“But, but, Sister is hanging on me!”
“Isn’t it normal for siblings? Baby, I’ll tell you a secret: when Xia Yinuo is asleep, she can’t be woken up. If she usually bullies you, now is the perfect chance!”
“Ah!”
I was startled by Mom’s words. Mom actually trusts me this much, letting me bully Sister while she’s sound asleep. Does this mean I can do anything to Sister?
“You two go play in the room! Don’t bother me while I’m cooking.”
Hu Lan’er said, pushing Chirp back into the room, closing the door behind her with a strange smile on her face.
Like this, I lay Sister down on the bed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me from front to back, so I had no choice but to let her hold me. Sister’s body was much lighter than it looked, barely feeling like any weight at all.
I leaned against the wall, my legs sitting on the bed in a way that made me look like a duck. My left hand held Sister’s legs, while my right hand wrapped around her back.
Though we are siblings, putting aside the familial bond, holding a super cute girl in my arms, the soft and smooth skin touching mine, made it hard for me to think of her only as my sister.
Did Mom mean to suggest that I could do anything a boy could do? No, no, what am I thinking! Am I even human anymore? Chirp, she’s your sister!
Mom only said to bully Sister, not to do anything so despicable.
I could only stare at Sister’s beautiful face while she slept. She was deeply asleep, unaware that I was holding her. Her crescent-shaped eyes were narrowed to a line, looking like she was smiling. Her thin lips looked plump and juicy, incredibly tempting. I wondered what they tasted like.
I think we were in a princess carry, but I was sitting on the bed, holding her. My left arm supported half of her body, feeling the soft and silky skin of her thighs.
Sister’s upper body was pressed against my chest, her arms tightly wrapped around me. I could feel the soft, bouncy sensation of her breasts against me.
I could sit still and only look at Sister’s beautiful face, but every time I blinked or adjusted my position, my peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the snow-white skin below at a 45-degree angle. It was a visual, tactile, and olfactory overload, incredibly stimulating.
If it were another girl, I might be very excited. But facing Sister, I thought I would feel a hint of guilt. Instead, I felt an inexplicable excitement. I could feel my blood rushing, and a voice in my head was saying, ‘GKDGKD.’
Looking at Sister, I felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement. My cheeks were burning hot.
Sister’s skin was unnaturally white, probably whiter than pure milk. It felt incredibly smooth, like it had natural lubricant. Her body was soft and comfortable to hold.
‘I can’t take it anymore… I… I can’t hold back.’ The area where I touched Sister was unbearably hot. Sister, I’m sorry! You’re just too beautiful. Whatever I do to you, don’t blame me, blame Mom.
I gently lifted Sister and placed her in a chair. She showed no signs of waking up. I quickly grabbed a rope from the desk, wrapping it around her neck, under her arms, and across her chest, securing her to the chair.
Maybe the binding was too tight, as Sister’s breasts were pushed out, exposing most of them.
To prevent Sister from waking up and disturbing me, I put an eye mask over her eyes, so even if she woke up, she couldn’t see me.
After finishing, I lay back down on the bed and fell asleep quickly. Without Sister’s interruption, I soon drifted back into dreams. I had a dream.
In the dream, Sister broke free from the ropes, smiling as she approached me. She picked me up and placed me in a chair, binding me to it with the same method, and covering my eyes with the mask. Unlike before, I saw Sister take handcuffs from the cabinet and secure my hands to the chair arms.
Of course, it’s just a dream! Sister is taking revenge on me. I wasn’t scared because I knew it was just a dream. What bothered me was that even in my dreams, Sister was still thinking of ways to bully me.
‘Chirp, you just now wanted to… don’t lie to me!’
My vision went black, and I couldn’t see Sister. But I knew she was right in front of me. Her voice was so real that I almost believed it was Sister in the dream.
Sister’s breath brushed against my cheeks, warm and gentle. In dreams, if I let it go, it would end soon. Dreams are short and don’t last in one phase.
I pretended not to hear or feel anything, closing my eyes and leaning back in the chair.
Suddenly, the voice and Sister’s presence disappeared.
‘It must be a dream, but why haven’t the things binding me disappeared?’ I pulled my hands back, feeling a sharp pain as the handcuffs dug into my wrists. The handcuffs were cold, just like real ones, and the chair felt rough with the texture of wood. Even the pain felt real. Why haven’t the chair and handcuffs disappeared? Just as I was wondering, I heard soft footsteps approaching.
A cold hand touched my calf. In the darkness, I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know if I was in my room or in the wilderness. Feeling a hand move across my skin when I can’t see anything is terrifying. I started to doubt if the hand belonged to a human.
Thinking it might not be human, my body shook. The hand seemed to sense my fear and quickly withdrew.
‘Chirp, it’s me!’
Sister’s voice from the dream was still soft, and though I couldn’t see her face, I imagined her smiling, and I relaxed. Sister wouldn’t hurt me; I thought it was something scary.
I didn’t want to speak, but the environment forced me to: ‘Sister, why are you tying me up?’
‘Because… let’s play a game, okay?’
Sister’s playful voice echoed as I felt her come behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her head nuzzling my face.
‘Wh, what kind of game?’ I asked weakly. An image flashed in my mind: a beautiful girl in a police uniform, wielding a whip, standing over someone who looked like a masochist.
‘Sister… I, I’m scared.’ I thought about kneeling down and being whipped, and I felt uncomfortable all over. I didn’t know what kind of existence Sister was in the dream, what if she was a dominant type?!
‘Don’t worry! I’ll just draw a cute little turtle on you, and then I’ll let you go.’
‘Turtle? No, no.’ I shook my head, refusing Sister’s suggestion. Sister in the dream was definitely acting strange.
‘It’s just a dream! Satisfying Sister’s curiosity is a duty for a younger brother!’