Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

If only...

How about letting me become an adult through your hands?

It's a pity that I couldn't move my hand any further. But even this level was enough to make me tremble.

It turned out to be like this...

The woman in the material would be in that strange state. I gradually understood.

Trembling, restrained.

I can feel the baby's canteen congestion and the reaction.

This means...wanting more.

Ok.

That's why I wrapped my legs around my brother-in-law's hands.

That was shameless and despicable. It was a rotten thing to hide in one's heart, thinking that no one would know.

But no.

why?

The temperature of my brother-in-law's left hand was abnormal. It was like he had been holding something with sufficient heat for a long time. Moreover, that hand had obviously never touched me. At most, I just asked that hand to hug me or touch my face.

"Suck it."

I put my brother-in-law's hand to my lips. I didn't know what the smell was, but it was definitely not the weather or the quilt.

A bit greasy.

Some smell of sweat.

I have something itchy on my chin, very light... you can't even notice it if you don't look closely. It's hair.

"..."

Instantly, my body tensed.

It all became clear at once.

All of a sudden it all connected.

Why did my brother-in-law suddenly force me to change into appropriate clothes and make up so many excuses? If my brother-in-law really wanted me to protect myself better, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to explain so much. He would have asked directly. He would have explained after I asked.

When my brother-in-law takes a second look at me in a workout outfit that flatters my figure, it's not just because the outfit is provocative... it's because he's awake. He sees all the shit I do.

"..."

I sat on the floor next to the table, hugging my knees.

Brother-in-law, when will he show up? It's getting dark.

I'm not afraid.

Because I know very well that my brother-in-law will never abandon me.

The temperature seemed to drop again. I hunched my shoulders and hugged my knees.

Sitting cross-legged at this angle... your safety pants will be visible. What if you don't have safety pants?

Stockings.

I know my brother-in-law likes that kind of stuff. I'm not stupid, why my sister would change into different styles of pantyhose every day... I understand now.

can not stop.

Ever since I confirmed that my brother-in-law was awake, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

What does my brother-in-law think?

How does my brother-in-law feel?

What is my brother-in-law going to do to me?

Scold? Despise? Persuade?

Or...accept it?

Maybe my brother-in-law is lonely? My sister said that my brother-in-law is very lustful, maybe... he is also interested in me?

It was just that he couldn't speak up. He couldn't speak up to his sister-in-law, even if she was so rotten... he couldn't speak up.

"..."

The wind blew my hair in front of my eyes.

I finally saw a figure crawling out of the pit, carrying a flesh-colored object. It was the monster I hated.

"Brother-in-law encountered something dangerous?"

"Not really. To this extent."

"..."

There is a feeling that is hard to extricate oneself from.

Maybe it's an excuse.

Anyway, I suddenly understood my sister's feelings. Why did she want her brother-in-law to stay in the supermarket without doing anything? I was the same.

Ok.

Or is it just an excuse?

I thought, if that kind of thing would be very happy, why wouldn't I do it?

I can.

I do.

I'm already a rotten thing, I don't care if it gets worse. My brother-in-law already knows about it, even if he doesn't say anything... he can't treat me as his sister anymore. He will definitely think about my body, maybe restrain himself or keep silent.

I have to leave here tomorrow. Where should I go? Will I be able to leave this dream faster by following a path that my brother-in-law knows but I didn't ask and I don't know?

"I still think this meat is a bit disgusting. Brother-in-law, please eat more if you can."

Actually, I’m not that pretentious.

I am just gradually experiencing the various feelings my sister has towards her brother-in-law, which I once could not understand.

Why do you care so much about your brother-in-law?

She was so kind as to tidy up her brother-in-law's clothes and smooth out the wrinkles.

Why did I keep looking at my brother-in-law even though I was so hungry? I was eating with big mouthfuls of food, which made me feel strange.

And why did he always complain to me, who was still a child at that time, that my brother-in-law didn't understand women's hearts at all?

I understand now. I thought the same thing.

I don’t care whether the environment is good or bad. As long as we sleep together and are close to each other, it’s fine. If you are willing to touch me… I will definitely be so happy that I can’t help myself.

If you accept me, I will cry.

Eat more. These are all my brother-in-law's achievements. I can't do anything useful. There is nothing that consumes much energy.

12 month 3 day.

early morning.

"..."

After my brother-in-law fell asleep, I tiptoed out to the room where clothes were piled to find a suitable one.

No.

I went to the damp basement floor to find a better one.

Actually, I am very inferior, right?

Otherwise, I wouldn't have only thought about the underwear that my sister asked me to choose. How would my sister feel when she put it on? Would she feel ashamed because the baby cafeteria exposed too much and was too provocative?

This kind of shorts looks like it covers a lot. But in fact, the important parts are hazy and semi-transparent. The lace decoration around the edges is completely see-through. After it is pulled up to the waist, I feel like there is air leaking when I walk.

I turned on the flashlight.

I looked in the mirror and braided my hair bit by bit. My hands were shaking.

I saw my cheeks flushed in the mirror. I had never been dressed so obscenely before. I didn't have the habit of changing clothes for anyone.

"Sister... I'm not bad either."

"My figure and appearance..."

"Am I... the same as you were when you were 18?"

My brother-in-law is not a good person.

I later thought about it and realized that my sister had been coerced to a certain extent in the beginning. And I actually hoped that I would experience the same thing as my sister.

"It's already... impossible for her to be my sister anymore."

Right?

So I have to go and I have to do it.

Letting my thoughts ferment, thinking about the bad results, thinking about how we will drift apart after I get out... I can't stand it.

My legs are still shaking.

The cool touch of black stockings and the soft feedback of high heels.

pat pat pat.

Better take off your high heels. I can't stand that noise, at least not now.

"Brother-in-law, you have feelings for me."

"He wants that, too."

"Ah."

"He's interested in me, just respond to that interest... don't think about anything else."

"..."

Gradually, I calmed down. Calmer than I thought, I pushed open my brother-in-law's half-closed door. There was no moon, and the flashlight was off. Naturally, I couldn't see anything clearly.

I can only reach out and touch it.

My brother-in-law's body is completely different from mine, he is very strong. Because he doesn't have a razor, he has a lot of beard.

Can you see it?

Do I look... obscene now?

You know how to unfasten it, right? Front button, just press it and it will open.

Will you see it?

There are no safety pants anymore. Only shorts so thin that they can't even be considered a line of defense.

Black stockings... I can wear them too. Maybe not as good as my sister, but I'm definitely not bad. My bestie always says that my legs are just right.

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have chosen to run every morning.

My skin is not as white as my sister's. At least my wrists and calves are not that white.

Awake, but silent.

Do you want me to take the initiative?

It doesn't matter. I know my brother-in-law has many things to consider, about me, about my sister, about other wives. And all I have to consider is...

"Wow..."

Like this, kneel on the mattress with one leg. Let you know that I am about to start.

Still no response.

That is tacit consent.

Then I lifted my other leg up, and this time I wanted to sit on my brother-in-law's stomach. Of course, even if I was light, I would still weigh about 100 pounds, and my stomach would definitely feel uncomfortable if I really sat on it.

So I put the weight on my legs. The drum just needs to be just barely touching and felt.