NOVPUBWhen I woke up, I felt a chill below my waist.
Shivering slightly, I reluctantly got up from bed, wrapped myself in the blanket, and closed the window that had been blown open by the wind.
I wanted to go back to sleep, but the drowsiness was gone. Stretching, I resigned myself to getting up.
Once my mind fully cleared, I started noticing some strange things.
Did I forget to close the window last night?
Why are the buttons on my pajamas undone?
And why is a part of the bedsheet damp?
Did I... wet the bed? ...Uh...
I leaned closer and sniffed it. The scent was strange, indescribable, but it definitely wasn’t urine. The sheet had become stiff after drying, so maybe it was just sweat.
But if I hadn’t closed the window and had been woken up by the cold wind, would I really have sweated this much?
...What the hell.
Anyway, as long as it wasn’t pee, it’s fine. Otherwise, wetting the bed at this age would be a black mark on my life that I’d never live down.
Could it be that Serena couldn’t hold back and did something to me?
Probably not. If she had done something extreme, my wounds would definitely be hurting. And I vaguely remember that last night, when I was holding Serena in my arms, she was pretty well-behaved, not daring to move a muscle.
Ah, forget it. I’m not Sherlock Holmes; there’s no way I can deduce the whole story from these small details.
I’ll just ask Serena when I see her later.
Thinking this, I headed to the bathroom on the second floor to wash up and just happened to run into Serena, who was sitting on the toilet.
She was still half-asleep, her eyes barely open, looking sleep-deprived.
"Uh... Why didn’t you lock the door while using the bathroom?"
I stood there awkwardly, staring at Serena on the toilet. I quickly took two or three steps back and tried to close the bathroom door, but Serena, unconcerned, said:
"Oh, brother. You don’t need to leave. I’ll be done soon."
A sharp, urgent stream of water echoed through the room... and the volume wasn’t small. Well, considering she’d been holding it in all night... Like hell that’s the point!
Something about this doesn’t seem right! How could she just keep peeing like that while I’m standing here watching?!
"How are you still peeing?!"
"Brother, do you need to go too? I can make some space..."
As she said this, Serena slightly lifted her nightgown, revealing her smooth, white thighs. Even while still on the toilet, she spread her legs in an unseemly manner, her actions clearly conveying, "Here, I’m making room for you. Go ahead. I don’t mind."
She even stuck out her tongue, slowly licking her upper and lower lips, as if suggesting, "Once you’re done, I can clean it up for you, okay?"
I immediately covered my eyes and, somewhat angrily, reprimanded her.
"Have some decency, will you?! Serena, you’re becoming more and more reckless lately! You weren’t like this before. What happened to a girl’s sense of propriety? Did you just throw it away? I don’t want a shameless sister like this!"
Watching my sister turn more and more into a slob, or worse, a pervert, day by day, as her brother, I felt utterly disheartened.
Before, she was so restrained in front of me. Even if she was a bit cold, the distance between us as siblings was well-maintained. The boundaries were clear, so I never felt unsure about where we stood.
But ever since Serena confessed her feelings for me, the distance between us had become somewhat ambiguous. The boundaries between brother and sister were starting to blur... Maybe she was doing it on purpose, but I definitely noticed.
I couldn’t stay oblivious any longer. I had to set her straight.
After being scolded, Serena pouted and muttered discontentedly.
"Didn’t brother already accept me...?"
"I didn’t say I was accepting you to this extent!"
If I accepted this, then what would be next? Would she barge in while I was taking a bath, claiming she wanted to "help her brother scrub his back"?
Then it would escalate to:
"I’ll use my chest to scrub your back, brother." → "Oh, brother, you’re getting hard. Let me help you relieve it." → "Brother’s milk is covering my whole body..." → "Brother, Serena is feeling strange too..." → "Wait, not here. Let’s go to the bedroom..." → "You animal! You actually did that to your own sister?! I’ll break your damn legs!"
A train of escalating catastrophes would follow.
No way. I don’t want to deal with that kind of heart-attack-inducing scenario. I had to nip it in the bud right now.
Serena snorted coldly, reverting to her usual icy demeanor.
"Hmph..."
Yeah, that’s more like the Serena I know.
"Alright, I’m going out. Finish up and wipe yourself clean."
I scratched my stomach irritably and was about to leave the bathroom...
A roll of toilet paper hit me in the face.
"What the hell?!"
"My hand slipped."
"Stop messing around! Hurry up and wipe yourself!"
"There’s no more paper."
You threw it at me yourself! If there’s no paper, then just use your hand!
I almost shouted those words but held them back at the last second. Somehow, I had a feeling that if I said that, she might actually use her hand to wipe herself...
Calm down. My temper is oddly high today. Is it because I caught a chill last night?
I picked up the toilet paper, rolled it like a bowling ball toward Serena, but she simply kicked it aside.
This girl... It seemed like she was determined to provoke me today.
A good old sibling fight... it’s been a while.
Serena and I rarely fought. Most of the time, we just gave each other the silent treatment, ignoring each other. I remember before Mom and Cora moved in, we had a huge fight and didn’t speak for two whole months. Since Dad was a man of few words, the house was as quiet as a grave during that time.
After that incident, Serena’s attitude toward me grew colder and colder.
And I always felt that I was in the wrong back then. As the older brother, I should have been more accommodating toward my younger sister. That’s why I unconsciously started lowering my stance around her.
But now...
Hmm...
I silently picked up my toothbrush and towel, intending to go downstairs to wash up.
I can’t win this fight, but I can walk away.
Seeing my retreat, Serena, as if out of spite, suddenly tossed aside the toilet paper she had just torn off, crossed her arms, and grabbed the hem of her nightgown with both hands, lifting it dramatically.
Her fair skin was exposed before my eyes, her cute navel and faintly defined abs all in plain sight. And most crucially, she wasn’t wearing a bra!
"Wait! What are you doing?!"
"Wiping up the pee."
"And why do you need to take off your clothes for that?!"
"It’s necessary. Otherwise, I’d dirty my skirt."
What kind of twisted logic is that?!
I get it now. Serena was clearly trying to make me uncomfortable as payback for yelling at her earlier.
Just as I suspected, Serena, after taking off her nightgown, threw it in my direction, almost as if to express her dissatisfaction.
"What the hell do you want?!"
Serena bent down to pick up the paper she had thrown earlier, extending it toward me with an indifferent expression.
"Brother, help me wipe."
"Who the hell is going to help you?! Wait, don’t spread your legs like that!"
"Not going to wipe?"
"No!"
"Then I won’t wipe."
As she said that, Serena stood up, bent over, and began pulling up her blue cotton panties that had slipped down to her calves. Seeing that she was about to put them back on, I hurriedly shouted.
"Wait! Hold on! I didn’t mean for you not to wipe yourself—I meant you should wipe yourself first before pulling them up! Otherwise, they’ll get dirty!"
"Then help me wipe."
"Tch..."
Seeing her unyielding expression, I finally understood—if I didn’t help her wipe right now, she’d keep pestering me until I got a splitting headache.
Better to get it over with quickly than to drag it out.
Calm down. It’s fine. Don’t overthink it.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, bracing myself mentally, clearing my head of any unnecessary thoughts. Then, with resolve, I stepped forward, picked up the toilet paper roll from the floor, tore off a long strip, folded it four times to make it thick enough, and squatted down in front of Serena.
Calm. Stay calm. Inner peace.
She’s my sister, after all. It’s not like I haven’t wiped her before.
Granted, that was back in first and second grade, and the situation now was completely different, but still—I had experience.
Serena spread her legs without a trace of hesitation, placing her hands on my shoulders. I couldn’t bring myself to look directly at that forbidden area. Raising my head would only bring her bare chest into view, so I simply tilted my head back to look at her face.
Moments ago, she had been drowsy, barely awake. Now, her eyes were wide open, glistening with a barely concealed excitement and fervor... similar to the way Lillian looked.
Could my sister have fallen into some kind of pathological state too...?
Stop overthinking it. Just get it over with!
I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and brought the tissue under her, sliding it between her legs.
The sensation of the dampness seeping through the several layers of tissue snapped me back to reality.
Ugh... I think I just did something very, very, very bad.
Ahhh, I totally regret it! What the hell did I just do?! What the hell did I just do to my own sister?!
Serena panted heavily, sweat dripping down her chin and onto my face, her gaze hazy and unfocused.
She slumped against me like a deflated balloon, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering softly.
"Actually, brother... Serena... I’m not really your biological sister, you know?"
I instantly froze.
"...What?"
My entire body stiffened, and my hands reflexively clenched tighter.
"Brother, that hurts..."
What did Serena just say?
She’s not my biological sister?
We’re actually not related by blood?
...What?
"Ugh... Brother... Don’t be so tense. {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Happy April Fool’s Day..."
The tension that had been coiled up in my chest suddenly unraveled.
"Ah, ahahaha... You scared me. So it was just an April Fool’s joke... Phew..."
Honestly, when I heard those words just now, it felt like the blood in my veins had turned to ice.
If Serena really weren’t my sister... Ugh, I can’t even imagine it. I don’t even want to think about it.
"It’s just that... on April Fool’s Day... it’s the only day I can say such things..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Serena released the tension in her legs and let them relax. I immediately pulled my hand back, tossing the used tissue paper into the toilet. My hand, however, was completely soaked.
"Ahh, enough already! This is ridiculous! What the hell did we just do?!"
"And now... we’re even."
"Huh? Even?!"
"Last time, I helped you shake it off. This time, you helped me wipe. A beautiful memory to cherish."
"This counts as a beautiful memory?!"
More like another black mark in my life’s history! What if Ms. Shirley caught it all on camera again?!
"It’s all because brother got all wet again. Completely soaked."
"And that’s my fault?!"
I brought my now thoroughly soaked hand up to my face and grimaced.
Last time, Serena didn’t help me jerk off. But this time, I... ugh... I helped her...
Wait... this smell... it’s the same as the smell on my bedsheet...
Could it be...
"Serena, you came to my room last night, didn’t you?"
"I didn’t go to brother’s room yesterday."
"Hmm? You really didn’t come to my room last night?"
Serena’s face was deadly serious, her tone firm and unwavering.
"Yeah. I was afraid of disturbing brother’s wound, so I held myself back and didn’t go to your room. I couldn’t sleep at all last night because of it."
"Huh?"
But I distinctly remember someone slipping into my bed last night. I even thought it was Serena and hugged her while sleeping...
Wait, wait, wait. Did I... see a ghost or something?
"What’s wrong, brother? You look really pale."
"It’s nothing..."
I thought I had finally returned to a normal, everyday life. But maybe... maybe it was all just my wishful thinking.
Something is wrong with my sister too?
No. That’s impossible.
Whether it’s Serena or Cora, they’re still my beloved little sisters.
Of course, I mean when they’re not acting out.
Whenever I look at them, I remind myself that my only role is that of their older brother.
On this point, I will not allow myself to get confused.
