Morning's Reckoning

“Arghhh......” In the end, I greeted the morning still half-asleep and half-awake, unable to get any real rest. What am I supposed to do? What the hell am I supposed to do? I have no idea what face to make when I see my sister. I don’t have the guts to smile brightly and ask if she slept well. ‘But back then...... that was the best I could do.’ I figured I’d done my part just by carefully wiping her down while she sat there dazed, covered in my cum. What else was I supposed to do—grab her and bawl my eyes out? Tell her I was sorry? That I couldn’t hold back because she was too damn hot? That my balls were practically throbbing at the thought of making a baby with her? If she’d seen herself, she would’ve understood. ‘Completely topless...... sucking her little brother’s cock like a succubus.’ Only a eunuch could’ve resisted that. She was the executioner of my dick. Besides, I’d already warned her I couldn’t hold it. I told her I was about to cum. Told her to stop licking the head. If anything, I’m the victim here—a poor little brother whose cock got violated by his own sister. Sure, I could’ve shoved her off, but...... that wasn’t really an option. At that point, both reason and emotion were operating from my dick instead of my brain. ‘Let’s just cum first and worry about the consequences later.’ ‘This is proof of love. Shut up and cum.’ Thinking about it, neither of those thoughts helped at all. Anyway, I’m losing my mind! I feel like I’m going crazy! While I was pacing around my room in agony, someone knocked on my door. Knock knock.

“Still...... awake?” There are only two people living in this house, but I answered anyway. “Who is it? Who’s there?” I hid behind my bed, tense as hell. Surely she wasn’t here to finish me off with a knife or something. “Cut the crap. Come out. I need to talk to you.” “Can’t we just talk from here?” “......Don’t say weird shit. Get out here. Now.” “You’re not holding anything, are you?” “What the hell does that mean?” “I mean, like a club. Or Dad’s golf club. Or a kitchen knife.” “Why? You want me to hit you with it?” “N-no.” “Keep acting like an idiot and I’ll go grab something.” “Okay, okay. I’m coming out, just give me a second.” Yeah. She wouldn’t actually kill her one and only cute little brother, right? Heart ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pounding, I stepped outside to find her standing there with her arms crossed. “Follow me.” She led me to her room. “Ah, good morning.” “No.” “Why, why not? I was really hoping my dear sister would have sweet dreams.” “Because some bastard came all over me and then ran away.” “......” “I still smell like cum. Some even got in my mouth. I probably brushed my teeth for an hour.” Her words were sharp. Even someone as dense as me could tell. The real question was how I was going to handle this from here. Option one: make excuses, heavy on the compliments. You’re just too attractive, sis. My dick couldn’t take it. The way you greedily drank your brother’s cum is still burned into my eyes. I love you, sis. Option two: act confident, also heavy on the compliments. I warned you I was about to cum, but you held on anyway. How was I supposed to hold back when a girl as pretty as you was doing that? I love you, sis. No...... at a time like this, the right move is...... “I’m sorry, sis.” Option three: drop to my knees and apologize with everything I’ve got. I knelt in front of her while she stood there with her arms crossed, silent. “I tried to hold back, but it just didn’t work.” “Hold on, no! I told you multiple times I was about to cum, but you wouldn’t let go! You said not to give you orders.” “Then maybe you shouldn’t have looked so fuckable in the first place. You’re too pretty, sis. Look what happened—a tragedy where the little brother fell in love with his own big sister.” Huh. Now that I’m paying attention, I’ve basically used every excuse already. Whatever. As long as I can get through this. “So you’re saying you did nothing wrong?” “No, that’s...... not what I’m saying.” Yeah, this isn’t going well. There’s no sign I’m getting out of this. “You piece of shit. You’re the type who’d knock a girl up and run.” “Hey, let’s get the facts straight. Did I cum inside you? It was on your face and chest—ugh!” Her kick came flying. I blocked it, but it still hurt. I’m probably going to bruise. “You’ve been running your mouth like you did something right. Did you get called here because you did so well?” She grabbed my arm while I groaned in pain. She glared at me sharply. “I told you to stop! I said I was about to cum, so stop tormenting my dick!” “Fuck off.” “Ugh, ack.” Her foot went straight for my crotch. Then she pressed down. Press. Press. “Minjun. I couldn’t sleep at all last night because I was too busy getting raped by you.” She stepped on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me. ‘Wait, what does that mean? Why is she doing this?’ I couldn’t read the examiner’s intent. “Isn’t rape when a pussy and a dick are forced together?” “Who said you could talk back?” “That’s not the same thing. The statute of limitations is different for each—wait, hold on, just hold on, sis.” I clenched my lower body tight. Press. Press. The way she teasingly applied pressure with her toes didn’t seem like she was actually trying to make me cum. ‘She just wants to torment me.’ What kind of sister does this? Calling her brother out first thing in the morning to step on his dick like some kind of pervert. “Thanks to you, I couldn’t even write a single proper line. I spent the whole night just showering.” “I wiped you down, though. Sis. Hold on. Please stop stepping on it.” “Why? You gonna cum again? How the hell are you still getting hard while you’re being punished?” A sly, seductive smile curled at the corner of her lips. “Stay still. Before I actually pop it.” “I-I can just help you again, right?” “Instead of acting like you’re doing me a favor, you should be doing it because you have to. You’re the reason my writing’s ruined.” “Yes, I’m truly sorry about that.” “Then take it off.” “......What?” “Take it off. Can’t you hear me?” “W-why?” “Because I couldn’t properly observe last time since you ran off right after.” “I let you touch it, suck the head, and even cum. And you’re saying you couldn’t observe?” “I don’t know, fuck! I was so shocked I don’t remember anything!” At this point, even my perfect sister’s ears and cheeks were turning red. She seemed aware she was being unreasonable. “O-okay. I’ll take it off. I just have to take it off, right?” I fumbled to pull my pants down in front of her when— “You idiot! What the hell are you doing?!” “You told me to take it off?” Smack! She snapped at me. “I said take off the top! Just the top! Don’t swing that filthy thing around in front of my face—just the top.” “Then you should’ve said that earlier. Why get mad when you’re the one who confused me?” And then there was my sister. I’d seen her laptop open earlier, and there it was: [His thing down there was incredibly big and thick. Even holding it with both hands wasn’t enough.] [I’m a virgin—would I even survive taking something like that? It’s terrifying.] [The bumpy veins stood out proudly in their places.] [The taste was bitter and fishy. His cum had a strange smell.] And more, line after line. Honest reviews about my dick. I couldn’t believe it. She said she didn’t remember, but apparently she remembered enough to write all that. Plus, the thought of her readers reading her impressions of my cock was...... I don’t know. Maybe she’s always been like this. Or maybe I corrupted someone who used to be normal. Either way, this unfilial son has no face to show our parents. I’m sorry. If both of us turned out to be failures at raising kids, maybe you should just have another late baby and start over. “Is this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠okay?” “......Yeah.” She had me take off just my shirt like she wanted and stand beside her. “Hey. You don’t have any clothes besides those worn-out pants?” “These are just pajamas. I have jeans. Why?” “Then go change into those. Once you’re done, stand right here.” She’s been giving me weird orders since earlier. I’d better just do what she says so she doesn’t throw another fit. I quickly changed my pants and stood next to her. “Okay. Done. What’s the plan?” “......Nothing.” She looked me up and down. “You seem softer than you look.” “......When did you touch me?” “I just thought so. Imagination.” “If you’re curious, go ahead and touch.” I flexed my biceps hard. “......It’s firm.” She kept poking and prodding, and I flexed wherever her hands went. “But why are your abs so faint?” “I gained weight after getting discharged. They were there around the time I was a sergeant.” “Then it would’ve been better if I saw them back then.” “What?” “You looked like a beast.” “That’s not really how it sounded.” “If I said I wanted to see them, could you make them for me?” “You won’t show me what I want to see.” “Idiot, are abs and a pussy the same thing?” “I was going to say I wanted to see your smile. You porn addict.” “......Anyway, just stand there. I need to finish writing. Seriously.” Thud. She tossed something at me. “You left this behind. You made such a fuss about coming to our house, but look at you now.” “Ah, sorry. Sorry. So that’s where it was—my treasure.” “You’re pathetic. Should I take a picture and show Mom and Dad?” “If you want to make a baby with me, go ahead. Try it.” “Ugh, idiot.” “Let’s be quiet, sis. I can’t focus with all the noise. Hey, wait.” “What now?” “Did you put on perfume here?” “......Yeah.” “Because of you, I can’t smell the scent from yesterday. Your scent.” “Even when an idiot takes care of it, you complain.” “Take it off again. Return it.” “Stop talking nonsense and stay still. Before I step on your dick again.” “You can tap dance on it if you want, just hurry up.” Ignoring me, she sat in front of her laptop, and I put my panties on her head. “You crazy bastard! What the hell are you doing?!” She recoiled and quickly pulled them off, throwing them at my face. “Fine. You owe me now. Hey, your hand hurts, right?” “My head hurts more because you keep saying weird shit next to me.” “Player substitution. I’ll use it, so you just tell me what to do.” “......” “Before I snatch the laptop and throw it. Now.” Just like last time, we prepared to collaborate again. “Ugh, but I’m uncomfortable in pants. I’ll just take them off a bit.” Then, as if it were natural, she stripped down to her underwear and sat between my legs. “You fucking—then you’re just gonna walk around in panties? Stop talking nonsense and put your clothes back on. Now.” So she likes guys in jeans, huh. “Then you take yours off too.” Of course, I had no intention of doing what she wanted. “Haa, shit. My head really hurts. I can’t keep doing this back-and-forth with you.” “Okay. Let’s stop fighting and just write.” Scroll. When I checked the screen, the same reviews from earlier were still there. “......This is about my dick, right?” “......” “You said you didn’t remember anything about my dick, but apparently you wrote all this from imagination.” “......” If she had any conscience, she’d feel guilty now. At the very least, she should’ve hidden this somewhere I couldn’t see. “Want to kiss once and move on? Or do you want to get spanked by your little brother?” Peck. She lightly pressed her lips to my cheek. “That’s not where I meant.” Peck. This time on the lips. “Not there either.” “......If it’s below the waist, I’m not letting you off no matter where you point.” ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Busted. “......Look at me. Don’t just turn your waist. All the way this way. Yeah.” We overlapped like we were in missionary position. “......Stop poking me.” “Don’t wanna.” Peck, peck. I bit down on her lips. Even while grumbling, once our tongues tangled, she quieted down. Slide. When I moved my hand to her chest, she immediately smacked the back of my hand. It’s all on her terms. Kissing is fine, but touching her chest isn’t. Rubbing my dick there is okay, but showing it isn’t.