Is This How It's Done?
"Like this… is this okay…?"
"…You said you'd do it?"
"Y-yeah! I'll do it… I'll do it!"
If she'd kept refusing, I might've forced it in anyway. But now that she'd surrendered first, my conscience pricked a little at the thought of doing anything more to my stepsister.
"So you're saying you'll jerk me off with your hand, right? Huh?"
Wondering if she hadn't understood, I spelled it out again.
"…Yeah. So move already… You're so damn heavy…."
Her voice sounded resigned. I kept debating whether to just do whatever I wanted.
"…Keep your promise."
"Ah, y-yeah, okay."
A man going back on his word would look pathetic. Besides, I figured I could take things further step by step, starting with today's handjob.
"Haa…."
Still, it was disappointing. Since I couldn't exactly rape my stepsister, I finally climbed off her.
"Haaah…."
My stepsister let out a sigh of relief and quickly rolled to the side, wrapping herself in the blanket.
"……."
"……."
Our eyes met again. Her expression looked somewhat displeased.
"You're not thinking of breaking the promise, are you?"
"…W-who said I wouldn't…?"
Stammering, my stepsister slipped a hand under the blanket. She fixed the bra I'd flipped earlier, then began inching forward slowly. Painfully slowly. The distance between us was barely a meter, yet she crawled like she had all the time in the world.
"You don't seem very eager."
"…No, this isn't even about whether I want to or not…."
Her face was flushed, on the verge of tears. Her gaze kept flicking toward my lower body.
"Haaah… But do you have to keep staring at me like that…?"
She seemed uncomfortable under my gaze, yet couldn't decide where to look, her eyes darting sideways.
"Should I stop looking?"
"…It's not that you shouldn't look… It's how long you're gonna keep looking…."
She whined softly. It wasn't so much that she hated it—more that embarrassment outweighed everything else. Her hand emerged from under the blanket and crept hesitantly toward my crotch.
"Ever given a handjob before?"
"Shit… Is now really the time to ask that…."
"Ah! So you have?"
"Nooo! I've never done it!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, clearly offended.
"…Then what about you, oppa…?"
"What?"
"H-has anyone… ever done this… for you…?"
"Ah… A handjob?"
"Y-yeah! Anyway, have they!?"
Even in this situation, she was curious about that. Instead of answering, I just closed my mouth. My stepsister, who'd been staring at the floor, finally glanced up at my face again.
"…I'm asking. Have they…?"
Her outstretched hand hesitated. She mumbled under her breath.
"What if I have?"
"…I asked first! Who's playing riddles right now!? Is this twenty questions or something!?"
"No, what would you do if I have experience? And what if I don't?"
"Aghhh… I'm just curious… You could just answer… Seriously, so annoying…."
My stepsister scowled, looking utterly wronged, and turned her body away, showing me her back.
"Why do you care so much?"
"Ah, forget it. I don't need to know. Just put your clothes on already—kyaa, kyaaaah!"
I grabbed my stepsister's wrist, the one outside the blanket, and yanked her backward. She tumbled onto her back with a thud.
"E-eh, ah, aaah…!!"
She'd tried so hard to avoid this, but now my shadow loomed over her face. Seeing my cock right in front of her, my stepsister squeezed her eyes shut.
"Haa, h-huuuh…."
She lay there pretending to be dead—or asleep—while I guided her captured hand toward my crotch.
"U-uuung!"
She resisted fiercely, but she was no match for my strength. Soon her small, delicate hand touched my fully erect cock.
"A-ahhh!"
"You promised, remember?"
The back of her hand brushed against the glans. She flinched and jerked her body. Then she clenched her fist.
"Not opening your hand?"
"N-no… Who said I wouldn't!? So just… wait a second, I-I haven't mentally prepared yet…."
I could feel her pulse racing through her wrist—thump, thump—growing faster and stronger.
"How long is this gonna take?"
"J-just a bit! Haa… haaah…."
She let out a heavy sigh, as if the ground might cave in beneath her.
"You really hate this?"
"…P-please… stop talking…."
Her heart was still racing, her body stiff with tension.
"If you hate it, don't do it."
"…Huh?"
"If you really don't want to, then just don't."
I let go of her wrist without any lingering attachment.
"H-hey, hey!"
Yet my stepsister's whining continued.
"We're done, right?"
I ignored her and started looking for the clothes I'd thrown off. First, I stuck my legs into my underwear. Then came the pants. I awkwardly dressed myself while my cock stood stiffly erect.
"Haa…."
I flopped onto the bed and shoved a pillow under my head. It was pretty soft—I figured I'd fall asleep quickly.
"Hey, hey…."
My stepsister called out to me belatedly, studying my expression. Her lips moved like she had something to say.
"What now? Let's just rest. Both of us."
"……."
Before I knew it, the small room was filled with my stepsister's scent—that unmistakable, lewd smell of a female in heat. Thanks to that, my cock remained rock-hard, threatening to tear through my pants.
"Haa… Still, I… I promised earlier…."
"What promise?"
"You know… that I'd give you a… handjob… I-I did promise…."
The situation could've ended here. But my stepsister was deliberately walking right back into the very thing she'd been avoiding.
"You said you didn't want to."
"…I-I never said I didn't want to… I just… said I needed to mentally prepare…."
She looked conflicted, glancing back and forth between my face and my crotch.
"…I'll do it. I'll do it…."
Muttering that, my stepsister pushed the blanket aside.
"Haaah…."
Her breath came out hot and suggestive. Her hand reached for my lower body again, laying her small palm over my pants.
"Ah…."
Her fingertips brushed the glans. I felt her startled tremor clearly, followed by a loud gulp as she swallowed. Then, with a determined expression, she grabbed my cock.
"Huuut!!"
With a strange battle cry, my stepsister's hand wrapped around my shaft.
"A-haa…."
It was an unfamiliar sensation. After all, no one else's hand had touched me there in a long time—except maybe during my circumcision. Her touch felt clumsy yet strangely arousing.
"L-like this… is this okay…?"
My stepsister asked cautiously, then began rubbing over my pants with awkward movements. Swish— swish— swish— Her palm stroked my cock. Even through the fabric, the pleasure was intense enough to make me shiver.
"A-ahh…."
Just from this little stimulation, I felt like I might cum already. I clenched my teeth hard, holding back.
"Heh, this is how you do it, right?"
Watching my reaction, my stepsister smiled faintly. She looked oddly satisfied—probably because of how much pleasure I was showing.
Swish—! Swish—! Swish—!
Her hand moved faster. She stroked my cock earnestly, and I felt the urge to cum building ridiculously quickly.
"Ah! W-wait a second!"
I grabbed my stepsister's hand in a panic. It felt too wasteful to finish this fast. I stopped her and took a few deep breaths.
"Huu, ha… haah, huu…."
"…Is it over?"
"No…? Not even close. It's just… the pants are too tight."
"Ah…."
My stepsister sighed softly, her face clearly saying "Here we go again."
"A-are you gonna take them off…?"
"No."
"…Then?"
"You're gonna take them off for me."
"Ah…."
Another sigh from my stepsister. She started inching backward, hesitating.
"Hurry up and take them off."
"C-can't you just… take them off yourself, oppa? How am I supposed to take off your pants…."
She shook her head vigorously. But I wasn't about to give up that easily.
"You gonna break your promise?"
"N-no… I was doing my best, but you suddenly… grabbed my hand…."
She looked wronged, but there was no way I was going to cum so pathetically.
"Is taking off pants that hard? Or should I take them off first?"
"Nooo!! Th-that's really not necessary…."
At my words, my stepsister grew wary. Looking anxious, she pulled the blanket back over her lower body.
"If you don't take them off, I'll just rip them off myself."
"…Where's the fairness in that…."
"Right here. Hurry up."
Under my relentless urging, my stepsister kept swallowing nervously, her face turning bright red. Her neck and ears flushed crimson too. After hesitating for a long while, she finally reached for my pants.
"…I'm pulling them down…."
She tried to sound calm. Grabbing my waistband, she slowly began lowering it.