"Fufufu… Brother, that was so intense."
Arisu's voice was soft and breathy, still carrying the lingering haze of our last round.
She lay completely naked beneath me in my dormitory room, her pale skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest still rising and falling with uneven breaths.
One hand rested gently on her flat stomach, caressing it with slow, loving circles.
"That would be lovely, my dear sister." I hovered above her, my thick, still-hard cock resting heavily against her belly, a bead of pre-cum already leaking onto her skin.
"You should get pregnant with my child. Drop out of school. Become my personal housewife. Stay locked in this room forever—serving only me, seeing only me, belonging only to me."
Arisu looked up at me with a soft chuckle, her cute face still flushed a deep pink from everything we'd already done.
"That's such a terrible yet beautiful future you're imagining, Brother."
Her fingers traced idle patterns on her stomach. "But I don't trust you. The moment you lock me up, you'd sneak out and start impregnating other women. So no thanks. I won't ruin my future by getting pregnant with you."
I clutched my chest like she'd stabbed me. "That really hurts, Sister."
"Your hurt face is actually quite lovely, Brother." Arisu giggled, leaning up to press a tender kiss to my lips.
Then she pushed against my chest. "No more sex tonight. I'm tired."
"Then at least give me your hand."
She rolled her eyes, but the smile never left her lips. "Fine. Lie down."
I obeyed, stretching out on my back with my arms folded behind my head.
Arisu shifted beside me, propping herself up on one elbow.
Her soft, delicate hand wrapped around my throbbing cock—her fingers barely meeting around the girth—and she began to stroke.
Her grip was perfect. Firm but gentle. She knew exactly how I liked it—the rhythm, the pressure, the way her thumb traced over the swollen head on every upstroke.
Her hand moved faster, pumping me with practiced skill, her eyes watching my face with that knowing little smile.
"Fuck… Arisu… that feels so good. Keep going…"
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "You're close, aren't you, Brother? I can feel you throbbing."
"Yes—don't stop—"
Her hand became a blur.
The wet, obscene sound of her palm sliding along my shaft filled the room.
The pressure built at the base of my spine—hot and insistent and inevitable—and then I exploded.
Thick ropes of cum shot out, painting her fingers, spilling over her knuckles, pooling in her palm.
She kept stroking me through it, milking every last drop until I was spent and groaning.
Arisu brought her hand to her lips.
Her pink tongue darted out, tasting the white fluid with deliberate slowness.
She maintained eye contact the entire time.
"As always, you're such a pervert, Brother."
"I'm your favorite pervert." I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her small, warm body and burying my face in the curve of her neck.
Her skin smelled like vanilla and sex.
My cock—still hard, because it was never satisfied—pressed insistently against her soft thigh.
"So." I murmured against her skin. "Want a second round?"
Arisu's face flushed bright red.
Her eyes darted away, then back. "Please be gentle this time, Brother…"
I positioned myself between her legs.
My cock found her entrance—still slick, still ready—and I pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every vein and ridge as I stretched her tight little pussy open.
Arisu moaned loudly, her back arching off the mattress, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"Ah… Brother… you're so big…"
I kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans, as I began to fuck her with long, possessive strokes.
My hips rolled against hers.
My tongue swept through her mouth.
My hands found her breasts, her waist, her thighs—every inch of her body was mine, and I made sure she felt it.
Arisu came hard.
Multiple times.
Her body convulsed beneath me, her pussy clenching and spasming around my cock, her juices squirting out to soak the sheets.
Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.
Her screams dissolved into breathless whimpers.
Eventually, she went limp.
"Oh shit…" I looked down at her unconscious face—peaceful, flushed, utterly wrecked.
My cock was still rock hard inside her.
"I might have gone too far again."
I didn't pull out.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close against my chest, and closed my eyes.
Her warmth. Her scent. The soft rise and fall of her breathing. I savored all of it until sleep finally claimed me.
...
Sunlight streamed through the window.
I drifted awake slowly, consciousness returning in fragments—the warmth of the sheets, the scent of vanilla, the insistent pressure between my legs.
My morning wood stood proudly, still slick from last night.
And my sister's soft lips were wrapped around the head.
"Argh… Fuck… I'm cumming—!"
My hips bucked involuntarily as thick spurts of semen shot into her waiting mouth.
Arisu didn't flinch.
She sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working the underside of my shaft as she swallowed every pulse.
Her throat bobbed.
Her eyes—those mischievous, knowing eyes—looked up at me with pure satisfaction.
She pulled back with a soft pop, her lips glistening.
A thin strand of saliva and cum connected her mouth to my cock for just a moment before snapping.
"Good morning, Brother." She licked her lips. "Time to wake up. Don't forget to take a bath."
She was already moving—slipping out of bed, gathering her clothes, pulling on her skirt with practiced efficiency.
"I'm leaving now. I know you'd keep me trapped in this room all day if I didn't run."
This little minx…
I watched, speechless, as my cute little sister bolted out the door.
Her playful laughter echoed in the hallway before fading into silence.
I slumped back against the pillows, my cock still throbbing, still slick with her saliva, still aching for more.
I wanted nothing more than to chase after her.
To pin her down. To drag her back to my bed and pump her full of my seed until her belly swelled and everyone knew exactly who she belonged to.
Unfortunately… not today.
But next time?
Definitely.
I grinned at the ceiling.
It really was good to be me.
Note: It's been so long, I guess? Yeah, kinda… For you, maybe. For me, it was just a flash of time. From my perspective, time moved so fast that I barely had time to react before it was already 12 months since I last updated this fic. And when I say this, I really mean it.
So, enjoy, my degenerate friends.