The next afternoon, after school let out, I headed straight home. The house was empty—neither Dad nor the little witch Anna was anywhere to be found. I quickly packed a few changes of clothes and some toiletries, then made my way back to Lily’s place.
Over the following days, thanks to Aunt Rong’s patient persuasion and comforting words, Mom’s mood gradually stabilized. Still, there were moments when she would suddenly hurl whatever she was holding across the room in a burst of quiet rage. The tension in the air remained thick.
On New Year’s Day, Mia returned from her vacation. To avoid disrupting her studies, we kept Anna’s existence a secret for the time being. We simply told her that our parents had fought badly and were taking some time apart. Since my parents had a long history of dramatic arguments, Mia didn’t suspect anything unusual. She spent the night squeezed into the study with Lily and returned to school the following day.
The day after the New Year’s holiday, Lily and I were walking home from school together when I spotted a familiar, delicate figure standing across the street. It was Anna. She was wearing her school uniform, which made her look different enough that I almost didn’t recognize her at first.
I had spent the past several days deliberately trying not to think about her, but seeing her now sent a jolt of fear through me. I immediately turned around and started walking back toward the school.
After only a few steps, I stopped myself. Why am I running from her? She was the one who had seduced me. Still, the weight of what had happened between us pressed down on me. I had taken her virginity, and she was my half-sister. If anyone ever found out, my life would be ruined. Worst of all, she claimed to have a video—one that made me look like a predator. I couldn’t risk her sending it to the police or, God forbid, to my mother.
With a heavy sigh, I turned around again and continued forward. Lily noticed my strange behavior and asked with a mix of amusement and confusion, “What are you doing? Going back and forth like that. Where are you headed?”
There was no point hiding it anymore. I pointed across the street. Lily followed my gesture and spotted Anna standing on the sidewalk, head slightly tilted as she watched us.
Her eyes widened in surprise. “That… that sister of yours? Is that really her?”
I nodded helplessly. “Yeah, it’s her.”
“But she already found your dad. Why is she coming after you now?”
I gave a guilty smile. “How should I know?”
“So what are you going to do?” she asked.
That was the problem—I had no idea. After standing there awkwardly for a moment, I sighed. “Since trouble has come knocking, I might as well face it. Come on.” I reached for her arm, hoping that having Lily there might make Anna behave herself.
Lily yanked her arm free and stepped back, giving me a sideways look. “This is your family’s mess, not mine. She’s your half-sister, not mine.”
I took a deep breath. “If we get married someday, she’ll be your sister too.”
Lily raised an eyebrow. “Whether we get married or not is still up for debate. You said that yourself.”
“I was just teasing you. Why do you remember every little thing?”
“I tease you when I’m in a good mood. When I’m not, it’s a different story,” she replied. “Anyway, go handle it yourself. I don’t want to see her.”
As she turned to leave, I grabbed her wrist, putting on my most pitiful expression. “I’m scared to face her alone…”
Lily scoffed. “She’s just a little girl. What’s there to be afraid of?”
“She’s not an ordinary girl,” I muttered. “If she were like you—sweet and straightforward—I wouldn’t be this nervous.”
Lily shot me a sharp look. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
“I mean you’re innocent and kind,” I corrected quickly.
“Don’t try to flatter me,” she snorted. “You think I don’t know you’re calling me simple-minded?” She waved me off. “My mom called earlier and said she’s working the night shift. Your mom has a work dinner, so she’ll be late too. You’re on your own for dinner. Figure it out.”
I smiled bitterly. “You’re still my girlfriend, right?”
“Even birds in the same forest fly away when disaster strikes,” she quipped with a playful wave. “Bye-bye!”
I watched her leave, then steeled myself. What has to happen will happen. She’s just a girl. I can handle this.
After taking a deep breath, I walked across the street with my hands in my pockets, trying to look confident. “What are you doing here again?”
Anna looked surprisingly sweet and innocent. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, her hands tucked into her sleeves, and she wore white sneakers. She stood with her feet slightly inward in a cute, well-behaved pose. The bruises on her face had healed, and she gave me a bright, angelic smile. Visit NovelPing for the full chapter.
“Brother, I missed you.”
Her smile was warm and disarming, like a gentle spring breeze. But I knew better—there was always something dangerous lurking behind that sweetness.
When I didn’t respond, she stepped forward and slipped her arm around mine. “Brother, I want to watch a movie. Will you come with me?”
The mention of a movie instantly brought back the memory of what she had done to me in the theater last time. Heat rushed through my body, quickly followed by a wave of anxiety.
I pushed her away gently but firmly. “What do you really want?”
“Nothing special,” she said, tilting her head with a smile. “I just want to watch a movie with you. Don’t you want to?”
“No,” I said flatly.
She thought for a moment. “Then let’s have dinner together. My treat.”
“I’m on a diet. I don’t eat dinner.”
“Alright,” she said obediently. Just as I started to relax, she added casually, “I’ll send the video to your mom then. See you later.”
“Wait! No!” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. “Fine. Let’s eat.”
Her face lit up. “Great!” She hugged my arm tighter and looked up at me. “What do you want to eat, brother?”
“Whatever you like. I don’t care.” I let out a long sigh, already feeling exhausted.
We ended up at a barbecue restaurant on the next street. It was quiet after the holiday rush, so we easily found a table by the window. Anna took off her jacket, folded it neatly, and set it aside. For a moment, she looked almost pure—like a well-behaved angel. It was hard to reconcile this version of her with the little devil I knew.
After we ordered, she rested her chin on her hands and stared at me quietly across the table. Her intense gaze made me uncomfortable.
I cleared my throat. “So… where are you living now?”
“In the old house. You’ve been there.”
“And… how are things with our dad?”
“Pretty good.”
An awkward silence followed. I tried again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Where’s your mother?”
“She’s dead.”
I had suspected as much, but her calm answer still caught me off guard.
“And your other father… your legal one?”
“Dead too.”
Her voice stayed flat, but I couldn’t help glancing at her wrists, remembering the scars I had seen before. A wave of sympathy washed over me. I wanted to say something comforting, but it felt hypocritical, so I stayed quiet.
We continued talking in fits and starts until the food arrived. As I placed meat on the hot grill, I asked, “When you told Dad you were his daughter, did he believe you right away?”
I hesitated, then asked the question burning in my mind. “Since you knew we were siblings… why did you still seduce me?”
Anna leaned forward, her voice soft and teasing. “You raped me.”
I nearly lost it. I took a deep breath and forced a tired smile. “Okay, okay. Can we never talk about that again?”
“Why not?” she asked innocently.
Before I could reply, I felt something brush against my ankle. I looked down. Anna had slipped off her shoe again. Her small, snow-white foot, covered in light blue lace cotton boat socks, slid under my pant leg and began rubbing slowly up my calf.
“Don’t do this,” I whispered urgently. “You’re my sister!”
My protest was useless. Her foot continued its journey, climbing higher until her soft sole pressed firmly against my crotch. Her toes moved with surprising dexterity, teasing and stroking me through my clothes.
The little witch hadn’t changed at all—only her innocent appearance made her even more dangerous.
I glanced around nervously. No one seemed to notice. I didn’t dare push her foot away, afraid she might cause a bigger scene. Despite my resistance, my body betrayed me. I grew hard under her skillful touch.
The meat on the grill was starting to burn, but I had zero appetite. Anna placed a piece on my plate. “Eat up, brother.”
I muttered under my breath, “Can you please stop? I’m your brother—your real brother.”
Maybe my words affected her. Her foot finally withdrew. I exhaled in relief, but my body was left aching with frustration. The food tasted like nothing.
“Brother, do you hate me?” she asked suddenly.
“I don’t hate you,” I admitted, my voice weary. “I’m scared of you.”
“What are you scared of? Is it because… I make you feel too good?” She made a small stroking motion with her hands.
I was losing my mind. “Please, I’m begging you—stop playing with me. I’m your brother, and you’re my sister. I have the college entrance exam this year. This is my future. Can you please give me a break? We can talk about everything after the exam. Please?”
The moment I finished speaking, her chopsticks clattered to the floor. She bent down to pick them up. I was about to tell her to just ask the waiter for a new pair when she crawled under the table.
My eyes widened in panic. “What are you doing?”
Before I could stop her, she had already unzipped my pants, pulled my underwear aside, and freed my hardening cock. Her small hand cupped my balls gently while the other stroked my shaft. Within seconds, I was fully erect.
“I’m sorry—I’m sorry! Anna, I’m your brother. Please stop—ahh!”
Her warm, wet mouth suddenly enveloped my throbbing head. Her soft tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, licking and teasing with perfect pressure. The pleasure was intense, sending electric shocks up my spine.
I tried to push her head away, but she gave me a light warning bite with her teeth. I froze. Desperate, I grabbed my jacket and draped it over her head to hide what was happening. My heart pounded as waves of guilt and overwhelming pleasure crashed over me. She was my sister, yet the sensation of her hot, eager mouth sliding up and down my cock felt impossibly good.
I fought between shame and ecstasy, my hips twitching involuntarily. A voice approached from behind me. I quickly leaned forward, pressing my chest against the table to block the view.
A young waitress walked past, talking on her phone. She glanced down for a split second and froze, her face turning bright red. She hurried away. I realized with horror that she was the same waitress from the cold drink shop—the one who had seen Anna toy with me before.
The pleasure kept building. Just as I reached the edge, trembling and desperate to finish, Anna pulled back, released me from her mouth, and crawled out from under the table.
I was left painfully aroused and frustrated, my body screaming for release. Anger mixed with the lingering heat, but knowing our relationship, I couldn’t demand anything from her.
Anna paid for dinner as promised. When we left the restaurant, she wanted to go to the movies, but I was completely drained. I begged and pleaded until she finally let me go.
On the way back, my heart was still racing. Thoughts of what Anna had done under the table replayed in my mind. All I could think about was getting home and hoping Lily would help me release all this pent-up frustration.
It was suffocating