The 486 Ways to Fuck My Little Sister
I couldn't possibly have written something like 486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister. That kind of filthy novel? No way.
"……."
The sight of my little sister, drunk out of her mind and throwing a tantrum, was truly pathetic. And since it was obvious she wouldn't remember a single thing that happened tonight, I decided to leave some evidence behind.
Click. Click.
Even though she was completely wasted, she somehow still reacted to the sound of the camera shutter. She twitched and squirmed, apparently trying to strike some kind of pose.
"Ugh, ugh! Hng!"
But being blackout drunk, she couldn't control her body properly. All she could do was lie there on the floor, twitching helplessly.
"Huu…"
This was just reference material. She wouldn't remember any of it tomorrow anyway, and I was only planning to send these to the illustrator for reference purposes. Of course, that didn't stop my eyes from constantly drifting toward her naked body.
I forced myself to look away and focused only on taking photos that could be used for wholesome artistic purposes.
"Haa…"
I stole a glance at the pictures on the screen. They were flawless. The only disappointing part was how different the composition was from the cover we were currently working on.
And since she was completely hammered, she'd forget everything by tomorrow thanks to the alcohol. With that in mind, I figured I had nothing to lose and cautiously spoke to my 'little sister.'
"Hey, um… could you lift your ass up a little more?"
Her voice dragged with irritation as she complained at me. Still, she wriggled around obediently. Her lower body shifted, and just like I'd asked, she lifted her ass high into the air.
"Oh…"
A sigh of admiration escaped me. At that moment, I felt like a true artist—even a bit reverent. So without a single dirty thought in my head, I focused entirely on the subject displayed on the screen.
……Flawless, milky skin without a single blemish. The elegant curve of her massive ass flowing all the way up to the small of her back. Her breasts, pressed against the floor, spreading out beautifully to the sides. And especially those jet-black strands of hair contrasting against her pure white skin, making my eyes dizzy.
That was why I kept swallowing hard, my throat making loud gulping sounds.
"…Still a bit lacking."
It looked like being drunk had pushed her posing ability to its limit. The regret was too strong, so I slowly approached my 'little sister.'
"Here, lift this part a little more…"
I placed my hand on her wide hip bone.
"Mmm, mmmngh…"
It was the first time I'd ever touched something so incredibly soft in my entire life.
"…Gulp."
*
"Ah…"
A splitting headache made me clutch my face with both palms. My dry eyelids made a sticky sound as they finally opened.
"…Last night… ugh, ughhh…"
The memories flashed through my mind—coming home and washing up, drinking beer, and my brother showing me illustrations while confessing he was actually a web novel author.
"Ughhh…"
Every time I breathed out, the stench of alcohol wafted up. I couldn't even remember how much I'd drunk. The one thing I knew for sure was that I'd gone way past my limit.
Thankfully, the soft blanket covering me told me I was in my own room.
"Ah…"
Somehow I'd managed to make it back to my room and fall asleep. I'd apparently collapsed onto the bed wearing nothing but a single bathrobe over my bare skin.
"…What the hell do I do now?"
Actually, there wasn't any time to sit around wondering. First, I needed to confirm whether it was real or not.
"…No, fuck… even so, this doesn't make any sense…"
The truth was that my brother was a novel author, and I'd been the one drawing the illustrations for his book… And now I was faced with this ridiculous situation.
"Wow… I'm losing my mind."
If it had been just any normal novel, my heart wouldn't be this disturbed. I also realized that if the novels he wrote had been even slightly more mainstream, he probably wouldn't have hidden it from me.
"…How to Eat My Little Sister… what the fuck came after that…"
It had been quite a long title. I searched for it on my phone—the same title I'd glanced at once before when using it as reference.
……And as his actual 'little sister,' it was far too overwhelming to just laugh it off.
"I still don't know for sure… hng, hng… Honestly, stealing illustrations makes way more sense, right?"
I muttered to myself, trying to convince my own brain.
But that was the truth. There was no way an author who actually had a little sister would write something like 486 Ways to Eat My Little Sister. At least, that's what I'd believed. My brother might be an idiot, but… I'd always thought he was still within the bounds of normalcy.
With these complicated feelings swirling inside me, I considered skipping work today and just going back to sleep.
But then one email caught my eye.
Since it was a work email address, it was rare to get spam. That meant this was a legitimate work email. And these days, there was only one author I was in contact with.
"…Already starting the bullshit first thing in the morning."
True to someone who lived without regard for day or night, he'd sent it at 4 AM. With trembling hands, I slowly opened the email.
"……."
My eyes were still half-closed from not being fully awake yet. Everything except the body had been heavily mosaiced, which only made my eyes hurt more.
"Huuuuum…"
Sending actual photos like this wasn't that uncommon. Usually, to match the degenerate art style, the reference materials were equally degenerate. I personally found that kind of material better for reference, but if it was just about capturing the feeling, there wasn't any major problem.
But that wasn't the issue here.
They say you see what you know. Maybe that was why, even through the thick layers of mosaic, something felt familiar.
"You… fucking… son of a… bitch……."
The background and face were completely crushed and unrecognizable. All the important parts had been thoroughly mosaiced. But that mole next to the breast that looked strangely familiar. The curve of that body that felt way too familiar. My head felt like it was about to explode.
My face grew hotter and hotter, as if the alcohol still hadn't fully left my system.
I recognized it in a single glance. No—I couldn't possibly not recognize it.
"…Crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard, crazy bastard……."
This was the exact scenario I'd been praying would never happen. I'd thought it was impossible. I needed to examine it more carefully.
But after looking at the six photos in the email, all my doubts were completely resolved.
I was now certain beyond any doubt. And that complicated feeling from earlier grew even more turbulent.
*
"Hey, let's eat breakfast."
Knock. Knock.
I tried to act casual. But the image of my 'little sister' from last night kept flashing in my head.
"Aren't you eating? Don't you have work?"
Thud. Thud.
Normally she woke up so easily, but there was no response. It was probably the aftermath of all that drinking yesterday.
"…Hey!! I'm, I'm taking the day off!!"
"Suddenly taking a day off? Are you sick somewhere?"
I tried to open the door right away. But with a loud clunk, I realized it was locked tight.
"Why'd you lock the door?"
"Why are you already in a bad mood first thing in the morning?"
I almost asked if she was on her period, but swallowed the words back down.
"…Fine, fine. Do whatever you want."
From experience, there was no point in provoking her when she was like this. Still, I found it a bit strange. I was pretty sure her period had ended last week, so I wondered what the hell she was throwing a fit about today.
"Huuu… Whatever, I don't know. I should just write more."
Taking a break from uploading always made me feel like I was committing a crime. So I thought maybe I should stockpile some chapters like I usually didn't bother to do. Then I could do a sudden burst of releases later.
"Haa, haaaam…"
But I was too tired and sleepy, so I decided to sleep first and think about it later.
"……."
I lay down on the soft bed and closed my eyes. It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. But suddenly, it felt like the whole world brightened as if a ray of light had pierced through.
And then the image of that pure white naked body floating around in my head made my heart start pounding violently.
"Haa, haaaa…"
Last night had been eventful in many ways. The biggest harvest was secretly gathering reference material of my 'little sister' and getting a good eyeful while I was at it.
"…Did I ask her to show me? That was just an accident. An accident."
A tiny pang of guilt pricked at my conscience. That's why I'd already deleted all the original files on my phone. The only ones I had left were the heavily mosaiced edited versions.
"Krr… This is seriously so fucking hot."
The thrill that came from the censorship was no joke. Because everything was covered up and you couldn't tell who it was, it made it even more arousing. She probably wouldn't even recognize herself if she saw them. And even I had a hard time seeing her as my 'little sister' in those photos.
"Huu…"
Just like yesterday, I felt myself getting hard. This was a perfectly natural male instinct. It was a biological urge that no human could resist.
And jerking off before sleeping had special benefits. For some reason, I could fall into a much deeper sleep afterward.
I pulled the front of my underwear down. My cock sprang out with a thwack, and I grabbed it, slowly stroking it up and down.
"Haa…"
There was nothing more unnatural than a man's room door being locked. So I kept my ears pricked for any sound while moving my hand faster to finish as quickly as possible.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The room was filled with the sound of my palm hitting my lower belly and my hand brushing against the blanket. Heat rose throughout my body, and my urethra began to tingle.
"Haa, haaah…!"
I couldn't just cum inside the blanket like this. I reached out with the hand that wasn't holding my phone and quickly grabbed the wet wipes I'd prepared in advance.
"Hng, hng, hngh!!"
I erupted, spurting thick ropes of cum onto the wet wipe. My lower back tingled and the back of my neck went cold, sending shivers down my spine.
"Haaaa…"
I came again with another spurt. It seemed like there was more than usual this time. Cum was flowing down the side of my glans.
"Damn it…"
The stickiness was unbearable. And it was obvious it would get tangled in my pubic hair soon. I irritably pulled out a few more wet wipes and was busy cleaning myself up when—
It was a scream loud enough to shake the entire house. My 'little sister,' who usually at least knocked, suddenly flung my door wide open.
"You, fuck! What the hell is this?!"
"……."
My body froze solid as I watched my 'little sister' leap onto the bed.
In her hand that she thrust toward me was my phone, displaying that very photo.
"Ah, no… wait, j-just a second…"
"No… I'm really sorry, but please just wait a moment, okay?"
My hands fumbled around desperately. Whether it was the cum stuck to me or anything else, the only thought in my head was to pull my underwear back up.
My 'little sister' grabbed my phone that had been lying beside me. As she stared at the screen, her expression hardened as well.