"Emily... Is this okay?"
I carried the heavily drunk Emily to her bed in her room and laid her down.
She was conscious. When I called out to her, she barely opened her eyes.
But she didn't recognize it was me.
It's always like this. I know it well.
She was in her favorite dress from our date.
It must be his taste. She usually doesn't wear such frilly things.
I roughly unbuttoned her dress and unclasped her bra.
Without removing the bra, I slipped my hand inside.
When I played with her nipple with my fingertips, it quickly hardened.
I whispered to continue from earlier.
"Emily, your chest is sensitive, isn't it?"
"Mmm... there, it feels...! Ryan, you..."
Blood rushed to my head. That's not my name.
I'm Ethan. Not Ryan. I'm Ethan.
But I didn't say that out loud.
There's no way I'd say that. That it's me touching Emily.
It's better if she misunderstands.
That it's that guy touching her.
I shifted her bra and ran my tongue over her erect nipple.
"Ah...!!"
She let out a loud voice. I alternated licking both breasts.
"Ah, no, Ryan, no...!"
A cute voice. But the name I hear is different.
"Mmm...!!"
I silenced her with a kiss. When I moved my tongue inside, she responded in kind.
I captured her tongue with mine and entwined them.
When I pulled away, saliva overflowed and dripped from the corners of our mouths.
Is it about time?
Thinking that, I lifted the skirt part of her dress.
Cute, lace-frilled panties.
In the dark room, the pure white stood out.
...This shouldn't be her taste.
As I pulled them down, I noticed.
The liquid dripping from her slightly open vagina.
My eyes had adjusted to the darkness. It wasn't love juice.
It was white semen, dripping out. ...His.
Understanding that, a dark feeling welled up inside me.
Leaving one side of her panties hooked, I spread her legs wide.
When I looked at Emily, she was looking at me with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Not at him. ...At me.
I inserted my finger inside her. There was no need to wet it.
It was already wet with semen.
"Ah...! No, it's coming out...!!"
Coming out? The semen? Of course. I'm making it come out.
"...It's okay. I'll fill you up with more now."
I moved my finger roughly, scooping out the semen and love juice.
The lewd sound of fluids echoed around.
"More, slowly..."
Emily's pleading voice. I didn't care.
I didn't listen to what Emily said.
With my wet fingers, I flicked her clitoris.
"Ah...!!"
...She came. Emily's body trembled.
Her eyes were open, but I wasn't sure if she could see.
I took off all my clothes and covered Emily.
"I'm going to put it in, Emily."
Emily closed her eyes and nodded.
Seeing that, I slowly inserted it.
"Ugh...!"
Inside was wet enough, but it was tight overall.
It squeezed my penis tightly.
"No... Ryan, it's bigger than usual..."
Emily clung to my neck. It's always like this.
"Emily..."
I moved my hips shallowly, stimulating her G-spot with the tip of my penis.
"No! Ah, mmm...!"
...She came inside. I know Emily's weak spots.
Because I've held her... no, violated her many times.
When our eyes met, Emily looked at me with moist eyes, panting.
"Emily. Kiss."
I stopped my hips and pressed my lips to hers.
This time, Emily inserted her tongue first.
While responding, a thought crossed my mind.
This kiss, this sex.
It's all because she thinks it's him.
I'm just taking advantage of that to devour Emily.
But, so what?
"...So what?"
"Huh?"
Emily asked back at my muttering.
"No... it's nothing."
Emily's thin arms clung to me.
I grabbed them and kissed her wrists.
So what if I'm taking advantage?
So what if I'm devouring her?
Emily is mine, and I am hers.
"I'm going to move, Emily."
I thrust deeply where I had stopped shallowly.
"Ah, no, Ryan, Ryan...!"
"Emily... E-mi-ly..."
As I started to move my hips rhythmically, Emily responded by moving as well.
The sound of our bodies slapping echoed in my ears.
When I reached for her nipples, they were harder than before.
She was probably about to come again.
I've been feeling the urge to ejaculate for a while now.
I thrust the deepest I ever had.
"Ah, ah...!!"
Emily let out a loud voice and came.
Her insides tightened even more.
"E-mi-ly...!!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt...
Holding Emily, I trembled as I ejaculated.
Aiming for the deepest part, her womb.
After finishing, I pulled out my penis.
From her vagina, white fluid dripped down.
It was a sight I had seen earlier.
But the feeling that welled up was different from before.
"Emily."
I kissed Emily, who was dazed right after coming.
A light, gentle kiss.
When she noticed the kiss, Emily smiled at me.
...My chest felt warm. What welled up was happiness.
It was different from the jealousy earlier. I just loved Emily.
"I love you. I've always loved only you."
Emily nodded, closed her eyes, and started to breathe softly.
...I wonder if she heard. My last words.
Emily's half-removed clothes and the disheveled bed.
The spilled semen. I erased as many traces as I could.
There was nothing I could do about the semen left inside her.
She would mistake it for his.
She would never think it was me.
That it was me, closer than her boyfriend, who was with her.
"...Good night, Emily."
Leaving those words, I left the room.
"Ah, good morning, Emily."
"...Good morning, Ethan. I'm sorry."
Emily apologized to me as soon as she woke up.
"Sorry for what?"
"...For getting drunk and coming home like that again."
"You haven't been drinking for long, so it's natural you're not strong. But you should be more careful."
"About what?"
"If a cute girl gets drunk, a bad wolf might eat her."
"Oh, come on. Don't tease your sister... You should say that to your girlfriend."
"I don't have a girlfriend."
"Why? You're handsome and popular, Ethan."
"I'm not interested."
That's right. I'm not interested in girls.
Except for Emily, no one else matters.
"Emily. Do you have a lecture today?"
"My head hurts, so I'm taking the day off..."
"I don't care if you end up in the same grade as me next year."
"What? You're just my little brother."
Emily pouted her cheeks.
...I'm the only one who knows this face.
Not her friends, and certainly not her boyfriend.
She doesn't need to show this cute face to anyone else.
"...Emily, weren't you on a date last night?"
"How do you know?"
"You wouldn't wear something so frilly for work."
Emily actually likes simple clothes.
I've known that since we grew up together.
But when she went to college, she moved out.
So I worked hard to get into the same college.
After getting accepted and starting to share a room, I noticed.
Her wardrobe was filled with clothes that weren't her taste.
When I questioned her, she said it was her boyfriend's taste, whom she met at her part-time job last year.
...Boyfriend? I don't care about that.
Emily is mine. My Emily.
"...Even though you were that drunk, your boyfriend didn't see you home."
I couldn't help but be sarcastic.
I know about that guy... Ryan.
I've followed him to her part-time job many times.
Every time, he was with another girl.
...He's not good enough for Emily.
"Ryan... is busy with multiple part-time jobs."
Yet he has time to sleep with her.
And he makes sure to finish inside her.
He's really not a good guy.
Though I'm not one to talk.
"I don't like it when you speak ill of Ryan."
"...Sorry."
I apologized for now. I didn't want to make Emily angry.
"Okay. ...By the way, Ethan, are you going to use the shower?"
Emily asked shyly.
"I already used it. Go ahead, Emily."
"Thank you. I want to wash off the alcohol."
Emily explained, even though I didn't ask.
"I'm heading out soon. I have a first-period class. I made some soup, so eat it when you feel better."
"Thank you. You're such a kind brother, I'm lucky."
"...Not really."
"Huh?"
"It's nothing. I'm off, Emily."
"Okay. Have a good day, little brother."
Emily headed to the bathroom, and I got ready.
I could hear the sound of the shower.
She was probably washing out the semen inside her.
To her, it was his.
She would never think it was from me.
I wonder if she'll ever realize.
If she gets pregnant... whose child would it be?
You can't tell the blood type until the baby is born, right?
I don't know his blood type. I don't care to know.
But if she has the baby.
And if it's mine.
Would she hate me? Despise me?
...I want her to hate me. Despise me.
As long as she thinks only of me.
Then I can be inside her forever.
Not just her body, but her heart forever.
Forever. I will always love Emily.
As I left the house, I passed by the bathroom.
And then.
"I love you, Emily. I always will."
I whispered.
Fin.
