Hurry Up and Take It Out, You Crazy Bastard…!
It was only half a joke when I spat those words out. After all, what kind of insane bastard would ask his own little sister if he could touch her pubic hair? But I had both a grand cause and a clear justification. The noble cause of wanting to write even more realistic, immersive erotic novels as an author. And the justification of “research,” which was absolutely not some personal perversion… but purely in the realm of study.
Still, no one could predict how my little sister would take it.
“…What should I do?”
She might treat me like a deranged pervert again, screaming about calling the police or reporting me. But honestly, that wouldn’t change anything from before… so strangely enough, my mind felt at ease.
“Ah… it’s for work, right? If it’s work… then… I guess it’s okay…”
Her voice trailed off, but her reaction wasn’t bad at all. In fact, this was basically permission.
“…Then, can I touch it?”
“Ah, u-um… but don’t open your eyes. Just touch it… that’s all…”
“Of course. What I need is the experience of touching pubic hair, right? That’s enough for the research.”
“……Then… give me your hand.”
Thump. Thump. My heart pounded violently. The memory of touching her over her clothes last time… just recalling it for a second made my cock twitch and harden.
“Here.”
I held out my hand as casually as I could. This time it wasn’t the back of my hand. I sharpened my fingertips and stretched them straight forward.
“…Stay still. And if you do anything weird… I’ll seriously, seriously report you…”
The venom had mostly drained from my little sister’s voice as she spoke each word with deliberate clarity.
“Yeah, I got it. What’s the big deal? It’s just touching some pubic hair.”
“…Hah!”
With a dumbfounded snort, something suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked it forward.
“…Curl your fingers a bit.”
“Like this?”
“More.”
“Like this?”
“…That’s good.”
She shaped my hand into a gentle scoop, like I was about to hold water in my palm. Then she slowly guided that hand toward herself.
“Haa…”
Even an ordinary sigh sounded strangely erotic in this situation. And because my eyes were closed, every other sense felt strangely sharper.
“Huu…”
A small, trembling whimper escaped her. Then something brushed against my fingertips. It felt like grazing soft down, but it was nowhere near enough to count as actually touching.
“…That’s enough, right?”
Just like when she’d grabbed my wrist, she suddenly shoved my hand away.
“W-wait, that’s it?”
“…You touched it.”
“No way. I didn’t feel anything at all?”
“Bullshit… huu… I got goosebumps the second you even brushed it, ha…”
My little sister’s voice was shaking badly. Her pronunciation started to slur, and she trembled like she really had gotten goosebumps, making a huge fuss.
“You’re the one talking bullshit! I’m telling you I really didn’t feel anything!?”
I felt strangely wronged. The huge anticipation I’d built up was now matched by an equally huge wave of disappointment.
“Do it again! This isn’t a joke or anything…”
Because my expectations had been so high, my voice rose without me realizing it. No matter what, this was seriously not okay.
“…I said that’s enough. You definitely touched it, didn’t you?”
“I know, but… that’s not enough, so I’m saying I want to touch it again, okay?”
We were probably staring at each other, passionately arguing. The topic was something as crude as whether or not I could touch her pubic hair, but at that moment, nothing in the world was more important to me.
“…Hah, you said you’d only touch it once… but now you want to touch it again? That’s different from what you said earlier.”
“Ah, cancellation. Then I want to touch it multiple times. Hey! Since we’re doing this anyway, let’s just do it properly, yeah!? You think I’m touching your pussy hair for free? We’re splitting the payment half-and-half, remember? You agreed to that too, right? Then you gotta earn your keep!”
As my lower body grew rock-hard, blood rushed to my head too. My face burned hot, and I quickly grew feverish.
“…Why are you getting angry?”
“I’m not angry… okay, maybe a little. Never mind. Sorry… I was just frustrated, that’s all… I’m sorry.”
Her voice sounded like she’d been scared. So I quickly tucked my tail between my legs and acted like a dog flipping over to show its belly.
“…It’s all my fault. I got too excited just now. Did I upset you?”
“No… it’s not that… I just did what you asked, but then you suddenly got annoyed…”
I was a hundred times more upset than she was, but I stayed quiet and simply listened to her grumbling.
“Sorry for getting annoyed. I didn’t mean to. It was a real mistake. My bad.”
We always bickered, but it was rare for us to raise our voices and actually fight. Usually when things got this bad, we’d ignore each other for anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks. But right now, I couldn’t let that happen. I still needed to touch her pubic hair, so the only thing on my mind was coaxing her somehow.
“……Okay. It’s fine.”
Maybe my apology worked, because her voice brightened just a little.
“…Then can I touch it one more time? No, wait… a few more times?”
“A few more times?”
“Yeah.”
“Exactly how many is ‘a few’…”
“……Ten times?”
I threw out a bigger number than I was actually thinking. That was the basics of negotiation, after all.
“Fine. Then don’t move this time either…”
But she immediately agreed. I felt a twinge of regret for not asking for more, but somehow we’d reached a dramatic compromise. She grabbed the hand she’d thrown away earlier.
“Huu…”
Another erotic sigh. The hand gripping my wrist was trembling with nervousness. I swallowed hard, my throat making audible gulping sounds.
“H-here I go…”
“Y-yeah.”
I was shaking with tension too. I focused every ounce of sensation in my fingertips, feeling a strange thrill.
“Haa… haaa…”
Her breathing had grown somewhat labored. At the same time, thin strands of hair brushed my fingertips.
“O-one…”
The hand holding my wrist squeezed tightly. It stayed perfectly still.
The pubic hair tickled my fingertips.
“T-two…”
It felt like she was moving her own body rather than my hand. And the most important part—her pubic hair—was thin and incredibly soft.
“…Th-three—hnng!”
“Ah…”
Something touched my finger. Beyond the fluffy pubic hair, something undeniably soft and squishy had brushed against me.
“F-four, four, four times…”
“…Wasn’t that the third time?”
“Ah, three…”
The touching of her pubic hair continued like that. And with every increasing number, my sense of disappointment grew too.
“Se-seven… ei-eight… haeu…”
Before I knew it, the room had grown hot and humid. It was filled with such intense heat that my forehead had long been drenched in sweat.
“Haaaa…”
Her voice had definitely turned erotic.
“N-nine… ten… Th-that’s enough, right?”
With those words, she shoved my wrist away again. Then she began moving busily.
“Don’t open your eyes yet! Don’t! I said don’t open them!”
After firmly reminding me, she stomped across the floor with heavy thuds while the sound of fabric sliding filled the air. It sounded like she was picking up the pants she’d dropped on the floor. Then the door slammed shut with a violent bang!
“Huuhaaaa…”
Only then did I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. I opened my eyes, which had been closed for so long.
“Whoa…”
The bright fluorescent light made me gasp in awe. My eyes felt gritty like I’d just woken up, but that was the last thing on my mind right now. Sweat trickled down my forehead. My mouth was bone-dry, my throat burning with thirst. I looked down at the hand that had just been stroking my little sister’s pubic hair.
“Huu…”
It was the same hand as always. But today, it somehow looked different. I stared at it intently for no reason, then brought it to my nose and sniffed.
“…Gulp.”
A clear liquid clung to my finger. It had definitely been smeared on me while I was rubbing against her there. It couldn’t be piss, right? If it wasn’t piss, then it was probably…
My mind spun rapidly. The dominant thought was whether I should lick it. No—my hand moved faster than my thoughts. My finger was already hovering near my lips.
My mouth opened naturally. I didn’t know why, but… there was no real reason, but… out of pure curiosity, I just wanted to lick it once.
“Ah…”
I didn’t know exactly what it was, but it was definitely a scent I’d never smelled before. Yet somehow I knew it would taste good. It kept seeming like it would be fragrant and sweet, so I finally pushed my finger into my mouth.
This was all experience too. This was the kind of experience that would become my blood and flesh.
“Sluuurp…”
It made a sound like sucking on candy. And the taste was no different from candy. My finger really was sweet, like I was eating candy. It spread a fruity sweetness across my tongue. Without a doubt, it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.
“Slurp… shhlup…”
I couldn’t bring myself to swallow. So I kept my finger in my mouth, sucking and licking it over and over.
“Sluuurp, shhlup…”
My other hand naturally drifted down to my crotch. My cock was already painfully swollen. I started groping at my aching lower half.
“Haaaa…”
The front of my underwear was already soaked. The precum that had leaked out made the inside of my boxers slick and wet.
Bang—!
“Hey! These are my pan—ah…”
The door suddenly flew open. Of course, the person who entered was my little sister. She blinked her big eyes rapidly, staring straight at my face, then quickly looked down at the floor.
“W-wait, just a second…”
She strode straight toward me. She came right up to my feet.
“Th-this is why… um… I didn’t come in on purpose or anything… anyway, I-I’m leaving now…”
What she was holding in her hand was a pair of panties. Since her panties were scattered all over the house, it didn’t really stir any particular feelings.
“B-but… look at this…”
“…….”
The hand that had been kneading my crotch naturally dropped lower. Thanks to that, my rock-hard cock was now proudly on full display for the world to see.
“That… what the hell are you… why are you sucking on your finger like that, you fucking idiot…”
Her voice was thick with tears. Then she smacked the back of my hand with a sharp slap.
“Hurry up and take it out, you crazy bastard…!”