Cream Dream: Brother & Sister - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

That evening, things became pretty awkward between and my little brother, to say the least.

Umm… 

What happened back at the library had happened. 

It was, unfortunate, but what was done was just that and I largely preferred not to dwindle on it too much. There was no point in doing so. 

The bottom line was that what happened was categorically wrong.

It was.

Yet… I enjoyed it a lot more than I should have been. It was so wrong. God…   

Alone in my room, I pondered on how my nineteen-year-old brother managed to make me feel, even with the least he did. He… Make me come. My little brother gave me the best orgasm I had since…

〜 Ugh-ugh!〜

I cleared my throat.

I stopped thinking about this as much and quit focusing on the freaking remarkable he gave me earlier that day.

The only issue was that he left me with something I couldn’t exactly hide…

Two large tits.

My breasts were already quite big, but thanks to him, they were enormous now. 

This shouldn’t be like that.

What I meant by that was that this happened before and every time, my breasts would turn back to their original size, almost like it had all been a dreamy fantasy. Today was not the case. Today, my breasts stayed the same enlarged size, which brought a sense of urgency and panic to me, and to how the rest of the evening would be spent…

They wouldn’t go back to normal, which was alarming and strange.

Why has he done to me?  

This very question didn’t make any sense, since I completely knew that my little brother hadn’t done anything to me. It was not like he had caused this to happen in the first place—yet, he was only very much responsible for this indirectly… 

I desperately attempted to think about something else and relax until I found the courage to stand up and walk toward the door of my room, which had been shut for quite some time while I was changing into something a lot looser, lighter, and more comfortable. In his case, it was a white tank top and lilac violet shorts. Yet, I was still wearing my heels inside the house because I felt more comfortable that way. 

I went up to the door and opened it and when I did, my little brother was right there on the other side, much to my surprise!

Was he waiting for me at the door this entire time?

What was he trying to do?”

“Little brother?”

“Big sister.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m still…”

“You’re still what?” I cocked my head, confused by his strange behavior.

“I’m…”

“What’s wrong, little brother?

“Um…” 

Something was right. He looked like he was struggling to tell me something… I should probably let him inside…

“Come, little brother. Please come inside.”

He accepted and he stepped inside my room. Feeling like he had something important to tell me, I shut the door behind him, so we could be a little more private during our conversation. He sat on the edge of my bed and I stood before him. 

“So, what’s wrong?” I asked him again. This time, a little more calmly. 

…

“I’m still… Hard…”

What?

Yes…

Even, though, it was quite obvious, he needed to tell me for me to notice it. 

Oh, no! 

This is bad! 

“What do you mean?” I pretended not to understand what he meant by that.  

“You know? Like earlier at the library…”

Then, it was only a second after that I first noticed a large bulge building up where his crotch was.

Oh, no! I won’t be able to avoid staring at it now… 

Before I knew it, my body began moving by itself and the next thing I knew, I was twerking right in front of him.

This was wrong, and I completely understood it, yet, I couldn’t control myself and stop myself from doing something as lewd as this.

How could he be this hard again? I mean, he was erect once earlier that day, and as far as I was aware, his balls had been emptied, so there was no reason for this. Yet, again, there was no reason for me to twerk right in front of him either.  

I had to stop.

I should stop doing this, yet, I couldn’t.

What’s worst is that I even felt like milking my engorged tits while twerking for him. 

Something I knew was entirely wrong, but I couldn’t help it, since my now heavy breasts were desperately aching to come out of my top and to be milked. So much milk had to come out of my boobs—so much of it.      

“Big sister? What are you doing?”

I couldn’t blame him for asking me this question after seeing my standing before him and twerking the way I did. Heck! I was still twerking as we spoke.

“N—nothing… Don’t worry… I know it might seem strange but…” 

“But what?”

“I just felt like dancing, that’s all…”

“That’s dancing?” 

“Well, I don’t mind, big sister!” His excitement was pure and admirable. I knew the logical thing to do at that moment was to ask him to come out of my room, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so because the truth was that I didn’t want him to leave. I was so ashamed that this was how I felt.

So ashamed… 

“Little brother…” 

“Big sister, you need to help me like you did earlier today back at the library! Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mommy anything, you can trust me!” He insisted, and that was the one final thing that broke me in the end.       

“Are you… Sure?” 

“Yes! Please, big sister! I beg of you!”

I let out a deep sigh.

“Alright… How do you want it this time? The same as last time, huh?” 

“No. Not this time,” his voice suddenly became a lot more serious.

“Okay… What do you have in mind this time?” I asked him, not exactly certain what to expect from him at this point.

“...”

His eyes locked down on my breasts.