My little sister is too erotic.
One morning after the commotion at the shopping mall, I was lying in bed, having a hard time dealing with my erect penis.
Since then, I've been saying to Miyu, "Yamamoto-san was erotic" and "Yamamoto-san's boobs were the best," as if to show that my spirit has become healthier.
The reality is that this is a false advertisement even unethical lawyers are surprised by.
It's Miyu's boobs that make me rock hard.
Even though it was an accident, I ended up spraying semen on Miyu's boobs.
And in public too.
In that hot weather, Miyu must have taken the train home worrying about the smell of my semen on her.
Alternatively, it is possible that she had carefully wiped it in the bathroom beforehand.
When I think about Miyu dealing with my semen, I feel like my testicles are starting to produce more, and I want to ejaculate right away.
I want to masturbate.
However, I don't feel like using anyone other than Miyu as fap material.
Yamamoto-san did so much for me, but because of what happened with Miyu at the end, I became a body that could only bust a nut to my little sister.
"Onii-chan. Are you awake?"
Knock-knock, a firm knocking sound rolls in.
I had already pulled down my underwear and completely exposed my cock.
If the door was opened, it would be revealed that I was trying to masturbate.
"I'm awake, but I'm asleep."
After accurately explaining the situation, Miyu slowly opened the door and inspected the inside of my room.
"Good morning?"
Miyu bows her head in greeting.
Maybe she's saying good morning to my erect cock.
"A good morning, isn't it."
I reply with that meaning in mind.
Miyu came in unconcerned.
I don't even know what to say anymore.
I wonder what it's like to be a little sister who doesn't hesitate to enter the room even when her older brother is masturbating.
"I'd like to take a photo and recruit a girlfriend for you."
Miyu naturally came with a digital SLR camera hanging around her neck.
I know, little sister of mine.
I'm not surprised.
"What kind of photo are you going to take?"
"For now, shall I take one photo of that?"
"No, no, no."
We're talking so calmly, but of course I'm naked from the waist down and have an erection.
Before long, I feel like I'll get horny just by having daily conversations with Miyu.
"I want to bust one out first."
"Oka-ay."
The actor sits down in front of my bed and starts fiddling with the camera.
Normally, if your older brother said he's going to masturbate, you would leave the room.
Actually, ordinary siblings don't make masturbation declarations in the first place.
Miyu thinks that the fap material I'm using with my right hand is Yamamoto-san.
I wanted to use her too if possible.
But I can't.
No matter what kind of erotic things I try to imagine with her, Miyu's breasts control my fantasies.
I'm planning to ask Miyu to introduce me to a friend who could become my girlfriend so that use her as fap material, but to be honest, I don't think I'll be able to forget Miyu even after I lose my virginity.
While rubbing my cock, I glance at Miyu sideways.
Miyu was wearing a slightly larger blouse, and her breasts were not as defined as yesterday.
However, the amount of skin-coloured area that could be seen through the gap had increased.
A small body with soft, lustrous flesh befitting its age.
It could be muscles that she isn't straining or intentionally retained excess fat.
Miyu knows exactly what the ideal body looks like.
It's as if she created an avatar of herself from a bird's-eye view.
She maintained a sophisticated style.
And I can have a girl like that drink my semen at any time.
While I bust a nut out in the open like I'm doing now.
Even if I pant in excitement, this little sister of mine doesn't care.
If I tell her that I'm cumming, she'll come and drink it up to deal with it.
Something like that, in and of itself, is definitely enough to be considered fap material.
"...ah...... Miyu......!"
I move my hands faster.
My cock became stiffer and my testicles spiked up.
As the catapult solidified and loaded the bullet, the feeling of ejaculation gradually spread, and preparations for firing steadily progressed.
"Nn? Are you cumming?"
Miyu, who was looking at the camera's memory, stopped.
Oh no.
I accidentally mentioned Miyu's name.
Even though Yamamoto-san was supposed to be my fap material, and Miyu was only supposed to deal with the semen.
"Nnh... haah... no... how do I... let it out..."
I'm lying on my back in bed, so naturally my penis is facing upwards.
There would be no problem as long as Miyu just took the glans in her mouth, but Miyu wouldn't do that, so I have to let it out in a way that can go into her mouth successfully.
That's why I can't cum while lying on my back in the direction of gravity.
"Why don't you turn this way when you let it out?"
Miyu answered while switching her hand to her smartphone.
Telling me to turn over and lay my cock on my side.
If Miyu says so, I'll do it.
This posture is somewhat erotic.
I continue stimulating my genitals without saying a word.
This is the first time I've had her drink it while I was getting up.
The time when I had a wet dream, I just had her lick it off.
Everything except for my cock.
Still though, it felt so good I could die.
Come to think of it, that was the only physical contact I had with Miyu.
I want her to touch me more.
Let me touch you.
I want to feel Miyu's body temperature even more.
"Ugh... kuh... Miyu...... cumming..."
I further accelerate my strokes.
Miyu didn't even reply, climbing over to the bed while holding her smartphone in one hand.
Miyu spreads her mouth in front of my horizontal penis.
I don't know the relative orientation of it, but I'm sure Miyu is doing a good job adjusting her position.
Even when I'm alone, I have to worry about where to hold the tissue.
Being able to leave that task to someone else was one of the things that excited me.
From my point of view, I'm just giving a bukkake to her however I want.
And Miyu drinks it well.
I could see Miyu's side face in the distance.
She pushed her long hair behind her ears so that it wouldn't get in the way as she drank my semen.
The moment I saw that gesture, my desire to ejaculate exploded.
"Miyu...... aaah... cummin-!"
Spatter, spatter as my semen is spewed out.
I don't even know where it's going.
At that moment, Miyu brings her face so close that my glans enters her mouth.
She's always been doing it like that but looking at her from the side, I couldn't see the state of her mouth, giving the illusion that she was giving me a blowjob.
I am ejecting semen onto the inside of Miyu's cheek.
The amount of semen was definitely increasing each time, but Miyu swallowed it without saying anything.
After spitting everything out, Miyu removed her mouth away.
I have to wipe off the part that is about to drip from the tip myself.
My dissatisfaction with this aspect is not likely to go away yet, but.
It was yet another pleasant ejaculation for me.
"...Hey. Can I ask you something?"
While pulling up my pants, I hit Miyu with a certain question.
"What?"
"Well, it's not like it makes any difference, but... Doesn't semen taste bad?"
"It doesn't taste good."
Miyu immediately replied and moved her tongue in her mouth.
Of course it doesn't.
It's bitter and stinky.
It's not really something to drink.
"But you don't hate it, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Who knows?"
Miyu tilts her head sharply.
You don't even understand yourself?
There are a lot of things I'd like to ask you.
But I don't want her to stop drinking it because of that.
However, just one more thing.
"-I've been wondering from the beginning."
"Yes."
"Have you ever thought about drinking someone else's?"
I don't know if you could call this experience with men.
In short, she can drink her own brother's semen without any problem, so it wouldn't be strange if she helped out the boys in her class.
I know it's extremely rude, but there's no way that such a cute little sister won't be approached by men at all.
"Hmm. You're asking me something that's really hard to answer."
Miyu furrowed her eyebrows and thought about it.
Wait, hold on.
I thought you'd answer "no" right away.
"What Onii-chan wants to know, is basically: 'Do I allow someone other than you for me to drink their semen?', right?"
Yes?
The meaning is the same, just the nuances are slightly different.
Why did you rephrase it like that?
"I will remain silent."
"Why!?"
"I will remain silent."
She closes her eyes and turns away.
I've seen this attitude of hers before somewhere.
That's right.
This is how the tsundere heroine responds when the misunderstood protagonist says something wrong to her.
I don't mean to be deranged.
"I see. Well, I'm sorry for asking something strange."
"Just let me take a photo already. Come on, change your clothes."
I change my clothes and fix my hair as Miyu tells me.
It made me feel like a princess, having my skin cleaned up with lotion and milky lotion... actually, maybe I didn't feel like one.
I face the full-length mirror in the entryway.
Before I knew it, Miyu was standing next to me wearing glasses and a pointing stick.
Miyu slaps her palm with the pointing stick.
It's okay, little sister of mine.
I have no doubts about you whatsoever.
"How is it?"
"I look flirty."
"Yes. Now go to my study desk and put on a serious face."
"Aiming for gap moe?"
"It will be perfect."
Miyu climbs the stairs while somewhat swaying her hips.
Although she is petite, she has big breasts.
Teaching me even though she's younger than me.
I've already been hit hard by gap moe.
"Yes. I'll take a photo then."
I sat down on the chair in front of Miyu's exercise notebook.
It's not like I'm doing her homework in exchange; it's more of a strategy to make it seem like I'm thinking, "This is easy," while doing it.
The room is filled with only the sound of the camera shutter clicking away.
It's not like I don't have experience as a photographer either.
I would rather take pictures of Miyu than myself.
And I want them to be my wallpaper.
"Maybe something like this. Then now let's have breakfast."
Miyu placed her glasses and pointing stick on the desk and left the camera hanging around her neck.
She opens the door and leads me out.
"Come to think of it, it was my turn to make breakfast. My bad."
"Think less about sexual stuff and more about your little sister's circumstances, please."
"I'm sorry."
I'm sorry for only using you as fap material.
Thinking about this, I went down to the living room and checked the contents of the refrigerator.
"As for the ingredients... we only have a bunch of onions left over."
"Mom, dad, and I bought some bargains on the same day."
"At least tell me..."
My parents aren't really aware of anything that happens at home.
They've always been the hands-off type of people, and they haven't been at home much since a long time ago.
That's not to say we aren't on good terms, but considering we're adolescents at this age, our relationship is rather on the better side.
"It can't be helped. I guess I'll just mix some eggs and meat and cook them."
Psuedo-oyakodon.
It's a bit heavy especially in the morning, but...
Our kitchen is designed in a counter style.
Miyu's face suddenly appeared directly across from me.
"We're out of Mirin."
"Buy it!"
I give up.
I'll just fool you with sukiyaki sauce.
As I was weighing the weight of the ingredients in anger, I could hear the sound of clapping coming from outside.
Miyu is busy turning to the front and taking photos of my back.
"By the way, what happened to our parents?"
"They're going to work."
"So you've started to work even on your days off... Thank you for your hard work."
"Dad got to take an extended vacation, so he's saving up for a trip."
According to Miyu's information, it seems that the couple will be going overseas just as summer vacation begins.
It's not unusual for our parents to suddenly go somewhere, but overseas is a pretty big deal.
After a while, the shutter sound stopped.
Miyu is sending data through wireless communication between her camera and smartphone.
"Are we done with the photos?"
"Yeah. I'll pick the ones that look nice, so please take care of the food."
"Okay. Here you go."
I microwaved the rice I had wrapped up in the freezer, diced an excessive amount of onion, rolled enough meat to go with the rice, and mixed it with eggs.
I adjust the seasoning perfectly to my liking.
Surprisingly, I've never heard her complain about the food I thought was delicious.
The food Miyu cooks is always delicious, so maybe it's easy because everyone in our family has similar palates.
I place the food on a plate and arrange them on the table.
Miyu places the camera on the shelf behind her, picks up the chopsticks, and clasps her hands together.
I sat down opposite Miyu.
"Thank you for the meal."
The sound of chewing.
Once we started eating, not a single word was spoken.
Miyu and I, no matter which combination of family members we sit around the table with, are always awkwardly silent during meals.
I began conversing with Miyu on a daily basis after we started exchanging "Good morning" and "I'm home" greetings.
It reminds me that greetings are important as a starting point for conversation.
Even so, there was still no conversation during mealtime.
It's not like I was told not to talk while eating.
Rather, our parents usually take the initiative to bring up topics.
Otherwise, I, who am not yet used to talking to anyone but Miyu, and Miyu, who only speaks when necessary, will not open her mouth.
About five minutes after we started eating, there was still no conversation.
It's not really awkward since it's normal, but since I can't be with Miyu all the time, I want to talk to her while I can.
"Miyu, so..."
I uttered it.
My eyes met Miyu's, and I had no choice but to continue.
"What are you going to do during summer vacation?"
When I wasn't working short-term part-time jobs, I spent most of my time playing games and attending events.
Every time my parents went out, they made me do the housework for them.
Like they feel a mysterious sense of fulfillment from having a job.
Then I notice that every year, Miyu disappears from home for a certain period of time.
On the other hand, except for those outings, I mostly stay at home.
I often make meals for two people just like this, and once Miyu is done eating, she retreats to her room just like I do.
"As usual."
She replies alone.
It was quiet again for a while.
I can't let this happen.
How do we continue talking?
"I see you go on a trip sometimes. Though, I've never seen you packing up for anything."
One of Miyu's many mysteries.
The equipment she carries when she goes on a trip is unusually light.
"I've been invited again this year, by the way. Haruka prepares a change of clothes for me so I don't have to bring any."
Haruka was that beautiful girl that makes my eyes pop out, huh.
I really did forget about her after Miyu told me to forget.
I wonder if she's some kind of young lady or something, even preparing all the clothes for other people.
Even though she goes to such an average school.
"Where do you go?"
"A lot of places."
"Like what?"
"Remote islands, etc."
"What do you even do such a place..."
"Can't tell you."
Miyu is quite guarded.
All I found out was that Haruka was indeed rich.
If you guys were traveling alone, I can't see the reason why you wouldn't be able to tell me.
What kind of relationship do Miyu and Haruka have?
"Is Onii-chan going to work part-time as an event staff member again?"
"That's the plan. It's a pain to go to a new place for an interview. I can also get preferential tickets."
"The hourly wage is good too. I'm jealous of the amount of money you get for your hours."
"And sometimes I get to see live performances by famous artists. Honestly, I don't feel like doing any other part-time work."
"That's how you become a splendid NEET..."
"I just stay home a little longer than most people!"
The idea that students have to work in the first place is wrong.
It's not my fault.
"If you had the time to play eroges, you should have just worked."
"If I prioritise money over my purpose in life, I won't have anything left."
Though my purpose in life has significantly changed now.
Yeah.
What has changed again?
"Purpose in life, huh."
Miyu deftly picks up onions and eggs with her chopsticks and places them on her rice.
This girl seems to have a fun life.
She's good-looking, has a good character and has a lot of friends.
Such a little sister took care of me.
I wonder if I've gotten a little better too.
It hasn't even been a week since I got my makeover.
However, above all, I have made great progress.
"I never thought the day would come when I would be able to talk with Miyu on such good terms. Talking to you is so much fun."
Enduring the itch in the back of my throat, I try my best to put my thoughts into words.
"Is that so?"
Miyu said with a curt attitude.
It's business as usual, but I feel a little lonely because I worked so hard.
"No, how should I put it. It feels like I'm no longer a complete failure at the bottom of the barrel. I feel like I've changed a lot."
Until a month ago, all I did was masturbate and sleep.
My days of masturbation are still ongoing.
However, there is no doubt that my communication skills have improved.
Even at school, I can talk to Onozaki and Yamamoto-san without any problems.
"Huh."
Miyu was more absorbed in using her chopsticks to pull off the breast meat that she had failed to cut than listening to me.
This little sister really doesn't show any interest in anything other than clothes and things relating to me having a girlfriend.
"Does this mean I'm still just an uninteresting guy?"
Earlier I said something like, "I never thought the day would come when we would be able to talk on such good terms."
I wonder if that isn't the case for Miyu.
"As I said before. Onii-chan has a lot of preconceptions, huh."
Swift.
Those icy words that pierce my heart.
This little sister of mine doesn't know anything about delicacy.
If the situation were reversed, there would be an uproar from the public.
"I'm sorry for being such a creepy otaku with a communication disorder."
I didn't want to be one of those misunderstood boys who are beaten up on the internet.
I was on the beating side, too, and I knew I would never be that much of an airhead.
That was a shallow assumption of mine.
"It seems like you think you fit into what society calls a disgusting otaku. You're just trying to fit into that bad reputation because you lack self-confidence. You can self-deprecate all you want, but I don't think you should direct it at others."
It was a blow that caused fatal mental injury.
This impressive little sister, hiding her number one blade away.
What she's saying makes sense, but have you ever thought about things from the perspective of an unpopular man?
"In reality, Miyu never actually thought well of me, huh. I have an undeniable history of not being able to talk to girls for years. Not even my own little sister."
If you say I have that much charm.
I want you to say the things you like about me more.
"Me? It's not like I hate Onii-chan, you know?"
Miyu takes another bite of rice.
"Eh, seriously?"
"Yeah, and that's not going to change much, now or ever."
No, it's changed, hasn't it.
It's clear that the way we interact with each other is different than before.
Don't be ridiculous.
Listen.
I was never thrilled by my little sister's unexpected answer.
"I don't know about right now, but you used to hate me, didn't you?"
"Why?"
"You never talked to me at all."
"I think it's the same with Onii-chan though."
Ugh.
If you say that, you're right.
I didn't want to talk to you, either.
Even though I didn't hate Miyu.
"But look. Unlike me, Miyu has a lot of friends. I just have a communication disorder. It's not like Miyu can't talk."
Half-confused, I tentatively said what was on my mind.
Miyu twists her head in worry.
"I'm like this at school too, you know?"
"But if they talk to you, you talk a lot, don't you?"
I proudly returned the question.
Even though I intended to do so, I felt extremely uncomfortable with the words I said.
If they talk to you, you'll talk to them.
Aren't I just talking about myself.
"Even Onii-chan talks a lot when I talk to him. You can also talk normally with Yamamoto-san, right?"
Miyu reminded me of this again, and I was at a loss for words to reply.
I wonder what it was.
This disgusting assumption.
My appearance has changed a lot thanks to Miyu.
But there was no way that things could change so easily in the inside too.
I see. I'm sorry, for saying something like that. I always thought Miyu hated me.
"Hate, huh... Umm..."
Miyu stops eating and thinks about it.
Even though those were my honest feelings, I guess I shouldn't have told you.
"Our parents always come home late, don't they?"
Miyu slowly opened her mouth.
I blink and nod in agreement.
"So Onii-chan bought me food and built me a bookcase. Well, I guess you did it because mom and dad told you to."
This was when we were in elementary school.
As Miyu said, ours parents often sent me out to run errands.
Their daughter was just so cute.
I was made to do this and that because I was a man.
"Even now, you still make meals like this."
Miyu collects the remaining eggs on her plate with her chopsticks.
"As your little sister, I am very grateful towards you."
Miyu grabbed all the eggs together, then after a brief pause, put them in her mouth.
"Y-You--!"
I point at Miyu in confusion, ignoring the fact that I kicked the chair away with a thud.
"Don't saying things like that at a time like this...!"
I know this is an overreaction.
Still, I just somehow wanted to shake that reality out of my head.
The moment I heard Miyu's words of gratitude.
My heart was pulsing rapidly, as if my heart was being held directly in her hands.
I wanted to somehow escape from the incomprehensible feeling of fear that was born from that.
"Hah. Oh no. Onii-chan is falling in love with his little sister again."
Miyu hides her face with one hand.
"The fact that I can't deny it is really annoying."
Let me fall in love with you once and for all.
"Well, well. Even if Onii-chan is so sexually frustrated that you lust after your own little sister, you can still find a girlfriend."
Miyu takes out her smartphone again and shows off her list of girlfriends.
Someone in here is going to be my girlfriend.
My heart isn't as excited as the last time I saw it. I think it's already too late.
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