After the last school bell rang, I didn't stick around. I grabbed some random shit from the convenience store—snacks, energy drinks, maybe a pack of gum I didn't need—and made my way straight back to the dorm.
No interest in small talk or hanging around pointlessly.
Once I was inside, I threw myself on the chair, and wasted time by writing a self-indulgent, degenerate story—because why the hell not?
Class was done, I had what I needed, and I didn't owe anyone anything.
I was halfway through a new scene—pure self-indulgent smut, of course—when the door creaked open.
And just like that, things escalated.
My sister walked in.
Arisu.
Still in her school uniform. Red blazer hugging her form, pleated skirt barely covering her thighs, and those fucking white stockings that hugged her legs. She looked like a mix of sweet and sinful, and my dick reacted before my brain did.
The erection I already had from writing depraved shit got even harder the moment she passed by me, her scent—light sweat and faint perfume—brushing against my nose.
She leaned slightly to peek at my screen, her pink lollipop sliding between her lips as she sucked on it slowly, knowingly.
"Brother, are you still writing this kind of story?" Arisu asked, her tone flat and unimpressed, though her eyes lingered a little too long on the words on the screen—specifically, the bold title: "Incest With My Sister."
God, that hit like a wave of nostalgia.
Back then, I didn't give a single fuck about story quality or logic.
All I cared about was whether writing it made me hard—and if the readers got off to it too, that was just a bonus.
"Of course I am," I said casually, not looking away from the screen as I continued typing. "We've got a whole cult starving for this content, my dear sister."
I reached out and gave her thigh a slow, deliberate stroke as she stood there, sucking on her lollipop, her eyes still fixed on the screen while I posted the next chapter.
"Cult? You're seriously delusional, brother," she replied with a dry snort.
"It is a cult. This kind of story is like a religion for some readers. The wet dream of every author. You know why it still gets reads even though it's been on hiatus for a whole year? Because it screams legend, masterpiece, GOAT."
"But it's just an incest story," she said, confused. "What's so special about it?"
"Oh, you don't get it. Hell, even I don't," I shrugged. "Maybe it's 'cause the MC's a fucking GOAT and his sister is gorgeous as fuck?"
Her cheeks flushed at my blunt compliment, and she shot me a glare. "Narcissist."
"Well, unlike half the shit on Webnovel—ripped off, MTL garbage, and MCs who can't seduce a girl until chapter 100—this story delivers. Straight heat. And only someone like me could write it."
"That's why it's the GOAT," I added smugly, looking her dead in the eye.
"Hush already, brother. You talk too damn much."
Without warning, she leaned in and crushed her lips against mine, forceful, aggressive, her tongue immediately demanding entrance.
I kissed her back just as hungrily, our mouths colliding in messy, wet heat.
Saliva mixed, our tongues wrestled, and when we finally pulled apart, a thin, glistening string of spit still connected our lips.
And fuck, I couldn't stop staring at it.
Nor could I stop imagining what would come next
Her expression was completely drenched in lust.
"How about I help you get a little more inspiration, brother? Would you like that?" she purred, her voice thick with seduction, her gaze burning into me with clear, dangerous intent.
Did she really need to ask?
I smirked, the answer already obvious. "You asked for it."
Without a shred of hesitation, I shoved my loli sister down onto the bed, the sheets rustling beneath her as her body landed with a soft thump.
My fingers moved fast, yanking off my school uniform, unbuttoning my shirt like I didn't have a second to waste.
Then came the zipper—down went the trousers, my cock already hard from how twisted this was.
But it didn't matter.
None of that mattered.
Because we'd already crossed the line long ago.
Yeah...
It was incest time.
And we were both too far gone to pretend we gave a shit.
...
Author Note:
Yeah, someone asked me to update this shit, so I did. Anyway, I know I've been on hiatus for so damn long, but yeah—I've been kinda busy lately. Can't be helped… unless I could just ignore the real world completely.
If any of you want a lemon scene in the next chapter, let me know in the comments. But I'll only consider it if enough people ask for it. So yeah, there's a high chance I'll skip the lemon stuff and focus on the story if no one—or just a few—ask for it.