1 Banging my sister (R-18)

"You are dead." The drumming voice echoed through my ears as I saw the ball of light standing before me, unsure whether it was The God or The Devil. Either way, it seemed like this place sounded like the afterlife.

We faced each other in the void. Because The God took the form of a ball of light, I couldn't see his expression or judge what he wanted from me.

"So, what's next?" I asked.

"You have three choices. The first choice: you will hand over your soul to me and believe in God. Then the gate of heaven will open for you. Or you can choose the second choice and hand over all of your karma, whether it is good or bad. You will be given a chance at reincarnation. Or choose the third choice: you will go to hell." The ball of light explained with a diplomatic tone mixed with a hint of threat in his voice. I could clearly see the blatant threat too. If I refused the first and second choices, I would be thrown into hell.

Is he really God?

"I choose the second choice." With no other option, I could only opt for the second choice. Compared to handing over my soul to the mercy of others or believing in their mercy like a sheep, I preferred to pave my own path. Reincarnation was the only choice.

"Good then. I like you for not wasting my time with too many questions." The ball of light spoke menacingly. Probably, many people had asked too many questions, which made him hate it, to the point that he remembered it and talked about it with me.

I thought so.

Then, with a bang, the roulette appeared in front of us.

"For that, I will give you the choice to choose your world based on your luck rather than being chosen by my own whim."

With that, the roulette began to show the worlds of Game of Thrones, Guilty Crown, COTE, Fate, Code Geass, and Akame ga Kill. I was given a choice of six worlds based on my luck and where my luck would head toward in that world.

Without wasting time or pointless talk with God, I rolled the roulette. It landed between Game of Thrones, Guilty Crown, and COTE. When it landed on COTE, I sighed in relief. I had no need to go to a dark world like GOT or Guilty Crown. Moreover, the danger in COTE was not as much, as long as I didn't go to the White Room or provoke someone I shouldn't, everything would be easy.

"Well, it's boring." The God yawned when he saw that the world was easy and had no challenge for me. I thought so based on his yawning and words.

Then his light seemed to brighten as if he was thinking of something.

"Yeah, lad, enjoy your next life. I hope you don't die, hahaha." The twisted laughter of God echoed through the void as he lifted up my soul and threw me into the black hole.

...

"Fufufu... You're hard at your own sister's body, brother," she chuckled as Arisu continued to grind her creamy thigh against my rock-hard cock.

Our current location was in the bathtub where she was sitting in my lap, my erect cock hard at the sight of my own naked sister.

I mean, she was cute. There was nothing I could do except give her a lot of love, right?

Her thighs, constantly shifting, weren't making it any easier.

We were all wrapped up in each other, naked as the day we were born. I squeezed her thigh and slid my cock between her wet pussy lips, rubbing them with my shaft.

Fuck, this is awesome.

I have to thank The God who reincarnated me into having such a great sister who is cute and sexy at the same time.

My cock kept grinding her pussy lips, getting closer and closer to release, while she moaned my name over and over again.

"Yes, Genji... Ahhhhhhh... Keep doing that."

"Argh... I'm cumming, sister." I groaned, my body trembling as I released my seed into her milky thigh, some spilling into the water.

She shivered in pleasure, her knees weak as she leaned against my chest, panting heavily.

Seems like my sister's weak point is indeed her pussy.

After that, we kissed each other intently.

Our tongues intertwined while her hand got antsy at my cock.

Then, she put her mouth to the tip of my cock and kissed it.

"Do you want my help, brother?" She teased me, sticking out her tongue at the tip of my cock.

"Fuck yeah." I eagerly nodded.

She then changed her position to be farther away from me and lifted her foot onto my cock.

With that, her slippery foot began to service my cock.

...

Arisu Sakayanagi's POV

After our night bath, we did many things that lovers are supposed to do, yet our relationship never meant to cross that line despite having had sex many times.

Society indeed didn't allow it. That's why we kept it a secret and only did it in the bathtub in the middle of the night, where our servants were already sound asleep and no one would bother our bonding time.

Occasionally, we would get out of control and couldn't control our lust, doing it quickly after we got back from school or in the morning. We did it a lot after I moved into my brother's bed every morning.

My brother was very happy when he found his morning wood being taken care of by my foot, as much as he expected me to use my mouth. But I was repulsed to do such a degenerate act, only using it occasionally and very rarely.

Despite our active sexual relationship, it never reached the point of degeneration by using blowjobs or anal. I didn't like them, and I forbade him to cum inside me or on my face. That's why he would either cum on my stomach, chest, thigh, or foot when I gave him a footjob.

The taboo of our relationship was never discovered by anyone, despite occasionally engaging in risky sex in the living room. Although we don't know why we were never discovered, the whole reason probably lies with our father.

Our father never seemed suspicious about it, or perhaps he knew but decided to ignore it. We don't know. Nonetheless, so far, no one has interrupted us, giving us the courage to sneak into the bathroom in the middle of the night for sex. The soundproofing of the bathroom and our bedroom was enough for us to go wild.

We hugged each other and sought each other's warmth under the blanket. The reason why I fell for my brother, I don't know. Probably because he was cool, probably because only he could match my intellect, or probably because only he could keep up with the rhythm of our conversation without losing his ground.

Despite that, his lack of morality, his menacing personality, and his antisocial disorder were never his bright spots despite being genius, witty, and handsome. Every boy and girl tended to avoid my brother because he was sensitive to insults or someone he perceived as overstepping him. Even if it was just joking, when they did, he would resort to violence, and everyone became afraid of him.

Contrary to them, I'm glad that my brother is antisocial and dislikes forming relationships or befriending others. He seems repulsive when talking to them and deems it as childish. He was too mature for his own age, but he never felt repulsed when talking to me. Just like me, he only communicated with me because I matched everything that was supposed to be his.

And because of that, I never worried that he would be taken away from me.

That's why I had no intention to help him integrate with a group or fix his antisocial disorder.

The more dependent he was on me, the better.

My brother is mine, and no one could take him away from me.

I hugged him tighter and refused to let him go.