Suck My Cock
"Mom, you're really going to stay here…?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"No, it's not like we don't have spare rooms… Why the living room of all places…"
The apartment was a little old, but it was fairly spacious.
The room I stayed in was the largest master bedroom, complete with its own small bathroom.
There were also two slightly smaller rooms. One was being used by my "little sister," and the other had remained empty.
"…I could switch rooms with you if you want…"
"Aww, it's fine. I'm the one freeloading here. Why should my son and daughter have to tiptoe around me?"
The aunt laughed brightly.
She added that the wide living room was actually more comfortable for her and told us not to worry about it.
"Ah… Still. And we're a bit uncomfortable too…"
"Daughter, is Mom making you uncomfortable?"
"…How could it not be? You're right in the middle of the living room like this."
"Oh my, this girl… It's really okay."
The aunt seemed to think we were saying it out of concern for her, but I could somewhat understand where my "little sister" was coming from.
"It's really fine, so could you help me unpack my things?"
"…Got it."
The mother and daughter linked arms and disappeared, only to start making a racket again in the dressing room my "little sister" used.
"Huu…"
This was bad.
Setting everything else aside, it felt like my life as an author had somehow circled back to square one.
After all, it had only been recently that I'd been caught after trying so hard to hide from my "little sister."
The only reason I'd managed to avoid detection until now was because she had been going to work.
But whether I could pull the same thing off with the aunt was uncertain.
"Haa… I'm screwed."
I didn't have any stockpile chapters ready for tonight's upload.
The ones I'd barely managed to build up had run out yesterday.
And I still had to write both the main story and the side story.
With so little time left, my head was already throbbing.
It was a schedule I could have barely managed even without the aunt around, but now I had to constantly watch out for prying eyes.
Clack— Click—
For now, I locked the door to my room.
There was almost no chance of anyone suddenly barging in, but it never hurt to be careful.
"Haa…"
My sigh grew deeper.
I walked over to my desk and turned on the monitor I'd switched off.
The screen brightened, filling with the final part of yesterday's side story.
"Nngh…"
It was just my personal opinion, but I believed that if it was erotica, you had to put the cock inside the pussy, no exceptions.
The pacing might have been a little too fast, even excessive.
But those things were just stepping stones leading to the sex anyway.
I'd never considered them particularly important.
All I ever thought about was the sex scene itself—how to make it as arousing as possible.
But while writing the side story, my thoughts had shifted a little.
I'd tried to pour into words the feelings I'd had toward my "little sister."
As a result, the pacing naturally slowed down.
Readers might even feel like it was dragging.
Still, that felt a little unfair.
If anything, writing the sex scene itself was far easier than writing the buildup to it.
"Hmm…"
I kept writing and deleting.
Sometimes I paused to dig through my memories.
What kind of reaction had my "little sister" given at that moment?
Her expression? Her gestures?
I was also curious about what she must have been feeling.
Normally I would've called her into my room and asked, but the situation had changed and it wasn't easy to do so now.
If it was the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, maybe I'd get the chance.
But unfortunately, I had to finish writing before midnight, so with a heavy heart I carefully typed out a single message.
[Me]
[I have something to ask, so I'm messaging you. I'm trying to write a fellatio scene right now. The protagonist is asleep, and the little sister sneaks in to suck him off. But to write it properly… lol… I'm curious how you were back then. If you have time, reply here thx]
It had been the same that time.
She'd pulled down my pants and underwear while I pretended to sleep.
Then she took my cock in her mouth and sucked it carefully.
I especially remembered how she'd grumbled that my precum tasted bad.
Yet she'd licked my cock several more times and swallowed the precum down her throat.
Curious why she'd done that, I sent the message and went back to typing.
It hadn't even been five minutes since I sent it when the door suddenly started rattling loudly, as if someone was trying to force it open.
"Ah, uh, uh…"
My brain short-circuited for a second.
Panicking, I quickly turned off the monitor.
"Ah, w-who is it?!"
My lower half was slightly swollen from writing.
It wasn't obvious enough to show through my clothes, but it was still pretty stiff.
"Hey—!!"
Bang! Bang!
My worry that it might be the aunt flew out the window.
"Haa…"
A sigh of relief escaped me.
I hurried to the door and unlocked it.
"Hey!"
My "little sister" snapped at me the moment she entered.
"Shh, shh! Hey, they can hear you outside."
I quickly pulled the fuming girl into my room and locked the door again.
"Y-you… That message earlier, a-are you crazy…? Why would you suddenly ask something like that?"
"No… I told you to reply when you had time. Why'd you come storming in like this…?"
She looked flustered.
But if anyone was more flustered, it was probably me.
I never expected her to barge into my room like this.
"…And Mom's here too… Why come into my room?"
"You sent that f-fucked-up message! Did you expect me to just sit still?!"
She seemed agitated—more precisely, she was heated with anger.
I replayed the message I'd sent in my head.
"……What's wrong with the message? You said you'd help me with my writing. Why are you acting like this now…?"
It was a puzzled reaction.
It wasn't like I hadn't received her help before.
I'd thought she was pretty interested in it herself.
Maybe that had been my misunderstanding.
My "little sister" trembled slightly, biting her lower lip.
"…When the hell… When the hell did I ever give you a blowjob…? And while you were sleeping, no less…? When did I ever—!!"
"Ah…"
It suddenly came back to me.
After all, we'd both taken turns pretending to be asleep.
That was why we'd never brought it up.
"Hey, enough. Why are you acting so innocent now?"
We'd already seen everything there was to see.
Hell, you could say we'd done everything except actual sex.
Getting shy over something as minor as a blowjob felt almost ridiculous.
"B-bullshit—!!"
My "little sister" shouted, her face flushing red.
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if rage was boiling over.
Did she seriously think I hadn't noticed she was pretending to sleep?
Or did she not know I'd been pretending too?
Either way, there didn't seem to be any reason to hide it anymore.
"……Did I misunderstand?"
There was no way.
"……Maybe it was a dream."
It definitely wasn't a dream.
"Ha! Y-you perverted bastard… What kind of dream is that? D-dreaming about something like that."
Yet she still tried to play along and brush it off.
"…Right? It was a dream, wasn't it?"
"…Yeah. I'd have to be crazy to… p-put that in my mouth and suck it…"
My "little sister's" gaze dropped downward.
She stared straight at my cock.
It was already half-hard.
The bulge was clearly visible through my pants.
"……Overflowing with energy again? There it goes with that bullshit…"
She shot me a look of disdain before abruptly turning away.
"Hey, where are you going?"
I quickly grabbed her to stop her.
"Ah, shit! L-let go?!"
She shook her hand, trying to break free.
"Anyway, you saw the message I sent."
"…So what."
"Help me."
"Ah, seriously!"
My "little sister" reacted immediately.
She looked ready to bolt at any second.
But the wrist I was holding wouldn't come free.
I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her.
"H-hey, hey!"
It felt like trying to hold an agitated cat.
She seemed ready to claw at me with her nails.
Even so, the body in my arms was so warm that I couldn't let go, no matter how much she scratched.
"Mom, help meee!!"
"…I locked the door."
By now it had become habit.
I couldn't just leave my "little sister" alone when she was right next to me.
She was cute, she was pretty, and I couldn't help but want to poke her with my finger.
"Hiss, haaa…"
"A-are you insane? Huh? You, you're really crazy, right?!"
Every time she asked if I was crazy, I brought my face close to her ear.
"……I am."
"…What?"
"You're right, I am crazy."
I admitted it without hesitation.
Even I thought I must be crazy.
"Ah, uh, uh, ugh…"
Her mouth hung open stupidly.
She looked like she'd run out of things to say.
"…I haven't written anything yet."
"……"
"…Help me a little."
"……"
Her fierce resistance had weakened slightly.
"……W-with what."
I led her to the bed.
Still holding her in my arms, I threw myself onto the mattress.
"Huu…"
While she let out a small moan from the impact, I spoke confidently.
"…Suck my cock for me."
"Haa…"
The sound of air escaping echoed.
Her body began to tremble slightly.
