!! Naked, naked, naked, naked!!!"

My sister was startled by my words, and as if she had thought of something, her face turned red, and she repeated it as if she couldn't believe it. "I usually sleep naked, I can't sleep if I'm wearing clothes." Wait, my sister seems unable to accept this!! "Maybe if I try harder, my sister will run away." "Do I have to sleep naked to fall asleep...?" My sister blushed deeply... She seemed a little hesitant. Seeing her hesitation, I said, "How about you sleep here tonight, and I'll sleep with Mom and Dad?" Seeing her hesitation, I decided to strike while the iron was hot, hoping she'd change her mind. "Brother has... a habit of sleeping naked..." My sister's face flushed red and then paled... After a whole day of internal struggle, she finally said, "Okay... just sleep like brother usually does." She covered her face, barely containing her embarrassment, and actually accepted that I would sleep naked! Even so, she still wants to sleep with me?! My sister… seems to have shot herself in the foot… She said she had to keep her word. I turned off the main light, leaving only a bedside lamp, and started undressing. “Hey, big brother, aren’t you taking off your underwear?” My sister peeked at me through her fingers covering her face. “Sleeping naked… means not taking off underwear,” I explained calmly. Because it was dimly lit, I couldn’t see her expression clearly. “Oh… I thought…” My sister continued to peek at me while covering her face…

Taking off my clothes in front of my sister and then sleeping with her—what a twisted thing to do! So, sister, did you think I was going to sleep completely naked and still chose to sleep with me?!

I took off my clothes and crawled into bed. It felt weird having my sister stare at my naked body. I heard a rustling sound behind me, and then I saw my sister’s shorts being thrown from above me onto the stool! “!!!!!” I was shocked! Wait, sister…! "You're not wearing anything underneath, are you?!"

"Um... um... the underwear you gave me, brother... I've already put it on... um... you're not upset, are you?" my sister whispered in my ear. "

Sister, I'm not the kind of person who gets upset because you don't wear my underwear, nor am I the kind of person who's happy when you wear mine..." I was speechless. "Um... brother, don't you like me wearing your underwear?... Then... then I'll take it off now." Seeing I didn't react, my sister cautiously added, "Hey, hey, stop it!" I quickly turned around and pressed down on my sister, who was about to do something stupid. "Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!" I was furious at her stupidity.

"That, brother, you..."

I pushed her back down onto the bed. Because it was dark, with only a bedside lamp on, I didn't see clearly before I pounced on her. One hand was on her chest, and the other was on her face. My sister instinctively cried out when I suddenly pushed her down. Her voice was sweet and charming. My sister's body lay on the bed like this, her thighs spread apart, one of them draped over my leg. She seemed very weak. Her legs were spread apart, and because I suddenly pushed her down, they curled up, revealing her flat, smooth abdomen and her high, firm breasts. With each breath I took... My hands were moving slightly, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly feel the deformation and trembling of her nipples through her not-so-thick t-shirt in the darkness. I could also feel her heartbeat quickening, and I could even guess what state she was in. Her other nipple seemed to be beckon, inviting me to place my other hand on it as well. At that moment, she raised her hands above her head, her face flushed, instinctively gripping the pillowcase tightly. Seeing my gaze fixed on her, she slowly turned her head away. "I'm sorry..." "...Idiot."

For a moment, only the sound of my sister's breathing filled the room.

She raised her hands above her head, her face flushed, instinctively gripping the pillowcase tightly, looking at me... Staring into her eyes, I slowly turned my head away. "I'm sorry..." "...Idiot."

For a moment, only my sister's and my breathing filled the room

. "Um...brother, please...please be gentle." Although it was somewhat dark because there was only one lamp, I could still feel my sister's body burning with shyness. My sister's thighs were restlessly rubbing against my equally bare thighs... "..." My hand, gripping my sister's chest, clearly felt that she was completely naked under her clothes. Through her t-shirt, I could even feel the softness and elasticity of her full breasts. One of her nipples was being pressed by my hand, as if it had grown larger. I could clearly feel my sister's increasingly rapid heartbeat through her fat and clothes. My mouth was dry, so I loosened my grip on her chest and gave her a series of chops on the head. "Ouch... what are you doing, brother?"

My sister opened her eyes, looking at me with some confusion. She released her grip on the pillowcase, clutching her head and looking at me with a wronged expression. "Idiot!!" I scolded her again in anger, giving her another chop. "Waaah..." My sister sobbed pitifully.

"I'm taking all those books from your room!"

I was still not satisfied and said fiercely to my sister, even though those books were actually mine. "Hey, hey, hey!! Those... those were bought by me!" "I don't care, I'm taking them all!"

After letting go of my sister, I rolled over and lay down next to her, forcefully shouting across the room, "That's so mean... I... I... didn't even finish reading it!" My sister turned her back to me, crossed her arms, and protested softly,

"Um... brother... you didn't take the comic book either?" "

...The comic book can stay, but all that other stuff has to be confiscated." "Oh... okay." "...

" "Um, brother, are you still listening?"

"I'm already asleep."

"Okay... goodnight, brother..."

"..."

"Goodnight... sister."

The room finally became completely quiet, with only the sound of breathing

. "Um, brother, are you asleep?"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Um, nothing... I just wanted to ask if you were asleep?"

"..."

I went from lying flat to lying on my side with my back to my sister, hugging my chest and continuing to sleep. About ten minutes later, my sister called me softly again, "Brother, are you asleep?" "..."

Since my sister calling me probably didn't mean anything, I simply pretended to be asleep. Seeing that I didn't respond, my sister turned around and gently nudged me twice. "Brother

, are you asleep?" I impatiently moved my shoulder, ignoring her. My sister thought I was awake and was so scared she didn't dare breathe, remaining motionless. After a while, seeing no response, she called me softly twice more. Seeing I still didn't react, my sister put the blanket covering her aside and secretly lifted the covers over me, crawling half her body inside. I didn't remember my sister being like this... I deliberately rolled over, hoping to scare my sister and stop this strange thing. She froze, too scared to move. Okay, she should be scared enough to stop now, right? I was wrong. Seeing I hadn't moved for a while, she actually crawled inside me… Okay, now it was my turn to be scared. Now my sister and I were in the same bed. I hesitated, wondering if I should pretend to wake up and stop her. Then I felt her warm breath on my back and heard what sounded like a lovesick girl's laughter… Okay, I thought she was satisfied. Just when I thought she would stop there, I suddenly felt her head press against mine and she started inhaling… Sister, are you smelling me?! Smelling the scent of the opposite sex!! I always thought only boys did that. You're acting like a pervert! After a while, the springs of the Simmons mattress started to creak from the slight shaking... and my sister started moaning, even though she tried to keep her voice down, the soft, melodious moans were still very clear in the quiet room... Sister, you!!! In the darkness, I couldn't see my own expression, but I imagined it must be quite something. Although my sister tried her best to be quiet, in the quiet, dark environment, I could still guess what she was doing. Seriously, sister... you're snuggling into your brother's bed, smelling his scent, and doing this... it seems a bit perverted. Because my arms were sore from maintaining one position for so long, I moved slightly. My sister, who had been doing this for a while, was startled and immediately stopped what she was doing, secretly checking to see if I was awake. Seeing that I didn't react, she started again... fiddling with me. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Although she immediately covered her mouth, it was still clearly audible in the quiet room. My sister looked at me with some fear, afraid I would suddenly wake up. For a moment, the only sound in the room was my sister's somewhat disordered breathing. I... I'll just pretend to be asleep. Please, sister, just finish already! After a while, seeing that I hadn't woken up, my sister relaxed and started again... Hey! Hey!! Why are you starting again, sister?!

Finally, amidst her deliberately suppressed moans, my sister stopped, satisfied. Having worked so hard beside me all day, she was exhausted, sweating profusely, her fingers aching, and thirsty. After resting for a while, she slowly crawled out of bed, her breath coming in steady gasps, and staggered to get some water. She carried the water back to my room. I pretended to be woken by the sound of her turning on the light. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and looked at her. "Um... um, I went to get some water... I didn't disturb you, did I, brother?" she explained guiltily. Looking at her, I noticed a lot of her hair was sticking to her body from the sweat, looking somewhat uncomfortable. She was still wearing a t-shirt on top and my underwear on the bottom... well, she'd left the shorts on the chair while sleeping, and hadn't put them back on yet... some parts were already quite wet. "...No, I didn't,"

I said, lying back down to continue sleeping. Whether I actually fell asleep, only I know. Seeing that I wasn't paying attention... I was relieved to see that she had gone to sleep again. My sister carefully lay down on the bed and slowly moved to my side, curling up and not moving. After a while, she started breathing evenly; she must have fallen asleep. But I couldn't sleep at all. I lay there with my eyes open until late at night before finally drifting off to sleep. The next day, when I woke up, my sister had already crawled into my bed and was hugging me like an octopus… “I just want to stay next to my brother, and I’m a very quiet sleeper; I only need a small space.” Damn it, my sister said she was a quiet sleeper and only needed a small space; she was lying. When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed in a starfish position, my right hand tightly held between my sister’s thighs from the left. When I turned my head, I saw her breasts pressed against my shoulder, one hand holding my arm, the other hand directly covering me… My sister was clinging to me like a koala.

Sister, your sleeping posture is truly terrible! I tried to pull my hand out from between my sister's thighs, but failed twice .

My left hand, which had been trapped between her thighs all night, was numb. "Hmm...?" My sister suddenly made a strange sound. I saw her eyebrows twitch slightly, but she still didn't wake up. I tried to pull my hand out a few more times, but not only did I not get it out, my sister also became strange. Her lips were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and she had an expression that I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure... Her upper body involuntarily arched upwards, and her two not-so-small breasts swayed and drew circles against my arm through her clothes. Her thighs were trapping my hand, and her slender waist began to sway gently. She was also making indistinct moans... Sister, what are you trying to do with someone else's hand? I sat up and stretched out my left hand, which wasn't trapped, and shook my sister a few times. "Hey! Hey! Wake up!! Sister, wake up!" "Eh? What's wrong? Is it an earthquake?!"

My sister looked confused. She sat up groggily, her little face flushed, looking at me with a confused expression, not quite understanding what was going on. "Eh... good morning, brother... what are you doing?" "...Let go of my legs."

I looked at my sister, who was sitting up in a mermaid pose but still tightly gripping my hand. "Huh?!" "Ah!! Eh! Eh! Eh!... I'm... sorry..." After a long while, my sister finally realized what I said, quickly releasing her grip on my hand and frantically shuffling backward on her hands and feet. She rubbed against the edge of the bed. "Ouch!! Ouch, ouch, ouch!"... My sister fell face-down onto

the floor. Seeing her waving her hands but still falling off the bed,

I quickly climbed over and pulled her up from under the bed. "I...I...I...Brother, I...I went to cook..." After I helped her up, she tried to run downstairs. "Hey!!! Sister!! You...you should at least put your pants on!" "Hey!!! Sister, you should at least put your shorts on! It's not appropriate for you to run downstairs wearing only my underwear!" "Eh! Eh! Eh!" Hearing my shout, my sister, who had already run outside, remembered that she was only wearing my underwear on her lower body. I saw her cautiously peeking in from outside the door, looking at me. "..." I looked at my sister and shook the shorts she was holding.

My sister, fidgeting, pulled at her t-shirt, trying to cover something, but revealing most of her smooth thighs, and walked barefoot in front of me… I stared speechlessly at her, holding the shorts, watching her shyly covering her thighs with one hand… So, only now does she remember being shy? I know perfectly well what you did behind my back last night! My sister took the shorts I'd tossed aside yesterday from the chair, blushed, and ran out of my room. Watching her flee, I scratched my messy hair, a little exasperated from just waking up… At least get dressed before you go downstairs… Okay, getting dressed in front of her brother who's sleeping naked in his underwear… seems a bit too gentlemanly, doesn't it? Forget it, I'll stop thinking about it and go back to sleep. I climbed back into bed, trying not to dwell on it. Honestly, I hadn't slept a wink all night because of my sister's terrible sleeping posture. I was so sleepy now. Not long after I closed my eyes, my sister came to wake me. "Brother, wake up!"

she gently nudged me beside my bed.

"zzzzzz...let me...let me sleep a little longer."

I was so sleepy, I hugged the blanket, wanting to sleep a little longer.

"Brother, dinner's ready, get up!"

"zzzzzzzzzz..."

"Master, wake up! Your loyal maid has prepared a loving breakfast!" My sister, seeing me stubbornly staying in bed, was somewhat speechless and actually switched to a maid's voice to wake me up. "zzzz..." "Brother, you went to bed so early yesterday! Get up! Don't stay in bed! Breakfast will get cold and won't taste good! Get up!" Seeing that I didn't react at all, my sister shook me vigorously to get up, a little annoyed. "Ugh... I didn't fall asleep until after 1 a.m. last night. Let me sleep a little longer..." "Yes..." Suddenly, everything fell silent. My sister stopped shaking my hand so vigorously against my back. "Yes...yes...that means...brother, you mean you weren't asleep at all until after 1 a.m. last night...right?" "..." Oh no, I think I let something slip in my sleep. I quickly got up and looked back at my sister. "Yes...yes...that means you...you know what I did last night, right?" "She looked at me with a completely broken expression, her voice trembling with tears. That expression was strangely reminiscent of the female character in a romance/adventure game before she'd ask the male protagonist for a hatchet..." "I got up...I went to bed really early last night. I was just lazing in bed. I have no idea what you were doing in my bed last night..." "Is...is that so?" My sister still looked at me with a completely broken expression, her voice trembling with tears as if trying to convince herself again... Okay, actually I know everything. "Okay, it's all over.

" Waaaaah, so embarrassing!

Okay, looks like I didn't fool her.

Knowing I'd discovered her secret, my sister ran off again. I quickly chased after her. In my haste, I didn't even have time to put on my clothes. At the door, I picked up the slippers she'd dropped. I went up the stairs to the bathroom door and heard my sister sobbing. Okay, she was indeed inside. I knocked on the door. "Um... sister, are you in there?" "..."

The sobbing in the bathroom suddenly stopped. My hand gripped the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. Opened the door????

Sister, don't you usually lock the bathroom door when you go out???

"No...no, don't come in!!! You...you...if you come in, I will never forgive you!" My sister, sitting on the toilet seat, screamed in panic as I opened the door. I stood there, half-open, unsure whether to go in or out, looking at the shoes in my hand. "I...I..." Seeing that I ignored her threats and pushed the door open, my sister was at a loss for words. "Well...once upon a time, there was a prince in a kingdom who had come of age. The king, wanting to choose a fiancée for his son, prepared a grand three-day banquet and invited many young and beautiful girls to attend. The prince planned to choose one of these girls as his bride." My sister looked at me, somewhat frightened, as I suddenly began to tell the story from the doorway.

"At the ball, the prince saw a beautiful girl. He quickly walked towards her, reached out his hand, and took her arm, asking her to dance. He never danced with any other girl again; his hand never let go of hers. Whenever someone asked her to dance, the prince would always say, 'This lady is dancing with me.'" They danced together until very late, when she finally remembered she had to go home. The prince, wanting to know where this beautiful girl lived, said, "I'll take you home." The girl agreed outwardly, but secretly slipped away when he wasn't looking. Seeing that my sister seemed captivated by my story, I quietly approached her while continuing to tell the tale. The next day, the unknown princess appeared in an even more beautiful gown and crystal shoes. When she appeared at the ball, everyone was stunned by her indescribable beauty. The prince danced only with her; whenever someone else asked her to dance, he always said, "This lady is my dance partner." As midnight approached, she had to go home, and the prince again offered to take her back, thinking to himself, "This time I can't let her get away." "However, the girl still managed to slip away from him. In her haste, she left her left golden dancing shoe on the stairs." "From the moment they parted hastily after the ball, the prince missed the princess day and night. He had decided in his heart that he must find that beautiful princess. But no matter who he asked, he couldn't find out anything about her. The only remaining evidence was one of her glass slippers. So the prince searched the whole country for the owner of this shoe." "Then... are you the princess I've been searching for?" I knelt before my sister, looking up at her shyly lowered head, unable to meet my gaze. "...The prince..." my sister murmured absentmindedly.

"Brother...this is so embarrassing!"

Coming to her senses, the younger sister groaned, covering her flushed face.

"So...are you the princess I've been searching for?" Okay, this was indeed a bit awkward, but embarrassment is something that happens when someone notices it first. I ignored it and knelt down, asking her again. "Ugh...okay, okay...I...I am the princess you've been searching for, brother," the younger sister admitted somewhat resignedly. I knelt down and helped her put on her lost shoes, which she had thrown off while sitting on the toilet seat. "So, beautiful princess, would you like to leave this place with me and return to the castle to live a happy life?" "I...I...yes." I took her hand and led her out of the bathroom. The younger sister kept her head down, not daring to look at me. Wait, wasn't the effect a little too good? "I...I...willing."

I took my little sister's hand and led her to eat. Although it was a bit cold, the food was still quite good. "Hey little sister, those notebooks in your room...um...I'm going to take them all after the door opens." I talked to my sister while eating breakfast, mentioning what we had decided last night. "Eh...I'll take them out for you later, big brother." My sister, who had been in a daze since coming out of the bathroom, finally snapped out of her reverie when she heard what I said. I don't know if it was because of the contents of the notebooks or because she remembered what happened last night, but her face turned bright red. "No, if you've hidden a few, then it's pointless. I won't take the normal comics." I mercilessly rejected my sister's suggestion. "Then...then...okay."

Although my sister was somewhat reluctant, she reluctantly agreed to my suggestion. After breakfast, she cleaned up the dishes as usual. Just then, the locksmith called. After confirming I was available, he said he'd be there shortly. He arrived at my door shortly after, unlocked my sister's room, paid him, and left. After seeing him off, I went to call my sister, who was in my room. She was lying on my bed playing on her phone, her shoes casually kicked aside. I knocked on the door, coughed twice, and told her I was about to start my room check. She reluctantly got out of bed and led me to her room. Although it felt a little awkward for my sister to lead me to her room to find "harmonious items," I was also excited at the thought of getting my collection back. I'd bought it so long ago and hadn't even looked at it before my sister took it! "Okay, finally it's back to its rightful owner." My sister pushed open the door and saw her underwear from yesterday, which she'd just tossed onto the bed. She quickly grabbed her black lace bra and panties and threw them under the covers. Yesterday morning, driven by the thought, "It's normal to want to try on new clothes, right?"—a thought that now seems rather strange—she'd changed into the underwear her brother had given her that morning. She hadn't thought much about the black lace underwear she'd been wearing under her maid outfit, and had just tossed it onto the bed after changing it off… I was a few steps too late and saw my sister standing by the bed, waiting for me. "Anyway… hand over the notebook." I looked at my sister and reached out her hand, though I felt a little uneasy about what she was saying. "Anyway… hand over the notebook." I looked at my sister and reached out her hand, though I felt a little uneasy about what she was saying. "Okay," my sister said, seeing that things had come to this point, she had no choice but to agree

. " Hey, big brother, can I ask you a question?

You're a homebody, right?" My sister turned her back to me, walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and squatted down to take out figurines and posters one by one from the drawers, placing them beside her as she spoke to me. "Actually, big brother, you're a homebody too, right? I found something under your bed." Seeing that I didn't answer for a while, my sister paused, added, and then continued tidying up. "Yeah," I said weakly, "okay, my sister noticed.

" "Then why didn't you tell me, big brother? I thought I was the only homebody in the family and was worried about being found out, I was so anxious." My sister remembered something, stopped what she was doing, turned around, and asked me, a little annoyed. "You knew about this before...?" I argued guiltily, "You not only knew about the things in your room, but you also took them from me." "Ah! ...I see... um..." "I forgot... I'm sorry," my sister seemed a little stunned, as if she hadn't considered this possibility. She explained to me, a little downcast, that she felt she might have been being unreasonable. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly turned away and started tidying up. Soon, she pulled out the entire drawer, which had been cleared of clutter and only contained the notebooks. "Well, brother, since you're also a homebody, um... I mean... it's not really good to leave all the notebooks with you. I'm not worried you'll read them or anything... um... it's just that some of the topics in those notebooks are really... really bad... so... um... how about we split them?" My sister put the drawer on the floor, hands on her hips, a little blushing but still looking at me with bright eyes. "Huh? Brother, could you go out for a bit? I need to change my clothes."

"Eh?"

"It'll be done soon, just wait for me at the door for a few minutes."

My sister then pushed me out of the room.

She quickly changed her clothes and opened the door. She was wearing a short-sleeved cotton loungewear set and capri pants. Hmm... my sister's room was a mess. The figurines and posters she used to keep in the drawer under the wardrobe were carelessly thrown on the floor. The wardrobe drawers that were once full of notebooks were also lying on the floor. My t-shirt and underwear, which I had just taken off, were thrown directly onto the bed. I glanced at the pile of notebooks scattered on the blanket and the floor littered with what used to be my collection. It turned out that... "My sister has taken so many things from me!" I said. "Brother, could you find a place to sit down first? I'll tidy up." My sister glanced at the room and seemed to think it wasn't a good look, so she called out to me and ran off to tidy up. "Okay," I said. I felt a little awkward sitting on the bed while my sister was busy tidying up. But then I felt it was impolite to sit directly on the blanket, so I lifted the blanket to prepare... wait, this black thing has lace patterns. I pulled the black fabric out and looked at it... Hmm... Do girls these days hide their underwear under the covers??

"Never mind, I'll wait and pack later. Brother, let's sort the notebooks first." My sister packed for a while, then realized it was impossible to finish all at once, so she decided to wait and do it slowly. As soon as she turned to leave, I quickly stuffed my underwear into my pocket… wait, when did I become so skilled at this? "Brother, what are you doing standing there? Let's pick out some notebooks first." My sister seemed oblivious to what I had just done and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh, oh." Because of what was in my pocket… well, I felt a little guilty. I did whatever my sister told me to do. "Didn't we agree to confiscate everything?" Feeling guilty, I forced a conversation with my sister.

"Um… um, it's because some… notebooks… aren't suitable." My sister blushed and stammered as she explained. "What???"

What's unsuitable? Aren't they all notebooks?

"Anyway, it's just this kind of thing that's inappropriate, this one, and this one too," my sister said, blushing as she picked out several books from a pile. The covers mentioned things like siblings, incest, maids, and service—basically, books about doing strange things to a sister. "...It seems inappropriate." Actually, I didn't think too much about it when I bought them; I just liked the art style. Now, thinking about it carefully, it seems a bit inappropriate. "Um...what should I do with these?" It does seem a little strange for me to keep these kinds of things... "It seems...we can only throw them away," my sister said reluctantly. After all, even though it's a bunch of terrible stuff, it's something I kept before I lost my memory. "Throwing it away seems a bit of a waste," I said. "I paid for these things; I can't bear to just throw them away.

" "It is a bit of a waste,"

my sister echoed.

"..."

My sister and I both fell silent...

"How about I keep the ones that aren't suitable, and you keep the others with your brother?" my sister whispered her thoughts. "...It seems like that's the only way."

But something felt off. Wait, wasn't it because I wanted to correct my sister's behavior related to the stories in her doujinshi that I decided to confiscate her doujinshi?

How did it turn into us sharing doujinshi now?!

Okay, I admit that some doujinshi aren't really suitable for me to keep. It seems I really need to pick some out. "What about this one?" I asked, pulling a doujinshi out of the pile with a straight face. I glanced at the cover and asked my sister, "This one won't do." My sister blushed, glanced at the doujinshi that said "Maid Sister," and decisively said, then immediately whispered, "I don't think it's okay." "No, it's too embarrassing."

After sharing a few times, I couldn't hold back anymore. Asking my sister if a doujinshi was okay was too embarrassing. "How about we each pick one once?" My sister saw that I seemed to be having trouble handling it, so she blushed. "Okay," I suggested. "One shameful play per person seems acceptable

." "Um... what about this one, brother?"

My sister, with her eyes closed, pulled a notebook from the pile and asked me. "..." I glanced at the notebook with "mature mother" written on the cover... Oh no, I want to die! My sister, seeing my lack of reaction, secretly opened her eyes and looked at the notebook in her hand... Hmm, no maid or sibling stories... It should be okay to put it on my side... Something doesn't feel right. "Um, let's leave this one for now," my sister asked hesitantly in a low voice...

"Hmm... let's leave it for now."

I didn't know what expression to make.

"Um, brother, what about this one?" my sister said,

her eyes darting around.

"Oh... okay... um, sister, what about this one?"

I took out a notebook with a cover featuring a little girl wearing a collar and asked my sister, "That one... I don't know what's inside... so... so..." Wait... do I need to check the contents too?

Ultimately, this seemingly sibling-like act of mutual torment ended without resolution because my sister's phone rang. "Excuse me, are you Eromanga-sensei?" "

...Yes, it's me,"

my sister hesitated, after all, she didn't know who Eromanga-sensei was. But since the caller was calling her, it must be her, right? The room was quiet, and I could hear the voice on the other end of the phone... "Eromanga-sensei?" Why is my package calling my sister's phone again? Didn't it usually send a text message directly to my phone?

Why is it that these past few times... Wait, I took out my phone, opened my text messages, and scrolled through them page by page, searching for the phone number from the delivery guy's previous messages. "Here's a package for you. Are you free to pick it up now?" "Um, wait a minute, what should I say if my brother has a package?" My sister asked, clutching her phone, somewhat bewildered.

"Just have him put the package in the delivery box,"

I replied while scrolling through the messages. I quickly found the number of the delivery guy I'd texted before and called him back. "Oh, okay, just put the package in the delivery box." "No problem, bye." *Ring ring ring * Suddenly, another phone

rang in my sister's room. "Strange, why is there a phone in my room?" My sister looked puzzled and found a phone charging in the corner of the room. The long-standing question was finally answered: why was everything fine when I sent ordinary packages, but every time I bought something with explicit content, my sister would find out and humiliate me? Ah, so that's it! "So it was you, you bad guy, who changed the delivery number and always went to pick up the packages before me! No wonder I always got caught!" As for me, after discovering the truth, my face contorted with rage because of my sister's past actions. "Um, brother, you...how could you..." My sister looked at me strangely, holding the phone. "It's nothing...this is my old phone. I thought I'd lost it, but it's with you." I tried my best to appear normal, but my face was still unavoidably distorted. "Oh, oh...I see...I'm sorry...I...I forgot. Here, brother, it's back to you." My sister was a little startled, after all, the phone was found in her room...and it was her brother's phone. She quickly shoved the phone into my hand, saying guiltily, "Um, brother, I'm going to pick up the package." Thinking the package might contain something suggestive, my sister took advantage of my grabbing the phone and dashed out. "Okay...go ahead." I stared absentmindedly at the phone in my hand. Wait a minute... my sister went out alone! Although it was just near the community's delivery locker, what if she got lost? She still has amnesia! I shoved my phone into my pocket... Hmm!! There's something in my pocket—my sister's underwear. Now's not the time to think about that. I quickly chased after her, but my sister was already gone. She went to the delivery locker and got the package. It was a bag, and inside the bag was a small thing about the size of a plate. My sister squeezed the middle of the package—a round ring? What is this? Isn't it a comic book? What did I buy before? My sister opened the package with some confusion. A red leather pet leash collar, about two fingers wide... Strange, why would I buy this before? Do I even have a pet? Because it took me a while to get the keys and lock the door, I finally ran over, panting. I saw my sister standing on the road with a puzzled look on her face, holding the pet collar a friend had asked me to buy. My sister looked at me, then at the collar, then at herself, and then her face suddenly changed! I took my sister home. On the way, I was thinking about how to get the pet collar back from her. After all, it was bought for someone else. A friend has a pet dog, and I planned to give the collar to her as a birthday gift. Because I was worried about the time, I bought it half a month in advance. Now it's in my sister's hands, and she seems to think she bought it herself. She even suddenly asked me if she could have a dog... Although it's normal to want a dog after seeing a collar, the problem is that there was a large dog attack in our area before, so large dogs are not allowed here anymore. "Sister, although you seem to really like that (dog)... but..." I looked at my sister, who was sitting on the stool without saying a word after we got home, and found it difficult to speak. My sister seemed really eager to get a dog, almost to the point of tears. And this was the first time she'd ever asked me about something so purposefully… She opened her mouth a few times, trying to think of something, but ultimately lowered her head, her expression somewhat gloomy. "Well, little sister, it's not impossible if you want one," I said, looking at her longing eyes and slightly disappointed expression. Hmm… okay, my heart softened. I changed the subject and brought up the dog, since the regulations only prohibited large breeds, small dogs should be allowed, right? "Even though I bought it… but… but… I didn't actually have that idea," my sister stammered, perhaps worried about the regulations, and started trying to persuade me, saying that it wasn't… she didn't want me to look like that… "But we've already bought it, it'd be a shame not to use it... And I can tell you really want one (a dog), right?" It seems my sister really wants a dog, even though she does, she's still considering my feelings... Fine, one collar is nothing, I can just buy another one. My friend's birthday is still a long way off, and I can't force her to give me this, since it was her first request. "But this really won't do... and I really want one... it's embarrassing... what if someone sees us... and it won't do." My sister's face turned even redder, probably thinking about how it wouldn't be good to secretly have a dog. So cute. "Actually, it's not impossible, as long as we don't get caught." Seeing how much my sister really wanted a dog... I wanted a dog, but since it's against the rules, I was considering giving up on the idea. I thought of a solution and reached out to take the collar from my sister's hand. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Without being noticed..." My sister seemed shocked by my words, not even noticing I took the collar. "It's definitely hard to avoid being noticed, since we have to take it for walks." I thought, fiddling with the collar as I spoke to my sister. "What?! Walk! Walk! Walk!" My sister's face turned bright red. "Yeah, walk. And when we take it outside, we can let it poop and stuff. Sister, you're not just thinking of keeping it at home, are you? That won't do. We can take it for walks at night." I looked at my sister, who seemed about to faint, with a puzzled expression. Isn't it normal to take a dog for walks? "This...this...brother, I can't accept this." The younger sister's face flushed and she felt a little dizzy... Her brother had discovered that she had bought a collar, discussed how to train her, and even took the collar away. This...this was too exciting! "Can't it be at night? But it's not good during the day, is it?" I looked at my sister with some difficulty. After all, the regulations said that large dogs were not allowed to be kept, but taking a small dog out for a walk during the day seemed a bit like going against the rules. "White!! White!! During the day..." "That's right. Taking a pet out for a walk in the sunlight during the day, wouldn't it be terrible if someone you know saw it?" "..." The younger sister looked at me, who said such terrible things without changing her expression, and didn't know what expression to make. "But it's too early to talk about these things now. Let's try on the collar first." "Try on the collar too!!!!" The younger sister was a little incredulous. I handed the collar to the younger sister and looked at her strangely.

"We definitely need to try things out before buying them, right? Are there any problems?" "Really... okay?" My sister, somewhat resigned, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and reluctantly took the collar. I saw her turn around and walk back to where I had been. When I looked back, I saw her blushing as she put on the collar... What's going on? "So... you thought I was just discussing..." I looked speechlessly at my sister, who was still sitting there with the collar around her neck and one rope dangling to the ground. "Brother said he wanted to take a walk... and not be seen by others..." "It's fine as long as you find out... He even said it would be terrible if someone he knows saw us..." The younger sister's voice trailed off. "I meant the dog!" "

Really... what a strange misunderstanding

." Anyway... it's all my brother's fault for being so unclear... making me... put the collar... around my neck." The younger sister blushed and awkwardly turned her head away. "No normal person would put that around their neck, right?" "It's... it's all because my brother told me to try it... I... I put it on." The younger sister argued softly. "I only brought it up because I said so, what kind of explanation is that?" It's all because of that awful notebook in your room that you've become so strange. Everything in your room is going to be confiscated! I got up to leave. "Brother! Don't go yet, I can explain!"

My sister saw me going upstairs to raid her house and rushed over, clinging to my waist like an octopus. "Hey!! What are you doing? Let go!" I felt my sister's softness... Now is not the time to think about this. "Brother, I won't let go until you hear my explanation!" Hearing me say that, my sister not only didn't let go but gripped even tighter.

"Let go, my pants are going to be..." "You pulled it down!"

Because my sister's upper body weight was all on my pants... I quickly grabbed my pants with one hand and tried to pull my sister away with the other. In my haste to pull her away, I grabbed the rope on the collar around her neck. My sister, in pain, let go of my hand. Because her neck had been pulled and she no longer had me for support, she could only fall to the ground, clutching her neck and starting to cough... Okay, it seems my sister and I are in a bit of a mess right now. "Okay, explain yourself." "Cough cough cough, brother, what's bulging in your pocket?" "..." My pocket?? "My pocket is just... "

At night, on a deserted roadside, a man and a girl in a trench coat were walking. "Um... Brother, do you really want to do this?" the girl said nervously, following behind the man.

"Think about it, the model student everyone admires, suddenly wearing only a collar and completely naked like a puppy being led around on the roadside, that would definitely be interesting, right?" The man turned around with a smug look and deliberately said this to the trembling girl in the trench coat. "Brother... maybe... forget it... I... let's go home." The girl felt her rationality melting at the thought of this actually happening. "Oh—you're only backing out now? But—if you didn't want to do this in the first place, why aren't you wearing anything under your clothes, my dear sister?" The man, whom the girl called brother, said with a sneer, uttering extreme words that made the girl feel ashamed, and stepped forward to rip open the trench coat. Clutching the buttons of her trench coat, the girl was unbelievably naked from the waist down. She let out a whimper and crouched down shyly. The man called "brother" ignored her cries, nonchalantly saying, "If you keep yelling that loud, maybe people walking around will come and see, or maybe you'll find it more exciting?" "You were the one who said you wanted a dog, and you even bought the collar yourself. Unfortunately, our neighborhood doesn't allow dogs, so I can only reluctantly let you, my lovely little sister, be the dog." The brother teased his sister as he pulled a collar from his pocket and fastened it to his shy, crouching sister. The girl could only sob as her brother put the collar on her. "Alright, all done!" The brother happily tugged at the collar's rope. "Anyway, my lovely little bitch, let's go for a walk." The girl felt incredibly shy; the cold wind blowing against her fair skin made her skin tingle. "Goosebumps!" "If you're a dog, how can you walk on two legs?! Get down here!" The brother, annoyed that his sister had one hand covering her chest and the other her lower body, yanked hard on her collar. The sister stumbled and fell to the ground. Unable to resist, the girl could only crawl on the ground like a dog, tears streaming down her face. "Good girl. Little bitch, pee! You drank a lot of water before you left, you must be feeling really uncomfortable now." After walking his sister for a while, the brother, looking satisfied, bent down and patted his sister's bare bottom, saying something that made the girl feel utterly ashamed. "Brother, please... ah, uh, no... no... peeing on the roadside... this kind of thing... this kind of thing..." Hearing her brother's request, the sister's eyes widened in shock, staring at her brother in disbelief. Under her brother's serious expression, she bit her lip hard. "Sister, do you want to pee under the streetlight instead of under the big tree?" The brother tugged at his sister's neck. The brother, deliberately misinterpreting his sister's words with a troubled expression, said, "There seem to be quite a few thugs under the streetlights, but since it's my sister's idea..." He grabbed his sister's collar and tried to pull her to a streetlight not far ahead. "No...no...brother, I...I...I pee!" The girl's face turned red.

At this moment, some people who had finished their night run and were resting and chatting under the streetlights nearby seemed to be looking in their direction. "Oh no, sister, hurry up and finish!" The brother tugged at his sister's collar and began to urge her.

"Soon...soon..."

The girl, her face still red, tried to suppress her embarrassment while straining.

Because of nervousness and shyness, her legs began to tremble.

Although she was very embarrassed, after slowly urinating, she felt a sense of relief. She felt that urinating on the roadside at night actually made her body slowly warm up...warm up... The girl woke up with a flushed face...

It was just a dream

. Wait, I wet the bed??

Early in the morning, my younger sister changed into her maid outfit and started cleaning. First, she washed the sheets, then hung the blankets out to dry. Because of the strange dream she had yesterday, she actually wet the bed. "Um... good morning, little sister," I greeted my sister, who was wearing a maid outfit and carrying the sheets.

"Hmph,"

my sister glanced at me, blushed, and then snorted angrily, carrying the sheets past me to the laundry room... Well, it seems my sister is still angry about yesterday... After all, finding your underwear in your brother's pocket would make anyone angry... I'll find a chance to apologize properly. My sister took a few deep breaths, carried the sheets into the washing machine. The blankets were already dried, and all that was left was to wash the sheets and duvet cover so no one would find out. It's all because of yesterday's dream, it's all my brother's fault, my sister thought about yesterday's strange dream. "My sister's face was flushed, and she was walking around naked with a collar..." "That little sister... yesterday... I can explain..." I quietly followed behind her, wanting to explain what happened yesterday, but she didn't seem to appreciate it. "Hey, hey, hey... you... you... brother, what are you doing here?! Get out, get out..." My sister, lost in thought, was startled by my sudden appearance and instinctively tried to shoo me away. "You pervert who wants to make your sister pee naked!" Seeing that I wouldn't leave despite her pushing, she blushed and blurted out a string of curses. "???" I was completely confused. Okay, being a pervert and taking my sister's underwear was a bit much, but there was a reason for that. But what the heck was this about making her pee naked? Was it the time the ties were tied in a knot?

"Get out, get out, you idiot hentai urus!"

My sister realized she'd accidentally let something slip and, afraid I'd press her for an explanation, blushed furiously and panicked even more. "Okay, okay, I'll go out now." Seeing how anxious she seemed, I figured I should wait and apologize later. Now wasn't a good time to apologize. Yesterday, in my pocket...? My pocket had your panties in it, didn't it? Although I really wanted to say it so confidently, "Okay...it's nothing, nothing important." After a brief silence, I put one hand in my pocket and kneaded the soft fabric, saying something somewhat insincerely. "...Something's suspicious." My sister looked at me suspiciously.

"Ahem, what you just..."

You said you wanted me to explain... Go ahead, "

My sister's gaze made me a little uncomfortable, and I awkwardly tried to distract her." Okay... Actually... wait, it's still very suspicious. Brother, what's in your pocket?! "You didn't steal my underwear again, did you?" "Don't suddenly pounce on me!" My sister suddenly pounced on me again, hugging my leg and insisting on seeing what was in my pocket. I covered my pocket with one hand and grabbed the rope with the other, trying to pull her away quickly. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" My sister had difficulty breathing as I pulled on the collar around her neck. She let go, tears welling in her eyes, rubbing her neck as she looked at me. "Sister, listen to me... This is what happened..." "It might sound a bit strange to you, but this is what I was thinking at the time." I pulled my sister's underwear out of my pocket and told her with difficulty that I found her underwear after lifting the blanket in her room. Because I was worried that she would be embarrassed if she saw it, I hid it before she saw it to avoid her embarrassment. "You mean you were afraid that I would be embarrassed if you saw my underwear, so you hid my underwear before I saw it to avoid my embarrassment?" "My sister looked at me with a 'Are you kidding me?' expression. It might sound a bit creepy, but that's exactly what I thought at the time." I forced myself to say something that even I, let alone my sister, didn't believe. "Pervert...pervert!" My sister said this to me with a look of utter disbelief

. Hey, you're sitting on the floor with a collar around your neck—you have absolutely no right to say something like that!!! That's it,

my authority in front of my sister is gone.

My sister ran upstairs with a thud. I reached out my hand, trying to get my sister to stop. I'm not a pervert... well, maybe a little. I sat down in the downstairs living room, dejected. I'd originally wanted to get along better with my sister, but after a while, a pair of fair, delicate legs came into view—my sister's feet. "Um... perverted brother... I can't take the... collar off by myself," my sister said softly, her face flushed and avoiding my gaze. She played with the rope attached to the collar as she spoke. Because the collar was tied around her neck, and because she wasn't familiar with it, and because pet collars were designed with the possibility of dogs removing them themselves, she couldn't take it off by herself. Although she was very shy... "I was home alone, and my sister still asked me for help in the end..." Everyone says there's a reason. I scratched my face a little embarrassed. "You're so far away, I can't help you open it." "Oh, I see..." My sister thought about it and it seemed to make sense. So she squatted down in front of me, holding the rope attached to the collar with one hand and pointing to the collar around her neck with the other. "Ahem, the opening of that collar is behind you." I turned my head awkwardly, because of the angle, I could clearly see my sister's upper body from the collar. "Oh... what should I do?" My sister also realized that the angle was a bit inappropriate. "

How about you lie on my lap?"

"..."

"Compared to what you see with your eyes, do you prefer to feel with your body, you perverted brother? Ouch!" After a brief silence, my sister said something outrageous. Seeing my sister getting more and more outrageous, I couldn't help but give her a chop to the neck. "Ouch!!" "What are you doing, you perverted brother?" My sister looked at me with a dissatisfied expression... Is she going through a rebellious phase?

"You're much more perverted than me! Doing weird things in your brother's room while he's sleeping, you perverted sister!" I looked at my sister, who was now accusing me first, speechless. "Okay, okay... please stop... I... I've always been like this, you can't blame only me, right?" My sister awkwardly propped herself up on my lap with her hands. "If you don't want people to talk, then don't do such weird things. Because of you, I haven't been sleeping well, and I'm still really sleepy." I yawned. "Okay... I'm sorry... So... why do you always put my underwear in your pocket, you perverted brother?" My sister apologized to me somewhat hesitantly, then put her hands down and lay directly on my lap, swinging her little legs as she asked me questions. Hmm, my sister's breasts are very soft. "It's because some perverted sister always leaves her underwear lying around." I rolled my eyes at my sister, annoyed.

"Hmph—you have a point. Ouch, that hurts!" "Be gentle," my sister cried out, a little pained by my loosening of her collar. "It's all because of your swaying!" I said, holding her down and gently swaying her fair neck as I carefully unhooked the collar; it was too tight. "Hey, brother, do you really like taking my underwear that much...? If you're not doing anything weird, you can just ask me for it." "...Say something strange again. Okay, I've unhooked it." I unhooked the collar from my sister's neck.

"I'm serious. If you really...really want it, you can just ask me for it, but...but don't put it in your pocket. It feels weird in your pocket..." My sister, lying on my lap, suddenly turned and looked at me seriously. "..."

I gave my sister, who was becoming increasingly absurd, a sharp chop to the neck. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" "I'm angry!" My sister, after I choked her on the head, stood angrily with her hands on her chest, though this posture on my lap didn't exactly exude any power. "You perverted sister, even if you really wanted it, I would have gotten it myself. Okay, now get up and go tidy up the room." I patted her bottom to make her get up and handed her the collar. "Hmph! I'm angry!" My sister, angrily rubbing her bottom after I rejected her kindness, walked away somewhat unhappily. Was it because my actions were a bit too frivolous??? ...Okay, maybe she's

not really angry anymore.

"Even if you really wanted it, I would have gotten it myself." To be able to say such perverted things so openly to your target, you truly are my perverted brother. I'm impressed with you. My sister stood at the top of the stairs, hands on her hips, looking down at me and praising me, though something felt off. "I didn't! I didn't!" "Don't talk nonsense!" I hurriedly denied it!!!!

Hmph, denial is useless, but perverted brother, my promise still stands! My sister crossed her arms and shook her collar with one hand. "

Okay, my sister's rebellious phase is over, she's directly transitioned to her chuunibyou phase

." I'll confiscate those notebooks in your room.

Thinking back to before my sister lost her memory, although she always mocked me, at least she was a graceful lady. Now my sister has completely let herself go, it's all those notebooks' fault. Hey!! Hey!! Hey!! "My sister's face changed when she heard my words, and she scrambled back to her room and locked the door. Hand over the notebooks!" I shouted at my sister through the door while banging on it.

"No way, no way, brother is a pervert too!"

"Hey!!!" " That's too much!"

"Hehehe, the ring is mine, they take it from us, it's my preclous. The idiots, the idiots, hahahaha!" The younger sister let out a strange, ambiguous laugh from behind the door. "..."

After that, to protect her doujinshi, the younger sister didn't leave her room again from the afternoon onwards. The story continues from the younger sister's dream. Early in the morning, the younger sister changed into a maid outfit and started cleaning,

but for some reason, she suddenly seemed to be in a bad mood and got angry with me. Was it because of yesterday? It shouldn't be. I was also told I was in the way when I went into the laundry room and was kicked out... It seems she's really angry, although I don't really know why she's angry. But after the younger sister finished washing the sheets, she suddenly seemed to stop being angry...???

Things are a bit strange... Could it be because... her period??

" "Um, brother... could you help me buy something online?" For some reason, the younger sister, who was no longer angry, suddenly asked me this question while eating.

"Sure, what do you want to buy?"

I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed my sister seemed to have suddenly returned to normal. A friend told me that his girlfriend was a completely different person during her period, and incredibly fierce. "Great! Um... actually, I wanted to buy a few more maid outfits. It's hard to wash one if it gets dirty, and I don't even remember where I bought this one..." My sister exclaimed happily when I agreed, but then her mood dipped again. "...It's okay... Um, why did you suddenly think of buying maid outfits?" Her unstable mood suggested she really was on her period. I asked cautiously. "Well, I'm used to wearing maid outfits at home... and you probably like me in maid outfits too, right, brother?" My sister started speaking shyly in a low voice, then started making some shocking statements. "No, don't talk nonsense!" I quickly denied it. Although my sister did look good in maid outfits, her words made me sound like a pervert. "I'm not talking nonsense! I always call you Master, and you've never denied it, you know. A young girl, and one with blood..." "The thing about my sister, who's related to me by marriage, wearing a maid outfit and calling me 'master'—I actually feel pretty good about it, right...?" The sister stood up, twirled around, leaned forward, and said this with a sneer, as if she could see right through me. "Cough cough cough! Stop! Stop! This is getting more and more outrageous!" Okay, I choked on my sister's words and quickly stopped the conversation before she could spout even more outrageous nonsense. "Hmph hmph hmph," the sister seemed intrigued by the amusing expression she gave me because of her words. The amusing younger sister, with a victorious air, sat back down with a delighted expression. "Actually, I was planning to buy it with my own account,"

she said, pushing the bowl aside and resting her chin on her hand as she looked at me. Under the table, her right foot, clad in white stockings, dangled off its shoe and rested on her left, swaying back and forth against me. "Sister, are you playing with fire?"...

I said speechlessly, bending down and pinching her restless little foot. The younger sister, not expecting me to bend down and pinch her foot, couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Because her foot was being pinched, she weakly struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. A soft moan? ??? "What the hell is this?!" This is a pervert! He actually grabbed his sister's foot under the table without batting an eye while they were eating, without even flinching! His sister didn't expect me to actually touch her, and she clearly heard her moan. She blushed and started accusing me. "..." His sister, blushing, tried to pull her foot away. "

Okay, even though I'm a smooth talker, I get incredibly shy with the slightest physical contact..." "Ahem, you were the one who touched my foot first! I won't let go until you apologize!" His sister, who hadn't managed to pull her foot away, grabbed her ankle with one hand and started tickling her sole with the other. "Um, brother, let go! It tickles! Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" His sister tried to kick my hand away with her other foot, but after a few attempts, she had no choice but to admit her mistake. Seeing that she had admitted her mistake, I let go. Before releasing her, I squeezed her little foot hard. "Mmm, soft and silky smooth." "You know you were wrong, right? By the way, you just said 'your own number'..." "?" I rubbed my nose, "Mmm, smells so good." "It's...it's...it's that Eromanga Sensei account. Seriously, to actually use force to make my sister submit, as a brother, you're really something!" My sister glared at me, annoyed. "...If it's the password to Eromanga Sensei's account...I know." "Okay, it's true that hitting someone because my sister teased me was a bit inappropriate, so I awkwardly changed the subject." "Brother, you...you know my account password???" My sister looked at me like I was a pervert. "How do you know my account password?!" "...Because the password to Eromanga Sensei's account...is my birthday." "Eh!!" "But...why...why is my password...your birthday? That's so weird..." My sister seemed to be thinking about something, her face getting redder and redder as she spoke. "..."

I looked at my sister speechlessly. Isn't it normal to use your own birthday as the password for your account?

"Okay... then I'll just buy it myself, brother. Don't bother me. I don't know if there's enough money in the card." The younger sister turned her head away a little shyly, her legs still. "Actually... that account is linked to my bank card too... it should be enough for a few clothes." "Eh!!!... why... why is my account linked to your bank card?" The younger sister held her head, feeling a little dizzy... This doesn't make sense. Did I... always rely on my brother for money?

"Ahem, well, that's not important. I'll buy it for you after you finish eating."

Sensing my sister was digging deeper and might give herself away, I quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, okay, big brother, eat more."

Confused about what kind of person she used to be, my sister, feeling a little dizzy, ate her meal while holding her head. After finishing, she cleaned up the dishes as usual and washed them. "Your room or mine?"

I asked, waving my hand at my sister who still seemed a bit dazed. "Oh!! Let's go... let's go to my room." My sister, still a little confused, felt embarrassed, after all, she used her brother's birthday as a password and... "I feel a little shy about buying things with the money in my card..." "Um...brother," my sister suddenly stopped at her doorway.

"Did you forget your keys again?"

I asked, looking at my sister who had stopped abruptly for some reason

. "No, no, I have my keys. Um...my underwear is in the bottom right drawer of the wardrobe. If you want my worn underwear...well...there's nothing I can do." My sister mustered her courage and blushed as she suddenly said to me, "...Actually, I prefer worn stockings." "Stockings???" "Yes."

"The white kind?"

"Not necessarily."

"Are worn ones better than unworn ones???" Hearing my answer,

my sister "Ouch!! But...but brother, you've taken my underwear so many times!" She covered her head, looking at her brother who had rejected her kindness, and said somewhat aggrievedly. "There's a reason for that," I tried weakly to explain that I wasn't a pervert who liked to take my sister's underwear. "Just greedy?" "...I'll take them all!" "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong. Wasn't it just lust?" Seeing that I was about to threaten to confiscate the collection again, the younger sister quickly stopped her teasing. She took out the key from the front pocket of her maid outfit, opened her room door, and immediately closed it. I, who was right behind her, bumped into her. "Ouch!" "Eh!!!!!" The younger sister was squeezed against the door by my bump. I quickly grabbed the door with both hands to prevent myself from being pressed against it. Of course, because it happened so suddenly, part of my body was still inevitably pressed against the younger sister's back. In short, the position was terrible. "Brother, you're too close." Feeling uncomfortable being squeezed between the door and me, the younger sister pushed me away forcefully. "...Why did you suddenly close the door again?" I took two steps back and looked at the younger sister who was bent over and pressed against the door... "Um, brother, let's go to your room." The younger sister rubbed her shoulder and turned to me. "Huh?" "I washed the sheets this morning because the weather was nice, so the room is a bit messy now." "...Oh, okay." I glanced at the somewhat gloomy sky outside the window. Although it was a little strange, I decided not to press the matter. I turned around and walked straight to my room. My sister, seeing that I didn't ask any questions, breathed a sigh of relief, clutching her chest, and then followed closely behind me. I sat down at my computer desk and turned on the computer. I turned around and saw my sister had moved a stool over and was sitting next to me, looking at the monitor with a little excitement. Well, no matter how old a woman is, she's always happy when she's shopping. The computer automatically logged into the chat software. "It's started, right? You're searching for maid outfits, right?" I opened the online shopping website and looked back at my sister. "Yes, yes."

My sister, one hand propped on the back of her computer chair, leaned forward, staring intently at the monitor, trying to get a better look. I typed "maid outfit" into the search bar... "...

"

Most of the results were women in revealing maid outfits. While I knew the market for maid outfits as a form of sex toy was quite large, I hadn't expected most of the results to be like this... " *cough*" I forced myself to scroll down a few pages, and the vast majority of the results showed shops selling transparent maid outfits, some even just women wearing aprons. "Why are these the kinds of things that come up when I search for maid outfits...?" My sister covered her face, too embarrassed to look. "Well... because nowadays, maid outfits are mostly used as a form of sex toy. Before that, some people would play around with it for a while, so... that market is bigger... Of course, yours is different, it's a personal hobby, right?" Okay, what did I just say? Seriously explaining to my sister that maid outfits are actually a form of sex toy?

"Personal hobby?"

After hearing what I said,

my sister became even more embarrassed. Seeing that she didn't ask anything more, I continued searching... As I scrolled down, I saw women shamelessly wearing only aprons or stockings. "Well, brother, let me find it myself," my sister said, quickly telling me to stop when I continued scrolling and started seeing naked aprons. I stopped, somewhat regretfully. "Then you do it," I said, stepping aside to let her find it herself. "

Um... I mean, I'll go to my room... find it myself. Um, brother, could you just tell me my account password?" my sister stammered, avoiding looking at the monitor. "That's fine," I said.

I thought about it and realized it wasn't convenient for my sister to be in her room, so I took out a pen and paper from the table and wrote down my account password for her. My sister thanked me profusely and left with the note. After she left, I continued reading. A little while later, my QQ secondary account notified me that I had been logged in from another location. "What???"

A little while later, my QQ alt account notified me that I had been logged in from another location

. "What?!"

My account was logged in from another location... I quickly moved the mouse over to log in again... Wait, okay, I think I know why. The account I just wrote to my sister was registered with this account. I guess, probably, maybe, my sister logged into this account. Now I've lost two accounts at once. I'm a bit of a headache. This alt account is the one I use to play games. I hope my sister hasn't changed the password. My sister looked at the QQ account that only had a few groups added and an anime avatar. She was just looking at the purely numeric account and subconsciously wanted to try it out, but she actually logged in directly. This is probably the second account she usually uses to hide the fact that she's an otaku. My sister thought to herself, a little lost in thought. But that's not important. There's plenty of time to check later. Let's buy something first. My sister opened the website and started searching with some hesitation. Why are there so many shameless things?!

Wearing only an apron or just white stockings, how dare they call themselves maids?! "I need to apologize to all the maids in the world! I was wearing a perfectly normal maid outfit! I checked my purchase history and couldn't find any maid outfit. Did I delete it? This is troublesome. I glanced at the time and it's already so late!

The younger sister looked at the wind picking up and the sky turning gloomy. It looks like it's about to rain... Hmm, thunder... Thunder should... turn off the computer... right? It should... that's right. I should tell my brother too. I remember... playing on the computer in the rain is... dangerous." She rubbed her aching temples. She felt like she'd forgotten something. Oh well, it's probably not important. She'd cook first and look for it later tonight. She went to her brother's and told him to turn off the computer. "Brother, it looks like it's going to rain. It'd be best to turn off the computer." "Oh, okay." She felt like... she'd forgotten something... Was the food in the fridge almost gone? I think there should still be some... but I'll go buy some with my brother tomorrow. Even though I remember the way, I'm a little scared to go alone. It rained heavily today, and my sister forgot to air out the blankets. I forgot too. When I finally remembered, it was after dinner, when the rain had stopped. "Uh... they're all soaked!" I looked at the blankets hanging in front of me and reached out to give them a squeeze.

"Um... I... I forgot!"

My sister stood behind me, looking flustered and almost crying. Okay, she finally remembered what she'd forgotten, even though it was a bit late. "Um... don't be sad, it's okay. I forget things all the time too." I scratched my head at the blankets in front of me. "Let's take the sheets and duvet cover to wash again." "As for the quilt..." I squeezed the cotton core, which had been soaked by the rain. "Let's just hang it up for now. Hey, little sister, go get a bucket to put it in." "Oh! Oh! A bucket? I'll get it right away." The little sister seemed to have done something wrong. Although I didn't scold her, she was still a bit down, feeling like a useless maid. Hearing what I said, she hurriedly ran to get the bucket. I had a bit of a headache because the weather had warmed up, but it was still a bit cold because of the rain. The thin quilts at home, besides the one I was using now, were all quite thick. We still had sheets, but the thin quilts seemed pretty useless. "Oh well, I'll go buy one later." I took off my shirt, took off the sheet, wrung it out, and put it aside. At that moment, the little sister came over with the bucket. I threw the sheets and duvet covers, which I had already wrung out to remove excess water, into the bucket, picked up the bucket, and headed downstairs. My sister wanted to help carry it, but I stopped her because I hadn't wrung them out very hard; the sheets were still quite wet, and the bucket was actually quite heavy. However, my sister seemed even more depressed. I threw the sheets into the washing machine and started spinning it. At this point, my sister, who hadn't been able to help at all, finally couldn't help but cry. "...Does brother think I'm useless?" My sister clutched the hem of her maid outfit, her head bowed, her voice trembling with tears.

"Eh!" "I didn't think that way, don't overthink it."

I sensed something was wrong with my sister's mood and quickly denied

it. She ignored me, took a few unsteady steps, and sat down in front of the washing machine with her knees drawn up to her chest. I'd never seen my sister so dejected before. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were our breathing and the sound of the washing machine. "...Brother thinks so too, right?" "She really cares about how her brother sees her..." "What kind of person was I in her brother's eyes before?" My sister tilted her head, looking at me. "Although I have some understanding of what kind of person I was before, I've never asked my brother. I still want to know what kind of person he thinks of me." My sister is "an excellent person in every sense of the word." She's very smart, beautiful, and has excellent grades. She learns everything very quickly, has a sharp mind, and can easily achieve what I struggle to attain even with all my effort. I applied to my current school because it's the best school nearby, while my sister, although choosing the same school, did so simply because it's close by. People are different, and I understand this principle... From a very young age, I witnessed my younger sister's intelligence, beauty, confidence, and composure. Almost any word of praise used to describe her never felt wrong. "What kind of person are you in my eyes...?" Looking at my sister's somewhat timid eyes, I decided to tell the truth. "Well, sister, you used to be... well, how should I put it, a very outstanding person." I hesitated before asking her, "Outstanding??"

My sister seemed confused by my somewhat vague description. "You're smarter than me, very pretty, and have excellent grades, no matter what..." "You learn everything so quickly, you're so bright!" "Pfft, well... I know myself best, how could I be as good as you say?" My sister burst out laughing at my words. And let me tell you, her laugh was really beautiful; she even seemed a little embarrassed by my praise. "It's true, sister, you really are exceptional, incredibly talented." Seeing her somewhat incredulous expression, I felt a little helpless. After all, she was truly too perfect; things that would be praiseworthy on an ordinary person were commonplace on her. "Um... don't you have any flaws?" my sister asked cautiously.

"Her flaws... well, they're a bit hard to talk about. If I had to point out a flaw, it would be her terrible personality." I thought back to how my sister used to be quite normal with everyone else, but she wasn't very friendly to me. Her personality was indeed awful; she often mocked me. "Um... terrible personality..." My sister blushed slightly and glanced at me. "

Why are you blushing? "

Then we fell silent again.

"Um... brother, I've always wanted to know why I like wearing maid outfits?" "!!!!" "Although I've noticed a lot of maid-themed things in my room, I still don't understand why I like maid outfits... do you know why, brother?" "Dog-shu-jin-sama, are you going to do housework first? Or study first? Or perhaps go to work and earn money first?" "Brother??" My sister looked at me with concern as I suddenly drifted off into thought. I couldn't help but think of my sister who used to be so domineering and who was now so pitiful and anxious, like an abandoned puppy. Was what I did to my sister during these past few days of amnesia really fair?

I hesitated, wondering whether to tell my sister the truth.

Just then, the washing machine stopped.

I looked at it, having already washed the sheets and blankets, and then stopped.

"Um... how do you select the spin-dry function on a washing machine?" "Um..." I looked at my sister. "I really don't know how to use the washing machine. I only know to put the clothes in, press start, and then it automatically washes them. Then how do you spin-dry them...?" Okay, I don't use it much and have absolutely no idea. I blushed a little. "Hehehe, so you were stunned because you didn't know how to select the spin-dry function, brother?" my sister said. Seeing my helplessness with the washing machine, I inexplicably started laughing. "Um, brother, I think I know why I used to like maids. Anyway, Master, please go out first, I'll leave this to you." Without another word, my sister pushed me out. "Eh?? What...?"

I panicked a bit as my sister, now in a better mood, chased me out.

"Actually, you didn't like maids before..." "Ah!!!! Brother, what's wrong with you!!!" I heard a woman's voice.

My body feels so heavy... my head hurts so much... my chest feels so heavy... Is someone pressing down on me?

"Waaaaah, brother, don't die!"

I struggled to open my eyes, and it felt like someone was pressing against my chest. "Ugh..." I groaned in pain as my chest was being pressed down.

"Brother, wait for me! I'm going to call an ambulance right away! Don't die!" I opened my eyes with difficulty, and a girl radiating light looked at me with teary eyes. I... I think I saw an angel. "Um, does your head still hurt?"

A male doctor in a white coat asked me, holding up the examination report.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"By the way, do you remember me? We met just a few days ago." "...I don't remember." I looked at the doctor seriously and thought for a moment, but I really couldn't remember who this person was. "Hmm...I roughly understand the situation. You should rest for a bit. I remember you're his sister, right? Let's go outside and talk." The doctor said this to the woman who had been beside me since I woke up, and then left the ward. "Doctor...I'm his sister. Is my brother alright?"

The girl who had been with me since I woke up looked at the doctor nervously. She was my sister. "Is there a family history of amnesia?" "Uh...I don't remember."

"...It's okay, I was just asking."

"His body is fine, but he must have hit his head when he fell down the stairs, and he probably... has amnesia." "Amnesia too...?" the younger sister murmured, repeating.

"It's probably amnesia, but it's not uncommon. It's not rare for people with head injuries to experience amnesia, and it shouldn't affect his recovery." "Is there any way to make him remember what he forgot?" "Um... there's no particularly effective method. He can only recover on his own. You probably understand this, but letting him reconnect with his past experiences should help his recovery. Even if he doesn't remember the past, it will help him rebuild his common sense. Your brother has been checked and there are no other problems besides amnesia, so he can be discharged directly." "I see... thank you." "Thank you, Dr. Xie." My sister was a little disappointed, but she forced herself to cheer up and thank the doctor. I was discharged that afternoon. "Brother, look at this photo. This is Mom, and this is Dad." My sister sat next to me, holding her phone, pointing to the people in the photos on her phone. "Um... okay, this is Mom, and this is Dad. I remember. But... sister, why are you suddenly wearing a maid outfit?" I found it hard to look at my sister. In fact, after we got home, she kept muttering about something familiar. Then she left me in the entryway and rushed back to her room to change into a maid outfit before coming out again. "Brother, 'familiar things' probably refers to things you encounter often, right?" My sister scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly. "Um... I guess so."

The doctor had indeed mentioned... Touching familiar things helps restore memories. Even if you don't remember the past, it helps rebuild common sense. "If I wear clothes I used to wear at home, they should be familiar clothes, right?" my sister explained, blushing. "..." "

Okay, you're right. But why would my sister wearing a maid outfit be something familiar to me? Even though I have amnesia, rebuilding common sense based on this is definitely abnormal." "Anyway... the doctor said that touching familiar things helps you restore your memories, brother. Oh, right, brother, I didn't call you 'brother' at home. I usually called you... 'brother m...master'..." "M...master cough cough cough..." I choked on my sister's sudden revelation.

"Stop! Stop!" "Stop! Nobody lets their sister wear a maid outfit and call them 'Master' at home. It looks weird no matter how you look at it!" I crossed my arms in a pause gesture. "But...but this is how it is at home. Maid outfits are my personal hobby, and you've always supported me, brother...and isn't it normal for a maid to call her master? Brother, do you not want to be my master anymore?" My sister started to cry as she spoke, feeling wronged. Just then, her phone rang.

"I'll answer the phone,"

she said, covering her mouth and standing up with a sob in her voice. I

reached out and grabbed her.

I'd made her cry, and if I let her leave like this, it would really hurt her. I reached out and grabbed her skirt...skirt???

Because I was sitting and she was standing, it was more like I was lifting her skirt than grabbing it. "Brother, don't suddenly pull on someone's skirt!" My sister covered her bottom, her face flushed.

"Ah! I'm sorry!"

I quickly let go of my sister's skirt... Underneath her skirt, she was wearing garter stockings instead of regular white stockings, which was quite sophisticated. "Ahem, well... if... if this is your preference, I will support you no matter how strange it is." If I could accept it before, it should be natural to accept it again now, right? Thinking this way, I understood my sister's hobby. "So, when it's just the two of us, can I still call you 'Master' like before?" My sister tilted her head and asked, "Call me... call me Master? ...Sure, if it's just the two of us." Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was still acceptable if it was just the two of us. "But... why do you like wearing maid outfits? When did you start liking them?" Although I accepted my sister's strange hobby, I was still very curious about how she developed it. "It's probably because Master said you like maids, you like your sister, and your sister's maid outfit is the best. That's when I started liking them." My sister crossed one arm over her chest and rested her chin on her hand, thinking for a moment before saying to me, "You're lying... right?" I covered my face and slumped onto the sofa, curling up. Feeling utterly embarrassed, I begged my sister to stop, saying it was too embarrassing. "So it turns out it wasn't your hobby, but mine!" "You really said it? 'I like maids, I like you, and you look amazing in a maid outfit!'" My sister looked at me earnestly and repeated herself, then, ignoring my embarrassment, she twirled in front of me, tilting her head to look at me. "Well, she is indeed quite a sight." Even though I knew it was just my brother trying to comfort me, I was still very happy to hear him say that… "Could you say it again, brother?" My sister bent down and leaned closer. I peeked through my fingers at my sister's stunning beauty… no, that sentence should have been from the bottom of my heart: "You look amazing in a maid outfit!" "So it's not working…

" my sister said, a little disappointed. "Okay, okay, I'll say it…"

I looked at my sister… My expectant eyes were tinged with a hint of despair.

"Um... I... I like maids, I like... I like my little sister, her maid outfit is the best!" My little sister looked at me and repeated it, then covered her mouth and laughed... I kind of understand why King You of Zhou played with the feudal lords by lighting the beacon fires. "That's Mom's phone, brother. I'll talk to her first and be right back." Then my little sister ran away as if she were running away. I patted my bright red face and sighed... What kind of person was I before? "Brother is fine now, Mom... um... yes, yes, brother has been discharged from the hospital. The doctor said the rest will recover on its own... it's not serious, just a little bit of a problem. Um, it's okay, I'll take care of brother. You don't need to rush back... Um... I'll pass this on to brother... Goodbye, Mom." My little sister's voice came from the hallway as she made a phone call. "Hey brother, why are you still lying on the sofa...?" "Are you tired?" My sister put away her phone and came over. Seeing me still lying on the sofa, she asked me with some concern. I was too embarrassed to say it because the previous content was too embarrassing and I still couldn't quite accept it, so I could only nod. "Ah!! Yes... Brother must be tired after just being discharged from the hospital... It's all my fault for not noticing sooner. Brother will catch a cold sleeping on the sofa. Let me take you to your room to sleep." After saying that, she pulled me up without saying anything more and tried to lead me to my room... This sounds a bit convoluted. My sister held my hand and walked in front of me. Her small hand felt so soft. For a moment, that was the only thought in my mind. On the way to my room, I secretly looked at my sister from behind. I have to say, my sister must be what people call a clothes hanger. She looks good in anything. The maid outfit on her, whether it was her slender waist or the long skirt that went past her knees, was very... seductive???

My younger sister walked ahead of me, and my gaze unconsciously swept over her from head to toe. I have to say, she's incredibly beautiful—her slender waist, her rounded, pert bottom, and her long, shapely legs… everything about her is so lovely. Her plump thighs are encased in white suspender stockings; the material looks so fine, it must feel incredibly comfortable to the touch. Her small feet, clad in tiny slippers, move with light, quick steps… Wait, what am I thinking? This is my sister! I shook my head and looked at her again. She really is the best… but… why is her face so red, even her ears are red… and her palms are sweaty and sticky! Wait, could it be my sweat? I nervously clenched my fist. "Brother, this is your room." When we reached my room, my sister let go of my hand and pointed to the door. "Oh, oh," I replied absentmindedly, staring blankly at her

. "Brother...do you remember anything?"

My sister waved her hand in front of my face.

"Oh! No, I was just a little distracted,"

I quickly waved my hand.

"Oh, I see,"

my sister said, a little disappointed, but she immediately perked up and gave me a thumbs-up with both fists. Then she led me inside... and what I saw was my bed. The blankets were crumpled up and carelessly tossed aside, and scattered on the bed were a pile of comic books with covers depicting scantily clad women. I was horrified!

"Um... well," the

younger sister saw the "To Love-Ru" comic she'd been reading at her brother's place a few days ago. Well, she'd originally planned to read it for a while, but her brother slipped on the wet floor when he went upstairs that night and ended up in the hospital... so the comic ended up at her brother's. Because she was busy, she'd completely forgotten about it. "It's not what you think, I can explain," I said, a flustered thought as I tried to go upstairs and put the comic away. Holy crap, what was I thinking before I lost my memory? This kind of thing should be hidden! Even if it wasn't in a secret place, you can't just carelessly leave it on the bed! "You should at least cover yourself with the blanket!" "Um...brother...To Love-Ru is actually a normal manga..." The younger sister turned her head away somewhat embarrassedly. I glanced at the cover featuring a scantily clad girl wearing only underwear, giving her a "Are you kidding me?" look. "To Love-Ru is a manga serialized in Weekly Shonen Jump, it's a legitimate, legally published manga... And this manga...actually, I bought it...it's not yours, brother..." The younger sister's voice trailed off. "...What?"

"To Love-Ru is a manga serialized in Weekly Shonen Jump, it's a legitimate and legally published manga..." "Um... why do you know so much?" "Because I bought these manga... they're not yours, brother." "Ah... hahaha... is that so?" Although it was a little strange that my sister's manga was on my bed, it was great that it wasn't mine. If it were mine, it would be like a public execution. "Um... I was planning to read them here a few days ago, but something happened... so I forgot to tidy up. Um, let me make the bed for you first." My sister quickly folded up the manga. "Let me help you carry them over."

I also helped pick up the manga, while my sister climbed to the middle of the bed, folded up the manga that was placed there, and put them on the edge of the bed. "Are all these comics over there?" "Yes, they're all mine." My

sister folded the books on the bed and put them aside.

"Um... these comics..."

I looked suspiciously at several comics with large Chinese words like "brother," "pervert," "master," and "servant" on the cover. "They're... they're mine too." My sister blushed terribly, but still tried to remain calm as she folded the explicit comics and put them aside. No, these definitely aren't my sister's. No matter how I look at it, she's just pretending to be hers to save face for me. Even though I have amnesia, I still have common sense. What girl would think these things are hers? "These tie-up panties too..." I watched as my sister pulled out a small piece of black fabric with several straps from under the pillow. "They're mine too." Plop! The comics I was holding fell to the floor, creating an

extremely awkward scene.

My sister was facing me sideways, and although I couldn't see her expression, her hands were trembling... "It's not what you think, I think I can explain." "It's not what you think, I think I can explain." "I know." "Oh no, I'm going to be seen as a pervert. My sister found my underwear

in my room, and it was hers! No matter how I think about it, it's terrible." "Brother, you've lost your memory, haven't you?" My sister's back was to me, so I couldn't see her expression. "Yes...

yes, I have a doctor's certificate."

I frantically tried to find the certificate, but oh no, the medical record was on the table downstairs. "Forget about it." My sister turned around and sat on my bed. She looked into my eyes, telling me to forget about it, but her face was so shy, so red—was it because she was embarrassed?

"Uh...uh...okay."

What else could I say but "yes"?

"Really... I already said that..."

My sister muttered softly, though I still heard her... Well, looks like I'm a repeat offender. "I'm sorry, I don't remember, but I promise I won't do it again." Even though she didn't remember, apologizing now was the right thing to do. "Actually, it wasn't my fault, brother,"

my sister explained weakly, but seeing that I wasn't listening at all, she simply ended the conversation abruptly. "Anyway... brother must be tired after just being discharged from the hospital." My sister jumped off the bed and straightened the wrinkled sheets.

"A little..."

My sister seemed to be letting it go, but... well, it felt strange. Although I wasn't physically tired, I was under a lot of mental stress. "Anyway, Master, you should rest for a while. I'll call you when it's time to eat." After making the bed, my sister turned around and said... She looked up at me, her head tilted back.

"Okay... alright... then these comics..."

I looked at the comics scattered all over the floor and quickly squatted down to pick them up.

"Just leave them there for now, I'll come back to clean them up later. Master, you should rest for a while, be good..." My sister watched me clumsily tidying up the comics, both annoyed and amused. "Okay... alright... um... um..." I stood up, looking at the hand on my hip clutching my lace-up panties, stammering as if trying to say something. "...Okay, okay, I know." My sister rolled her eyes at me, turned around, put the lace-up panties back under the pillow, and then straightened her maid dress. "Same as before, you should rest for a while, I'm going to cook." ...That's not what I meant. My sister didn't seem to care about this, but I felt there was something strange about her eyes. What kind of person was I before I lost my memory? I always felt my sister was acting strange. While it was already odd that she wore a maid outfit at home and called me "master," she seemed overly lenient with me. If I were her and found my underwear in my room… even if I didn't get angry, I'd probably make a sarcastic remark. It felt so unsettling. My sister seemed to be… attached to me? Was it just my imagination?

Never mind, I'd better not think about it anymore and quickly tidy up my room. Although she said she'd come and clean it up later, I should check it myself first to see if anything was hidden. Thinking this, I started searching the room. "Brother, are you up?? Dinner's ready, get up and eat… Hey hey hey!! Brother… what's wrong with your room?! Wait… Brother!!!! Even if you're looking for clues, you shouldn't have made such a mess of the room. It'll be such a hassle to clean up like this!" My sister opened my door, looking at the mess she'd made in the short time I'd left, and me sitting at the computer desk, she was initially surprised. Then, as if remembering something, she covered her face and uttered a strange question, "What clue???" I looked at my sister with a completely bewildered expression. Oh no, I was playing on the computer and didn't realize it was already dinnertime! But what did she mean by finding clues? "…Wait, brother, you've turned the room upside down, aren't you looking for clues about who you used to be?!" My sister waved her hand. "Clues about who you used to be?…I could have just asked you directly!" I glanced guiltily at the anime saved in my bookmarks. My sister noticed I was actually watching anime. "I thought…" The younger sister opened her mouth a few times, thinking about the period when she had just lost her memory. Aside from her brother, who was deathly pale and stayed by her side when she woke up, he completely distrusted everyone around him. Even at home, he secretly checked her room to find out what kind of person she was. Although she eventually discovered that she used to be a hardcore anime otaku, a hidden, serious one, who loved watching new anime, loved her brother, was a serious maid-complex, an incurable brother complex, and maybe even a pervert, she looked at her brother, who was sitting at the computer desk with a puzzled expression, and suddenly became angry for no reason. Wait, brother, you've lost your memory, you can't just believe what others say! You need to find clues yourself first, and then compare what others say to determine if it's true. You can't just believe everything someone says. Thinking of her past experiences, my sister angrily launched into a lecture. "Aren't you my sister? I could have just asked you!" I answered her question matter-of-factly, even though she seemed to be angry again for some reason. "Idiot...idiot...idiot! What if I were your sister and I was lying to you? What if I had said I was your girlfriend from the beginning? Would you have really considered me your girlfriend?" My unfounded trust left her flustered, and she gave a terrible example. "Hey... I don't think any girlfriend would say she's her boyfriend's sister, right?" I glanced at my sister, who was dressed in a maid outfit, hands on her chest, looking serious, and asked again, a little unsure of myself. "I already said it was just a hypothetical situation." My sister covered her forehead, looking somewhat helpless.

After she pushed me out of the laundry room, since I couldn't really help and had nothing else to do, I simply went upstairs. After washing the sheets, because it was still raining, she simply wrung them out a little and put them in a bucket, planning to hang them to dry tomorrow. Since it was still early, she played downstairs for a while, wrote some things, and then lay down... She's asleep on the sofa downstairs. Yes, she's asleep, and sleeping soundly. After playing games for a while, I went downstairs to get some water and found my younger sister sleeping on her back on the sofa. Her slippers were casually kicked off the floor. One hand was holding a pen and resting on her stomach, while the other hand was hanging down on the floor. A black notebook lay half-open beside her hand. It was clear that she had been writing something before falling asleep, but she probably hadn't expected to fall asleep on the sofa. My sister's appearance was a bit untidy, for example, her hair was a little messy, and her hair was slightly drooping due to gravity, which was much more than what people her age would expect. She also seemed to be more reserved at home. Beneath her long maid dress, her shapely thighs were encased in white stockings, and her panties were visible as she moved around in her sleep… My sister's sleeping posture was indeed terrible, and she was also wearing her stockings incorrectly. She should have put the stockings on first, then her panties, but she made a common mistake: putting her panties on first. This meant that every time she went to the bathroom, she had to untie the stockings before taking off her panties. "She's asleep! Sleeping like that will make her catch a cold, won't it?"

Although I wanted to wake her up immediately, I hesitated. If I woke her up later and she discovered her panties… "She'll be so embarrassed if it gets exposed!" I thought to myself as I gently pulled down my sister's maid dress, which had rolled up around her stomach due to her movements. However, because my attention was completely focused on the rolled-up dress, I didn't notice that my sister, who had woken up from being startled by my sudden presence, was staring at me in shock as I pulled on her dress. I hadn't even realized she was awake. My sister's mind was a bit confused; she had only been lying on the sofa for a short while, and when she woke up, she found her brother staring at her underwear, completely oblivious to the fact that she had woken up!

As for why she knew her brother was staring at her underwear, she noticed it was chilly down there, and a quick glance revealed that her maid dress had rolled up to her waist!

Why did my maid dress roll up while I was sleeping so soundly?! It's obvious someone rolled it up! It couldn't have been my sleeping posture that caused it to roll up by itself, right?! I know my brother likes to steal my underwear, and I've told him he can just tell me if he wants any, but... but... that doesn't include the underwear I'm wearing right now!! If my brother gives me his underwear, I'll be going commando!! Going commando in front of him isn't unprecedented, but... but... no! No! No! No! No!

And I'm wearing stockings right now. If someone wants to take my underwear, they'd have to unbutton the stockings first, right? It's such a hassle to take them off every time I go to the bathroom, and unbuttoning them isn't quiet. Plus, stockings are so close to my skin; if someone touches them, anyone would wake up!! "

You idiot! You idiot! You idiot! You idiot! No way!! No way!! Who can sleep after someone takes off their stockings? And if they wake up and find their underwear gone, they'll definitely notice!!!

You idiot! No way! You idiot! No way! I'll definitely notice if you do this!!! Stop it!!!

Wait, brother's really coming closer!!! Right

!! Last time when I teased brother, I said if I wanted underwear, he'd get it himself!!

It can't be like this!!! Stop it, brother!!! You want my worn underwear? Fine!!! I'll get it myself! Someone should at least look away!!!"

No way... no way would someone take off their underwear and give it to you like that?! Even though I said I wouldn't accept underwear I'd worn!! But... but if my brother wanted it, it wouldn't be impossible, right? He wouldn't have

to lift a finger to get my worn underwear!! And why did he suddenly decide to do it?!

Wait, I'm wearing white lace underwear today!!! Is that why my brother decided to do it?! Does he like this type of underwear and that's why he's taking the risk?! Should

I pretend I just woke up? No, no, if I pretend to wake up and my underwear is exposed in front of my brother, that would be terrible. He'd be embarrassed, wouldn't he?! What should I do?! What should I do?! What should I do?!

I gently pulled down the maid's skirt that had rolled up onto my sister's stomach as she moved around. I glanced up at her; well, she was still asleep. Her chest rose and fell evenly with her breathing. Her face was a little red, probably because of the heat, but she was definitely still asleep. I bent down and picked up the black notebook lying on the floor. I hesitated, wondering whether to wake her. Although I had straightened her clothes, she seemed to be sleeping soundly, and waking her suddenly seemed inappropriate. I started looking at the notebook, completely unaware that my sister had opened her eyes, noticed me picking up the notebook, and quickly closed them again, her whole body stiffening. ...My sister felt like crying... She had originally planned to pretend she had just woken up. Although it was a good thing that her brother had stopped taking her underwear while she was sleeping, and she was also planning to pretend to wake up, she should have done so before her brother picked up that notebook and started reading it. After all... that notebook contained a novel she had written with her brother and herself as the main characters... although she had only written the beginning... "Ah!!!! Brother, what's wrong with you!!!"

I heard a woman's voice.

My body felt so heavy... my head hurt so much... my chest felt so heavy... Was someone pressing on me?

I closed the notebook. Although I had only read the beginning, I had a feeling that continuing to read would be bad. The novel started with her brother falling down the stairs. Had I offended my sister recently?

I was wondering if I'd offended my sister recently... though I couldn't quite believe I'd done anything wrong... Although the free comic book gift I bought online caused her to wet herself, and she had to wear my clothes all day with nothing underneath, and even sleep naked... Um... judging from the rhetoric, the notebook seemed to be some kind of novel she was writing, not a project plan. I closed the notebook and put it aside, intending to forget about it. Because my attention was on the notebook, I didn't notice that my sister, who should have been asleep, stiffened as I approached. I nudged her, trying to wake her up and get her to go upstairs to sleep. "Wake up, sister! Hey, wake up! You'll catch a cold if you keep this up!" I nudged her a few times, but she showed no sign of waking up. "Wake up, little sister, wake up! You'll catch a cold if you keep shaking like this!"

I shook my little sister hard, but she still didn't respond at all. Okay, I didn't know before, but now I realize that my little sister is the kind of person who's hard to wake up once she falls asleep. I wanted to wake her up, but I couldn't just leave her sleeping downstairs. It wouldn't be good if she woke up in the middle of the night and found herself alone downstairs. Oh well, I'll carry her to her room. Luckily, she's not heavy. I put one of her hands on my neck, wrapped one arm around her white-stockinged thigh, and slipped the other hand under her armpit and grabbed... um... grabbed her heart... I really didn't mean to, but the position was just too good. I wanted to pick her up in a princess carry, so this was the only way. I really didn't mean to!!! But my sister is really something else! While I was thinking this, I rubbed her breasts a couple of times. She seemed a little uncomfortable and shifted a few times. I quickly stopped my mischievous left hand and gently called her name a couple of times. But she only seemed uncomfortable because I was making her move. I thought about it and gave up the idea of rubbing her breasts to wake her up. After all, if she opened her eyes and saw me rubbing her breasts, she would definitely think I was a pervert and was planning something. Even though we're siblings, it would be too troublesome to explain. So I bounced her up and went upstairs.

I stood at my sister's door and finally breathed a sigh of relief

. Carrying her upstairs wasn't as smooth as I thought. Because of the way I was holding her, I kept getting distracted by her breasts. As a result... she bumped her head on the wall twice and kicked the stair railing several times. Fortunately, after the first time she hit the door frame, although she didn't wake up, she was probably in some pain. She kept burying her head in my arms. Because my little sister was moving around so much, my arms, which had been supporting her thighs in a princess carry, became somewhat deformed. As a result, her bottom kept rubbing against my groin as I walked... It's a bit lewd to say... I was like Yoshikage Kira! But I should be thankful that she was sleeping so soundly that she didn't wake up. I remember she's very sensitive to pain, and my Kira Kira being pressed against her bottom was a bit... not good... It was really terrible. But none of that matters. Although she would twitch a few times with a pained expression every time she bumped into something, she still didn't wake up. I looked at my sister, who was still asleep despite the tears in her eyes, and silently apologized. I bounced her up, propped one leg up with my thigh to keep her from falling, and reached for the doorknob with the other hand... I twisted the doorknob of her room with force...

I twisted the doorknob of my sister's room hard

... I twisted the doorknob of my sister's room hard. I let go of my sister's legs and reached under her armpits again to grab her heart... Uh, I'm used to it. My sister seemed uncomfortable because I touched a sensitive spot and moved a few times, but she still didn't wake up. On the way upstairs, I tried a few times. Although she would move a few times because of discomfort, this level of contact didn't make her want to wake up at all. "My sister locked the door from the inside. What should I do?" I couldn't help but mutter to myself. I thought for a moment... That's it! My sister usually puts the key in the front pocket of her maid outfit's apron. The problem is, I'm holding my sister's thigh with one hand and her back with the other. How can I get the key out of the pocket in her abdomen?

"Looks like I can only use my mouth."

Hearing my words, my sister, who had been pretending to be asleep, felt a pang of despair. However, this situation was really not suitable for her to wake up.

to be continued

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