Chapter 146 – [Afterword] After Returning From the Trip (4) [220714]

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“Haaaaa…”
“After… After…”

How long has it been since you came back from your trip to Japan?
I was having sex with my brother every day.
At least 6 or 7 times a day… My younger brother had sex to the point where I was worried about his health, as if what he really endured had exploded, and I too… To my shame, I couldn’t stop such a younger brother at all, and the sweet and fishy smell filled the room with each other. I didn’t care and had sex every day, and I had sex again.
After taking a shower in the morning, have sex in the shower, come back to bed, have sex, kiss while resting tired of sex, touch each other, and have sex again.
Even though I thought that this shouldn’t be the case, I continued to cling to my younger brother as if the reason I had been holding on to was ruined, and my younger brother wanted me every day as if he had no intention of putting up with it.

The inside of the house was becoming more and more messy as the days went by, and bags full of garbage were piled up one by one in the living room.
In the living room, there is a garbage bag full of plastic disposables that contained food bought from a convenience store or roughly ordered, laundry, and bed sheets that have never been like this before…
When I was going to clean, my younger brother would hug me from behind and try to have sex. .
In the living room, in my brother’s room, in the bathroom… I saw condoms everywhere I went… I didn’t keep time to throw out the trash, so the trash can was always full of toilet paper and condoms.

The messiest thing was around the bed in my brother’s room where he and I sleep together.
Next to the bed, the underwear I wore when I went out for a short while to stop by the convenience store is scattered around, several empty boxes full of condoms are rolling around, and there are many condoms filled with semen in the trash can, as well as toilet paper, wet wipes, towels, and strange things. Even a futon full of smell.
The bed, where the smell wouldn’t go away even with ventilation, was already made for sex rather than sleep.
If I keep doing this, even if I do the real cleaning, I think someone will find out that I had sex here the moment they come, and I think that this is really dangerous.

I can’t do this… I can’t do that… I should say no, at least it’s over for today…
Let’s talk once it’s done, let’s talk after sex, let’s talk tomorrow.

It wasn’t just the house that was a mess.
My sister’s skin and mine are full of marks from kissing each other’s skin and fingernail marks.
Even if they wore shirts, the full traces were not covered even when they were wearing shirts, and when they went to the convenience store together and bought another box of condoms, the eyes of part-timers and people around them felt stinging. I did it.
I only came out to buy condoms and something to eat, but when I feel the humiliation of shouting out loud to the people around me that we had sex like crazy, and we will do it again, I thought that I really should just do today and ask for a break, but more than that Pushing hard… The anticipation that we would have sex again when we got home overcame my shame and kept me from saying anything. In the end, I would lie in bed again and make a lot of noises with my brother.

If I go out for a while and buy condoms, I take off my clothes at the front door and have sex again… When I run out of condoms, I go out to buy them again…
Obviously, even a beast in heat wouldn’t have sex like this.
However, since my younger brother wants to do this, I can’t help it, so accept it until I’m satisfied, and then ask for a break… Then, I thought it would be.
But, when will you be satisfied?
My brother and I… When can I be satisfied?
If you’re satisfied, you want to do more, you want to do more, you want to feel better, you want to leave more traces of having sex with me… Is there any satisfaction?
I didn’t touch the dishes that I cooked for my younger brother so often, and my younger sister didn’t want me to touch the cooking either.
At most, all I did was rinse the disposable tableware to be collected separately in water once, and then my brother went to the convenience store to throw away the trash and come back to me.
Throw away the trash and it will come back… It’s really the first time I’ve lived this lazy… I thought it shouldn’t be like this, but when my younger brother dragged me to the bed while cleaning, I was dragged along…
Fortunately, the laundry didn’t pile up like that.
My brother was the only one who went out wearing clothes, even for a short while, and I didn’t even wash clothes because I didn’t wear them.
So that I could have sex anytime, so that my sister could feel good with my body whenever she wanted… Except for times when she went to the convenience store by herself or with me, I was always wearing nothing in front of my brother.
Every time I went to the convenience store, there was a little pile of clothes I took off, but at most it was four or five… I delayed washing several times.

Even though I thought I shouldn’t be like this, I gradually fell in love with the house that smelled like my brother, so I was filled with bad thoughts about whether I should clean it… And my brother kept tempting me to come next to him during cleaning time.
I gave in to temptation several times and climbed on top of my brother and shook my waist, or was crushed under him who shook my waist… The room and bed, which were already full of strong smell, were filled with each other’s smell.
Time really passed quickly as if it was melting, and my brother and I engraved each other so clearly… So clearly that we would never forget each other, and at some point it became rather awkward that we weren’t connected.

“Gulp, gulp, gulp…”
“Whoah…Haha…”

Next to the bed where unused condoms are placed, there are always condoms and tumblers that I used to exercise.
Drink when you’re thirsty during sex, drink when you’re a little hungry, and drink again when your mouth feels sticky after sex.
It was for exercise, but it turned into something for sex… Now I think there will be less use for its original purpose.

We kiss each other while drinking water, and have sex again while sticking to the sweaty skin.
Even if I use a condom and put it in without using it once or twice, he doesn’t say anything, just hugs me asking for more.
I really have to tell you to stop now…

We were never apart for more than 10 minutes a day, and even if we weren’t having sex, we were always entangled somewhere in each other’s bodies.
Whether it was my hands, my tongue, or my legs, somehow we clung to each other, feeling each other in a daze, feeling pleasure every day.
It was only when I couldn’t immediately remember how many days had passed that I was able to tell my brother to stop.

“You can’t do this… If you keep having sex… Seriously…”
“My sister makes me want to do it all the time…”
“I… Didn’t… Do anything… Haah … Yeah … 읏, huh, huh… !”

However, my younger brother didn’t even pretend to listen to me, and instead just teased me about my body, which was honestly asking for more than what I was saying.
Slowly, slowly, as if to show off and to feel the clinging pussy every time he slowly pulled it out.
Then I lost again, so I had sex with my brother all day as if melting time.

“A few days… Right?”

Two weeks went by in an instant, and I was in a sense of crisis that it really couldn’t go on like this, and I spent the entire morning cleaning the house.
And, as soon as evening came, it was almost restored to its original condition… The house is again full of condoms, tissues, and traces of sex.

“Hey dear… Let me go… I have to clean, wash the dishes…”
“There’s nothing to wash the dishes.”

Daily life, cleaning, cooking, exercising, daily life…
It became a mess in an instant, and the hedonistic day after day of being buried under my younger brother continued.
When you wake up in the morning, sex instead of cleaning, sex while showering, sex instead of preparing breakfast, sex while hugging each other and eating a rough meal, really having sex, kissing, having sex, having sex, having sex, except when going to the bathroom…

“Exercise, I need to exercise…”
“You do it every day.”
“Sex is not exercise, it’s not… Huh, huh… Huh… Seriously, it’s cheaper now just once, no more…”

Thinking it was only this time, I climbed on top of my younger brother who was lying down and shook my waist in his favorite position.
Since this is the last time today, I have to satisfy him properly, so I thought that my younger brother would react the most, be cheap, and be very excited.
While squatting with her legs apart, she stretched her arms above her head and crossed them so that both hands grabbed the opposite shoulder from behind… Her chest and face excited by her younger brother, even her armpits a little embarrassed. ..It was a posture that allowed me to reveal everything I was feeling.

Even though I tell my younger brother for granted that sex is not exercise… Somehow, thinking that this posture is like exercising, as if doing a deep squat… Move your legs and shake your whole body up and down, and move your waist. Every time I turned it back and forth and left and right to stir the inner part, my whole body became hot and sweaty as if I was doing an intense exercise.

But sex felt too good to be considered exercise, so I thought it wasn’t exercise at all… And in reality sex wasn’t exercise.
But since my younger sister had sex, when she asked to count it as an exercise, she wanted to do it anyway, and she wondered if that would be the case.
Really, it was so hard to get all of her heart.