I Can't Take This Anymore
I’m going to lose my mind.
In the end, I couldn’t sleep a wink. I tossed and turned like someone who desperately needed to piss, and before I knew it, the sun had risen. I stretched with every ounce of strength I had, but it did nothing to refresh me. If anything, the shallow doze I’d managed left my head throbbing. Looked like I was in for a headache today.
Did she leave first?
I reached over to the empty spot beside me where my sister had been lying. Last night’s events felt like a dream. Sharing a blanket with her. Her using my chest as a pillow. Her…
Touching herself right next to me.
“Haa…”
If only it really had been a dream, I could just forget the whole thing.
I sniffed around and swore I could still smell it—that scent from last night. It was nothing like a man’s semen. That sharp, feminine musk. The way she’d groped between her legs, hips twitching, filling the room with her body’s aroma… it had been unbearably seductive.
Thanks to that, I’d been forced to exercise superhuman restraint. All so I wouldn’t just pounce on her like an animal.
You idiot. Why the hell did you moan my name in a moment like that?
Of course, if she’d said some other guy’s name I would’ve tracked him down and killed him on the spot, but still.
Because of you… I’m seriously going crazy.
I had no idea what kind of face I was supposed to show her. Maybe I could pretend nothing happened. Maybe I could still look her in the eye. At the very least, just for today—just for today—I hoped I wouldn’t have to face her.
“Sleep well?”
Against my wishes, the moment I stepped out of the room, my sister was already sitting on the sofa.
She didn’t go back to her own room.
Her face looked fresh and bright. So she got to rub one out and then sleep like a baby, huh?
“…No.”
“Why? You looked like you passed out right away last night.”
More like I was pretending to sleep. So you wouldn’t feel embarrassed while you were groping me.
“Wait, what’s wrong with your face?”
“What’s wrong with it? Do I look even more handsome today?”
“No. You already look like shit on a normal day, but today you look extra miserable. What are you, a panda?”
She pointed at the dark circles under my eyes. I hadn’t looked in a mirror yet, so I didn’t know how bad I looked. But the fact that she was showing something close to concern meant I really must’ve looked like hell.
“You showed up in my dream.”
“You dumbass. If you had a wet dream, just say you had a wet dream. I won’t hold it against you, so go take a shower already.”
How could she be so shameless? Did she have a steel plate welded to her face? This is all because of you. Because of you!
I’m dying here and you have no idea how I feel.
“If you come out in my dreams, it’s always a wet dream. Haa.”
“Since when do you sigh like that? You even do stuff like that?”
“You tormented me so badly in the dream. Let me lie down for a bit. Lend me your legs.”
“Then stop whining at me and go lie down in your own room.”
“This is happening because you’re the one tormenting me. Just let me.”
“You probably did something to deserve it in the dream too. I don’t even need to see it to know.”
I rested my head on her thigh. Ah, I felt a little more alive. I quietly looked up at her full, rounded breasts.
They were so soft.
You probably don’t even know in your dreams. That it was all an act.
Seeing how modest the shape of her chest was, she must’ve put her bra back on. Just grazing the surface had sent shivers through me—what if I actually grabbed them fully… No. Stop thinking about it. She’s right in front of me.
“Last night I let you use my chest as a pillow.”
“You were the one who clung to me like a leech, so I had no choice but to lie down.”
Thankfully, even though her words were harsh, she didn’t kick me off. I gently pressed my cheek against her thigh.
“By the way, what were you doing? You’re just staring into space without even watching TV. Thinking about me?”
“Dumbass.”
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Actually, I just woke up too.”
“No classes today?”
“Nope.”
“Sis.”
“What?”
“Don’t just sit there. At least stroke my hair. It doesn’t cost anything.”
I grabbed her hand and placed it on top of my head. You secretly touched my stomach, my chest, even my lips. This is payback. Give me the warmth of your body that I can fully enjoy right now.
“Look at you. I spoil you even a little and this is what happens.”
“I’ll stroke you too. Ow, ow, ow. Wait a second.”
“Hey! Where do you think your hand is going?”
The second I put my hand on her thigh, she grabbed a fistful of my hair. Damn it. What if I go bald because of this?
“If you’re going to act cute, pay for it. It’s gross.”
“Then give back all the meals I cooked and the laundry I did for you.”
“Then you give back all the times you sexually harassed me. Compensation fee.”
“Then you do it too. Here. Touch me.”
“Why the hell would I touch you, you filthy—”
Wow…
At least put some spit in your mouth before you lie like that. Then what was all that touching you did to me yesterday?
“I shower every day, you know. At least more often than you. When I come back from working out, I shower twice a day.”
“That’s why the utility bill is so high. It’s not your money anyway.”
“That’s hilarious. It’s because you take forever in the shower and never come out.”
“Were you timing me? Checking how long your sister stays in the shower? That’s actually disgusting.”
“You idiot. I’m saying that once you go in, you don’t come out for ages. What the hell are you even doing in that tiny bathroom anyway?”
“Why do I have to report every little thing to you? Mind your own business.”
“Are you dancing in there or something? Hey, stroke a little gentler.”
It felt nice having my hair stroked, but she was using way too much strength. It hurt.
“Imagine whatever you want. No, stop. Don’t. It creeps me out when you picture my body.”
“You won’t even show me once and yet you act so proud. Ah, sorry. I’ll stay quiet.”
“Stop moving so much. I let you use my leg as a pillow once and you’re throwing a whole tantrum. It’s gross as hell.”
“I have to get my money’s worth.”
I kept turning my face this way and that, and she finally got irritated. This was tricky. Looking up at her face peeking out from between her breasts was nice, but then I’d have to lie on my back again. From the back of my head, I couldn’t properly feel her thighs. But if I turned on my side so my cheek touched her, I could only see her stomach.
“What are you doing? Hey! What the hell are you doing?”
I subtly turned again and touched her stomach, and she reacted immediately. Her voice was sharp with annoyance.
“Are you sucking it in? Did it go in a little?”
“You dumbass, it’s always been like this.”
Her words were rough, but she still hadn’t hit me. So this level of skinship was okay now?
“Nah, you’re definitely sucking it in.”
I poked her a few times and her stomach twitched like it tickled.
“Stop touching me. It’s annoying.”
She touched me all she wanted.
I was starting to get a little pissed. How could I tease her back? Okay. Got it.
“Let’s see~ Is our baby doing well in there~ Want to say hi to Daddy?”
Oh no.
“Wait, sis, wait a second. Urk!”
I’d forgotten she was still stroking my hair. The moment the words left my mouth, she grabbed my hair and twisted it so hard I thought my neck would snap.
“You crazy bastard! I’ve been listening to your bullshit and you just keep going! What? Our baby? You son of a bitch. You wanna die? For real!”
“It was a joke! A joke! Spare me, sis. I’m dying.”
“Die, you dumbass! Die! Just die already!”
She was thrashing like a wild foal let off its reins. This was going to end badly if I didn’t do something.
“I was wrong. Please forgive me. I’ve committed a sin worthy of death.”
“Haa… Haa… You’re actually insane.”
In the end, I ended up flat on the floor, begging with my hands and feet.
“For breakfast… what would you like to eat?”
“I’m not eating anything you make!”
She was seriously sulking. Really sulking hard.
“But I’m hungry, sis. People need to eat breakfast to start the day with energy.”
“My mood is already ruined because of you, you know? Do you really think you can say whatever the hell you want just because your mouth is open?”
You’re the one who masturbated thinking about me.
Of course, I knew I’d gone too far. The joke had crossed a serious line.
Still, if I grovel this much…
“I’ll make kimchi fried rice. Forgive me.”
At least pretend to listen. I’m the one cooking and serving you, and here I am begging you to eat.
I took out a can of ham and chopped it finely. I did the same with the kimchi. Then I fried an egg on top and drew a heart with ketchup. It always turned out pretty decent. Normally my sister would laze around until the rice was done, but today she stuck right next to me.
“Don’t you need to chop it even smaller?”
“Chefs always chop so neatly and evenly. Can’t you even do that?”
She wasn’t actually helping, though. She just kept chirping away like a sparrow.
“You idiot, it’s burning. Aren’t you going to flip it?”
“Ugh, seriously. You’re doing this on purpose. You’re killing me.”
She kept kicking me lightly with her foot.
I guess her staying quiet would actually be more helpful.
“Instead of standing there, could you please set the spoons and chopsticks? I’m begging you.”
“I was going to do it even if you didn’t ask.”
She took out two sets from the utensil holder. Clatter.
“Hey sis. My spoon fell on the floor.”
“What do you want me to do about it, dumbass? Pick it up yourself.”
“Picking it up is fine, but it really looks like you threw it on purpose.”
“It wasn’t thrown, I accidentally dropped it. Sigh, and now I accidentally kicked it with my foot too.”
“How do you accidentally make a spoon roll all the way over there?”
She really was furious. At least she was still eating the food. If she got truly angry, she’d disappear into her room and not show her face at all.
“Got any plans after you finish eating?”
“Why would you care?”
“I was wondering if you weren’t going to write your novel. I’ve been waiting.”
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
Thankfully, when I touched on her weak spot, she reacted.
“Keep writing until the end. I’m reading it diligently.”
I piled the fried rice high on a pretty plate and quickly cracked the eggs. Doing one each felt stingy, so I gave us two each.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“…Do you really find my novel interesting?”
“Yeah.”
“Most guys with older sisters would probably hate reading that kind of story.”
“That just means you wrote it that well. Plus, thinking it’s about us brother and sister makes it even hotter.”
“Right. You really are a crazy bastard.”
“If I say I’ve gone crazy for my sister… then I guess I am crazy?”
“Yeah. You’re fucking insane.”
“I don’t think you understood. What I mean is, I like you so much it drives me crazy. That’s why I’ve gone crazy for you.”
“I know, you idiot. Stop explaining it word for word.”
She punched me again. Dangerously, while I was cooking with fire.
“…If you say you like it, I’ll keep writing.”
“Before you go write, let’s go grocery shopping together. We’re almost out of eggs.”
“Money?”
“There’s still some left from what you gave me.”
“Just tell me if you need more. I’ll send it.”
“Oh? So you really are a good older sister after all?”
“You always… have a talent for picking the most insulting way to say things.”
“Anyway, I’ll tell you if I need it. Thanks, sis.”
Chuu. I set the fried rice down in front of her and lightly kissed her forehead. Surprisingly, she accepted the kiss quietly. Good. Her anger had mostly melted away. Did this mean from now on I could do this much without her complaining?
Still… masturbating is…
I never would’ve imagined it. I’d always tried so hard to keep my dick down whenever I was next to her.
Whatever. Let’s just eat.
“Want ketchup?”
“Yeah.”
As if it were the most natural thing, I drew a heart on her egg with ketchup. I just did mine sloppily. No need to be fancy when I was just going to eat it anyway.
“Thanks for the meal.”
“Sure. Eat a lot.”
She scooped up a big spoonful of the steaming fried rice and put it in her mouth.
“It tastes better because it’s full of little brother’s love, right?”
“I haven’t even chewed yet.”
Chew chew. She answered like it was unpleasant, but she didn’t deny that it tasted good.
“It would taste even better with green onion oil. But it’s a hassle. We’re out of green onions too.”
“When we go grocery shopping later. Chew chew. Let’s buy a bunch.”
“Yeah. Anything else you want?”
“Pasta.”
“I made that for you last time.”
“It’s still good even if I eat it again.”
“Alright. I’ll get noodles and sauce then. What else? Tell me side dishes. Side dishes.”
“…Now that I’m trying to think of something, nothing’s coming to mind.”
She seemed to have completely gotten over her anger now. In some ways she was easy to please. In others, she was difficult. After I fed her, I’d have to ask her to put some ointment on me. My mouth had been tasting like blood for a while now. Probably because she hit me… I think the inside of my lip tore.