The Author Is My Sister
I guess I should leave a comment too, right? As a true fan of the author. I've always enjoyed your work.I support you always.Keep going! Fighting! A bit old-fashioned, but safe. I mulled over the usual things a reader might say to a writer, turning the words over in my mind when—
Huh? Near the end of the notice, a strange phrase caught my eye.
Siblings? Siblings? Did the word "siblings" I know have some other meaning?
The author kept rambling on after that, but none of it mattered. Holy shit. There really are older sisters out there writing incest stories. And not just any incest—brother-sister stuff. Sure, I'm a younger brother reading this too, but still. It feels completely different. It's night and day. Writing an incest novel versus reading one. And if she's even modeling the protagonist after her own little brother...
At least I'd never once thought about my sister while reading this. Now the fun aftertaste was completely ruined. It felt disgustingly creepy. Thanks to her, it's making me...
Way hornier.
Heh heh. Clap clap. Without realizing it, I was applauding with my balls. I didn't know whose sister this author was or where she lived, but right now she was secretly writing filthy stories about siblings sucking and fucking each other. If I imagined it was my own sister doing this, it'd be revolting—but whatever. This author was someone else's sister from some other family, so it didn't matter to me. If anything, it just made me salivate even more.
The comments were all busy teasing her.
Nah. Forget it.
I changed the comment I'd written into something more ordinary. Honestly, I really wanted to tease her hard... But that might just piss her off.
If someone talked shit about my sister, I'd get mad too. She'd probably feel the same. That's just the fate of siblings—nothing you can do about it.
Just then, it looked like the author had been reading the comments. She replied right away.
Her replies to the teasing comments were a bit sharp. But she only replied to the first few. After that, nothing. As expected. She must've gotten tired of it. Even the funniest joke gets old if you hear the same one over and over.
Fuck. That bitch is a total insult vending machine—open her mouth and all that comes out is curses. This author seems way softer in tone. That girl could learn a thing or two from her.
Nah. If she ever caught me reading this, it'd be a disaster. That crazy bitch would probably grab me by the collar and scream, "You have nothing better to read than novels about fucking your sister?"
She left a grateful thank-you on my comment. It was just a normal reply, but for some reason it made me grin like an idiot. You keep fighting too, Author-nim.
Alright, time to actually go work out. Before it gets any later.
When I opened the door, our family pig was nowhere in sight. She must've gone into her room. Did she seriously get sulky? A person should have some shame. If she didn't want to get nagged, she shouldn't have left a mess in the first place. Still... ugh.
Maybe I should ask if she wants to order chicken together later?
Technically, she was the one who ate and didn't clean up, so it was all her fault. But since I'm such a nice guy, I should just let it go. I hate it when the house atmosphere gets weird, so we need to make up somehow. After reading the author's notice, I somehow felt like I should try even harder. Siblings living under the same roof should get along.
It's been a while since I've been in her room. She's usually out in the living room lazing around whether she's working out or reading. I wonder how much of a disaster she's made of it. Even when I tell her the dust will get in her mouth if she doesn't clean... Tsk tsk. Knock knock.
I knocked roughly a couple times.
"Hey. I'm ordering chicken later, do you—"
The moment I opened the door—bang!
"W-what? What the—what the hell?"
She jumped like she'd been electrocuted and slammed her laptop shut. Her face was flushed red. Her clothes were half undone. And most damning of all, the screen she'd desperately tried to hide.
Yeah, no matter how you looked at it, that was...
"S-sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."
I quickly closed the door. Tsk tsk. A sigh escaped me without thinking. For our lonely big sister, I guess I should buy her a proper toy or something. If she's doing that even with her grown little brother in the house, her pussy must be growing cobwebs. It's obvious.
But still. No matter how itchy she might be down there, at least I wait until she's asleep. You should at least have basic manners, right? Whatever. No point saying anything now. What's done is done.
I was heading to the front door without another word when—
"Hey. Hey! Wait a second!"
She came bursting out in a hurry.
"...Don't worry, I'll leave the house empty so you can finish what you were doing. I'll be gone for about two hours."
"I don't know what kind of stupid misunderstanding you have right now, but it's not like that at all, okay?"
"Ohhh. Don't worry. I understand completely. By the way, who's the brother-in-law? A cucumber? An eggplant? Or your own fingers?"
"I'm telling you it's a fucking misunderstanding! It's not like that at all! Smell my fingers if you want!"
"Whoa, whoa. Don't shove the hand you were touching yourself with at me."
This girl. She's got some weird tastes. She kept thrusting her fingers toward my face, flailing around.
"Smell it, you dumbass! To see if I did what you think I did. Here, here!"
"No, it's fine. Just go finish what you were doing. Who said anything?"
"You ran away like you saw something you shouldn't have, that's why! No matter how much I say I didn't do it—"
"You were the one who freaked out first. Having a total meltdown. Or answer me. What exactly were you doing that you had to hide your laptop?"
"T-that's a secret."
Of course it is.
"There's a cucumber in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. Use that at least. I bought it last time when you threw a fit about making a face pack."
"I'm telling you it's not that! Augh, seriously."
"Ah, yes. Of course, ma'am. Just don't put it back in the fridge after you're done. You wouldn't want to eat side dishes that have been in your—"
"I said it's not, you son of a bitch!"
Thud!
"Ow!"
She kicked me in the ass. Her foot was sharper than I expected. She probably thought it was just playful, but she'd been patting my butt before too. Saying something about how I'd been working out. But if I tried to fight back, she'd foam at the mouth calling me a dick-cutting bastard or a sister-groping bastard. But today was different. I had no intention of showing any more mercy, so—
Smack!
I slapped her ass with all my strength. Hard enough that the sting shot up my palm.
"Aaaah!"
She clearly hadn't expected me to hit her back. She stared at me with a dumb look on her face. It's not like her hands and feet were tied. If you're going to hit someone, you should be ready to get hit too, you idiot.
The problem was—
"Ah, ah... You hit me. Fuck..."
This pig suddenly collapsed onto the floor and started shaking her shoulders.
"Hey. Are you seriously crying?"
What the hell, over something like this? Did I really hit her that hard? Well, my palm was still tingling, so yeah, maybe it was a bit much. But I never dreamed she'd start bawling like this.
"Ugh, hic. Hic. You crazy bastard. Haaang~"
It must've really hurt. One hand was clutching her ass while the other wiped at her eyes. I hope nothing's broken. I can't exactly pull her pants down to check. This is driving me crazy.
"S-sorry. Did it hurt a lot?"
I quickly grabbed her to help her up, but—
"Let go."
It seemed to have the opposite effect. She glared at me with tears brimming in her eyes, and a chill ran down my spine.
"...I'm telling Dad everything. You evil bastard."
Then she shot the words at me and—bang!—slammed the door with all her might before disappearing into her room.
"Hey, wait! Hey! No, sis! If you tell Dad everything, that daughter-obsessed fool will definitely come to kill me! Do you want to see a father-son murder? Hey! Hey!"
Please. Sis! Yunseo! She'd already locked the door. No. You were the one who messed up first, so why are you doing this to me? If you think about it, this is all your fault. You're the one who ate and didn't clean up. You're the one who didn't lock the door and masturbated. You're the one who hit me first, yet here I am, the poor little brother, grabbing the doorknob and begging.
Sigh. Whatever. I'm really going to work out now. She probably won't actually tattle, but if Dad comes...
I'm dead.
Our parents, who are abroad for work, would be thrilled to hear this news. That their precious siblings are fighting with each other. Especially Dad. But Father, Mother. Isn't this all happening because the two of you failed to raise your children properly? If Mom and Dad had taught her right, would she be acting like this toward her little brother? Forget it. No point talking about it.
On my way out after grabbing my bag, I stepped on something. It was one of my sister's tears. She'd cried a ton in that short time. My socks were instantly soaked.
"Haa."
I don't even know how many times I've sighed today because of her. I roughly wiped the floor with my foot and left.
My allowance was already small. Now it's going to shrivel up even more.
Please. Please, I beg that my sister doesn't rat me out to Dad.