Touka Kirishima's younger brother, Ayato Kirishima, seemed to be one of the "hottest" ghouls around. He was never single, and every female ghoul her age that she knew wanted to get close to her little brother. The first time she found him with a girl, she was angry. She kicked her out of their house. The second time, she was too embarrassed to act. The third, fourth, fifth times, she simply could not keep bothering about it. Sometimes, he would return home and go directly to his bedroom, intoxicated. She was only aware about his deeds because she had overheard him talking to his pals the following day. She had never been drunk, but not because of some strong virtuous standard. It was simply because she had not look for or been given the opportunity.
One night, however, Ayato returned home with another female ghoul and the both of them proceeded directly to his bedroom, stinking of alcohol as they passed Touka. He knew that she would not stop him anymore.
Touka was viewing television while she heard the hammering and groaning from Ayato's room upstairs for nearly thirty minutes. She began to get turned on by their sounds of lovemaking, though she had to shut off thoughts of her younger brother and whatever freaky woman was upstairs with him. Soon, her pants were unzipped and she was pleasuring herself.
When she heard the female ghoul leave, Touka began twirling her button as she decided to go to her room to get the silicon dildo concealed in her sock drawer. However, the female ghoul suddenly came back into the house. Touka hurriedly pulled her shirt over her crotch just before the female ghoul descended back down into the room where Touka was watching television and placed a bag on the bookshelf next to the stairs, telling Touka to make sure her younger brother received it, and walked out. Curious, she zipped up her pants and moved over to check out the contents of the bag. There was a bottle of strawberry wine in it, unopened.
Touka was a little astonished to find herself being so badly curious to know what it was like to get drunk. After pondering it over a little time, she supposed that Ayato would not notice if she sneaked the empty bottle into his bedroom after she drank it, so she did. It tasted like hell, but she drank about a quarter of it. The sensation was not what she expected, but was certainly pleasant. So, pleasantly drunk, she decided to head to bed with her dildo to keep her company, but was aware enough to recall that she had to keep the remainder of the bottle in her younger brother's bedroom.
Touka proceeded upstairs and silently pushed the door of his bedroom open. She peeped in and found him lying nude above his covers with his manhood facing toward her, illuminated by the light from the hallway. She attempted not to stare as she slipped in and placed the bottle at the foot of his bed. As she was going out, looking to make sure he did not catch her, she saw a glistening at the head of his pole. Though it bothered her deeply, she could not turn her eyes away. She sensed her womanhood convulse and a hotness fill her crotch as she pictured that female riding him up and down.
Touka gazed longer than she should have and was able to perceive Ayato's head, shaft, and his coarse pubic hair. Jumbled in amongst it all was a glistening fluid that appeared to steadily ooze from the slit at the tip of his manhood. The image of a well-lubricated girl bouncing up and down her younger brother's pole and him spraying a load into the girl filled Touka's mind.
In Touka's clouded, miscreant thought processes, she failed to notice his vacuum cleaner on the floor and stumbled over it, falling onto the edge of his bed, quite forcefully pushing one of his legs to the floor.
To be continued...
