My sister couldn't possibly be that horny.

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My younger sister, Sherry, is practically a perfect girl.
Saying this now might make you think I'm some kind of siscon who saves up my allowance to buy Kasuga Sora figures, but for the sake of my reputation, I must clarify upfront: I have absolutely no feelings for Sherry beyond that of family. That opening statement was simply stating a fact, an undeniable fact.

First, she's exceptionally beautiful. I don't want to use clichéd descriptions like "the moon hides its face in shame," but let's put it this way: just last month, Sherry received confessions from 16 boys.

Of course, all of these brave souls fell victim to her—you ask why I know this so clearly? Sorry, that's a personal secret, no comment—in short, having spent over a decade with Sherry, those innocent or sexy actresses on TV are no different from the aunties selling radishes at the market in my eyes.

If anyone thinks Sherry is just a pretty face, they're sorely mistaken. Her academic performance is also outstanding.

Since she started school, she's been, in a sense, a nightmare for her classmates.

Her grades consistently ranked at the top of the grade, making her an insurmountable wall for other students.

It's said that some even despaired and transferred schools, though the veracity of this claim is now impossible to verify.

Most importantly, she was humble and easygoing, always wearing a warm smile that was sure to please. She was incredibly polite to everyone, completely lacking the airs of a top student.

While it's generally true that outstanding girls are often envied, ostracized, or bullied,

thanks to Shirley's gentle nature, she never experienced this; on the contrary, she was admired by many girls.

At the time, I never dreamed that a certain incident would be like a magnitude 9 earthquake, shattering the perfect image of Shirley in my mind.

"So hot~" On a Sunday in June, almost dried out by the sun, I weakly pushed open my door. I had

planned to visit a friend today, but on the bus, I received a text from that guy saying he had to pick up his cousin who had just returned from abroad at the airport and wouldn't have time to entertain me.

That jerk! Is his cousin more important than his friends? Thanks to him, I had to get off the bus halfway, then take a bus on the opposite route back the way I came, and finally walk for about twenty minutes under the scorching sun to finally arrive home.

Speaking of things worse than this, there are probably only things like drinking cold water in a detention center, eating gutter oil in a restaurant, encountering city management officers while setting up a stall, or being hit by Li ○ming's car… Okay, there are quite a few.

It's only the beginning of June, but the heat is comparable to the dog days of summer. This must be a consequence of global warming. If humanity doesn't reduce carbon dioxide emissions, we'll face annihilation sooner or later—worried about the future of the Earth, I changed into indoor shoes and pushed open the tightly closed living room door.

"I'm home—" As soon as I entered the living room, I felt a cool breeze.

I felt like a sapling receiving sweet dew, my whole body incredibly refreshed.

Air conditioning is truly humanity's best invention, bravo! What? You say air conditioning also has a negative impact on the environment, like drinking poison to quench thirst? I don't care about anything else. As long as I can escape this oppressive heat, I'll drink it without hesitation, whether it's poisoned wine or milk containing melamine.

"Brother, didn't you go to a friend's house?" Shirley seemed surprised by my sudden return. Usually calm and collected, she seemed flustered.

"My friend had something to do, so I came back early.

By the way, what were you doing alone in the living room?" "N-nothing.

It's too hot, so I came to the living room where there's air conditioning to read." "Doesn't your room have air conditioning too?" By the way, my room doesn't have air conditioning. In the sweltering summer, there's only an old fan blowing hot air. That's a complete disparity in treatment.

"My room's... oh, it seems to be broken." Hmph, little sister, you're a hundred years too early to try and fool your older brother.

When I came in, I clearly saw you taking some kind of disc out of the DVD player. The indicator light was still on.

My parents weren't home today because they had to work overtime. Considering all this—"Were you watching a DVD just now?" "…………No," Shirley stammered, her face clearly showing panic.

Actually, I didn't think it was a big deal. Shirley spends almost all her time studying, so it's normal for her to relax on a rare Sunday.

It's just that seeing the usually flawless Shirley showing such panic was quite novel, and I couldn't help but want to tease her a little more.

Let me clarify, I'm not a sadist.

"Really? The DVD seems to still be on." "Uh-ma, Mom probably forgot to turn it off.

Anyway, I'm going back to my room to study.

Goodbye, brother." After saying this, Shirley quickly fled the living room.

Hmm—did I go a little too far? In the instant I turned around, I thought I saw tears in her eyes.

A slight sense of regret pierced my conscience like a needle.

Should I apologize?—I thought to myself as I sat on the sofa enjoying the cool world created by the air conditioner.

"What's this?" Suddenly, my left hand touched something hard and cold. Looking closer, I saw it was a pink plastic object, resembling some kind of remote control, but I'd never seen this type before.

The small panel had only one adjustable switch, labeled 1-3.

"If it's an appliance remote… it seems too rudimentary.

I've never seen anything like this in my house before…" I muttered to myself, trying to turn the switch to "1" to see if any appliances would activate.

"Ugh…" I faintly heard a panting sound behind me.

I turned around and saw Shirley, who should have been in her room, standing in the living room doorway.

Her face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her thighs were fidgeting, as if she were enduring something. She looked strange.

"Shirley, didn't you go back to your room? Your face is so red, are you sick?" Shirley didn't answer, her beautiful eyes fixed on something. I followed her gaze and finally understood.

"Ah, is this yours?" "Yes...no, it's not." For some reason, Sherry stammered.

She seemed to really want the remote control, but was unwilling to admit it.

"If it's not yours, I'll give it to Mom." "Ugh...this is..." Sherry lowered her head, her whole body trembling slightly. Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she rushed to me with surprising speed, snatched the remote control, and then quickly left the living room without looking back.

"What...what's going on..." I was left standing in the living room, which had been ravaged by my sister's whirlwind, muttering to myself in a daze.

After this little inexplicable incident, I always felt that Sherry would sneak glances at me from time to time, and once our eyes met, she would quickly look away, pretending to be nonchalant, making me restless all afternoon.

Around 11 p.m., I was lazily lying on the bed watching One Piece when a polite knock on the door suddenly pulled me back to reality from my fantasy world.

"Who is it?" I was a little surprised. My parents, who are used to going to bed early and waking up early, should already be asleep. Usually, no one would knock on my door at this time.

"Shirley, I have something I'd like to talk to my brother about." What a rare guest! Since Shirley started high school, she hasn't come into my room alone.

Especially since it was so late, although I was a little surprised, I immediately got up to open the door.

Standing there was Shirley, wearing a light blue sleeveless shirt. Her long, slender legs beneath her short skirt were as white as fresh snow, dazzling to the eye.

Perhaps she had just showered, for her face was slightly flushed, and a faint fragrance wafted from her hair, teasing my nose.

I tried to suppress any inappropriate thoughts and greeted Shirley in a calm tone.

"Come in, I'm sorry the room is a bit messy." "Sorry to bother you," Shirley said, her head lowered, and entered my room somewhat timidly.

...My sister visiting her brother's room in the middle of the night, indicating she had something to talk about—this scene felt strangely familiar.

I gently shook my head, shaking off the eerie feeling, and cautiously asked,

"So late... what's wrong?" "Um... it's about... during the day..." Shirley lowered her head even further, stammering in an almost inaudible voice.

"...during the day...that thing, could you please not tell Mom and Dad?" Ah, it's about watching the DVD in the living room, right? Caring about such a small thing, not wanting her parents to know—that's so typical of a model student like Shirley. "

Of course not—" I was about to answer, but swallowed the words back.

As we both grow older, we have fewer and fewer opportunities to talk, so I wanted to take this opportunity to say a few more words to her.

"What do you mean by 'during the day'?" I pretended not to know, wanting to hear Shirley say it herself.

"It's that...in the living room..." "In the living room, what?" "...Does brother really want Shirley to say something so embarrassing?" "If you don't explain clearly, how am I supposed to know what it is?

Maybe one day I'll accidentally reveal something I shouldn't tell Mom and Dad." "It's..." Shirley's face flushed red, her eyes glistening with tears.

"It's..." Seeing Shirley's shameful reluctance to speak, a heavy sense of regret pierced my conscience like an ice pick.

I seem to have done something similar during the day; I really should reflect on myself.

Just as I was about to grant Sherry a pardon—

"It's about Sherry watching Muto ○'s porn while masturbating with a vibrator and having three orgasms in a row—!" Sherry shouted in a self-destructive manner, the volume almost deafening. Then silence filled the room. One second, two seconds, three seconds— "What—?" A surprised voice echoed in the room, originating from my vocal cords, of course, louder than Sherry's. But that was inevitable. The gentle and refined Sherry, the Sherry who seemed like a noble lady, the Sherry who even seemed to blush when holding hands with a boy, actually did, did that kind of thing when no one knew? This was more unbelievable than the rising price of gasoline.

"W-Why are you so surprised? Didn't I already know? You forced Sherry to tell me herself, you're such a sadist!" Sherry puffed out her cheeks slightly, staring at me with resentful eyes.

"No, I really didn't know at first." "Liar, didn't you know Shirley tampered with the DVD player?" "I thought you were watching a regular DVD, like a Korean drama." "You also found the remote control for the vibrator and used it to play with Shirley." "I had no idea what kind of remote control it was." And what does "play with" mean? Wait, I remember Shirley looked a little strange when I turned it on.

Could it be that the vibrator was still inside Shirley...? Thinking about this, I almost had a nosebleed.

Oh my god, I have such a sister.

"No, no way, that means..." Realizing her grave mistake, Shirley suddenly slumped to the ground, powerless.

"Yeah, I didn't know anything.

You just blurted it all out." Although I felt heartbroken at Shirley's dejected state, that was the truth.

I never expected the usually composed Shirley to so dramatically reveal herself.

"I-Is that so?

Hmph, hmph hmph hmph..." Shirley suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Oh no, could it be that she's having a mental breakdown due to the intense stimulation? “Since my brother already knows, then there’s only one way…” She lowered her head, her expression unreadable, but her icy voice sent chills down my spine.

“Only by killing my brother, and then Shirley will die too!” Before she finished speaking, Shirley had already jumped up from the ground, quickly grabbed the paper cutter on the table, and stabbed at me.

If I had reacted even a fraction slower, tomorrow I might really be on the front page of the newspaper as the brother stabbed to death by his own sister.

“What’s with this line that sounds like a suicide pact?

Calm down.” “Don’t worry, it’s just a moment, it won’t hurt my brother.” “I firmly refuse! Your eyes are terrifying, like some kind of cleaver-wielding woman.” I fought desperately against death while trying to calm the agitated Shirley.

Ten minutes later, finally— “Here, a tissue.” “…Th-thank you.” Shirley, now calmer, sat in a chair sobbing. Judging from the situation, it seemed like I was bullying her.

Why did I end up in such an embarrassing situation? It’s all that guy’s fault for standing me up. Damn it, I’m never lending him my homework again.

"Anyway, I'll definitely keep it a secret from Mom and Dad, you can rest assured about that."

(Sobbing...) Shirley didn't answer, an awkward atmosphere filled the space between them, only the ticking of the clock seemed particularly jarring.

"Please, please stop crying, okay?" (Sobbing...) This is really bothering me, so I had to make a tough decision—"As long as you don't cry, I'll grant you any request." Shirley seemed to finally react, she slightly stopped crying, and confirmed in an almost inaudible voice.

"...Really?" "A man's word is his bond." Whether it's H?agen-Dazs ice cream or La Chapelle clothes, just ask, I'm prepared for my wallet to shrink considerably.

But Shirley's request was far beyond my expectations.

"...Brother, let's make love."

When faced with a major problem, people usually subconsciously choose to avoid it, for example... when your sister takes the initiative to make love to you—although this situation is rare in real life, I unfortunately encountered it.

What? You say this is a blessing from heaven? Anyone with such thoughts should turn themselves in as soon as possible; after all, it's my own sister.

"Shirley, it's getting late, go back to your room and rest." I didn't know what to do, so I could only force a cheerful smile that a brother should have when facing his sister, trying to persuade her to leave and hoping to get away with it.

"Liar!

You just said you'd agree to anything!" Shirley glared at me with a pout, her eyes still brimming with tears.

"Do you know what you're saying? This is really..." Faced with my sister's resentful gaze, I didn't know how to respond.

A strong sense of regret rose within me. If I could go back a minute, I would definitely glue that idiot who made such a promise shut with superglue, and then kick him to the Fukushima nuclear power plant.

"Who said 'a man's word is his bond'?" Shirley pressed on.

Weren't you just crying your eyes out? You recovered too quickly! Damn it, what should I do? Should I really use my penis to penetrate my own sister's secret garden? Don't be ridiculous. While it's not uncommon to see slutty older brothers who seduce their younger sisters in novels or games, you can't confuse that with the real world.

In reality, there are shackles called 'law' and 'ethics.' Once this is exposed, I might spend the rest of my life in a prison cell with bedbugs and rats. If I'm even less lucky, I might encounter something like 'hide-and-seek.'

"I'm sorry, this is really difficult.

Can we ask for something else?" "Really not?" Shirley pressed again, her tone more forceful.

Strange. I was supposed to be comforting the depressed Shirley, but when did the initiative shift and she start making unreasonable demands? The current situation is too bizarre, like a sheep asking a gray dog to eat it.

I'm a healthy boy, and in this situation, I might have some animalistic instincts… No, please pretend I didn't say anything.

"...I'm sorry." "Is that so? In that case, Shirley won't insist." I felt like I'd been granted a pardon, but my excitement was immediately shattered by Shirley's next words.

"Shirley's going to tell Mom and Dad that there's a ton of DONGGEKIHIE hidden under my brother's mattress, and over a dozen Galagames in the computer's hidden folder..." Sister, you've done a really thorough search! Did you learn a thing or two from Takanashi Oo? As far as I know, Shirley hasn't been in my room alone since high school. Could it be that this girl took advantage of me when I wasn't there...? Anyway, if I show weakness now, I'm doomed.

"No, don't be prejudiced against Galagame. The H scenes aren't the point; the intricate and moving plot is the essence.

There are many touching works in Galagame, like Clan'd and Toohart, which are considered classics." "Shirley has no interest in knowing about this. Shirley isn't some tsundere girl with otaku interests.

Anyway, brother only has two choices: either agree to Shirley's request, or go and instill the merits of Galagame in our parents." "Is this a threat? Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone what happened during the day?" "Brother is such a liar. You promised to keep it a secret from Mom and Dad." "…………" "And brother, which side do you think Mom and Dad will believe between the two of us?" Shirley looked confident, and her words really hit a nerve.

The perfect, model student sister vs. the occasionally errant, good-for-nothing brother—which side will the parents trust more? The answer is self-evident.

--No, if that's the case, why would Shirley go to such lengths...? A question shrouded my mind like a thin mist, but before it could take shape, Shirley's pursuit followed.

"Brother, have you thought it through yet?" "Anyway, no means no! This is too strange, we're siblings.

And countless people like you, why me..." "Brother... do you want Shirley to date other boys?" For some reason, Shirley's face darkened, and a hint of resentment seemed to appear in her eyes.

I just subconsciously said those words, and then my heart ached.

Why did I feel this pain? Did I not want Shirley to date other boys? "If today's events hadn't happened, what kind of person would you think Shirley is?" Shirley suddenly changed the subject, asking a strange—or rather, obviously obvious—question.

So I honestly told her my true thoughts.

"Excellent grades, good character, you could say she's the ideal model student." "So, what if such a model student falls in love early?" "…………" I was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, puppy love is almost a heinous crime in the eyes of many teachers and parents.

If Shirley were to have such a problem, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"But wouldn't doing that kind of thing with me be an even bigger problem?" "As long as no one knows, it's fine.

We're siblings, and a close relationship won't arouse suspicion.

No one would ever imagine that the perfect Shirley would have had a relationship with her good-for-nothing brother." Someone actually uses the word "perfect" to describe themselves; there's a limit to narcissism.

Although from Shirley's usual perspective, this assessment isn't inappropriate, forcing her own brother to have a relationship with her is ridiculous.

Besides, saying her brother is good-for-nothing is going too far; it hurts my delicate heart.

"It feels like Shirley is a completely different person now," Shirley said with a self-deprecating expression after hearing my heartfelt words.

"Teachers, classmates, parents—no one understands the real Shirley, no one has ever tried to understand the real Shirley. They just keep Shirley confined in the cage called 'model student,' and she'll be scolded if she crosses the line even slightly.

Shirley is just an ordinary girl. She also wants to go shopping on holidays and go to karaoke with her friends." I never expected that my sister, who was surrounded by such a halo, would have such deep troubles. I was speechless for a moment and could only listen silently.

"Over time, Shirley learned to wear a mask, to portray the 'model student' they envisioned.

But when no one knew, Shirley often masturbated, just like she did during the day.

Partly to relieve stress, and partly perhaps out of revenge against the adults.

But recently, she's found that the lifeless dildo can no longer satisfy her. Like a thirsty person trying to quench their thirst with seawater, the more she drinks, the thirstier she becomes, and the thirstier she becomes, the more she wants to drink.

Shirley wants to experience real sex, wants someone to understand her without pretense, including her somewhat promiscuous side, but she lacks the courage to tell anyone, and can only hide this dark side in her heart..." Shirley paused, seemingly sorting out her inner feelings.

"When my brother discovered what happened during the day, I was initially panicked, but then I thought, could this be a chance from heaven for Shirley?

To let my brother understand the real Shirley.

If my brother absolutely refuses, then Shirley will have no choice but to... secretly go outside and find a stranger..." "No—!" I instinctively cried out, my voice startling even myself.

"So, brother, are you willing to accept everything about Shirley?" Looking into Shirley's earnest eyes, my heart trembled violently.

What 'law,' what 'ethics,' were all just excuses I used to protect myself, afraid of taking responsibility for my actions, without ever considering Shirley's feelings. I

was unworthy to be an older brother if I couldn't help my troubled sister.

If this was truly Shirley's heartfelt wish, then my pity for my sister transcended worldly constraints, and I nodded slightly.

The next instant, Shirley kissed my lips, even gently stirring her tongue in my mouth.

Shirley's soft body, warm temperature, and intoxicating fragrance gradually numbed my mind, leaving it blank… When my consciousness returned to reality, I found myself lying on my back on the bed, with Shirley straddling me—completely naked except for the black stockings covering her thighs.

Her fair skin was like snow, her breasts full and round, adorned with adorable pink nipples.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by a single hand, drawing a perfect curve from her abdomen to her thighs. Her

seemingly supple buttocks possessed both the firmness of a young girl and the fullness of a mature woman. Her

long, shapely legs were dazzling.

Shirley's body was truly the greatest masterpiece of the Creator.

More importantly, Shirley's most intimate parts were also presented to me without reservation, like dew-kissed, unopened flower buds.

The scene before me was too sensual; I felt as if a burning fire was churning within me, my breathing became rapid, my heart pounded violently, and my penis uncontrollably reached its limit.

"Brother actually reacted to his own sister's body..." Shirley's tone seemed to contain both teasing and smugness. She grasped my weapon with her slender, white hand, her body heat clearly radiating through me.

"This is... you seduced me, isn't it..." A devilish smile appeared on Shirley's face as she lightly scratched the area near the coronal sulcus with her fingernail. The slight pain and the overwhelming pleasure made my body tremble involuntarily.

"Is it okay to say such insincere things? Your body's reaction is so honest.

Brother should be more honest, shouldn't he?" Shirley knelt on the bed, slightly adjusting her position, directing my erection towards the entrance of her secret garden.

"Shirley will make brother unable to utter a word of resistance..." She slowly lowered her waist, but just as the pink mucous membrane was about to touch the glans, she jerked her body up as if electrocuted, a hint of hesitation on her face.

"...Shirley, if you don't want to, let's not force it." Influenced by her, my resolve began to waver slightly. Intimate relations between siblings... after all, are terrible in every sense.

“Shirley was just teasing her brother a little, she won’t back down so easily,” I said. My words seemed to have the opposite effect, igniting Shirley’s competitive spirit.

She gritted her teeth slightly, aiming her glans at the entrance of her wet, soft vagina again. As she lowered her position, her penis parted the pink petals, gradually penetrating the inner part of her paradise.

Her vagina seemed to suckle, stimulating the most sensitive spot. As soon as the glans was halfway in, pleasure instantly spread throughout her body like an electric current.

Shirley’s skin turned pink, and her whole body was covered in glistening beads of sweat, making her look exceptionally sexy under the light.

She paused slightly, breathing heavily, and then, as if finally making her final decision, she used her full weight to suddenly sink her body downwards—“Ah—…” Her penis was completely swallowed by Shirley’s flower path.

Although she tried to suppress it, a low moan still escaped from her mouth.

A trace of dark red blood seeped from the point of contact, mixing with the nectar.

"Shirley, you...?" The scene before me shocked me. Shirley had mentioned using a vibrator to masturbate, so I naturally assumed she wasn't a virgin anymore. I never imagined I would take my sister's virginity.

"...The vibrator...was inserted from behind.

My virginity...was always kept for you, brother," Shirley answered haltingly, her tone seemingly tinged with pride despite the excruciating pain of losing her virginity.

"And you, brother?...Have you ever...slept with other women before?" To my shame, I'd never even held a girl's hand, let alone gone all the way to home base. I was practically the kind of person most qualified to say 'go to hell with being a social butterfly.'

If I could, I really didn't want to reveal such a pathetic thing to my own sister.

But Shirley stared intently at me, her gaze seemingly piercing my very soul.

"No...no.

With Shirley...it was my first time," Shirley seemed satisfied with my answer, her pain lessening, a smile appearing on her face.

“Then I’ll take your virginity, brother.

In return, I’ll let you…experience heavenly pleasure…” Even though it was her first time too, Shirley said these boastful words.

Shirley began to sway her hips slightly, her penis, wet with her own juices and blood, moving between her petals, looking incredibly lewd. The squelching sounds echoed in the room, further fueling my desire.

“…Mmm…mmm…ah…” Shirley’s moans gradually turned into pleasurable gasps, and her movements became more and more intense.

The warm, wet walls of her flesh tightly wrapped around my penis, and waves of pleasure washed over me, making me feel like I was floating on clouds.

My mind was completely consumed by desire, and I subconsciously bent my knees slightly, using the momentum to thrust my hips upwards—“Ah…brother…so amazing…your penis…it’s all the way in…” Combined with Shirley’s thrusting motion, it made my penis penetrate even deeper, reaching the very core of her being.

Shirley's eyes were glazed, completely overwhelmed by the surging waves of pleasure, uttering indistinct, dreamlike sounds.

Driven by my most primal instincts, I thrust fiercely into my sister's honeyed depths from below.

"Shirley... I can't take it anymore... mmm... brother... let's ascend to heaven together..." Shirley's body began to spasm, seemingly a prelude to orgasm. Almost simultaneously, the urge to ejaculate exploded in my mind. My remaining rationality told me I couldn't plant my seed inside my sister, but just as I was about to pull my penis out of Shirley's body, she seemed to anticipate my intention, bending down to embrace me, pressing our joined bodies even closer.

"Shoot it in... brother's semen... all of it into Shirley's womb! Shirley wants to feel everything brother has to offer!" In that instant, the urge to ejaculate reached its limit; I could no longer hold back. A torrent of semen gushed forth, crashing against Shirley's walls, filling her vagina.

"Ah, it's coming out... It's so hot... Brother's semen... It's filled Shirley's body completely..." Shirley murmured contentedly for the last time, then collapsed weakly onto me and fainted. Twenty minutes later, the room was still filled with the aphrodisiac, sweet and sour scent.

Shirley had recovered from her daze, dressed neatly, and returned to her usual obedient self.

Only her slightly flushed cheeks and disheveled hair told of the madness that had just occurred.

I, also dressed neatly, sat on the edge of the bed. After calming down, the question from before gradually took shape in my mind. My curiosity, like bamboo shoots in spring, sprouted uncontrollably. I tentatively asked,

"Shirley... You didn't intentionally... reveal the secret, did you?" "How could that be? What are you talking about, brother?" Shirley turned her head slightly, looking at me innocently like a newborn kitten.

-- Oh no, my sister's cuteness level has reached an unfair level.

I tried to suppress my rapidly beating heart and continued speaking as if nothing was wrong.

“When I walked into the living room during the day, the DVD player was still running, but the TV was off, and I hadn’t heard any sound before, so you must have turned the volume down very low.

Under these circumstances, it’s usually impossible to know the contents of the DVD.

Besides, it’s Shirley, a model student; no one would suspect you were watching porn.” Hearing Shirley’s shocking confession, I was momentarily flustered and didn’t notice these details, but after calming down and thinking carefully, I realized the inconsistencies.

I put my questions into words, feeling like a perpetual elementary school detective.

Shirley, however, remained unmoved, a calm smile appearing on her face.

“What you said makes some sense, but how do you explain the remote control? Shirley’s masturbation toy ended up in your hands.” “If I knew what the remote control was for and was deliberately playing with you, why would I have cared if you were sick, and why would you have so easily taken it back? Remember when you first came into the room you said something like, ‘Brother, which of us do you think Mom and Dad will believe?’” “Shirley did say that, so what?” “That’s what reminded me.

Even if I did find some clues, if I told my parents without any evidence that their precious daughter had done something a good student shouldn’t have, the chances of them believing me would be lower than winning the lottery.

Instead, I might get a severe beating for defamation.”

"Besides, you should know that I don't have a habit of tattletales." "Brother...is smarter than Shirley expected." Shirley's lips curled into an enigmatic smile.

--- Hey, why does that smile feel a little creepy? It's like the last boss, always lurking in the shadows, has finally appeared.

"Now that things have come to this, Shirley won't hide anything anymore.

Deliberately revealing my secret to lure you into making any promise, confessing my innermost feelings to gain your sympathy, even feigning unbearable shame and stabbing you with a knife—it was all part of Shirley's plan." I felt dizzy. I hadn't expected to be outmaneuvered by my own sister. The real Shirley was so cunning.

No, judging from her long-standing act of pretending to be a good student, this was probably just a piece of cake.

"What exactly is your purpose in doing this?" "Of course, it's to turn brother into Sherry's slave." "..." I didn't know how to answer for a moment. Slave? This girl's taste was so heavy.

If I didn't find a way to resist, I'd probably suffer oppression for the rest of my life.

"I'm not a masochist, how could I become someone's slave?

And using a weapon is going too far, what if I really get infected?" "It's okay, Sherry can play the piano too." Sherry's eyes were unfocused, probably feeling a little guilty about this.

"What does killing have to do with playing the piano? Where did you hear such a brainless theory?" "I'm just kidding, how could Sherry really hurt brother?"

"Anyway, I will never admit to being a slave." Although the situation was extremely unfavorable, I was still trying to put up a last-ditch resistance.

"Does brother plan to abandon Sherry? After satisfying his lust, he'll just throw her aside like old clothes? Sherry is so pitiful... Waaah..." "You planned all of this, didn't you?" Pretending to wipe away tears with a handkerchief won't work; I won't be fooled again. "Really? It's

okay, Shirley has one last trick up her sleeve." Shirley decisively ended her crying offensive, her expression miraculously brightening, a confident smile returning.

Damn it, she was faking it all.

To be honest, even knowing she was faking it, I still felt a little sorry for her.

"Then Shirley will go tell our parents that she was raped by her brother.

Unlike that idiot brother, Shirley has solid evidence, because his semen is still perfectly preserved inside her." After saying that, Shirley made a move to walk towards the door. In a panic, I instinctively grabbed Shirley and pulled her back.

"Ouch, brother is so rough."

"But Shirley doesn't dislike her brother like this." "Stop joking, what do you want?" "Shirley isn't joking. If you want to keep this a secret, you have to agree to become Shirley's slave." I was at a loss, completely pushed to the edge.

If my parents found out about my relationship with Shirley, the consequences would be unimaginable—no, I didn't even want to imagine what kind of punishment I would receive.

But if I gave in to Shirley, considering her cunning nature, what awaited me was definitely a long hell, where I would be constantly suppressed by her.

At this moment, I felt like I was struggling in a maze with no way out, and it seemed that no matter what I chose, I couldn't see any light of hope.

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, Shirley spoke again, her attitude as arrogant as a judge about to try a criminal.

"Seeing how distressed you are, kind-hearted Shirley will have mercy and elevate you from slave to secret lover, how about that?" "Let me be clear, there are tons of guys who want to date Shirley." Hmm, this is probably what it feels like for a death row inmate to have their sentence commuted to a suspended death sentence.

But thinking about it carefully, it's still strange to have my brother as a lover.

Thinking about... how we acted during sex, could it be that Shirley really... likes me? "Shirley, could it be that you really... like me?" For some reason, Shirley's cheeks suddenly turned red, and the composed smile she maintained when I exposed her scheme vanished instantly.

"Don't, don't be so presumptuous.

How could Shirley possibly like someone like my brother? Have some self-awareness.

What I said back then... was just the atmosphere... and someone as useless as my brother, if I don't give him a little encouragement, his penis will definitely go soft like a thawed cucumber, and Shirley will be bothered." I was almost crushed by Shirley's merciless words, and my mood became a little depressed.

There's no need to belittle my brother like this.

"If that's the case, why did you choose me as your lover?" "Are my brother's ears just decorations?"

"Didn't I just say that because my good-for-nothing brother couldn't make up his mind, the gentle Sherry made a special exception and promoted him from slave to secret lover?

He can't even understand something this simple? Is his brain filled with some kind of sweet sauce?

Or is it that he actually enjoys being abused like Taro Sasaki, preferring to be a slave rather than a lover? Which side should I choose?" I never expected Sherry to be not only cunning but also so sharp-tongued.

Where did that model student go? No, thinking about it carefully, she never existed in the first place; that was just a persona Sherry played.

"Have you thought it through? Sherry's patience has its limits." "...(lover)" I finally made up my mind, choosing the lesser of two evils.

This was the only path I could take.

But the voice that answered was as soft as an introverted girl speaking in public for the first time.

"Sherry can't hear you.

Brother, you have to say loudly, 'Sherry, please go out with me!'" What kind of shameful play is this? You wretched girl, remember this!

"Please...please go out with me..." "Your voice is still too soft."

"I can't even confess to a girl, what a useless brother!" Because this wasn't a heartfelt confession, it was completely forced upon me, I thought to myself.

Unfortunately, I was completely powerless against Shirley at the moment.

So, I mustered all my courage, with the determination to jump off the Oriental Pearl Tower—"Shirley, please go out with me—!" I shouted it out loud.

It was so embarrassing! Why did my first confession—though not of my own volition—have to be to my own sister? Did the god of love have a grudge against me? "Well, since brother has put it this way, Shirley will reluctantly agree," Shirley seemed finally satisfied, a radiant smile blooming on her face.

And I felt as if I could hear my daily life crumbling.

Thus began the dangerous secret relationship between my sister and me.

After summer vacation began... The mercury column in the thermometer continued to rise, its momentum rivaling that of the CPI of some great powers. The sun lingered in the sky, arrogantly bestowing upon the earth abundant light and heat.

Logically, this time of year is perfect for staying indoors, curled up on a cool mat with the air conditioning on.

But here I am, standing at the entrance of an amusement park, playing a staring contest with my watch. As the hands ticked forward, my anxiety swelled.

Even under the shade of a tree, the heatwave still swept over me, and I even began seriously considering escaping to Antarctica to play with the penguins.

"Shirley, why isn't she here yet…" a complaint escaped my lips unconsciously.

Yes, I was waiting for someone.

More accurately, I was waiting for my date.

Just looking at that sentence, many single men might cast envious, resentful, or even cursing glances my way.

But the reality isn't as rosy as everyone imagines, because there are two profound issues here—"Sorry to keep you waiting, brother," a familiar voice came from behind. I turned around, intending to unleash my dissatisfaction on that unpunctual guy.

He made me wait almost half an hour; complaining a bit is only natural, right? That right is constitutionally guaranteed… I suppose so.

"Why so slow…" My voice trailed off, and for a moment I even wondered if an angel had descended upon me.

Although she has many flaws in her personality, if you only look at her appearance, Sherry could definitely put even top idols to shame.

And Sherry, in her summer limited edition white dress and light makeup, is 30% more charming than usual (personal observation).

The other person seemed to realize I was slightly lost in thought and asked in a teasing tone,

"Could it be that you're mesmerized by Sherry, brother?" Although I was unwilling to admit it, that was the truth. The problem was, once I admitted it, I was doomed; the initiative would be completely in his hands.

So I pretended to be nonchalant and vehemently denied it.

"How could that be?

Instead of saying such pointless things, why don't you reflect on your own lateness? You were almost half an hour late, you have no sense of time at all!" Shirley puffed out her cheeks slightly and retorted with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"In this situation, answering 'It's okay, I just arrived too' is the proper etiquette for a guy, you really have no gentlemanly manners at all." "Why do you make it sound like I'm in the wrong?

How dare you criticize others when you can't even do basic etiquette like being punctual?" Shirley bit her lip, but a mischievous smile quickly appeared on her face.

"Okay, it's Shirley's fault, because it's troublesome to prepare so many things before going out.

And more importantly..." Shirley paused slightly here, brought her cherry-colored lips close to my ear, and continued in a low voice.

"There's a vibrating egg stuck there, it's really inconvenient to move around..." When this devilish whisper vibrated my eardrums and transmitted nerve signals to my brain, I was already certain that I had completely lost this mini-battle of words. Not only could I not hold Sherry accountable for being late, but I couldn't even maintain a calm demeanor.

All sorts of terrible fantasies surfaced in my mind, and my heart began to pound wildly.

"Brother's blushing, are you imagining what it's like to have a vibrating egg stuck in Sherry's pussy?" "H-How could that be... It's

just because it's too hot." Although I stubbornly denied it, I knew that this excuse was like a 'Do Not Run Red Lights' sign, completely useless.

"...Fine, kind-hearted Sherry, let's just say that's how it is." Sherry finally gave up on continuing to provoke my already fragile composure on this topic, but this did not mean forgiveness; on the contrary, it foreshadowed an even greater disaster, all because of the pink remote control she had given me.

"In return, brother, please use this to properly train Sherry today, and let Sherry experience heavenly pleasure." -- You all should know what the 'two profound questions' I mentioned earlier refer to now.

First, the date is with my own sister. Second, what's going to happen today is, I don't know whether to call it an outdoor vibrator play called a date or an outdoor vibrator play date, anyway, it's a very bizarre activity, far removed from the healthy dates I remember.

Thinking about it carefully, this is practically a crime... Ah -- the reader over there, please don't take out your phone to call the police.

It's not my fault that things have developed like this. To be precise, I am the real victim, completely forced into this situation.

Although I really want to bury this memory deep in my heart, like a cactus that I don't touch, in order to clear up the misunderstanding, I have no choice but to dig it up and expose it.

So, let's begin the recollection mode -- Two days ago, in the afternoon, I was lying lazily on the living room sofa taking a nap like a hibernating brown bear, when the sudden doorbell pulled me back to reality.

"Delivery—!" someone called from outside the door.

So I rolled over—closed my eyes again, trying to drift back to sleep.

If I hadn't developed amnesia at such a young age, there shouldn't be any packages coming my way recently, meaning the doorbell ringing was completely irrelevant to me.

Besides, Shirley was home; she'd probably sign for it. So, I decided to continue conserving my energy.

I'm sure many of you have similar thoughts, and it's definitely not because I'm too lazy to get up.

Sure enough, Shirley soon came running out of her room.

But after signing for the package, she didn't go back to her room; judging from her footsteps, she was approaching the sofa where I was sleeping.

So I slightly opened my sleepy eyes and found that Shirley was holding a small box, about 30 centimeters square.

Also, I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I felt a faint smile on her face, as if she was in a very good mood.

"Is this a package for you?" "Yeah, I bought it on Taobao." "What's inside?" I asked casually, but regretted it almost immediately because Shirley's face clearly showed a 'I was waiting for you to say that' expression.

"Does brother want to know?" "...No, never mind." As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Especially since what happened in June, I've discovered Shirley's cunning nature hidden beneath her model student mask, and my instincts told me that a deep, unfathomable trap awaited ahead.

"Brother must want to know, right?" "Sorry, I'm not interested." "Brother definitely wants to know, right?" Shirley persisted, shoving the box in front of my eyes like a primary school student eager to show off after getting a perfect score (in fact, Shirley often filled her test papers with variants of the letter 'r').

"Okay, okay, what's in the box?" I finally gave in, defeated by Shirley's persistence.

But soon—to be precise, ten seconds later—regret sprouted in my heart like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

"This is it, the new 20-segment variable frequency wireless remote control vibrator, with a remote control distance of up to ten meters..." Shirley opened the box, proudly showing off her spoils, and introduced it like a host on a shopping spree.

I felt a headache coming on. Vibrators shouldn't be something underage girls talk about so enthusiastically.

Ever since I accidentally stumbled upon Shirley's secret not long ago, she no longer hid it from me.

In front of others, she pretended to be a gentle and refined girl, but when we were alone, her promiscuity was even more outrageous than some women in the sex industry. She could be a textbook example of 'hypocrisy'.

Speaking of which, she must have bought this with her parents' allowance. I wonder what they would think if they knew that their beloved daughter didn't use that money to buy reference books or anything like that, but instead spent it on adult toys.

For the first time, I felt a little sympathy for parents who never reciprocated my feelings.

"...Is that so? That's really nice," I said dismissively, standing up to make a strategic retreat to my room.

Unfortunately, Shirley, quick as a flash, grabbed my clothes.

"Where are you planning to go, brother?" "An expedition to Azeroth." "Don't always stay cooped up in your room playing games. It's a rare summer vacation, you should go out and have some fun once in a while." "There's nowhere to go, and the weather is so hot." "How about going here?" Shirley pulled out a flashy, modern-style flyer from somewhere, with the words "Amusement Park Grand Opening" written in large, round characters in the most conspicuous place.

"Brother and Shirley are going on a date here the day after tomorrow, it's settled, okay?"...Wait a minute, what do you mean 'settled'? Are you some kind of spokesperson for a certain online slang site?

Completely ignoring my opinion, why do I have to go on a date with my own sister?

"Sorry, this is really a bit..." "Huh, brother doesn't want to?" What's with that surprised look? What makes you so sure I'd agree?

"...No, generally speaking, siblings don't go on dates." "Isn't brother Shirley's boyfriend?" That hit a nerve. Last month, for some reason, my precious first confession was tricked by this girl, and ever since then, whenever we're alone, she's been calling herself my boyfriend.

For the details, please refer to the previous chapter...no, it's best if everyone doesn't know about that embarrassing thing.

"Or is it that you've already grown tired of Shirley and are planning to fall for someone else?" "No, that's not the point... I'm worried... what if we run into someone we know?" "We can go separately and meet at the amusement park entrance.

That would actually create a more romantic atmosphere." "But... but..." I still intended to resist, so Shirley's lips curled into a sly smile.

"Oh, right, let me hear something good." Shirley pulled out her patriotic voice recorder from her pocket, pressed a few buttons, and a voice came through.

'Shirley, please go out with me!' This was exactly the line I had forced to confess to Shirley, and that wretched girl had actually recorded it.

A wave of shame washed over me, and I almost had the urge to bang my head against the wall.

*Snap*—'Shirley, please go out with me!'

*Snap*—'Shirley, please go out with me!' "Your confession, no matter how many times I hear it, is still so beautiful," Shirley said, her face slightly flushed, looking completely captivated.

Do you really enjoy those embarrassing lines? This guy is definitely a hopeless sadist. "Please, please don't play it anymore!" This is like rubbing salt into a wound. Is there no one who can stop her violence

? "Share this audio with your friends, let everyone share it!" "Please have mercy! Aaaaaaahh ... "So, about the date..." "Okay, okay, I'll go." "Meet at the amusement park entrance at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow." "Okay, okay." "If you break the promise or are late, you'll be executed!" "Are you some kind of leader?" "I'll also use a vibrator to properly train Sherry then." "Okay, okay... no, you actually made such a request so casually, I almost agreed on the spot." "Isn't this what your brother has always dreamed of?" "How could that be? What kind of image do you have of your brother?" "A sadistic brother who likes to play with his sister's anus with an electric dildo." "Haven't I said it many times? I really didn't know at the time." "A beastly brother who forcibly took his sister's first time." "...That was set up by you, wasn't it?" Although in conclusion, it was indeed my first time invading the forbidden place that my sister had guarded for sixteen years, it can be said that it was all Sherry's conspiracy, and I was completely manipulated by her. "Making excuses to avoid taking responsibility? That's not how a man behaves." "..." I was speechless for a moment. Usually, after something like this happens, the woman is always seen as the victim. If they use 'responsibility' as their trump card, the only option is to obediently give up resisting. "...I'm not... unwilling to take responsibility, but that's a different matter." "If you're willing to take responsibility, at least show some sincerity. You can't even meet Shirley's insignificant request? And..." Generally, no one would call outdoor BDSM a 'insignificant request,' right? Also, please stop fiddling with that recording pen. To me, it's more terrifying than the button on a nuclear weapon. If I could, I'd throw it into Mauna Loa. "Fine, fine, I'll do whatever you say, okay?" I shouted in despair. I felt that since realizing Shirley's true colors, my behavior had been constantly deviating from the norm, gradually being dragged into a bottomless abyss of darkness by her. But now there was no turning back. And so, under Sherry's pressure, my first date plan (with an outdoor vibrator play) became an unchangeable certainty. -- End of flashback mode. See? You all understand now, right? This was all Sherry's doing. If we went to court, I'd be 100% confident of winning. "Sigh..." My sigh blended into the cloudless summer sky. "Brother seems unhappy. Didn't you enjoy your date with Sherry?" That's obvious, isn't it? Aside from a die-hard siscon like Kyoko Kosaka, who would be happy about a date with their sister? I 've said before that I have absolutely no feelings for Sherry beyond family—that's a much more credible statement. But my intuition and accumulated experience tell me that in this situation, I absolutely cannot honestly reveal my true feelings, or the consequences will be dire. "...No, it's none of your business. I'm just worried about the economic situation in our country." "...Although it doesn't seem very believable, it's a rare date, so let's not think about anything that might spoil the mood. A memorable first date, let's go!" "Hmm..." I could only respond weakly. But the smile that bloomed on Shirley's face at that moment made my heart race a little—really just a little. The amusement park was packed with people on the holiday. It felt like any photo taken here could be a textbook example of 'a sea of people'. Shirley clung tightly to my left arm like a koala, her well-developed, full breasts making direct contact with my skin, the soft touch stimulating my fragile rationality. Please allow me to reiterate, this girl is my younger sister. "Shirley...could you move away a little?" "Huh? Why? Aren't couples like this?" Indeed, looking around, I could see several young couples behaving intimately. The problem was—I was certain they were definitely not siblings. "It's hard to walk when you're holding me like this..." But at this point, using the brother-sister reason to ask for a proper distance is pointless. Shirley would definitely reject it with a reason like, "Even my body has been thoroughly ravaged by my brother." So I had to make up another excuse, although I didn't have much hope for such a far-fetched one. "This little thing is insignificant. The important thing is that brother won't forget that, right..." Shirley used the four light words "this little thing" to gloss over my reasonable request, then let her vocal cords rest, only using her lips to say two words to me—(vibrator). I've never learned lip reading, but I could clearly understand Shirley's meaning. Could it be that we're already telepathically connected? No, no, I don't want this kind of telepathic connection. "Really... is it absolutely necessary?" I subconsciously gripped the remote control in my pocket, feeling my palms already soaked with sweat. "Of course, isn't this one of today's main activities?" Amusement parks should be more wholesome recreational places; generally, no one would come here to do such lewd activities. As I mentally refuted the claim, I glanced around at the tourists. To be honest, the sheer number of people made me realize, "Has the Earth's population really reached seven billion?" "With so many people here, what if we get spotted?" I whispered, my voice trembling with nervousness.

But Shirley completely ignored my words, continuing to slightly part her cherry blossom-colored lips—(turns on the remote control) Telepathy is truly amazing; knowing each other's hearts without words… No, this isn't the time to be sentimental.

"…Isn't this dangerous?" (turns on the remote control) Damn it, all you do is say "remote control, remote control" (though you don't say anything), are you a broken repeating machine?

Since that's the case, I don't care what the consequences are.

With a soft click, I somewhat resignedly turned on the remote control.

"Ugh…" The next instant, Shirley bit her lip, letting out a low, soft moan, her slender body beginning to tremble slightly.

"Shirley, are you alright?" "…I…I'm fine," Shirley answered haltingly, her voice sounding both pained and yet also tinged with pleasure.

…This girl, she actually likes to masturbate with a vibrator in public! How could I have such a perverted sister?

Her trembling body, flushed face, and glistening beads of sweat on her snow-white skin—this pitiful appearance strongly stimulated my male instincts.

I desperately suppressed my rapidly beating heart, casting away those impure thoughts into the Pacific Ocean, and tried to speak calmly.

"Can you walk by yourself?" Stopping in such a crowded place would likely alert others to Shirley's unusual behavior, so it was best to move quickly and find a less crowded spot.

"Mmm..." Shirley nodded gently, then dragged her trembling legs forward step by step.

After moving several hundred meters like this, Shirley seemed to gradually get used to the stimulation of the vibrating egg, and her reaction wasn't as intense as at the beginning.

Fortunately, no one around us cast suspicious glances.

It seemed we could get through this without any major incident, and just as I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, I suddenly felt Shirley tugging at my sleeve.

(Turn up the volume) I began to curse that damned 'telepathy'.

Just how crazy are you planning to get?

But I knew very well that even if I tried to dissuade her, Shirley would be like a stubborn tyrant, refusing to listen to a single word.

I could only offer sincere prayers to God, Buddha, Allah, and all the deities I knew, while turning the sweat-soaked remote control to the second setting.

Shirley's body trembled like an electric shock, pain and pleasure mingling on her face.

With a groan, Shirley pressed her thighs tightly together, her body slowly sinking down.

This unusual behavior finally attracted attention. Some people stopped, looking at Shirley and me with gazes that were hard to decipher—whether of concern or suspicion—and began to whisper amongst themselves.

Cold sweat streamed down my back. I quickly turned off the remote and bent down to ask softly,

"Are you alright?" Shirley didn't answer, only breathing heavily, as if she had just run a ten-kilometer marathon.

I noticed a clear trail of fluid running down Shirley's inner thigh, even the upper part of her stockings was slightly discolored from being soaked.

...Could it be that Shirley had just had an orgasm?

My younger sister had an orgasm in front of everyone! As her older brother, I didn't know whether to be distressed, lament, or just die.

But my immediate priority was to escape without anyone noticing.

"N-I'm sorry, my sister... she seems to have an upset stomach.

She should be fine, everyone don't need to worry," I forced a fake smile like a salesman dealing with a difficult customer, fabricating a flimsy excuse while inwardly cursing my poor acting.

Then I helped Shirley up, staging a triumphant escape under everyone's gaze.

The stares from behind felt like sharp blades piercing my back.

I led Shirley to a tree-lined pavilion. Perhaps because it was just past ten in the morning, not yet break time, the entire amusement park was surprisingly quiet, creating a private world for Shirley and me… No, I didn't have any ill intentions, it was just better to be undisturbed in this situation.

I let Shirley sit on the bench to rest, then went to the nearby convenience store and bought her some chilled Kangfu mineral water, handing it to her.

"..." Shirley silently took the clear plastic bottle, her brows furrowing slightly.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "Don't you know Shirley prefers Tongxing orange juice?" "Who knows!" I couldn't help but shout.

So picky about drinks, the word 'gratitude' probably doesn't exist in this girl's dictionary.

I'm exhausted from covering for you.

But... having the energy to worry about this means she's healthy, right? My heart, which had been pounding, finally eased a little.

"Understanding your girlfriend's preferences is a guy's duty, I'm far from it," Shirley said, waving her index finger and lecturing me with irrelevant knowledge.

Does the guy who's been causing me so much trouble have the right to say such things?

“But I still have to say thank you, thank you, brother.” Shirley suddenly changed the subject, pressing the mineral water bottle against her still slightly flushed cheek, and said words of comfort with a dazzling smile.

Ugh—this is practically unfair! With her thanking me like that, I can't even utter a word of complaint.

So I looked away, trying to forcefully change the subject.

“Speaking of which, that was really dangerous just now, you almost got caught, didn't you?” “It’s okay, Shirley already had a plan.” “...Is that so? That’s good.” That makes sense, even Shirley wouldn’t do a public outdoor play without any preparation… “Just claim that you were forced by your brother.

Poor little sister succumbs to male lust, being wantonly played with by her sadistic older brother (crying).” “That’s completely turning black into white, what do you mean by ‘poor little sister’? Also, please don’t try to gain sympathy by faking tears.” I could clearly feel the veins throbbing on my forehead. Just how cunning is this guy?

“Shirley had no choice. If others found out, the image she’d built up would be ruined.” “Since you know, don’t do something so dangerous.” “Anyway, with your brother here, is this what you call ‘sacrificing the pawn to save the king’?” “Don’t talk like you have Angola syndrome. Do you think I’m just a pawn to be used and discarded?” “How could that be? Your brother holds a very important place in Shirley’s heart, second only to Wi-Fi dildos.” “Am I not even as good as an adult toy?” “Then let’s put it another way, on par with a cucumber wrapped in omni-enhanced diapers.” “My status hasn’t improved at all; in fact, it’s subtly declined.” As for what the cucumber wrapped in omni-enhanced diapers is for… for the sake of mental health, let’s not think about it.

“Still not satisfied? Shirley clearly values your brother so much.” “You make it sound like you’ve made a huge concession. Where did you show any appreciation for me in your words just now?” “Shirley clearly loves your brother so deeply.” “…Eh?” I was stunned for a moment. I remembered that this was the first time Shirley had said the word ’love’ to me.

And she said it so naturally that I didn’t know how to respond.

The playful expression vanished from Shirley's face, and she continued in an extremely serious tone.

"My brother is an oasis in Shirley's heart. Only in front of my brother can Shirley not wear the mask of a good student and show her most authentic, slightly lecherous self."

"Shirley's body and soul belong to my brother alone, because to Shirley... he is irreplaceable, the most important person." I never expected Shirley to say such embarrassing lines face-to-face. My face flushed slightly, and my heart felt like it had been filled with lemon juice—sweet yet sour.

I even ignored the obvious criticism: "You're not... a little... lecherous, are you?"

Just as I was considering how to respond... "If I said that, would brother be happy?" "Damn it, is she playing me again?" The sweet atmosphere between us vanished like magic. Although I knew Shirley was like a wicked witch, taking pleasure in deceiving and manipulating others, I had unknowingly fallen into her trap. I didn't know if it was because I was too careless, or because of Shirley's irresistible charm.

"Brother... are you angry?" "Shirley leaned closer to me. If you only looked at her appearance, she was indeed as perfect as an angel, her captivating beauty making it hard for me to look directly at her.

"You're not angry," I subconsciously turned my face away. In the process of getting along with Shirley, I had gradually figured out her personality. If she were really angry over such a small thing, she would have had a high blood pressure attack long ago.

"As an apology, I'll give you a gift, brother," Shirley said, then reached her right hand into her skirt and, with a sweet breath, took out something pink.

A vibrator, and it was covered in a clear honey-like substance—which was to be expected, since it had been inserted into Shirley's vagina a moment ago, and it probably still carried her body heat. It looked a hundred times more erotic than a cold plastic product in a box, and even the air seemed to be filled with the alluring scent of female hormones.

"...What...what does this mean?" The sudden appearance of this age-limited item was too stimulating for a high school student, and I even spoke haltingly.

"It's for you to keep as a memento." "

If you can't sleep at night because you're thinking about Shirley, you can use this to masturbate." "...No way!" Using a vibrator your sister used as a nighttime snack—just how perverted do you think your brother is?

"Isn't your brother's favorite thing?" This is blatant slander! Can I file a complaint?

"So... what your brother wants is Shirley's body?" A seductive smile appeared on Shirley's face as she sat on my lap. "

Stop, we're outdoors. What if someone sees us?" "That's not what my brother's penis says," Shirley said, her soft, boneless hands unzipping my pants and pulling out my penis… My manhood was already erect… It was a man's instinct, and I couldn't help it.

"Shirley's little hole… is already so wet… Don't you really want it, brother?" Shirley used her right hand to caress her clitoris, drawing out a long, silvery thread, whispering seductively in my ear.

I was speechless. To say I didn't want it would be a complete lie.

Ever since experiencing that ecstatic pleasure, I'd been like an addict addicted to some terrible drug, unable to break free.

And once I crossed that final line, my psychological resistance grew weaker and weaker.

"(I want it…)" My voice was barely audible. Thinking back, Shirley always took the initiative in these situations; generally, it should be the opposite of a typical male-female relationship. I felt truly ashamed.

"Very well, then kind-hearted Shirley will reward her brother." I don't know when apology turned into a reward, but at this moment I had no energy left to complain about such a trivial matter.

Shirley stood up slightly, pulled the panties covering her private parts aside, and then, holding my penis against the entrance of her peach blossom, slowly sat down—"Mmm..." Since Shirley had already experienced an orgasm, her secret passage, filled with lustful honey, was fully lubricated, and there was no longer the initial resistance when it was inserted. With Shirley's soft moans, her tender pink buds effortlessly swallowed the huge penis to the root, and her vulva pressed tightly against my waist.

"It's...it's in...brother's...penis...it's all the way in." Although the insertion went smoothly, the tightness of her vagina was no less than when she was first deflowered.

Rather, it was as if, after experiencing the pleasures of sex, Shirley's naturally alluring genitals had rapidly evolved into a juice-producing tool that drove male instincts wild.

Even without thrusting, the walls of flesh surrounding my glans were still gently undulating, transmitting wave after wave of exquisite stimulation to my pleasure nerves.

"Is Shirley's vagina...comfortable..." After taking my penis fully inside, Shirley, her face flushed, asked in a captivatingly seductive voice.

"Mmm...Shirley's vagina is the best...so comfortable and warm." My brain, filled with dopamine, also abandoned my usual reserve, telling Shirley my most honest feelings in a dreamlike voice.

"Brother too... your penis... fills Shirley's inside... so full... it feels so good, I'm going to move..." Shirley smiled contentedly, slightly raising her body before sitting down again to take my penis in, repeating this motion repeatedly as I rubbed my member against her honeypot.

"Shirley feels so hot inside..." The lewd sounds echoed in my ears, and with each small thrust, Shirley's skin, immersed in pleasure, gradually turned a pale pink, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

At the same time, her vagina secreted even more vaginal fluid, flowing down her labia and even soaking a large area of my pants.

“Shirley…no, I can’t take it anymore…I’m being violated by my brother…I’m going to come…fill Shirley’s wanton womb with semen…” “Shirley, I, I also…” “Eee, brother’s penis…it’s gotten bigger again.” Shirley swayed her hips back and forth, a look of ecstasy on her face. She gripped my arm tightly, seemingly desperately trying to suppress the pleasure, even drawing three bloody marks on her skin.

“Ugh, I can’t take it anymore…Shirley, Shirley is going to die…” With frantic cries, Shirley’s body arched back sharply, trembling violently as if electrocuted, finally reaching her second orgasm.

Almost simultaneously, my penis erupted uncontrollably, white lava flooding Shirley’s cervix.

“Brother’s semen…it’s so powerful…Shirley’s womb is almost melting.” Shirley’s body went limp, as if all her strength had left her, clinging tightly to me.

Ten minutes later, I dragged my still-exhausted body to clean up the mess, tidying my disheveled clothes and wiping away any unwanted stains with tissues.

"You were really wild, brother," Sherry teased as usual, now that she had calmed down. This time, I couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

Thinking about it carefully, I realized I had indeed done something incredibly bold—doing that kind of thing with Sherry in a pavilion where anyone could come at any moment, and making such a racket. If we had been discovered, it would have been disastrous.

A strong sense of dread washed over me.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Ah, are you still fantasizing about Sherry's body?" Sherry continued to press.

Always doing dangerous things like standing on your head on the edge of a cliff, and then laughing and joking as if nothing happened—doesn't this lustful guy know what fear is?

"...Let's go after we're done tidying up," I said, ignoring Sherry's question, and left the pavilion first.

"Ah, wait a minute."

"Is my brother in such a hurry to go somewhere else to make love with Shirley?"...This girl is hopeless.

As evening approached, the sun, which had relentlessly scorched the earth, seemed to have finally run out of fuel, transforming from a dazzling white into an orange hue resembling a half-cooked egg yolk, gradually sinking below the horizon. "

Could you please show up a little later tomorrow? Don't be at work before six every day. Nobody pays you anyway; it's nice to take a break sometimes."

I dragged my heavy legs after Shirley. It's a cliché, but my body truly felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

After leaving the pavilion, led by Shirley, I left my footprints throughout the vast amusement park.

Thanks to this, my stamina has now dropped to the dangerous red zone.

To use an RPG analogy, encountering just one more low-level slime would guarantee a game over.

"..." In contrast, Shirley beside me showed no signs of fatigue, her steps light as if unaffected by gravity, even humming softly.

Youth is truly wonderful... wait, am I some kind of old man?

"Shirley, don't you feel tired at all?" "As long as I have my brother's semen, Shirley is practically a perpetual motion machine..." Okay, I'm such an idiot for asking that.

Besides, a perpetual motion machine is probably impossible, right?

I looked up at the setting sun and suggested to Shirley.

"It's getting late, we should probably head back." "Hey, Sherry hasn't had enough fun yet.

Right... let's just get a hotel room, otherwise my brother won't get any sleep tonight." "Putting aside the possibility of two high school students getting into a hotel room, our parents will definitely worry if we don't come home." To be honest, I wasn't entirely unmoved by Sherry's suggestion, but the risk was just too high.

Sherry's expression suddenly darkened, like a child whose beloved toy had been taken away.

"Okay... I'll go back then." It was clear Sherry was very reluctant, but in front of everyone, Sherry, pretending to be a good student, obviously couldn't do something as outrageous as not coming home, especially disappearing with me—that would definitely cause a huge uproar.

"But before we go home, Sherry has one last request..." Sherry paused slightly, lightly touching her lips with her snow-white fingers; her cherry blossom lips seemed more delicate and beautiful than any flower.

"...Give Sherry a kiss." Huh? The unexpected request left me momentarily at a loss. Although we had crossed the line, this act of expressing our love was, in a sense, more embarrassing than indulging in primal instincts, especially on a busy street.

...Wait, Shirley probably doesn't like me. To her, I'm just an object of her amusement and a convenient tool for satisfying her sexual desires.

Although we've talked about being lovers, it's just a facade. The word 'slave' that Shirley initially used is more fitting for my status; I'm usually treated like a servant.

If that's the case, why the sudden request for a kiss...? While my mind was in a whirl, Shirley didn't speak, but simply closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes seemingly trembling slightly.

The setting sun bathed her face in gold, creating a sacred beauty.

...This behavior is too cunning. She always acts so superior, but now she's appearing so pitiful, making it impossible for me to refuse.

My heart raced, and my face flushed slightly. Helplessly, I quickly and lightly touched Shirley's lips.

Though it was only for a moment, Shirley's body heat was clearly felt, spreading throughout my body like a warm current.

I nervously glanced around. Luckily, as it was getting late, the amusement park was no longer as noisy as during the day. However, we were still spotted by two female tourists who looked like college students. Their whispers amplified my shame.

...Oh no, we're definitely being mistaken for a silly couple openly flirting.

I groaned inwardly, turning my face away quickly to hide my burning cheeks, and said in a stiff voice,

"Are you satisfied now? Let's go home." And so, Shirley and I embarked on our journey home, but only for the short distance from the amusement park to the station.

To avoid being seen, we agreed beforehand to travel separately on the way back. Shirley, with her ample allowance, could enjoy a smooth and comfortable taxi, while I, short of money, had to squeeze onto a sardine-can-like bus.

By the way, I've repeatedly protested to my parents about the unfair distribution of allowances, demanding an improvement in the unequal distribution, but they always insist on using academic performance and daily behavior as the standard, rejecting my reasonable requests without explanation.

I stared at my shadow, stretched long by the setting sun like dough, the events of the day swirling in my mind, my heart a jumble of thoughts.

Shirley's words in the pavilion this morning, "She clearly loves her brother so deeply"... she must have just been teasing me.

But how do I explain her initiative to kiss me just now?

Shirley probably only made love to me because I'm the closest male to her, and she would never reveal her secret, making me a convenient outlet for her sexual desire.

And given her usual domineering attitude towards me, it's hard to imagine she has any feelings for me.

Yet, glimpses of her shy side have stirred ripples in my heart like a stone thrown into still water.

Shirley remained unwilling to reveal her true feelings. Could this ambiguous and twisted relationship between us continue like this...? "Why do you look so pensive, like a nude statue?" Shirley's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts, so I answered casually.

"...I'm just worried about the economic situation in our country." "Brother already used that excuse this morning." Oh no, thinking back, that's true.

How could my clever sister be fooled twice by the same excuse?

And to be precise, Shirley had only refrained from pursuing the matter this morning.

"Tell me honestly, what are you thinking about... Is it about a mistress?" Shirley moved closer to me, her pretty face filled with curiosity, determined not to give up until she got the answer.

I realized I couldn't keep up the pretense any longer, and deep down, I also wanted to find an opportunity to ask.

"I was thinking..." I took a deep breath, making my final decision.

"...What exactly is our relationship now?" "Eh..." Shirley paused slightly, then asked in a questioning tone.

"What does brother think? Siblings?" "That's true, but it's not just that." "Beastly brother and flesh slave sister?" "Can you be serious?" "Lovers?" "That's just your pretense. You've never liked me, have you?" "Is that so... Brother really thinks that way... That's true." A complex expression appeared on Shirley's face, whether disappointment or relief, I couldn't tell.

She looked away and continued in an almost inaudible voice,

"That's right, we're just 'lovers in name only'... Maybe this is the best choice for us." After saying this ambiguous sentence, Shirley seemed to be hiding something and quickly turned around and walked away.

Only her dark hair fluttered in front of my eyes.

"Hey, wait a minute!" I hurriedly chased after her back, wanting to ask her what was going on.

Just then—"Yang, Shirley...?" A strange voice suddenly came from behind me. I subconsciously turned around and found a girl about the same age as Shirley staring at us with an incredulous expression.

...Could it be that we were seen by someone Shirley knew?

5 “Yang, Shirley…?” A strange voice suddenly came from behind me. I instinctively turned around and saw a girl about the same age as Shirley staring at us with an incredulous expression.

“Lin Ling, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to meet you here,” Shirley replied calmly, showing no sign of panic.

At the same time, a warm, sunny smile appeared on her face, but knowing Shirley’s true nature, I knew in my heart that this was just a ‘masked smile’ when facing strangers.

"I'm going to that camera equipment store nearby... This is..." A strange girl—whose name sounded like Lin Ling from Shirley's words—looked at me suspiciously, like a security guard at a high-class hotel facing an unidentified intruder.

Oh no, I've been suspected after all.

That's to be expected, isn't it? Young men and women going out together on holidays are generally assumed to be a couple.

Telling her we're siblings doesn't seem right either; what kind of high school siblings stroll around so intimately?

"This is my brother," Shirley said without any regard for my feelings, revealing the truth without hesitation.

Hey, is it really okay to say this?

"Brother... then you are..." The girl's face clearly showed suspicion and confusion.

Am I about to be unable to hide it any longer?—I inwardly groaned.

"Well, we're going to stay at a relative's house tonight, and our parents want us to come along," Shirley fabricated a lie without batting an eye. She truly is a model student of hypocrisy; she lies without batting an eye. "Oh, right

, weren't you going to the camera equipment store? It's closing soon, you know," the girl seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, Shirley glanced at her watch casually and urged her on.

"Ah, um, I'll go now... goodbye," the girl said hesitantly, turning away with some reluctance.

Before leaving, she seemed to glare at me sharply. Why was I being glared at by a girl I didn't know?

Watching her retreating figure, I wiped the sweat from my brow and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After the crisis passed, my conversation with Shirley resurfaced in my mind.

When Shirley said, "We're just lovers in name only," even if it was just my imagination, for a moment, a tearful expression seemed to appear on her face.

What did that sentence mean? What was she thinking? I was determined to find out.

"Shirley, about what happened earlier..." "Well, let Shirley think about it," Shirley said, resting her chin on her white, jade-like fingers and tilting her head slightly as if thinking.

It was such an ordinary movement, but Sherry made it look like a painting… No, I was definitely not mesmerized.

Although Sherry seemed to be deliberately creating an atmosphere of 'I'm thinking,' which felt a bit contrived, judging from her serious expression, she should give me a satisfactory answer, right? -- "I suggest you try taking some Viagra." -- My expectations were perfectly dashed after only three seconds.

"What are you talking about?" "Isn't it about your occasional erectile dysfunction?" "No, when did I mention that?" Besides, I'm still young, and I have absolutely no problems in that area… No, although it's not something to brag about.

"By the way, you shouldn't take more than 100 milligrams of Viagra, don't overdo it because you're horny." "I never planned to take that kind of drug." "Also, Sherry prefers doggy style to riding." "I didn't ask you that." Don't say such provocative lines so casually in the street, it makes me involuntarily imagine -- Sherry lying on the bed with her back to me, her white, jade-like buttocks… This isn't the time to think about that.

"What I wanted to say was just now..." "Ah, a taxi is here!" Just then, a taxi drove up to us, and Shirley raised her voice to flag it down, as if deliberately trying to interrupt me.

The taxi stopped beside Shirley, and before I could react, she quickly climbed into the car, waving goodbye through the window.

"I had a great time today, thank you, brother." Then the taxi sped away, leaving me standing blankly on the roadside, being bathed in exhaust fumes.

After swaying on a crowded bus for almost an hour (a seat? Of course, there was no chance), I dragged my tired body to my front door, only to find Shirley and my parents already sitting at the table, happily enjoying dinner.

Because I got home so late, my father scolded me a little, lecturing me on "why can't you be like Shirley and come home on time every day?"

It was so unfair! She was the one who instructed me to go out today, and this culprit was now nonchalantly picking the small bones out of a yellow croaker... Oh well, this kind of unfair treatment isn't new; I'm used to it.

After that, I tried several more times to find out Shirley's true feelings, but each time I was cleverly evaded.

My life as a human vibrator continued; whenever I had the chance, Shirley would exploit me. If I weren't young, I probably would have become withered like a shrouded human specimen from some ancient civilization.

Although every time I made love to Shirley, my reason was completely swallowed by primal pleasure, the regret afterward still lingered in my heart, and at the same time, I couldn't erase my lust for Shirley's body.

In this vicious cycle, my anxiety and unease grew day by day throughout the summer vacation.

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I remember that the main point of Einstein's theory of relativity is that relatively easy and carefree times always pass faster—I think that's it, although I don't remember it very clearly.

Anyway, it felt like the nearly two-month summer vacation had flown by in an instant.

Although the matter of Shirley weighed on my mind, making the summer vacation not entirely carefree, for students, simply 'not having to go to school' meant paradise.

Turning to the September calendar announced that I had to say goodbye to air conditioning, cooling mats, and iced cola, and return to the oppressive classroom, pretending to listen attentively as I endured the teachers' forced brainwashing. On

the first day of school, the alarm clock, which I hadn't used for two months, seemed to be making up for the previous gap, torturing my auditory nerves with its deafening noise, forcibly dragging me from my sweet dreams.

"...So noisy," I mumbled a complaint, rubbing my sleepy eyes, and stiffly sat up like a zombie.

The clock hands had just pointed to seven o'clock. Looking out the window, I saw that the sun hadn't fully risen above the horizon yet.

During summer vacation, I could have slept soundly, and an overwhelming sense of loss welled up inside me.

Although I longed for the triumphant alarm clock to make a horizontal trajectory out the window and once again make intimate contact with the soft pillow, my remaining rationality prevented this tempting thought.

I slowly changed my clothes, staggered out of the room like a drunkard, hastily washed up, grabbed a piece of bread, and headed to school.

Despite my brain's resistance, the instinct I had developed from two years of going to school still led me to the place I least wanted to go.

Apart from the 'two' on the classroom door sign changing to 'three,' I had no real feeling of being in my senior year of high school.

The classmates were all familiar faces, and even the slightly balding, always gloomy-faced middle-aged male teacher was, thankfully (?) still serving as our homeroom teacher.

So this bitter gourd-like man used his signature hypnotic tone to give us a more than one-hour-long ideological education during the first class meeting of the new semester.

As for the specific content, I believe those with an elementary school education or above have heard similar speeches, so I will omit it here. In

short, under the double attack of sleep deprivation and the tedious speech, I quickly slumped onto the table and entered a hazy state of consciousness.

After the homeroom teacher's valuable speech came the big cleaning.

There were no classes scheduled for the first day of school. The only purpose was to clean the classroom, which had been empty for two months—or more accurately, just make it look less dirty—before heading home to enjoy the last half-day of leisure.

However, as punishment for sleeping in class, I was assigned to take out the trash and do the final cleanup. So, when I returned victorious, having delivered the incredibly heavy trash bag to its proper place, the classroom was empty, including my closest friends.

"I should go home early too..." I thought to myself, lamenting my best friends' cold-heartedness, as I stuffed all the cleaning supplies—broom, bucket, etc.—into the rusty metal cabinet.

After finishing, I returned to my seat and took my bag out of my desk.

"Hmm? What's this?" A pink piece of paper fluttered to the floor with my bag.

This shouldn't be mine, right? I picked it up suspiciously and discovered that the so-called piece of paper was actually a small envelope. The paper felt smooth and even had a faint fragrance; it was clearly high-quality—could this be...?

I quickly hid the envelope in my desk, reflexively glancing around.

Although I knew there was probably no one else in the classroom, I still carefully searched every corner, including under the old, unused desk at the back. After confirming there were no signs of life, I breathed a slight sigh of relief and sat back down.

I carefully retrieved the letter as if it were a priceless artifact, my hands trembling slightly as I took out the paper.

"Waiting for you on the rooftop after school, don't be late," read the short sentence on the lily-patterned paper.

This...this must be the legendary one, where a girl asks her crush out, confesses, and they embark on a rosy future together. I never imagined such a dramatic thing would happen to me.

But as for the writer, I had absolutely no clue. Not to brag, but I'm just an ordinary high school student, as inconspicuous as a cherry tomato among strawberries.

My looks, grades, and athletic ability are all mediocre at best.

Aside from my sister with her strange sexual fetishes, no girl has ever shown me any affection—no, to be precise, Shirley doesn't like me either; to her, I'm just a servant.

If that's the case, could it be a prank by my mischievous friends?

Forging a letter to lure me to the rooftop, then using my embarrassing moment as fodder for gossip after class.

But those guys' handwriting is like a bloated, distorted samba dancer's—it shouldn't be able to produce such neat handwriting on letter paper.

So, this letter really was written by a girl? But what if I fall for it? I'd probably be too ashamed to stay at this school.

Various thoughts swirled in my mind, and I was caught in a dilemma.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally decided to take the gamble.

After all, such an opportunity was rare; if those fearless guys were trying to trick me, I swore I'd throw them into the Mariana Trench.

So, with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, I climbed the stairs of the teaching building, my heart pounding more fiercely with each step.

Fortunately, most people had already left school, and I reached the rooftop door without running into anyone I knew.

I gripped the doorknob, took a deep breath, and finally pushed open the door with a final burst of determination.

With a creak, gray cement bricks and a clear blue autumn sky unfolded before me.

Although I was somewhat prepared, thankfully no blackboard eraser or anything like that fell from the door, and no one was holding up a 'prank successful' sign to greet me.

I looked around and spotted a petite girl standing with her back to me on the left railing.

Her back seemed familiar, but she wasn't someone I knew; to be precise, I didn't know any girls my age.

"...Excuse me," I hesitantly began, taking a few steps closer to her.

Talking to girls I didn't know was my worst skill; I was a little envious of those playboys who could strike up conversations so easily—how did they manage to be so oblivious?

Although my voice was barely audible, the girl seemed to hear me.

She turned around, her smooth, medium-length hair gilded with gold by the sunlight. Her small face was framed by a pair of bright, lively eyes, giving her an adorable and playful appearance, like a kitten. Her

slender legs beneath her short skirt were endearing.

While not as beautiful as Shirley, she was still quite pretty.

But what surprised me most was—"...You're from that day—" "Yes, we met during summer vacation, Yang Shirley's brother," the girl replied expressionlessly. Her skin, though not very fair, had a healthy tan that gave it a unique charm.

Hmm, speaking of which, hasn't she gotten darker since we first met...? Maybe she went to the beach afterwards.

I was momentarily at a loss for words. I had thought that summer vacation incident was perfectly resolved, that it was 'dealt with,' and could be thrown into the dustbin of memory.

Could it be that she still suspected Shirley and me, and planned to interrogate me about the truth in this deserted place?

Cold sweat trickled down my back.

But since I was already here, there was no escape.

"Did you write this letter?" "Yes, I specially invited you here today because..." Here it comes, I mentally rehearsed how to handle all sorts of questions, but the girl's next words completely surprised me.

"I hope you'll go out with me." "What..." This unexpected confession left me stunned. My expression must have been as dumbfounded as an archaeologist who had just unearthed a dinosaur fossil.

Although I hadn't entirely ruled out the possibility of a romantic encounter when I received that letter, it was ultimately just a faint expectation, especially since I hadn't seemed to have made a good impression on this girl during our first meeting.

So, encountering something like this was bound to be very surprising.

"I hope you'll go out with me," the girl repeated firmly, sounding like she wasn't joking.

Of course, I couldn't help but be happy to be confessed to by a girl for the first time, but the confusion outweighed my feelings.

We'd only met twice, and I didn't even know each other's names.

Right, Shirley seemed to have mentioned her name before, I think her surname was Lin, but I couldn't remember her full name.

"This is so sudden! I don't even know your name." "I'm Lin Ling, and I'm in the same class as Xue Li.

Is that alright? It's settled then, we're boyfriend and girlfriend from today onwards." "Please wait a minute, that's not what I meant. We don't know each other at all, why would we suddenly..." "Is this what they call love at first sight?" Although it sounded a little exciting, why did she say such a thing with such a blank expression and a questioning tone?

But now is not the time to dwell on such trivial matters.

"I mean, shouldn't we start as friends and get to know each other better..." "I've already gotten to know her very thoroughly." Lin Ling pulled a black notebook from her pocket, flipped to a page, and began reading aloud: "Yang Yujie, 18 years old, born October 10th, Libra, blood type AB, height 176 cm, weight 59 kg, favorite sport is soccer, most frequently visited website is mp0, usually starts washing from the left arm when showering..." "Stop—" I instinctively shouted to stop her. How did she get such detailed information, and with such astonishing accuracy... It seemed to carry a criminal undertone. It was better not to think about it too much.

Especially the last part about showering, I hadn't even noticed it myself. It seems necessary to strengthen the security of my bathroom. I remember a few times during summer vacation when I didn't check if the window was closed properly. I must not be careless again.

"Where did you get this information?" "It's confidential." "It's too detailed..." "It's confidential." "How exactly did she..." "It's confidential." Okay, it seems she intends to keep it a secret.

With such powerful investigative abilities, if she were sent to the United States, she could probably find out everything about Obama's ancestors who chased antelopes in Africa.

Lin Ling put the suspicious notebook back in her pocket. It was a rather large notebook, yet it was completely undetectable hidden under her thin summer clothes. Was her pocket connected to another dimension?

"Is this alright? I know Yang Yujie very well." "...No, rather than knowing, it's more like my privacy was being exposed." "If you want to know anything about me, please don't hesitate to ask, from your measurements to the style of your underwear.

Now, are you willing to date me?" Uh, can I even ask about underwear? Are all high school girls these days so bold?

Although there's something strange about her, there's no denying she's very cute.

A girl like this actively asking to date—I might only have this one chance in my life. Generally, I should agree without hesitation.

But—"...I'm sorry," came the words of rejection. Actually, even I don't know why I made this choice...no, or rather, although I know, I'm unwilling to admit it.

"Does that mean you already have a girlfriend?" "No," I answered immediately, swearing to God, this was absolutely true.

But why did that guy's image keep popping into my head?

"Really not...?" Lin Ling moved closer to me, his large, slightly upturned eyes fixed on me.

"N-really not," I shamelessly looked away, my words becoming somewhat flustered.

Although it was just my subjective feeling, Lin Ling's words seemed more like a 'leading' than a 'question'.

I felt something was off, but I couldn't put it into words.

"Since that's the case..." Lin Ling continued to press on, and I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Even though Shirley and I weren't really lovers, that guy still tugged at my heartstrings, making it impossible for me to accept Lin Ling's confession.

"I'm sorry, at least give me some time to think about it," I finally uttered this old-fashioned delaying tactic. Although I knew it was just an escape, at this moment, being able to say these words was already the best I could do.

"(So you really were...)" Lin Ling muttered to herself, then lowered her head and remained silent.

Her bangs obscured her expression... Oh no, did I make her cry?

Just as I was at a loss, Lin Ling suddenly looked up.

She wasn't crying; to be precise, there wasn't even a trace of pain or resentment on her face.

I didn't know if it was because of her strong personality or something else.

"Then I'll wait for your reply. In any case, I will never give up!" Her eyes shone with a competitive light as she stared at me and declared loudly, then she quickly ran towards the entrance and disappeared behind the door.

What a strong girl—watching her petite figure disappear into the distance, I could even feel a chilling atmosphere, but in the next instant—"Thud—Ah!" A sound like a heavy object rolling down the stairwell came from inside, mixed with a girl's cute scream.

--Could it be...?

I rushed to the stairwell entrance and found Lin Ling, who had fallen on the lower steps, standing up while holding onto the railing, her clothes covered in dust.

"Are you... alright?" I asked with concern.

The sound of her fall was terrifying; it wouldn't be surprising if she had to be carried to the hospital.

However, although her knees were red, she didn't seem to be seriously injured.

"...I will never give up!" Lin Ling looked up at me, seemingly trying to cover up her mistake by declaring loudly again.

But a closer look revealed tears welling in her previously competitive eyes, and her usually expressionless cheeks were slightly flushed.

(Why are all the girls who approach me weird...?) Lin Ling fled the scene like the wind, completely unrecognizable as having just made a spectacular tumble down the stairs.

I muttered to myself blankly, of course, no one would answer my question.

That night, in Shirley's room.

Shirley lay on her bed, completely naked.

No, to be precise, she was wearing black stockings, which made her thighs appear even longer and more slender, creating a strong contrast with her fair skin, even more provocative than being completely naked. Her

flawless back, like a piece of jade, gleamed with an ivory sheen under the soft light.

Even the most intimate parts were on full display. Beneath the lovely pale peach-colored chrysanthemum bud, her delicate labia, like flower petals, were already beginning to secrete nectar, drawing a glistening line along her inner thighs.

"Brother, hurry up and give your penis... to Shirley," Shirley urged in a sweet voice, her hips swaying slightly.

No one would ever imagine that the academically excellent and gentle Shirley could have such a lewd side.

Ever since Shirley expressed her preference for the rear-entry position on the way back from the amusement park, we'd occasionally used that position during sex... Initially, I was completely forced into it, making my sister assume such a lewd position, and the act of violating her from behind filled me with intense guilt—although it wasn't fundamentally different from Shirley taking the initiative in the riding position, and from the moment we had physical relations with our siblings, I had already failed as a brother—I still couldn't completely let go of the guilt.

"We can't always let Shirley take the initiative; brother should show some manly spirit," (Shirley said).

Although I personally don't think having sex with my sister from behind is a sign of manliness, given the established superior-subordinate relationship, I couldn't resist Shirley's words, and so the current situation naturally arose.

"Hurry up, does brother like to play passively? That's so mean!" Shirley's patience seemed to be reaching its limit. Looking at her goddess-like, flawless body, I involuntarily swallowed, pressing my slightly aching penis against the entrance of her vagina.

"...Is it really okay?" "What are you hesitating for, brother...fill Shirley's little hole with your big penis..." I made up my mind, thrusting my hips and slowly penetrating Shirley's vagina.

The glans parted the petals, pushing in without any resistance—no, rather than me penetrating, it was more like Shirley's vagina actively swallowing my penis.

Soon, my penis was fully inside, and I could feel the glans pressing against a warm, soft mass of flesh.

"So powerful... Brother's penis... has reached the deepest point..." Sherry, who was being penetrated from behind, breathed heavily and made indistinct moans, a trace of saliva running from the corner of her mouth onto the sheet.

Sherry's honeyed cave tightly enveloped my most sensitive spot. The moment I penetrated, the urge to ejaculate surged like a raging torrent. I paused, desperately resisting the urge to ejaculate immediately.

"Sherry's nipples are already so hard..." Sherry grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breasts.

The soft, elastic touch immediately came from my palm.

My hand unconsciously increased its pressure, kneading Sherry's breasts somewhat roughly.

"So comfortable... Sherry's breasts... Brother, harder..." Her panting voice ignited my male desire. I withdrew my penis until most of the glans was exposed at the vaginal opening, then thrust it in again, beginning a vigorous pumping motion.

Each time the glans struck her cervix, Sherry's delicate body trembled involuntarily, her snow-white skin gradually turning a delicate pink, and the beads of sweat on her body shimmered like pearls under the light.

"Eeeee... I'm coming, in such a lewd position... being violated from behind by my brother... I'm about to climax..." After more than a hundred thrusts, Shirley's vagina suddenly began to contract violently, her body arching backward. At the same time, I reached my limit, ejaculating a large amount of white semen into Shirley's honey hole.

The exhaustion after ejaculation made me involuntarily fall backward onto the bed. While the soft mattress supported my body, my head hit something hard.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." I rubbed my aching head and forced myself to sit up, discovering that the culprit was a rather thick hardcover book. I must have hit the corner of the book.

"What kind of book is this?" I picked up the book with a puzzled look and examined it closely. There were no words on the cover, only an elegant landscape painting. Although the paper was a little yellowed, it was spotless. It felt more like a notebook or something similar than a book.

Could this be Shirley's diary? To respect her privacy, it's best not to open it... But deep down, I also had a slight desire to see what it was.

"Ah, that's..." Sherry noticed the notebook in my hand and seemed a little flustered for a moment, reaching out to snatch it back, but then seemed to change her mind.

"Brother is interested in Sherry's diary?" It really was Sherry's diary, but her tone sounded very casual, as if she didn't care at all.

I was just about to return the diary to its owner when Sherry said something unexpected.

"Sure, if brother wants to see it." Huh... can I see it? Generally speaking, no one would want others to see their diary, after all, it's a matter of privacy.

Although I'm not writing in a diary, if someone sees my bookmarks on my computer, they'll definitely be very angry.

It's a similar principle to a diary.

"No, no, thank you." Although I hesitated a bit, I still handed the diary back to Sherry.

I remember the old saying, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you." As a polite gentleman, I shouldn't casually rummage through other people's personal belongings.

"Brother doesn't want to see it?" For some reason, Sherry seemed disappointed. This was too strange. I was clearly acting as a gentleman out of politeness.

"It's not really appropriate to read someone else's diary so casually." "But... Sherry wants her brother to understand her better.

This diary records Sherry's preferences during sex, and also, Sherry wants to try what SM feels like." "Don't say such grotesque things while blushing and pretending to be innocent." "So, I hope my brother can carefully read this diary and then properly respond to Sherry's request." "No thanks." I answered without hesitation, throwing the notebook back to Sherry.

I used to consider myself a relatively pure high school student, but since getting involved with Sherry, I feel myself gradually falling into depravity.

If I step into the world of grotesque things again, there's probably no turning back.

So this notebook is like Pandora's box; it absolutely cannot be opened.

"Really not going to see?" "For the sake of my mental health, please allow me to solemnly refuse." "Then brother has to grant one request." "...Tell me." Originally, I was supposed to be protecting Shirley's privacy, so why should I agree to her request? The positions are completely reversed—although I had this question in my mind, I knew that arguing with Shirley wouldn't do any good, so I decided to listen for now.

"Take away Shirley's back as well." A subtle light flashed in Shirley's eyes as she said this, as if she had been prepared for it.

"Back?" I didn't react for a moment and subconsciously asked back.

"It's anal sex, in English it's anal sex, in Japanese it's アナルセックス.

It refers to sexual intercourse performed through the anus.

Brother, don't you even know this?"...She really explained it in detail. Although I was no longer surprised by Shirley's bold statement at this point, my head still ached slightly.

Although I had heard about it before, I had never seen it with my own eyes, let alone done it with my sister.

"Are you sure it's okay? It's not too difficult the first time..." "No problem, Shirley has practiced with dildos before." Right, speaking of which, Shirley was still a virgin the first time we had sex, because she used a dildo for anal masturbation.

"But..." "I cleaned it thoroughly beforehand, so there's nothing to worry about." "..." And so I lost all my reasons for objecting.

This girl must have planned this all along, she must have.

"And—" Shirley covered her mouth with her hand, teasingly saying,

"—Brother's got hard again, you want it too, don't you?" Hearing Shirley's words, I awkwardly realized that my previously limp penis had become proudly erect again.

It was all because Shirley hadn't put on any clothes after we finished, her beautiful body constantly swaying in front of me; it was inevitable that I would have a male instinctive reaction.

I didn't know whether to be happy that I was healthy or to lament that my instincts were too honest.

Shirley lay on the bed in the same position as before, her small anus completely exposed before my eyes, seemingly unable to accommodate my penis no matter how I looked at it.

"It's going in now, if it hurts, just say so." "Brother is so gentle.

But it's okay, brother, just use Shirley's anus to vent your lust." "...I don't have any lust at all," I retorted reflexively. This girl never forgets to play dumb.

But thanks to her, my nervousness eased a little.

I made up my mind, pressed the tip of my penis against her anus, and slowly thrust my hips in.

Centered on the anus, the folds expanded radially, swallowing the glans little by little.

"Mmm..." Shirley let out a low moan, perhaps because of the pain from the sudden insertion into her anus.

Her full breasts swayed as her body trembled slightly.

"If it hurts, don't force yourself." "No, it's a little swollen... but it feels good... keep going... just a little more." Under Shirley's insistence, I had no choice but to continue. The moment the thickest part of my penis entered her anus, the sphincter's resistance suddenly weakened.

"Ahhh..." Most of my penis was buried in her anus in one go.

Every fold stretched to its limit, her anus dilating like a volcano.

Seeing that Shirley's anus seemed about to burst open at any moment, I reflexively tried to pull out my penis, but Shirley's buttocks followed.

“No… I want my brother to take my back too…” “But, but it’s too much… it seems like it’s about to tear.” “It’s okay… Shirley exercises there often…” Seeing Shirley looking up at me with moist eyes, I couldn’t say anything more.

Moreover, the pleasure from violating my sister’s anus left me with almost no rationality.

“Then I’ll insert it all at once, just bear with it.” “Mmm…” Shirley started to take deep breaths to relax her sphincter muscles a little.

In time with Shirley’s breathing, I thrust into Shirley’s anus in one go.

My penis went in smoothly to the hilt.

“Eeeee… it’s in… brother’s huge penis… inserted into Shirley’s anus…” (So tight…) I was secretly surprised. Although Shirley’s vagina was also tight, the pressure from the rectal mucosa was incomparable, as if my penis was being tightly gripped.

“Finally… Shirley’s back is also given to brother…” Shirley turned her head to look at me, her face flushed, showing an expression mixed with pain and pleasure.

"Do it the way you like, brother... move, punish Shirley's wanton body properly..." Shirley's sweet plea diminished my rationality like an anesthetic.

I tried to start small thrusts, the layers of her intestinal flesh tightly wrapped around my glans as if unwilling to let go of my penis, and when I inserted it felt like prying open a dense crevice, giving my sensitive parts wonderful stimulation.

A violent pleasure completely different from intercourse surged along the point of contact to my brain, feeling as if my brain nerves were about to be burned off. I involuntarily increased the speed of my thrusts, and the desire to ejaculate gradually rose.

"Shirley's inside is so tight... I'm about to cum." "Cum... brother's semen... all for Shirley... Shirley, with your wanton anus... climax with brother." With Shirley's intermittent moans, I injected my second ejaculation of the day into her intestines.

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I hastily threw on some clothes and collapsed weakly onto the bed in a starfish shape.

Shirley suddenly pressed her body against mine, her scent a mixture of slightly sour sweat and natural fragrance tantalizing my nostrils.

Worse still, Shirley was completely naked—no, I should say naked in stockings.

A certain part of me involuntarily reacted again.

"At least you should wear some clothes," I said, shifting my gaze away from Shirley, feeling my face burning.

"Your brother has seen every inch of Shirley's body, what are you pretending for now?" "..." I couldn't answer for a moment. Although what Shirley said was true... it was during sex, and afterwards, she was still being flaunted like a newborn (stockings aside), the stimulation was too intense.

“But since you’ve spoken, brother…” Shirley picked up a bath towel from the bedside and wrapped it around herself. Although most of her skin was covered, her full breasts made her chest appear high, and her long, slender, white legs were exposed between the towel and stockings, which, in a sense, was even more alluring than being completely naked.

“Is brother satisfied now?” Shirley smiled seductively. This girl definitely knew men’s preferences and was deliberately teasing me.

But since she had covered her body, I couldn’t say anything more.

“Then let’s talk about something serious. You’ve been keeping something from Shirley, haven’t you?” My heart skipped a beat, and the events that had happened on the school rooftop during the day flashed through my mind.

"Brother, you were thinking something bad just now, weren't you? Confessing will get you a lighter punishment." "Although I don't think I've done anything wrong, let me hear what kind of punishment you're suggesting." "I'll punish you by making you eat a pound of ghost peppers. It's because Shirley is so soft-hearted." "Is that being soft-hearted? That's inhumane! And this is clearly a miscarriage of justice!" "Brother, you clearly smell another girl on you. Shirley smelled it immediately.

You must have been cheating on me." "Are you a police dog?" "Shirley can smell any girl within a meter of you.

That's one of my 72 special skills." (I take back my previous statement.) This guy is even better than a police dog. What are my '72 special skills' anyway?

"The evidence is conclusive. Brother, you'd better confess sooner rather than later." Shirley stared intently at me, her tone leaving no room for argument. Judging by her posture, she seemed ready to bring out a pork chop rice bowl at any moment.

"It's not what you think, it's just..." "Just what?" Shirley urged me impatiently to continue.

"...A girl during the day...said she hoped I would date her." "Really..." A strange smile appeared on Shirley's face, but there was no smile in her eyes at all; instead, it was as if two flames were quietly burning inside... How terrifying.

"That's great, brother, you're becoming popular with girls." "Ouch, ouch, ouch...don't pinch my arm so hard while you're laughing!" "This is the pain of love." "No, I think it's just simple abuse." Shirley released her hand from my arm.

Ah, it's even bruised! Don't you

know how to hold back? "Who is that girl?" "Just to be on the safe side, let me ask first. What do you plan to do if you find out?" "I won't do anything..." Shirley said without hesitation, with a saintly smile.

"Just wipe her off the face of the earth with a machete." "That's terrifying! Are you Ryugu ○ Nai?" "Don't worry, 49.13% is a joke." "How did you arrive at such a precise percentage? Are you serious about most of it?" "Don't worry about the details, the important thing is who that girl is." "I think it's a matter of life and death." "Who—is—" Shirley pressed, her voice gradually approaching freezing point.

If she doesn't confess, I'll be the first to be in danger.

And Shirley wouldn't actually kill anyone... I guess.

That's the only thing I can believe now.

"It's the girl I saw at the amusement park." "Eh, that's impossible, because Lin Ling should..." Shirley looked surprised, as if she wanted to say something, but for some reason, she suddenly changed her mind halfway through.

"...Shirley means, you've only met once, how could you suddenly propose dating?

Is it really Lin Ling? Did your brother use some underhanded means to force her?" "How could I be that kind of person? Besides, at such close range, it's impossible to mistake someone else." "So close?" Shirley shrewdly seized on my unintentional slip of the tongue, her eyes flashing with a predatory glint.

"N-no...we just talked face-to-face for a while, and...nothing inappropriate happened," I answered hastily, avoiding Shirley's gaze.

Why was I so nervous when I hadn't done anything wrong?

"So, what did your brother say? He didn't agree, did he?" Shirley finally touched on the most crucial question, her tone carrying unparalleled pressure.

If I answered 'agree,' I'd probably be nicebottled on the spot.

"No... I just told her to give me some time to think about it." "Why didn't you just refuse on the spot, brother? That kind of vague answer is the worst. You already have Shirley as your lover..." Shirley was originally blaming me incessantly, but her voice stopped abruptly at this point. If it were the old her, she would have said something like, "You already have Shirley as your lover."

But ever since I seriously asked her about the relationship between the two of them on the way back from the amusement park, Shirley had been avoiding the question. But just now, in her haste, she stepped on a landmine.

And I can't explain what kind of feelings I have for Shirley. Her place in my heart is growing day by day.

But whether this is love, I myself can't be sure.

If we truly loved each other, perhaps we could disregard so-called morality and ethics.

However, the truth seems to be different. There is no bond called 'love' between us; we are merely incestuous siblings who have violated taboos, merely indulging in the licentious desires of each other's bodies.

In that case, perhaps it's better to end this twisted relationship sooner rather than later.

"I said, Shirley." "...What is it?" Shirley responded absentmindedly, her previous vitality completely gone from her voice.

"I've been thinking lately that if things continue like this... it's not good, so..." I carefully chose my words, watching Shirley's reaction.

Halfway through my sentence, Shirley's slender body suddenly trembled.

"...Does that mean, brother hates Shirley?" "No, absolutely not." At least on this point, I can say with absolute certainty that I never hate Shirley, and I never will.

But whether I love Shirley—not as a sister, but as a woman—I... "If that's the case, why..." Shirley's tone became somewhat agitated.

“Although I don’t dislike you, because you’re my sister… I still can’t see you as a lover, and you don’t really like me, do you?” “No… Sherry actually…” Sherry seemed to want to confess something, but in the end, she couldn’t form a complete sentence. She silently lowered her head.

An awkward atmosphere enveloped us, with only the monotonous ticking of the clock constantly striking our eardrums.

“…Brother, go out first, let Sherry think it over.” After a long while, Sherry finally spoke, her soft voice seeming to dissipate at any moment, completely unlike the energetic Sherry of usual.

“Then I’ll… go back to my room.” Escaping from the suffocating atmosphere made me feel relieved, but at the same time, I was a little worried about Sherry.

I hesitated for a while, and finally could only choose to leave.

“You should go to sleep early too.” Before closing the door, I gently instructed her.

Actually, I knew that such shallow words meant nothing to Sherry. Rather than caring for Sherry, it was more of an act of escapism on my own part.

Shirley didn't answer, remaining seated quietly on the bed with her head down. Her petite figure, reflected on my retina for the last moment, seemed somewhat lonely.

A week passed quickly. During this time, Shirley hadn't made love to me; in fact, it could be said she was deliberately avoiding me. She

barely spoke to me unless absolutely necessary, and our relationship seemed even more distant than before I discovered her secret.

This was the normal relationship between high school siblings, and while I was being subjected to Shirley's sexual advances, I had longed for such a peaceful life.

But now that this was actually happening, I was inexplicably restless; Shirley's image kept swirling in my mind.

To dispel my unease, I went to play soccer with friends on Saturday morning, not returning home until midday.

My parents were working overtime as usual, and Shirley was probably out too, so I could spend the day undisturbed and do as I pleased.

Lunch? Of course, I couldn't cook for myself, but it didn't matter; there was plenty of [unclear - possibly a brand of] ...

Just as I was casually opening my front door, pondering the insignificant question of whether to choose spicy beef or braised pork ribs for lunch, a

melodious voice, like a gentle spring breeze, greeted me. "Welcome home!"

"..." The sudden appearance of this person nearly made my jaw drop. I stood frozen like a rusty robot for a full ten seconds before my voice finally returned to normal, and I stammered,

"...Why...why are you wearing these clothes in my house?"

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