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I thought I would be able to upload earlier, but I got busy the past few days so sorry for that.

Anyways, here you go!

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Chapter 3

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Why was this happening to me? This kind of sensations would be towards hot girls in college or hot young professors with really excellent body postures (wow that is very generalizing). But towards my sister? Fuck that!

As we were now pulling into a familiar Chinese fast-food restaurant parking lot, I made my way through the drive-through.

"I'm getting a bowl of broccoli beef with a side of rice, what about you?" I asked Hana.

"Broccoli beef?" She asked instead of answering me. There was a sign of disgust on her face.

"Yeah, it's healthy."

"That's disgusting. I have no idea how you can stand that, let alone you stand that. When you were younger all you ate was meat," she answered. "I'll just eat some of your rice; I'm not that hungry."

Smiling at her, I became more comfortable. This was the older-sister I was used to. Pulling up to the intercom, I ordered my meal as well as an extra side of rice. A few minutes later, I paid for the order and drove around the building and found a parking spot. I quickly dove into the bag to find my food and handed Hana the small container of rice and one of the utensil bags. After a dozen bites of the Chinese food, I started to become more comfortable being near her again. Regaining confidence, I spoke up.

"Look, Sis. I know you don't want to talk about what happened, but it has to come out eventually. It's just your little brother in the car with you. You can speak to me. I won't rush you, but take as much time as you need."

Hana had only taken a few bites of the rice and had already closed the container that now sat in one of the cup holders between us. She rolled down the passenger window and stared off, "I'm sorry Kiba, I wouldn't know where to start. I just feel so helpless; I don't want to do anything. It's too hard to explain. You wouldn't understand."

I was scooping up the last bite and shoving the food into my mouth as she trailed off. Little did she know, I did understand… at least I thought I did.

"Everyone feels like that, Hana, to some capacity. One time, I went an entire week laying in bed feigning illness. The truth was, I just didn't want to do anything. I was tired of the constant grind: the long tiring practices, the early morning classes, the bland cafeteria food. It just didn't interest me anymore."

As I went on, she continued to stare out the window at the cars driving by on the interstate.

"I was perfectly happy to lay there in my self-misery until Hinata realized what was going on and pulled me back. She would skip her evening classes, and we just hung out."

Hana wasn't aware that I had a roommate in college. A girl, too.

"Your roommate is a girl?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah, why?"

"Is that even allowed?"

"Unisex dorm," I said.

"Ah," her smirk disappeared as she went back to continuing with staring out the window. Did she think Hinata was my girlfriend? Yeah, of course, she would. But, no. After realizing we were on the verge of getting off topic, I spoke again.

"I know it's not the same thing, but I can relate, and I do understand."

She glanced at me and rolled her eyes. "It's not the same thing," she said nothing after this. Instead, she rolled up the window and stared forward, as if to signal that the conversation was over and she was ready to go. I picked up her leftover container of rice and my empty plate and stuffed them into the to-go bag. I fired the car back up and started pulling out of the parking lot.

"Sis, you just need someone to" I started, but was quickly interrupted.

"It's not the same thing!" Hana shouted, frightening me. I haven't heard her yell like that before. She never shouted in our loud discussions when we were young.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I said, flustered. Apparently, I misjudged things and made a critically wrong assessment. I silently scolded myself; this was a delicate subject and in my haste to come to conclusions, I upset her. Note to self; never solve a woman's problem, it will only make things worse, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help," realizing I kept rambling on, I put an end to it, "I'll shut up now."

I put the car into gear and made my way out of the parking lot. Mom called and explained where to meet the doctor, and we quickly found ourselves back on the highway. Shortly after putting the car into cruise control, I felt a soft hand rest on top of mine on the center console between the two seats. I smiled at Hana, briefly, before accepting her hand and returning my attention to the road. We traveled like this the remainder of the trip.

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The meeting with the doctor was mostly uneventful. As mom had mentioned the night before, she didn't ingest the majority of the pills and was fine. The blood tests confirmed this to be true, and the doctor handed us a list of suggested psychiatrists and rushed us out of his office. I was alarmed at his lack of compassion but was happy to get back on the road.

"You know that doctor of yours?" I said to her, still focusing on the road.

"What about him?"

"He's an asshole."

She chuckled for a moment, "Yeah. He is."

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We drove straight home, our fingers tightly knitted together the whole way there. Was she starting to open up? Possibly. As we pulled into the driveway, Hana said, "God, I don't want to talk to Mom. She's just going to bombard me with question after question. That's the last thing I want right now."

"Well, we can sneak through the back door if you like. I do it sometimes when I come home really late at night and don't want to wake anyone up. I'm kind of an expert at moving around silently," I explained.

"Okay," she almost whispered. I saw a familiar glint of joy in her facial expression. Whether it was real progression on her psyche or not, I took it as a sign of hope-a light at the end of the tunnel.

Trying to keep her mind occupied, I asked, "Do you mind giving me the bag?"

"Sure.." she responded, a hint of confusion in her voice.

I handed her the bag of leftover Chinese food and quickly exited the car and circled to the passenger door and opened her door before she had a chance to. I extended my hand to her, and she gracefully gave me the bag of leftovers. Giggling, she pulled herself out of the car.

I motioned for her to be quiet and to follow me. We silently made our way past the backyard gate and to the back porch. I tested the doorknob to see if it was locked. After discovering it was, I pulled out my key and carefully unlocked the deadbolt above the doorknob. Easing the doorknob, I eventually stepped into the kitchen. Leaving the door slightly cracked open for vision, Hana waited on the back porch while I eased my way towards the edge of the kitchen to peak into the living room for signs of life.

"Is that you, Kiba?" I heard my mom say from the living room.

"Uhh, yeah. We came in through the back because I, uh, forgot my key," I explained, hoping they would buy my story. There was a hidden key in the backyard for such occasions, so it wasn't completely unreasonable.

Behind me, I heard the back door close and Hana's laughter. "God, you're such a dumbass!" she said, still laughing at me. But this was a good sign again. She was laughing.

As we stood in front of the staircase preparing to go upstairs, mom asked, "Well, how did it go?"

"It went great. A clean bill of health. Sorry to be short with you, but I need to show Hana something upstairs, and it's pretty time sensitive," I explained, not even knowing what the fuck kind of words was coming out of my mouth. I grabbed Hana's hand and quickly ran upstairs with her following close behind.

"Wait!" I heard during the clutter of our footsteps. We ignored them and made our way into her room.

"What the hell was that all about?" She asked after we closed the door.

"Well, I figured you'd just want to have some privacy, so I made up an excuse. I don't have anything to show you," I explained.

She smiled, leaning into me and kissed my cheek, "Thank you, that was sweet."

I smiled back at her warmly, blushing and said, "Well, I'll leave you to your thoughts then."

As I reached for the doorknob, she grabbed my hand with some force, "No, stay with me. Please. Let's just watch some movies. Heck actually, let's look at some football live."

It was unusual for her to go out of her way to spend time with me. Our interactions were limited to little more than family meals and holidays since we were getting older and very busy with working and studying.

"Okay."

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Hana rushed to her get the TV remote. Afterwards, we climbed onto her queen sized bed as we had before, hand in hand. Turning on the TV, she flicked through the channels to find SkySports Football. It was a La Liga (Spanish Football League) match; FC Barcelona vs. UD Las Palmas.

"Barca's playing?" I said with lots of enthusiasm, "Great."

Hana laughed, "Score predictions?"

"5-0 at the very least. Watch, I bet Messi's going to score a hattrick. You?"

"I was thinking the same thing."

At this moment in time, I had a feeling we were getting somewhere. Once the game started we hoping that Barcelona was going to win. Who were we kidding? Of course, Barcelona was going to win. Hana and I prefer watching the Premier League since it's a more competitive league, but we are such massive Barca fans at heart. Nearing the end of the first half, the score was already at 2-0, Messi had scored once and assisted the second goal, as expected from the best player in the world. I wish I had the motivation to play football like Messi, but I didn't. But he is, in fact, Hana's crush. Sometimes I would say things about Messi that would make Hana cringe. Most cases she would smack me on the back of my head, depending on how negative on the things I say. Out of nowhere, mom cracked open the door and poked her head in. I instinctively freed my hand from Hana's. She shot a glare at me as if she was about to strike at me for letting go. There's nothing wrong with holding hands, why did I do that? I rhetorically asked myself. Holding hands was a common occurrence between us a few short years ago. I reprimanded my silliness and reached for her hand again. She accepted it gladly. This time, she held my hand tighter.

"Hey, can I come in?" our mother asked. Not waiting for an answer, she entered the room and quietly closed the door behind her, careful not to disturb our movie. Hana, with her free left hand, reached for the remote sitting left of her on the carpet floor and lowered the volume. My mother flipped the light switch on and turned to us.

"Sorry to disturb your football game, but can you explain what the doctor told you?" she asked.

Remembering Hana's disinterest in the current subject, I spoke up, "The doctor said she was fine but that she should drink plenty of water and take it easy the next few days. Don't worry about what happened; I made it clear that I won't allow it to happen again."

My mother smiled, and I noticed Hana's hand on mine gripping even tighter, "It feels so great to see you two spending time together like you used to. You used to be so close before. I hope you two can do this more often." She turned and flipped the light back off. The light fixture added a glare to the TV, so I was glad to see her turn the light back off. Then, she turned to us again and gave us another smile before leaving the room. Hana studied the remote briefly and brought the volume back up. It was half-time, which meant we had to wait 15 more minutes for the second-half to start. I

Instead of Hana laying her head onto the heap of pillows like before, she leaned over me and rested her head on my chest, her arms hugging my upper torso. I reached an arm around her shoulder and rubbed her arm over her blouse.

"You okay, sis?" I asked her with concern and care in my voice.

"You're the best little brother in the world," She said, her voice cracking, "Did you know that?"

I smiled, "No, I never knew."

"Well now you do," she embraced me tighter, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

We embraced each other like this for the remainder of the game. These thoughts of protectiveness ran through my mind. I began to try and study the back of her head as if to decipher some missing piece of the puzzle that I failed to catch due to my absence. Resolving that I only didn't know and it wasn't in her nature to open up to people, I again felt the feelings of arousal building within my groin. I focused on the woman in front of me that needed her little brother and tried to push these, thoughts to the back of my mind. That failed, however, because I couldn't help but feel the soft pressure of her breasts against my chest.

My left arm that was wrapped around her had slid down her arms and rested on her side, my fingers on top of her flat belly. Without even realizing it, my hand had made its way below her already rising blouse and was drawing small circles around her belly button. The game had ended before I even realized it was almost over, the final scoreline was 5-0.

"Hey, our predictions were right." I pointed out, but she didn't seem to care anymore. She was more fixated with me. As the commercials began to play, neither one of us made an effort to move from the bed. Time was seemingly still as I held Hana in my arms with her resting on my chest.

"Don't stop holding me," she said. I could hear the grogginess in her voice indicating she had likely fallen asleep resting on my chest. I didn't even realize I had stopped but quickly resumed where I left off. I leaned my cheek onto the top of her head and breathed in the smell of watermelon and mint. Spearmint, I now recognized. The strange feeling of lust inside me grew stronger, and I could feel the barriers in my mind flat-out failing on me. I couldn't help but glance down at the cleavage I was awarded from this angle. I could easily make out the sizable lumps of flesh within her black lace bra.

But the question was this… was she feeling the same way as I?

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WARNING! (slight lemon incoming)

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I dropped the facade of only holding her and began to make broad strokes with the palm of my hand from her exposed side to her flat belly. Her skin was so smooth. Feeling empowered, I began to make even wider strokes, my thumb grazing the bottom of her bra.

I felt her leg draped over mine. Looking down, I could see her skirt had started to fold in on itself, exposing half of her upper leg. Her pale skin looked so soft. My eyes drank in the sight before me: her prominent chest sitting under a thin blouse, her exposed belly and her long legs. She was undeniably sexy.

"We should watch a movie," I uttered.

I scooted back from my prone position and sat with my back to the pillows and headboard. My sudden movement caused her to shift slightly as well, her left hand now supporting her while she continued to lean into me. With my right hand, I gently brushed the exposed side of her face. She lifted her head and gazed into my eyes. I held her cheek and gently rubbed her with my thumb. She stared at me lovingly and leaned into my hand. With my other hand, I carefully positioned a small lock of dark hair behind her ear. As my finger slid across her skin, her eyes closed and a small, yet warm smile formed on her soft looking lips. I imagined it was the type of smile you would involuntarily make after waking up, fully rested, to the soft hum of your favorite music and the smell of your favorite food. The barriers in my mind were now completely stomped and battered. She was so naturally beautiful in such a carefree way; her simple movements exemplifying angel-like qualities. My heart skipped a beat as her beautiful brown eyes opened again and stared into mine.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips then pulled away, still only inches from her lips. She took a sharp intake of breath through her nose and stared at me longingly.

"More," was all she said. Immediately after, her hands found the back of my neck and she pulled herself towards me and straddled my lap. My hands slid down her back, resting on the now exposed skin of her lower back. All of my shyness feelings were now gone. I wanted her regardless of my conscious brain knowing that I shouldn't, but I wasn't going to make the first move. Gentle kisses notwithstanding. I looked up at her and waited.

I didn't have to wait long as moments later she turned her head and attacked my mouth. Her open mouth met with mine and I opened my mouth in response. Her soft lips lingered on mine for a long time before she probed my lips with her tongue, which I met it willingly with mine. She moaned as her tongue continued to invade my mouth. We fed on each other's mouths relentlessly, my hands massaging the flesh of her lower back. But I still couldn't believe this was happening. This was my older sister, and we were kissing and touching each other like we were begging for it for a long time. This was very wrong. My pulse was beating like African drums as I reached my hands under her skirt, which was now rolled up entirely to her waist. Which each hand, I gripped her ass and began to knead the soft flesh, pulling her closer to me.

We broke off the kiss, briefly, to catch our breaths.

"I finally feel so close to you," she said between quick breaths, quietly giggling. Finally?

I took this brief intermission to try to remedy the uncomfortable position my now throbbing erection was in. Without thinking, I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them to my knees and positioned my erection under the waistband of my boxers. It was now completely exposed, save for the few inches that were still under my boxers.

"I'm sorry, it was starting to hurt," I explained.

She stared directly at my cock, in awe and in slight shock. She licked her lips and whispered in a sultry voice, "Well, don't leave him hanging out there."

Now completely consumed by passion for my sister, I gripped her ass under her panties and started gliding her over my hard cock. Her skirt was now almost completely inverted so the only barrier between our two sexual organs was her thin layer of panties. Continuing to massage her firm ass cheek with one hand, I ran my other hand down her leg, sliding a finger down her crack. My finger found her rosebud and I drew circles around the edges. Hana moaned and soon I was no longer moving her with my hands as she was gliding up and down on her own. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands which were resting near my knees, and started rotating faster. In this position, her large breasts bounced alluringly on her chest as she continued to slide up and down my hard cock. My cock was now leaking pre-cum like a water faucet.

The room was filled with the sounds of her bed creaking wildly.

Unwillingly, I lifted my hands from her firm, round ass and grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it above her chest. Hana reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, freeing her breasts, before tossing it onto the floor. Her large, firm breasts now on full display, I could only briefly drink in how lovely they were before she leaned forward and once again attacked my mouth. She lightly ran her tongue across my teeth before meeting my tongue. She lured my tongue behind her lips and breathed air from my lungs. Behind her, she grabbed my hands and placed them back on her ass. She continued to slide up and down my cock and I could feel her juices running over my cock and dampening my boxers. She moaned loudly into my mouth as I once again began rimming her asshole with my middle finger. Feeling adventurous, I plunged the first inch or two of my finger into her backdoor.

Breaking our wet kiss, she pulled back abruptly. Again, I got a good look at her impressive chest. Her pink nipples and medium sized areolas were almost the same color as the surrounding skin.

"Oh, God! Baby brother, you're the best! You're gonna make me fucking come!" she nearly yelled, biting her bottom lip to try and muffle her voice. Her bedroom being upstairs and on the other side of the house, I was pretty concerned of mom hearing her; she was quite loud, "Oh! You're so good!"

With my finger still inside her, I leaned forward and grabbed a large handful of her left breast with my free hand and was amazed at how firm it was. I ran her small nipple between my thumb and index finger.

"Kiba! Please don't stop!" she again yelled. I started to become more concerned with her carelessness but was no less to blame as I immediately withdrew my other hand and grabbed her right breast and began tweaking both nipples at once. She started to pant heavily as well, "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

She gasped and shook from the sudden overload of pleasure and briefly stopped moving her hips. Feeling my impending orgasm, I immediately grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her too me. Her chest now at my eye level, with one hand still guiding her crotch over mine, I grabbed her shoulder with my free hand and guided her chest to my face. Her right nipple, now a shade of red from my light pinching, was inching towards my face and I eagerly began sucking on it. I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could and lapped at the nub with my tongue.

"Oh God! Fuck yes! That feels so good! Kiba, don't stop! Don't stop!" she moaned into my ear, "Don't you fucking dare stop!"

Our underwear was now soaked in our fluids as she continued to glide her pussy over my hard cock.

"Sis, I'm gonna cum!" I groaned.

"Cum all over me!" She begs into my ear, feeling her tongue licking it as well. The sensation of her spongy mound in my mouth and her loud moans of pleasure triggered my orgasm and I gripped her ass hard, surely leaving bruises, and pulled out as my cock began to shudder and shoot wave after wave of semen all over her stomach and chest. She used her hands to gather all my warm semen on her stomach and take it all in her mouth.

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"Wow," she said to know one in particular, "That was incredible. Your cum is electrifying! And your cock, it's a machine!"

She collapsed onto me. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she panted heavily from our incestuous bout of grinding. After catching her breath, she pulled back up and leaned in again to kiss me when we heard.

"Kids! Dinner's ready!"

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There you guys have it for now! Let me know what you all thought.

If you found the lemon to be disturbing, I apologize.

Have a great day/night.