9. Open Up, Onii-Chan

Even after it seemed they left, I kept my door closed, just to be sure not to arouse any suspicions. I did what I usually do, and prepare for the upcoming tests while I still have no homework to take care of. There are many subjects I can choose from, but I chose history, wanting to enjoy a bit of a lighter course less riddled with logistics. I fixed my desk up a bit and sat down. Pen and pencil to my left, eraser to the right. The book lying near the wall and my notepad in front. I switched between the two during studying to remember the contents better. And closely reread the lines, trying to get the information as well as I could into my head.

I was so focused at this point, I couldn't hear the doorknocks, which suddenly turned into loud bonks.

"Open up!" My sister shouted.

Although I did it as a front at first, having my concentration be broken like this is somewhat annoying. But I supressed those thoughts, thinking that my sister might feel shaken up. It would be unfair to ask for the prioritization of my work.

I opened the door as she bursts in. Loosing her foorting, she tripped and pushed me down. I hastily grabbed her to soften the impact and struck my head against the floor. Ouch.

I looked to see if she was okay, but she seemed to already be nestling herself quite comfortably in my arms. I sighed loudly.

"So, what's up?" I inquired nonchalantly. But she only grinned back as an answer, and snuggled herself even closer. She started smelling my clothes as she cuddled up.

"You're so mean... Why didn't you come?"

I looked closely at her expression as she pouted. She could not help but show a faint little grin in the corners of her mouth, with her face slowly becoming redder.

"You smell nice, onii-chan." She said with a light, fluttery tone as she started nuzzling me.

It was clear that she was already in the mood again. Nonetheless I still had a lingering paranoid feeling.

Are we being set up? Could this be a plot somehow? Have our parents really left?"

As I struggled with this, her lips came closer to mine before I had even noticed. With a mile she softly kissed me. inching closer ever so slightly. She touched my face and gently pushed it upwards with her fingertips. I forgot what I was even doing before this happened, only being able to focus on the wetness of her lips and the caresses she teasingly give me.

I didn't even try to refuse her advances anymore, feeling the need to indulge as much as possible in this situation.