"Sister Margaret... What's wrong with you?"

I let go of the girl and asked a bit embarrassedly.

However, Margaret seemed to be still immersed in her own fantasy, unable to extricate herself.

"Al...although...I know that the desires of teenagers during puberty are terrifyingly strong...but...but...for the first time...it...it should be more normal...and a better position..."

"Cough, cough..."

Looking at the blushing girl in front of me, I coughed twice, gently patted her shoulder, and said:

"Sister, this is on the main road... People are coming and going. Aren't you afraid of being heard by others?"

"Ah... Ah? Atu, you..."

Margaret opened her eyes blankly and looked around.

After realizing that I had stopped doing whatever I was doing just now, her face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple:

"How could you do that, Atu! Pervert! Molester! Erotomaniac!"

Seemingly trying to cover up her previous loss of composure, the girl angrily and shamefully scolded me, then raised her leg and aimed at my toes, stomping furiously.

"Ah...ow..."

I bit my lip, trying my best to endure the pain without screaming out.

After all... It was my fault, right?

But...Sister, you have to believe me! I really didn't mean to do that to you...

You may not believe it, but it was actually that lewd fellow who tempted me first. Then my hand involuntarily went on... How could I not control my hand?

It's all that perverted old man's fault... He exposed me to adult content all day long, and now my self-control is getting weaker and weaker!

If it weren't for considering the happiness of my stepmother... No, her happiness in the second half of her life. I'd like to permanently confiscate that bastard's tools of committing the crime!

Hmph... That old pervert likes to crossdress, right? Let him wear the clothes himself! The best thing would be to send him on a boat to Siam, where the mysterious spells existed, and let the spellcasters there turn him into the busty older sister he's always dreamed of."

In this way, I would have two mothers. After all, it is said that there's nothing better than a mother's love. Having two mothers would mean double the love and joy. So many delightful things coming together would bring me so much happiness... It's very exciting to think about it!

"Hey... Atu, are you even listening to me?"

As I was immersed in the wonderful fantasy of being fought over by a blonde busty, sickly mother and a black-haired, busty, and arrogant mother, the girl's dissatisfied voice came to my ear.

Seeing that I still didn't respond, Margaret, who had been enduring it all this time, raised her leg again and stomped down on my foot with unprecedented force!

"Wake up, Atu!"

"Ouch... It hurts so much!"

The sudden pain on my toe made me grimace.

"Sister... Can you be a little more gentle? It really hurts..."

"Hmph! You know what pain is now? When you were mass...massaging me earlier... You were using so much force."

The girl changed her tone, somewhat embarrassed and angry, looking away.

"I'm sorry... It's all because my self-control is too poor..." I obediently apologized, "I won't dare to do it again..."

As soon as my words fell, my toes were once again subjected to a fierce kick from Margaret.

"Sister... What have I done now to make you angry?"

I raised my head with a mournful face and asked.

"Humph... You're not...not allowed to say such things again!"

Margaret clenched her little fist tightly and said angrily to me.

It's strange... She wasn't this angry when I was massaging her just now... I've apologized to her, so why is she still mad?

Sigh... Never mind, I won't think about it anymore.

Sometimes I suddenly feel that the old pervert's words are not wrong... "Women only reveal their true feelings in bed, and at other times they are completely inscrutable."So guessing Margaret's thoughts right now is definitely useless. Only when she undresses and lies down at night... that's the real time for me to understand her true thoughts! After all, people never lie when they talk in their sleep. This is the valuable experience I have gained from observing my sister sleeping for many years. Every time, I can only understand her dark history when I eavesdrop on that little witch talking in her sleep. Of course, it's not all dark history, sometimes there are some special contents.

For example, every now and then, she would say in a particularly panicked tone: "Brother... don't... we can't do this! We are siblings... that kind of thing is not allowed..." Every time I hear these words from that little witch, I get extremely excited! Because, this means that the little witch is afraid of me!

Yes, during the five years in the basement, although I was cruelly abused by that old bastard, I also became stronger even as I was tortured! It took only one year for me to completely surpass my sister who had beaten me for more than a decade! If it weren't for that old bastard standing in the way... I would've caught this little troublemaker and spanked her countless times in the past four years!

However, that little witch is extremely cunning, always hiding behind that old bastard, bullying me with the might of another... I never had the chance to fight back. But looking at her few spoken dreams... I think she's still quite afraid of me retaliating. After all, there's such a big gap in strength here.

Hmph, it's a pity she can even say "we are siblings"... do you think I won't beat you if you bring up family ties? What a joke! When you forced me to play "ride the horse" every day when we were young, and when you pushed me into the mud on rainy days, how could you not remember that I was your brother? Now you want to use this as a shield? No way!

Anyway, that old bastard can't beat me anymore... don't even think about having anyone protecting you. When our stepmother isn't at home one day, I'll drag you to the basement and take revenge. Make you understand what "elder brother is like a father" and "fatherly love is like a mountain" mean!

"Atu... why are you laughing again?" At this moment, Margaret's voice came from beside my ear again. "Ah, what? Sister, you said..." "Sigh... teenagers in adolescence, I can understand some impulsiveness." Margaret shook her head helplessly, and then covered her chest with some lingering fear, saying: "It's just that... Atu, you scared me just now." "Are you so desperate for a girl's body, or do you have a crush on your sister..."

Halfway through, the girl seemed to realize something, shook her head vigorously, and then slapped her own face. It was only then that she returned to her usual demeanor: "Forget it, forget it..." She picked up the basket from the ground and naturally hooked my arm by her side, "Atu, just come home with me for now."

The girl's peaks pressed tightly against my arm, and the soft touch made me a little distracted. "Ah... are we going to your house, sister?" "Of course." Seeing my slightly flustered look, Margaret smiled faintly. "Look at your dirty appearance, you need to take a hot bath as soon as possible, and besides..." The girl giggled and lifted the edge of my lace skirt, "Atu, don't tell me you've always wanted to wear this girl's clothes?" "Absolutely not!" I shook my head firmly and then agreed to Margaret's proposal.