My Sister Was Broken - 3
I had to stop her. That thought came first.
Even lying there, that was the only thing I could think.
“If you still think I’m pretty. If you don’t think I’m filthy, then don’t stop me from doing whatever I do now.”
“Sis…?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t know if what you’re saying is right at all. My life was denied to me, and you—you call me pretty, and listen. You’re right, I did take drugs. Look at my body. These scars? Yeah, I made them myself!”
No.
Those wounds weren’t self-inflicted.
Some of them were from scratching because she was itchy, but not all of them.
There were marks there left by someone else beating her.
I couldn’t tell who had done it.
I couldn’t understand how scars like that could even remain, but…
I knew one thing for certain: I had to hold those wounds close.
Why?
If you want to cry, then cry. Your big sister’s here. ...So this time, who was it? I’ll beat the hell out of him.
Because she had comforted me once, too.
If I didn’t comfort my sister now, who else could?
“Would you still say I’m pretty even if I looked like this? Get your head straight. Get it straight… please, get it straight. If you lose it too, then what am I supposed to do? The me in that photo is nothing but trash.”
“Sis.”
“Even if you call trash pretty, trash is still trash. That doesn’t change.”
Reddish strands kept slipping free from my sister’s hair.
“You only come to your senses after trash does something horrible to you, right? Huh? Huh?! Huh?!”
And then she ripped off her pants too.
My reason screamed that this had gone too far.
I could stop her, but I had to stop her before she actually did it.
Maybe men liked situations like this, but I wasn’t one of them.
“It’s all your fault. All your fault. It’s all your fault…!”
“Sis, stop! Quit it!”
If I shoved her away with brute force, maybe that would be enough.
If I pushed her down like this, maybe it would all end as if nothing had happened.
But I couldn’t do that.
If I forced her away now, it felt like she’d run off just like that, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
But—
“Let’s not do this here. Let’s go home. ...We can do it at home. If we do it on the floor, you’ll get hurt, and I’ll get hurt too.”
We couldn’t do this here.
If anything had to be proven—if there was something about my sister that had to be proven—then it was better to do it at my place.
Honestly, it was a stupid thought, but wasn’t it still better than doing this in the club room?
Wouldn’t it be better that way?
“...Whose place are you talking about?”
“Our place.”
“Why are you trying to haul trash like me all the way to your place?”
“Because I don’t think you’ll calm down otherwise.”
I didn’t really know why I thought that.
Why I had thought it at all.
All I could feel was that I had to do something.
That I had to prove my sister was clean, somehow, no matter what.
But my sister seemed to think differently.
At some point she yanked her pants down in a hurry, then stripped off her underwear too.
I had no idea where she found that much strength in such a small body.
I was sure I could stop her if I shoved her back now, but her eyes were already gone.
Fixed on something.
“Here. Right now. Do it.”
As if she had to find something.
There wasn’t a trace of light in her eyes.
Her frantic expression made her impossible to stop, and in the end she even took off the last of her panties.
What was revealed was a spotless, clean woman’s sex.
“If I’m not dirty, then we can do it here, right? Right?”
But unlike that, my sister looked like she’d already lost her mind.
Then she grabbed my pants and started touching me.
For some reason, even in a situation like this, I was hard.
I couldn’t understand why it was standing up in such a disgusting moment.
Maybe because I knew I couldn’t stop it.
Or maybe…
Back then, with my sister…
“You’re hard too, because you’re a man? Or because you like this kind of thing?! It’s already standing. Heh… I didn’t know that.”
“Sis… stop…”
“Stop? I can’t stop now. We’ve come this far, so we have to do it.”
She said that and took hold of me, then began trying to push me into herself.
Her expression changed little by little.
It went from blank, almost blindly focused, to something painful.
“If it hurts, stop, sis!”
“It doesn’t hurt… it doesn’t hurt…! Things like this don’t hurt!”
“You look like you’re in pain!”
“Then what do you want me to do? If you want me to prove I’m not dirty, then you have to understand me! Then I—I have to move if I want…!”
The moment I heard that, I changed position at once.
From the stance where my sister had been trying to take me in, to the proper position where I was the one entering her.
I knew it.
If I went through with it now, I’d be the bad guy.
But I couldn’t think of any other way.
If she was asking me to prove she wasn’t dirty, if this was how she wanted it proved…
“I’m going in?”
Slowly, very slowly, I guided myself into her.
Of course, that pained look didn’t disappear, but my sister was looking at me now as if only now could she finally be satisfied.
Unlike the words she’d said about herself being filthy, my sister was clean.
Even if her body was covered in scars, if she was clean, then she was clean.
But I decided not to say that.
“Ngh… ha… it hurts… ah…”
There was no way I could say something like that to my sister while she was hurting.
I knew how much pain she was in right now…
So instead of saying anything, I just held her quietly.
The floor was cold, and I thought my sister might be even colder, so I kept holding her and moved inside her in silence.
I didn’t say a word.
I couldn’t bear to look at her face while she was in pain.
But before long, as if she had finally settled, she whispered softly into my ear.
“It doesn’t hurt... Thank you. Kangto.”
“If you’re comfortable, that’s enough.”
That was all I said as I kept moving.
Her narrow little place kept tightening around me.
The inside was as tight as she was, and there was a limit to how much I could endure.
“Kangto… do I make you feel good too?”
There were all kinds of meanings buried in the breath of that question, but for now I could only say one thing.
“Because it’s you, Sis.”
Because it was my sister that it felt good.
Because it felt good, and I couldn’t hold back.
The more I said it was because it was her, the rougher my movements became all on their own.
“It hurts… Kangto… it hurts… ah… ahn…”
I could feel pressure pressing into my backside too, and I knew exactly why she was hurting, but I still couldn’t stop.
Ever since I was little, I’d followed my sister, and somehow I wanted to leave behind the feeling that it was because of her that I felt good.
“Kangto, Kangto, ah, aah… aah…”
The sensation of feeling good moved my hips on its own.
I knew perfectly well what I would do to her tiny body if I kept going like this, and yet I still couldn’t stop.
It felt like if I stopped now, I’d forget something, and I didn’t even know what I was about to forget.
Maybe because she wanted this, maybe because I did too? Was that why I was moving my hips too?
No, it was probably just that the inside had become so slick that it felt too good to stop.
I couldn’t even tell when it had started…
“Sis, sis, sis… I’m sorry, sis, your inside feels so good I can’t hold back…”
I couldn’t hold back.
I couldn’t hold back how good this felt.
In the end, I just held my sister tightly.
I knew I shouldn’t go any further in that sticky, warming wetness.
With every inch she tightened around me, my pleasure grew more and more intense until I didn’t even want to think anymore.
“K-Kangto, inside… don’t, don’t finish inside… if you do, if you finish inside, then I’ll get pregnant!”
“I-I’ll take responsibility somehow, sis. I’ve been looking for you. I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”
Huh? Why was that?
I remembered that I had been looking for my sister for another reason besides the fact that she had ended up like this, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember why.
And because I couldn’t remember, it drove me mad, and my body wouldn’t stop.
In the end I lost my mind, and by the time I came to, my warm seed was filling my sister from within.
Ah, this wasn’t right.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
When I pulled out with that thought in my head, blood-filled semen spilled from inside her.
My sister had turned her head away and collapsed unconscious, drooling as I could only stare at her.
This—this wasn’t what I wanted.
Why had it turned out like this…?