Did It Feel Good?
I let out a soft groan. “Ah… so this is how the protagonist does it…”
Her expression and voice carried a strangely sentimental tone. She lay sprawled on the bed, body completely limp, as if waiting for me. She stayed perfectly still, lying there like she was inviting me in.
“……”
But the way my pants were obscenely tented made me feel a little pathetic. My reason and instinct kept clashing like that when her voice—my little sister’s—opened again.
“…What are you doing? What comes next?”
“……”
I wondered if I should stop right now. Or maybe I should just go along with the flow. The dilemma dragged on.
“Ugh, seriously… Hey. We’re both still dressed. What are you even worried about? Don’t tell me you expect me to strip you?”
She spread her legs toward me again. The hem of her shorts had ridden up her thighs, and the tight muscles underneath parted with a visible flex that completely captured my gaze.
“You said experience was important, right?” Her voice was low and teasing. “If not with me, where the hell are you going to get that kind of experience?”
That provocative line made my body move toward the bed almost on its own. Creak… creak… I crawled across the mattress on all fours. The bed’s usual faint squeaks sounded ridiculously loud in my ears.
“Haa…”
Another sigh from her. My shadow fell over her flushed face as I loomed above.
“So what now?”
“…Shut your mouth for a second.”
“Kyaaht~”
Feeling like I was being led around, I got a little petty on purpose.
“Th-that tickles!”
I knelt between her spread legs and grabbed her waist, yanking her closer.
“Ah, aah…”
I immediately slipped my arm under her knees. My palm faced the bed. Her slightly lifted hips and waist, the way her two legs dangled helplessly over my forearm… it was the textbook missionary position.
“Haa… Is this what you wanted?”
Because of the position, the tip of my cock hovered right against her entrance, barely touching. She kept trying to look composed, but the trembling that passed between our pressed bodies told me she was just as affected as I was.
“…Have you ever had sex before?” The question slipped out unconsciously. I was genuinely curious, but it wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you could ask casually.
“……What?”
It was completely out of place, regardless of our relationship or the mood. The moment the words left my mouth I regretted it, but it was too late to take them back, so I quickly added, “I just… figured you might have.”
“…Ha! I doubt it. You already look like you’re about to commit rape.”
Her sarcasm stung. She clearly still hated the whole “rape-fetish romance” angle I’d mentioned before.
“I’m not, though? I told you I’m revising it… didn’t I?”
“And you have to talk about that right now, in this situation?”
It was obviously a lie, but I could always revise it later. I pictured the two of us like this, bodies stacked in missionary.
“I’m doing this so I can write it better…? So, have you had sex or not?”
“……My back hurts. How long are we going to stay like this?”
She dodged the question by jerking her head to the side. The motion exposed her slender, pale neck. I wasn’t a vampire, but for some reason that throat looked incredibly appetizing.
“…Hey. If you don’t want it, just say so. I’ll stop.”
I whispered it into her ear, then followed my instincts and pressed my mouth to her neck.
“Slurp… suck…”
“Hah, haaaah…!”
The soft skin against my tongue tasted sweet. Her cat-like hiss of pleasure made my heart thud heavily in my chest.
“Ah, aah!!”
Her hands, which had been lying limp, suddenly grabbed my shoulders. She tried to push my head away from her neck.
“Slurp… lick, lick…”
“U-uhng! S-stop iiiit…!!”
Her tiny fists pounded against my forearm, but they only tickled.
“…You were supposed to say if you didn’t like it.”
Since she never actually said she hated it, I kept licking her neck like before.
“Hng! Hngh! Hic! Haahk!”
She either didn’t hear me or was still fiercely resisting. Not once did the word “no” leave her lips.
“Haa… slurp…”
I deliberately blew a long, hot breath against her neck. I didn’t even try to hide my ragged breathing. I didn’t know why. It was like my body was moving on autopilot.
“Haaaa…”
It was warm. Sweet. Even her scent flooding my nose was sugary. I kept sniffing like an idiot, trying to figure out where such a delicious smell was coming from. Then I licked all the way up her neck again and sank my teeth into that delicate, trembling throat.
“Ah, aahk!”
My teeth dug into her flesh. For some reason the act of biting made my chest flutter with excitement. I chewed gently while licking her with my tongue. Her waist started bucking wildly beneath me.
“Huuuugh!!”
Something suddenly bumped against my cock. No—more accurately, it was rubbing against it.
“Hah, haaaah! It hurts, you idiot… you pervert…”
She was panting now, almost sobbing. The sound was so erotic that my cock kept twitching. On top of that, the feeling of her body through our clothes sent shivers racing down my spine.
“Down there… s-something’s… touching me…”
She seemed to be regaining some composure—maybe getting used to it. She must have realized what was pressing against her.
“…It’s my cock. Why are you pretending not to know?”
Of course even she couldn’t stay perfectly calm in a situation like this.
“I-I know… I know, okay…”
She kept squirming, clearly uncomfortable somewhere.
“…My legs… how long are you going to keep them like this…”
She was staring at her own legs draped over my shoulders. I followed her gaze but tried to hide my face from her.
“…You said your back hurt…”
She was obviously playing dumb. All I had to do was make her look at me properly again. So I lifted my hips and brought them back down.
Slap!
“Kyaaahk!!”
A moan that could only be called a cry of pleasure burst from her lips. She quickly clapped a hand over her mouth in shock, but I immediately started moving again.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Hup! Hngh! Hngh!”
My thighs smacked against her ass. Just like real sex. I shook my hips frantically, losing myself in the motion.
“Mmph! U-uhngh!!”
The impact sounds kept ringing out. Her moans echoed between the fingers clamped over her mouth.
“Aang! Ahng! Hng!”
Her once-relaxed expression was now burning bright red. I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or pure shame. But the moans spilling from her lips, the lewd cries that slipped past her palm—they didn’t sound like she hated it at all. So I kept thrusting my hips.
“Hah, haa… hng, hng!”
I had only ever practiced by humping the bed alone. This was the first time I realized how exhausting it actually was. My own breathing grew harsher, and my heart pounded like it would explode.
“Kyaaht!!”
“U-ugh!”
Every time my cock dragged across her pussy, a jolt shot through my neck. She was tensing her legs so hard her toes pointed straight, desperately lifting her ass and hips higher.
“…Did it feel good?”
My mouth moved on its own again. I was shocked at myself for deliberately picking the exact lines people always said you should never say in bed.
“Haah, ha… haeu, huuu…”
She was still panting hard and apparently hadn’t heard me. But my eyes refused to leave her breasts, which jiggled every time she exhaled.
“If you’re d-done! Get off, get off me!!”
She covered her crotch with both hands and started kicking, trying to shove me away.
“Ah, aah!”
I took a solid hit to the shoulder. It had enough force behind it that I tumbled backward onto the bed.
“I’m done, so I’m—I’m leaving now…”
She spoke like she had finished her business and tried to scramble off the bed in a hurry.
“…Hey. Wait.”
“L-let gooo!”
I caught her as she tried to leap off the mattress. I grabbed her wrist and held on tight. My other hand moved straight to her crotch.
“Ah! What are you doing?! Hey, hey!!”
She fought fiercely. But overpowering her with strength was far too easy for me.
“U-uhngh!!”
It was wet. Her shorts felt cold, like they’d been soaked through. She kept writhing, trying to escape my touch.
“Ugh, seriously! Let go already?! Huh?!”
This time it was pure shame. Her face was burning crimson, and her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.
“…This isn’t something to be embarrassed about, you know.”
“You fucking bastard! Let go of meee!!”
Along with her fierce resistance came thick curses. That told me exactly how mortified she was right now.
“Look, I’m hard as hell too… It’s completely normal for a guy and a girl.”
“What the hell are you even saying! Just move already!”
The calm, collected act she’d been putting on had vanished long ago. I pulled her into my arms.
Thump. Thump.
“I get it, so calm down for a second.”
“Ah, ugh, huu!”
I couldn’t remember the last time we’d hugged face-to-face like this. What I did know was that it had been well over ten years. Her breasts were still incredibly large and soft against me.
“It’s okay, it’s fine. Just calm down.”
As I stroked her back, my palm kept catching on her bra strap like a speed bump. Every time it happened, her whole body would flinch hard. Through those massive breasts pressed against me, I could feel her heart hammering—thump, thump. Mine was doing the exact same thing.
“…Feeling better now?”
“Hah, haa… huu, huuu…”
She was still breathing hard. Her body kept trembling. But the frantic struggling had finally stopped. She was lying quietly in my arms.
Stroke… stroke… stroke…
“…That’s enough. I’m fine now… so please get off me…”
Her voice had grown considerably calmer. She kept trying to pull her hips back.
“Why? It feels nice and warm.”
“…It’s getting hot now. And… it keeps… touching me…”
She seemed bothered by my cock pressing against her lower belly. Personally, I liked it too much to want to move away.
“So did it feel good?”
“Ugh, fuck…”
I asked on purpose this time. The hand that had been stroking her back slid lower, pulling her ass even tighter against me.
“Hng!”
She shivered and tried to squirm away again.
“…Just a little longer. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”
I wrapped my arms around her head, holding her close.
“Ugh… let go already…”
She grumbled quietly, pouting.
“Your hands should naturally go around my waist, you know.”
“…What are you even talking about.”
Her muttered complaint tickled my chest. After hesitating for a long time, her hands finally—begrudgingly, radiating reluctance—settled around my waist.