Why Isn't the Next Chapter Up Yet?
I tapped my foot impatiently. ‘My sister’s running late.’ Why wasn’t the next chapter going up? The same person who used to brag about her diligent serialization schedule hadn’t posted anything for days. After we’d collaborated and cranked out that chapter together, I thought she’d finally found her groove. ‘But it feels awkward to just go ask her directly.’
“Not writing any erotica? Your little brother’s been waiting so patiently.”
She’d probably just curse me out again. She was already complaining that I was too obsessed. If I poked my nose into this too, she’d definitely scold me for interfering. ‘At least put up a notice or something. Tell us why you’re not writing.’
It wasn’t like she was sick. We lived together, so I saw her every day. She was still eating well and throwing tantrums like usual. Or maybe… that time of the month? No. She did get extra cranky on a pretty regular cycle, but she’d been unusually calm lately. Maybe her creative spark had just died. The initial passion had faded, and now sitting in front of her laptop felt like torture. ‘Tsk.’
Should I go encourage her? Tell her I really wanted to read the next sex scene between the siblings in her novel. Yeah. The novel’s siblings. Not us. Not our sex.
Knock knock. I rapped on her bedroom door.
“You in there? Jerking off?”
“Why the hell are you only capable of asking such brain-dead questions?”
“I don’t know, you’ve been way too quiet.” Plus, both of those things were things she liked. ‘Enough to do it secretly right next to me.’
“Anyway. What do you want? If you’re here to pick a fight, get lost while I’m still asking nicely.”
“I just wanted to see you. You shouldn’t stay cooped up in your room all day. Come out for a bit.”
She glared at me with a sour expression that clearly said what kind of bullshit is this?
“I told you to get lost if you were going to say weird shit.”
“Wait, don’t close the door. The truth is… I wanted to tell you to write. It’s been too long since the last update and waiting is killing me.”
“……Just wait a little longer.”
“Why? Did something happen? Are you sick?”
I quickly pressed my hand to her forehead. It felt a bit warm. I even touched my own forehead to hers, but I still couldn’t really tell.
“No, no. Stop it. Quit groping me. Using ‘checking for a fever’ as an excuse to feel me up everywhere.”
“Then what is it? It’s not even that time of the month for you yet.”
“Thanks for thinking of me, you son of a bitch. My little brother even worries about his big sister’s period. You’ve really grown up into such a wonderful person.”
“You have to tell me so I can help. The readers are going crazy too. Everyone’s wondering where you went.”
I’d debated whether to nag her about it but decided against it. Because I knew she read every single one of those stupid comments I’d left. [Siblings should only have sex with each other. After reading that, I started feeling strange things toward my sister.]
“The truth is…… my fingers hurt.”
“Your fingers? How?”
I immediately grabbed her hand.
“Just how hard were you fingering yourself? No matter how lonely a person gets, there’s a limit. If it’s that bad, just ask me to buy you a dildo or something. Why go until your hand hurts?”
“You idiot, do you think I’m you? Jerking off until my fingers give out.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t tease you. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, right? Healthy people all have sexual desires.”
“I don’t do it, you moron! I said I don’t!”
“You really don’t masturbate?”
At least put some spit—no, pussy juice—on your tongue before you lie. If the wet sounds I hear next to me aren’t piss, then what are they?
“I don’t, fuck! Hey, if you’re going to keep being an asshole, get out. You’re annoying me.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll stop. You make such a big deal even when someone worries about you.”
“That’s what you call worrying? Asking your own sister how she fingers her pussy?”
“I never asked it that specifically. To be precise, I asked if you’d been masturbating so vigorously that your fingers were about to fall off.”
“That’s the same thing, you bastard!”
In the end, she hit me again. But maybe my endurance had improved, because I could take it now. I dodged the more dangerous kicks with practiced ease. When she reached for Dad’s golf club, I begged on my hands and knees until she forgave me. I kept my head bowed until I got a clear confirmation that I was pardoned.
“Anyway, sis. If it hurts that much, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”
“It’s not that bad. It’ll probably get better if I rest. Haah… but I do need to write the novel.”
“Your hand’s in bad shape. Forget it. Just stop.”
“You’re the one who said the readers are waiting.”
“Who cares about the readers? Your health is what matters most. If you’re really desperate, just read something else. Hang on a second.”
I started massaging her fingers, then quickly fetched some anti-inflammatory painkillers. I squeezed out a generous amount and rubbed it in.
“From now on, if it hurts, tell me right away. If you hide it, I won’t let it slide.”
“I wasn’t really hiding it. It just wasn’t that big a deal, so I didn’t say anything.”
“So what? Are you saying you did well by keeping quiet?”
“……Sorry.”
“I guess I’ll have to stick to you even more from now on.”
“Why does it always end up like this? Even after getting beaten so much, you never reflect at all.”
“Because you hid that you were in pain. Don’t get mad. It’s all your fault.”
“Even if it’s not that serious…”
“Either way, the fact that you hid it is true. So stop locking yourself in your room and stay by my side all the time.”
“I shouldn’t have opened the door. If I’d known you’d throw this kind of tantrum, I would’ve just ignored you.”
“If you don’t want me to, then don’t get hurt. It hurts my heart too.”
“Oh, I’m so moved I could cry.”
“If you know that, then behave.”
“Haah. My head hurts more than my fingers right now.”
“Want me to rub some on your head too? With the love potion that is my lips~”
She glared at me, so I stopped. She wouldn’t even let me express affection. I followed her like a little duckling.
“……Why are you following me into my room?”
“Surveillance. To make sure you’re not writing.”
This time, I was the one trailing after her. Like a puppy.
“Want to get hit and then leave? Or just leave?”
“Hey now. Keep that up and I’ll tie you up so you can’t do anything. Be good. Your hand hurts, remember?”
“Haah. You crazy bastard.”
“Why are you turning on your laptop? I told you multiple times not to write.”
“So I can listen to music and not hear your bullshit.”
“You’ve got your cute little brother’s beautiful voice right here. Why would you need anything else? If there’s a song you want to hear, just tell me. I’ll sing it for you.”
Again. There it was—that middle finger again.
“Hey. Don’t write. Close the word processor.”
“The view count has dropped too much. I need to put out at least one chapter. Or maybe I should try recording a voice memo.”
“Why go through all that? I’ll write it for you.”
“You…… will?”
“Yeah. I’ll just type whatever you say. No need to go through extra steps.”
“That’s true, but……”
“I’ll do it. You just talk.”
Huh?
“Why did you write ‘bow’ there? You idiot. It’s ‘pause,’ not ‘bow.’”
I’d thought it was a pretty good idea.
“It’s ‘from time to time.’ Not ‘pause.’ My little brother gave me the breathing room to rest from time to time.”
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“You’re fucking doing this on purpose. You’re trying to make me die of frustration. How old are you that you can’t even get this right?”
She was scolding me way too harshly from behind. They say if you do someone a favor, they start thinking they’re entitled to it. My sister took that to another level.
“I was trying to help.”
“Help my ass. Be honest. You were half-asleep during dictation, weren’t you? Because of all the spelling errors, I’m going to have to rewrite everything from the beginning.”
“Fine. If it’s that confusing, I’ll look things up while I type. Or you could just teach me properly.”
“Yeah. I’m the idiot. I was the idiot for trusting you.”
“Anyway, what’s the next scene? Keep going.”
“The younger brother pulls down my bra.”
Tap. Tap.
“My embarrassingly pale breasts are revealed in front of my brother.”
Was she using what I’d secretly seen? ‘And you still say this story isn’t about us?’ She was making such diligent use of everything that had happened between us as siblings.
“Sis, your breasts are really pretty.”
“Sis, your breasts are really pretty. Hmm, is the author reflecting her own chest?”
“Why are you reading along? And why are you adding those stupid sound effects?”
“You said if I read it out loud I’d know if it was written well or not. That’s why I’m doing it.”
“Then read it after I’m done writing. Shut up for a bit. I can’t concentrate.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll do as I’m told.”
“It’s a pretty pink. It looks like it would taste like strawberry milk. My brother lewdly insulted my breasts with vulgar words.”
“………”
“Cold sweat trickles down near my hardened, swollen nipples.”
“Even though the sweat I shed must be dirty…… my brother greedily licked it all up into his mouth.”
“N-no matter how much you suck, nothing will come out, Master.”
“Don’t worry, sis. I’ll make it come out for you soon. Ah, no…… please.”
“My brother bites down on my nipple.”
“He licks it gently with his tongue, then sucks again, then bites…… then blows on it……”
“Like a lollipop given to a child…… I’m tormented senselessly.”
“I can’t…… even straighten…… my waist properly.”
Ah…… this.
It was harder than I expected. I was insanely turned on. She was standing right next to me, whispering into my ear. The longer I listened, the more I felt like my dick was going to explode. ‘She’s definitely going to scold me again.’
I couldn’t stop my erection. What should I do? Should I squeeze my legs together? Or lean forward a little? She seemed embarrassed too—her speaking pace was gradually slowing down.
“Haah. Haah. No. My moans are getting rougher.”
Especially when she let out those pained sounds. It made me imagine that if I actually touched her, she would make those same noises. Over and over. Again and again.
“I have to tell my brother that we can’t do this…… that we’re siblings.”
Would she really react like that? Would she really tell me we couldn’t?
‘Sad thoughts. Think sad thoughts.’
No good. Nothing was coming to mind. Wiggling my toes, biting my lip, pressing under my fingernails—nothing worked. Cold sweat broke out as I tried to hide my arousal. I was losing my mind. Please. Please!
“……Hey.”
“Huh? Yeah.”
She called my name. I nearly rolled off the chair in surprise.
“You misspelled a word here.”
“Ah…… right. Sorry.”
“Here too. And here. Haah. Move over for a second.”
I started to stand up as she asked, but then—‘Huh……?’
She suddenly sat down on my lap. She shouldn’t do that. She must have seen it clearly while standing next to me. What state her little brother was in right now.
“You really need to go back to elementary school and relearn Hangul.”
Little by little. Little by little. Her ass moved closer between my legs. That plump, white, beautiful, and yet somehow adorable perfect shape.
What was this? What was she trying to do? Was she teasing me? Or provoking me?
“Sis…… is your finger okay now?”
You know exactly what’s pressing against your ass right now.
“The pain relief patch helped a bit.”
You know what’s between my legs. You know what you’re rubbing against with your ass right now.
I slowly placed my hand on her shoulder. She only trembled slightly, offering no resistance this time.
“You’ve been through a lot, Author Kang. All because of your idiot little brother.”
“………”
‘She’s only wearing a tank top today. She probably didn’t expect things to turn out like this with me.’
There were no bra straps under my fingers. I slowly massaged her shoulders, trying to steal another look at the body hidden beneath her t-shirt. There was no bra to protect her from her brother’s lecherous gaze now. Thanks to that, the hand that was supposed to be massaging her shoulders kept drifting toward her collarbone. Even though that clearly wasn’t her shoulder, it kept moving inward. Further in. Into the neck of her t-shirt. Into her tank top.
“………”
She still didn’t say a word. She just kept quietly typing away at her keyboard, writing her story.
[A massively swollen brother’s cock appeared before my eyes.]
[Because of me. Because of his sister. My brother growls at me. Since it’s gotten this big, I have to take responsibility.]
I got a little greedier. I used my fingers to pull her tank top aside.
‘Move.’
I swept aside the hair that was swaying and blocking my view, clearing it to one side so it wouldn’t cover her owner’s body.
Gulp.
And through the gap in her clothes…… at the peak of that terrifyingly enchanting white breast……
‘Whoa……’
A beautiful pink symbol was standing proudly in place. I stared at it, mesmerized by that gorgeous color. I wanted to take it in my hand right now. I wanted to push her down right now. I wanted to put it in my mouth…… If I pinched it, would she…… would she react like in the novel and……
I blatantly thrust my hips forward. So blatantly that my cock pressed fully against her ass.
“……Hey.”
“……Yeah. Yeah.”
She called me again. My eyes were still glued to her body.
“Can you…… do me one favor?”
“What…… is it?”
“Can you show me that thing?”
“What thing?”
“That thing. The one…… poking my ass.”
The moment she finished speaking, even more blood rushed to my lower body. I was worried I might actually lift her up with my dick.