What should I do right now? Who can tell me?

Should I shove my sister away and tell her it’s impossible between us? Or just give in, teach her that final step, and let us both soar together?

My mind’s a storm of question marks. But if this keeps up, the tender lips my sister offered me might start drooling. This breathable blue-and-white striped fabric won’t hold back my little brother’s tears—I’m terrified he’ll sob straight onto them, and that’s the last thing I want.

I really wish I could post on Tieba right now: *"My sister’s trying to seduce me—what do I do? URGENT, online waiting."* Let the internet gods save me. Though I bet every reply would just say, *"Step aside, I’ll handle it."*...

Just as my thoughts drifted to Tieba debates about who gets to "handle it," Xiao Ling lifted her head, eyes hazy and lost. She’d lost all reason. No—I had to say something.

"Xiao Ling! *100,000 Cold Jokes* just updated!" What the hell was I saying...

"Bro, what meme is that? Huh?" It worked. Her gaze cleared slightly. She seemed reachable again.

"Uh... I’ll tell a cold joke."

"Do you think *I’m* funny right now?"

"N-no! Not funny at all. Nothing my sister does is ever funny."

"So my jokes aren’t funny either?" What was she talking about? I couldn’t keep up. Why was she staring at my mouth like that?

"Ah? Well... yeah, uh—" I knew what she’d do next. And just like that, my voice vanished.

"No more dodging. Just stay quiet, will you? You’re never obedient." Our lips parted. Xiao Ling wiped a silvery thread from her chin, then licked my neck with her tongue while scolding me.

"Xiao Ling, you know we’re siblings!"

"Cousins. Not blood."

"Uh... I can’t give you happiness like this."

"You’ve given me three years of happiness already. Now *I’ll* give *you* happiness!"

Before I could react, my little brother burst into tears, soaking through my skirt. My sister meant it—she’d moved my little brother to tears. Through the thin fabric, I felt that warmth like hot tears welling up. I’m a strong person. I don’t cry easily. But something else was drooling... maybe I was just hungry...

"Hmm~ But we’re both girls now. We can’t be together."

"Do you still think I am?"

She found the right spot. My little brother jumped up, brushed against her lips like a playful greeting.

"Mmm~ You’ll meet a boy you truly love someday!" I deflected desperately. This couldn’t go further.

"Boys? Tch. After I find one I like, what then? Play *CrossFire* together? Or *League of Legends*?"

*Sister, you really paid attention to my streams all these years.* You grasped the *essence* of CF and LOL. I’m so responsible for how you turned out.

"You could play *DOTA*..." Where was my legendary streamer wit—the one that battled three thousand trolls? Why was I spouting nonsense to my sister?

"Are you mocking me, *Brother*? Mocking me has consequences~"

*Hssss—* A sharp pain shot through my chest. She’d bitten my nipple. Was this some kind of contract? She’d left a mark that wouldn’t fade for days.

"Heh heh... You know what, Brother? From the day you took me in, we stopped being just siblings. My heart races when I see you. I want to jump into your arms. Back then, I didn’t understand why. Last year, for my birthday, you worked odd jobs for a whole week just to take me and my classmates to a downtown KTV. Then you left alone. I felt... empty. I asked my friend what was wrong with me. She said I was in love—with my own brother..." Her eyes locked on mine. "So, Brother... what do *you* think?"

Her words made my fur stand on end. I blurted out instantly:

"Who’s that friend? Is it Xiaolou? Stay away from her! She’s corrupted you. No—I’ll talk to her at school myself!"

"You idiot! IDIOT!!!!!"

Xiao Ling whirled around, yanked the blanket over herself, and turned her back on me. The hunger in her eyes had vanished. *Phew.* Finally, I could sleep. I’d memorized every word she said, but I had no answer—and I knew exactly what’d happen if I did. Was I really an idiot? Heh. Clever me.

...

Night faded. Dawn crept in. The rising sun warmed my face—and the little piggy beside me.

"Xiao Ling, wake up! It’s 9 a.m.!" I chirped, wide awake. Last night hadn’t shaken me. The moment she turned away, I’d fallen asleep.

"Mmm... five more minutes..."

"Handsome people are up. Ugly ones are still snoozing!"

I pinched her cheek, charmed by her sleepy face. Fine, let her rest. I didn’t know how well *she’d* slept. I pulled back the blanket, ready to find clothes—then froze. My pajama top hung open, two pale mounds breathing freely. My skirt and panties were soaked with last night’s tears from my little brother. *Heh heh.* Sister, you’re still too young. You never breached Brother’s defenses. But these clothes needed washing. And where did Xiao Ling keep her panties? *Dear sister, it’s not that I won’t let you sleep... but if Miko sees me like this, she might laugh herself into a coma.*

"Xiao Ling~ Up we go! Or I’ll yank your blanket off!"

"Mmm... you’ll regret it."

*Little brat, threatening me?* Ignoring her morning grumpiness, I ripped the blanket away. There she was—a tiny, curled-up bundle of fury.

"Hua! Shu! YOU’RE DEAD!"

*Heh? What can you do, sister?* I watched her sit up, seething. I slipped on my slippers and bolted for the door.

"Come catch me! Catch me, and I’ll let you... *heh heh*~" I teased, grinning back at my adorable sister.

"Brother, you’re asking for the sky!!!"

She didn’t chase me. Instead, a sly smile curled her lips as she watched me head for the door.

*Oh crap!* The door was locked—from the inside. I’d forgotten *she’d* closed it last night. Only she had the key. And after what I’d just said to her... *Damn. Anyone got a time machine?*

"There’s a drawer in my desk. Planning to hide in it?" She’d seen right through me.

"Uh... Sister, I was just joking."

"Oh? Really? Then come here yourself." She smirked. Cold sweat trickled down my spine as I crept toward her.

"I’m here. Punish me however you want. I surrender!" I declared bravely.

"Your thing’s so hard this morning... What do we do? You have to help me deal with it." Her face flushed like sunrise. Beneath her skirt, my little brother was already waving good morning.

I stroked her head, then gave her the facts about Uncle Morning Wood: *"Just ignore it. It’ll calm down in half an hour. It’s fate’s choice."*

"I don’t believe you! You’re brushing me off!"

"Believe what you want! That’s just how it is!"

"Hmph! I’ll figure it out myself."

She tried pressing down my little brother’s enthusiasm with her tiny hands. Futile. He inherited my spirit—he’d never bow to tyranny. Her stubbornness would only backfire. I watched, smirking.

When force failed, she looked up at my teasing grin. Then she remembered: last night, after my little brother cried, he’d grown tired. Suddenly, she yanked me onto the bed and repeated last night’s actions. I nearly froze—had she self-taught overnight? In the end, only my panties were thoroughly soaked. Xiao Ling sighed, collapsing back onto the bed...

"Alright, no more lazing around. Get up. I don’t know where your spare clothes are. These are unwearable anyway."

She sat up slowly, head tilted in thought. Then she grinned, opened her wardrobe, dug through a corner full of panties, and rummaged through last night’s delivered boxes. After a long search, the outfit she pulled out left me speechless.

"Sister... is this really necessary?!"

"You said this morning you’d let me *heh heh*! Total liar!"

"You’re still... never mind. But this is too much!"

"Wear it or I’ll dress you myself!"

"I’d need your help anyway! These clothes are insane!"

Out of revenge, she picked a T-back panty from her drawer. Fine. But the lace bra was sheer as mist—what if the Harmonization Beam caught sight of me? And the white shirt, the short skirt... *Sister, where did you even learn this routine?*

"Of course~ Happy to serve my brother~"

I wriggled into the T-back myself. The feeling was... indescribable.

"SISTER! WHERE DID YOU GET THESE PANTIES?!" She’d always been so well-behaved. She’d never buy these. *It had to be Xiaolou!*

"My classmate picked them as my ‘victory lingerie’! I was gonna wear them for you... but they wouldn’t fit *you*. Luckily, Yating’s package had similar ones~"

*Yating, you really packed EVERYTHING without a shred of shame...*

The bra defeated me. I couldn’t hook it myself. Xiao Ling fastened it in seconds. The whole outfit looked... surprisingly good. I walked to the bathroom mirror and stared at the reflection.