ROYD-366

My Shut-in Sister. To Me, She Was Just Air. Her Worn-out T-shirt, Which She'd Worn For Ages. Her Stretched-out Sweatpants. Tissues And A Smartphone Charging Cable Scattered On The Floor. Her Eyesight Was Bad, And She Was Bad At Talking To People. She Never Went Outside, So Of Course She Was A NEET, A So-called Loser Girl. We Were Siblings, After All. So I Wasn't Particularly Interested In Her. Brbr-Or So I Thought. That Day, I Opened The Door To My Sister's Room For A Small Errand. I Didn't Knock. I Never Did. What Unfolded Before Me Was A Shocking Sight. My Sister Was Desperately Biting Down On Her Shirt, Her Hips Raised. I Had Seen Something I Shouldn't Have Seen. My Mind Went Blank For A Moment. What Was Most Disturbing Was Her Face. My Sister, Who Usually Just Stared Blankly At Her Smartphone With Eyes Like A Dead Fish, Now Had An Expression That Seemed To Say She Was About To Go Somewhere Far Away, Yet At The Same Time Desperately Clinging On. BrbrMy Reason Crumbled With A Crash. BrAll The Boundaries Of Being A Brother, All At Once. BrBefore I Knew It, I Was In Her Room, On Top Of My Sister. I Pinned Down Her Struggling Arms And Pulled Her Trembling Body Close. I Didn't Even Know What I Was Doing. But I Couldn't Stop. BrbrAnd Then—my Sister's Body, Which I Thought Was Dried Up And Withered Like A Sardine, Was Incredibly Hot And Wet. I Moved My Hips Uncontrollably. So Deep, Without Even Realizing She Was Coming. BrbrPlease, I'mcoming Even Those Words Sounded Distant. Again And Again. Each Time I Penetrated Her, Her Fingers Gripped The Sheets. She Let Out A Voiceless Cry And Trembled Slightly Again. But I Still Couldn't Stop