The Heated Gaze of My 'Little Sister'
The shower finally stopped after my desperate shout.
“…W-what?!”
My brother’s voice echoed from inside.
“Are you still not done?!”
“…Uh, it’s gonna take a little longer?”
“Then I’m sorry, but… c-come out for a second!!”
“……”
“I said come out right now?!”
“……”
No answer came. Frustrated, I hurled the blanket I’d been hiding under across the room.
“Oppa!!”
Once again, I caught a glimpse of his broad, bare back.
“I’m seriously about to burst!!”
“Just hold it a little—”
“I’m gonna pee myself!!”
Maybe a tiny bit had already leaked. My sanity was flying out the window, bit by bit.
“Haa… haa… ugh…”
I threw myself off the bed, grabbed the neatly folded bathrobe, and headed for the bathroom.
“Hey, hey!”
I cracked the door open just enough to hand him the robe.
“Please… I’m really not joking…”
“I’m in the middle of washing!”
“I get it, okay… just for a second, yeah?”
My legs were trembling violently. My patience was reaching its absolute limit.
“Fine… just a second…”
He finally took the robe from my hand. I turned my back to the bathroom door and waited for him to come out.
“Oppa, I’m sorry… but I really, really have to go…”
“Okay, I’m done. H-here… g-go in.”
It was a bit forceful, but since we were siblings, I figured he could understand this much.
Once he stepped out of the bathroom, I rushed straight inside.
The air was hot and steamy. And there was a strangely familiar scent.
But that wasn’t important right now. I planted my butt on the toilet seat.
Well, I tried to.
“Ah…”
My brother’s underwear was right there in plain sight.
I was so desperate to pee that I had no choice but to grab it with my hand and move it aside. Then I lifted the toilet lid.
“God damn it…”
As I pulled down my pants and panties, I realized a little had already leaked out. At least I hadn’t full-on wet myself. That was something.
“…Is this really something to be relieved about…?”
On the verge of tears, I sat down on the toilet.
Shhhhhhhhh—
If I’d been even a few seconds later, I really would have pissed my clothes.
Then came another unexpected problem. The loud sound echoing through the bathroom forced me to adjust my stream.
“Ah…”
I regretted not turning on the sink faucet first. But it was already too late.
The entire bathroom was filled with the deafening noise of me peeing.
“Fuck…”
The room wasn’t even soundproofed. The thought that my brother could hear every single drop made my face burn with embarrassment.
“This is so annoying…”
I’d already wet myself in front of him once before, but this still felt completely different. Still, because it had happened once already, my heart felt just a tiny bit less mortified.
After I finished and flushed, I stared at the underwear still in my hand.
“……”
Red boxer briefs. The same pair I’d washed and tossed in the machine countless times. Yet here I was, blankly staring at the ones he’d just taken off.
I poked around inside them for no reason, even flipped them over. Then I caught myself, startled by my own behavior, and quickly put them back where they belonged.
That was when the scent that had been bothering me since earlier started tickling my nose again.
Mixed in with the shampoo smell was something familiar. I searched my memory. It didn’t take long before I remembered—this was the exact same smell that filled my brother’s room.
“Whoa…”
I had no idea what reason or intention he had, but the realization hit me: he had come all the way to a motel with me… and jerked off while showering.
“…What a fucking perverted bastard…”
I couldn’t possibly say that out loud. I thought about confronting him directly, but my face was burning so badly I wasn’t sure I could even open my mouth properly.
“…You still not done?”
“Ah!! J-just washing my hands!”
At the perfect timing of his voice, I hurried over to the sink. Cool water poured out.
I rinsed my hands under the warm stream. The provided soap looked too questionable to use, so I decided to just rinse with water—until I noticed something.
“Huh…?”
There was a cloudy, whitish substance in the sink. At first I thought someone had spit there, but it felt different from saliva. It had a certain viscosity.
“…No way…”
A strong suspicion rose in me. My first thought was that it couldn’t be. But my curiosity won out. My hand moved toward that whitish streak.
“Ah…”
My finger scooped it up. A string of it dangled from my fingertip. Could it be shampoo? No. I knew immediately it wasn’t.
I rubbed it between my index finger and thumb. It was slippery, milky white, and slightly translucent.
“Sniff… sniff sniff…”
Bringing it to my nose was pure instinct. I wanted to smell it. I wanted to confirm.
“Ah…”
The moment that distinctive scent hit my nostrils, an involuntary sigh escaped me.
“Hey! You still not done?”
The door suddenly burst open.
“Ah, I-I’m coming out!”
My brother poked his head out, wearing the bathrobe. His wet hair and face glistened under the light.
I left the faucet running and practically fled the bathroom. I kicked off the slippers haphazardly, avoided looking him in the eye, and headed straight back to the bed.
Thump.
“Haaaa…”
My whole body felt feverish. My face must have been bright red.
And my fingers, which I hadn’t properly washed, were still slick with his cum.
“Sniff… sniff… sniff sniff… haa… you crazy bitch.”
I knew I should wipe it off, but for some reason I didn’t want to. I’d gone all the way to the bathroom, cleaned up properly, and yet…
The space between my legs was soaked again. Something warm had leaked out and drenched my thighs.
I nearly had a heart attack. No, I almost got completely fucked.
No matter what, I couldn’t let my ‘little sister’ catch me jerking off. If that ever happened, experience or not, I might actually bite my tongue and die from the shame.
…Come to think of it, she already caught me once. While I was jerking off to her own photos, no less.
Still, the situation was different. Back then, I was just having a private moment in my own room. It was 90% her fault for barging in and interrupting.
But this time, even though it was supposedly for research, I had come to a motel with her and secretly jerked off in the shower. This was an entirely separate issue.
Anyway, I kept furiously stroking my stubbornly hard cock, milking out every last drop. After jerking off about four times, no more cum would come out. The sensitivity had dulled significantly, and the initial rock-hard stiffness was long gone.
“Whew…”
My sister had barged in midway. It was the biggest crisis, but I somehow managed to pull myself together and nothing catastrophic happened.
“Haaaa…”
My legs still wouldn’t move properly. But I tried my best not to show it. This kind of thing was so normal at home, after all.
“I’m done washing.”
“…Yeah.”
She was still completely buried under the blanket on the bed. Honestly, even I felt this awkward. She probably had her own set of troubles to deal with.
Vrrrrrrrr—
I dried my hair first. Then, while glancing at the bed, I quietly pulled my underwear down.
“Huu…”
We were in the same room, but the blanket gave me some sense of relief. I dried every inch of my body and slowly put my clothes back on.
“…Hey, I’m getting on the bed.”
“……Yeah.”
She wriggled like a caterpillar, scooting all the way to the wall to make space. I grabbed the TV remote and sat down beside her.
“……”
“……”
There was nothing else to watch, so I switched to a movie channel. It was a mediocre, low-budget action flick that had flopped at the box office but got rerun constantly.
The TV was blasting with loud fight scenes, yet the room felt strangely silent.
“…Hey, want something to drink?”
“Ah, no…”
“We came all the way here. We should at least do something.”
“W-what are we doing?!”
“No, no… I don’t mean it like that… just what normal people do.”
“Th-then what exactly?!”
Her high-pitched voice from under the blanket was full of panic. It was the kind of tone she only used when she was truly shocked.
“Just… you know, this and that…”
“What the hell is ‘this and that’… seriously…”
She sounded a tiny bit curious now. At least she was trying to cooperate.
“Well, the setting is that we’re both still virgins… and it’s our first time at a motel together, so we’d be super nervous, excited, curious… something like that?”
“…So what do you want me to do about it…”
“First… take the blanket off. Let’s at least look at each other while we talk.”
It felt like worms were crawling all over my skin. Still, I reached over and pulled the blanket off her.
“Haa…”
Thankfully, she didn’t resist. Her hair was messy, her breathing a little rough, and her face was flushed red—probably from the heat of the blanket.
“…Should I turn on the AC?”
“Y-yeah.”
With a soft beep, the air conditioner above the bed whirred to life.
“Is this your first time at a motel?”
“……Obviously! You think I’ve been here before?!”
She sounded a bit defensive.
“Yeah, same. This is my first time coming with someone else.”
“……First time?”
“Yeah. I wanted to write a motel scene in my novel, so I figured I should experience what it’s actually like… I’ve come alone a few times, but…”
“Ah… so this really is your first time coming with a girl?”
Her sudden, piercing question made me suck in a sharp breath.
“Hah, y-you’re not a girl. You’re my sister.”
I blurted out something I didn’t even mean.
“…I am a girl, you know? Or what, am I a guy then?”
She glared at me with fiery eyes, clearly offended again.
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
“So basically, this is your first time at a motel with a girl, right?”
“Ah, yeah… that’s right.”
I hadn’t planned to reveal that much, but with nothing else to say, the words just kept spilling out.
“…Then what were you planning to do with a girl at a motel?”
“What?”
“I said, what exactly were you planning to do once you got to the motel with a girl?”
Her gaze had grown noticeably hotter. Those heated eyes of my ‘little sister’ were staring straight at me.