Chapter 4 (1/2)

Clyburn, in other words me, I had two sisters. One of those sisters is 14, and the other is 15. As to how that works out mathematically, I found out I turn thirteen next month. My fifteen year old sister is named Madison and my fourteen year old sister is named Hannah. I should also add that my mother’s name was Morgan. As to the kind of girls my sisters are, my memories regrettably knew very little. The former me was a pampered spoiled brat. After I was born, little attention was given to my sisters. They were almost ghosts in my memory.

My mother wasn’t necessarily abusive, but it was the society that favored men and expected them to be catered to above all else. This naturally had a major influence to the amount of time mother gave me compared to my sisters. If my memory served me, this also resulted in two very different attitudes towards me. My fifteen-year-old sister Madison seemed to hate me. That is to say she was very jealous that I got all the attention and refused to talk or deal with me.

I had a distant memory of two years back when I wanted something that she had. She was reading a certain book, and I decided I wanted the book because I liked the picture on the cover. At first, the maids tried to take the book. However, it turned out the book was not taken from our library, but one Madison had personally bought herself with her birthday money. However, ten years old and never having been told no before, I ended up getting into a fight with her, trying to take her book until it accidentally ripped.

She called me a ‘stupid, good-for-nothing man’, and I responded by calling her a lipstick girl. For reference, in my old life, a lipstick lesbian is the kind of woman who favors glamourous, traditionally feminine women and styles, both in themselves and their lovers. This is as opposed to the dykes, the so-called manly women. In this world without feminists, that connotation takes on a slightly different meaning. Lipstick girls are essentially man-hating lesbians. They often wear strap-ons, and try to convince young women to hate men, hate seed, and eat pussy.

In a society with population problems, this attitude was seen as insulting to men and detrimental to the world, as a result, these women were often treated with scorn outside of their own social circles. So, lipstick girl was an awful insult which resulted in my sister shouting that I was stupid before chucking the destroyed book at my head and storming away. I expected mom to back me up, but instead, she gave me a spanking. It was one of only a few cases in which I was ever punished by my mother, which is perhaps why the scene was so vivid in my memories. It also signified the last time my sister and I every engaged with each other willingly.

Hannah, the younger sister, was a bit different than her angry sibling. She was much shyer and more reserved. As to how she treated me, that was to say with complete fear. Since my way was the rule of the house, Hannah had learned to hang her head low and avoid me when possible. She didn’t like talking to me, and would shiver if I got too close. Suffice it to say that my relationship with my sisters was really shitty at the moment. That meant, it was going to take some work.

Unfortunately, a week later, I hadn’t managed to even stay in the same room with them for more than a moment or two. I had spent a week in this new world, and since blowing my load in a maid’s mouth and another maid’s hand, I’d been left without any more satisfaction. Veris had actually switched her sponge bath duties with another maid who was in her seventies. The maid had hinted that if I had any “issues”, she could handle them, but you could forgive me if I didn’t take her up on her offer for a wrinkly decrepit handjob from a woman with a displaced hip.

Thus, when my first chance to get close to Hannah arrived, I wasn’t going to waste a second to think about it. I had wondered into the library, only to notice Hannah putting a stack of books away on one of the shelves up on a chair. She was reaching up high, and her midriff was completely exposed. She hadn’t noticed me yet, and if I had managed to get to the base of the chair she was standing on, I could probably also get a peak at her panties under her skirt.

However, rather than do that, I silently closed the door as softly as possible, and then clicked the lock. It wasn’t like I’m trying to lock my sister in. Rather, I just want to keep from being interrupted. Every other time I wanted to get close to Hannah, Madison was nearby, always giving me a glare if I even attempted to approach either of them. If it wasn’t Madison, then there was a maid nearby. Either way, I could hardly work any magic on my sister with an audience, so finding her alone was a wonderful blessing.

Regrettably, I didn’t get to enjoy the panty shot because I was not even half away across the room when she finally noticed me. She immediately yelped, pulled down her shirt, and then jumped off the chair. As I continued to approach my cute little sister, she backed away instinctively until her back hit the bookshelf and couldn’t move any longer. She looked around the room desperately, as if looking for a path to flee, but upon seeing nothing, only then did she speak.

“B-b-brother… wh-what are you doing he-here?” she spoke with a shiver, not able to meet my eyes.

My sister wore a long sleeve pink shirt and black skirt that went to a bit above her knees. It wasn’t as revealing as the maid skirts, but it was short enough that schools in the old world might give her trouble. She had the youthful face of someone fresh in her teens. Her beauty clearly came from her mother, but she had a lot more of the baby fat, her cheeks a little chubby. Her hair was brown like her moms, but she kept it straight, including hair which she kept over one eye, desperately hiding her face. Overall, she was very adorable.

The adult me surged with lustful encouragement. As a 12-year-old boy, there were only a handful of years when I could get away with touching young teenage girls. Meanwhile, I had an adult brain that knew just how to manipulate, trick, and seduce immature women. Naturally, I had no intention of passing by the opportunity. If you were hoping for one of those guys who only liked women his own mental age, or was filled with moral obligation, that’s just not me. I found myself in this world, and I planned to take as much advantage of it as possible!

In my old world, my high school life was noticeably sex free, and I always regretted that I never got to taste a young, virgin teenager. My first time had been when I was 20, and was a drunken fling with a big-boned college coed at a party. She had already left by the time I woke up, and I found the number she gave me was fake. My second time was with my wife, whom was an undergrad when I got into graduate school. Now, a few of the whores I tried might have advertised themselves as 18, but when we met they always looked like they were in their twenties. That maid last week was the first teenage pussy I’ve ever had, and at the time I was too confused to really enjoy it! I won’t let the opportunity for more teenager pussy in the future pass me by!

“Sister, can you read me a book?” I asked innocently.

Hannah immediately jumped in surprise. “Eh? A book? Ah?”

She looked behind her, realizing she was surrounded with books and only then understanding where it came from.

“Brother, perhaps you should ask Madison. She likes books more than me. I’m only putting away a few books for her.”

“Since you’ve already completed that task, doesn’t that mean you have some free time?”

“Eh? Ah… that’s true…” Hannah’s brow furrowed, unable to argue with your simple logic.

“Then, come, sit down, please tell me a story.” I respond, sitting on the nearby couch and patting the seat next to me.

Hannah seemed to breath easier now that I was seated and she knew what I wanted, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to do it. In her hand was a single book, the last one she had forgotten to put away, and her knuckles were tight as she held it, as if she was fighting back a great deal of anxiety and holding it up as a shield.

“Please, sister, do… do you really not want to be with me?” I asked, letting tears well up in my eyes.

I had been practicing this move for a good week now. The effect was even more drastic on Hannah than I expected. She dropped the book and started waving her hands excitedly.

“No, brother, no! I’ll do it! I’ll read a book! I said I’ll read!”

Immediately, she headed over and sat down right next to me. She glances over at me trepidatiously. I glanced back, raising an eyebrow.

“The book!” The blood drains from Hannah’s face as she realized she didn’t grab any books. “Wh-what does little brother want to read?”

I gave a shrug, “I don’t know, just pick something. What about that book?”

As I said that, I offhandedly pointed at a book sitting on the desk barely in sight. Of course, that book hadn’t been lying there earlier. I had dropped it there when I came in, but Hannah hadn’t seen that.

“Ah, okay!” Hannah raced over and grabbed the book, immediately bringing it back, sitting next to me with a youthful exuberance that caused certain parts of me to stir excitedly.

Upon settling, she finally looked at the cover, a question mark floating over her head. “It appears to be a man and a woman, isn’t that a weird pose?”

“Hmmm… strange, if it’s a man and a woman… then wouldn’t it be a romance story?”

“Romance!” Hannah squeaked, “What do you mean, romance?”

“Oh, one of those adult books that talk about men and women in love. Like how dad and mom were in love.”

“L-l-love? Y-you mean like… seed giving?”

I raised an eyebrow in wonder again to a world where words like love immediately jumped the brain to cum and sex. “Well, romance stories are special, because they only depict one man and one woman. See, same man and woman on every page. It’s an expression of love.”

“Isn’t there three on this page?” Hannah stopped me as I flipped rapidly through the pages of the book while keeping her from seeing the details.

“Ah! Nevermind that one, the point is, this is an adult book. While, I think it’s a beautiful depiction of seed giving, I can understand if this is too adult for Hannah, so we can pick something else.”

“Eh?” Hannah’s cheeks reddened. “It’s not too adult for me! I’m older than you brother! Plus, men mature slower than women, so I’m definitely much more mature.”

“If you think you can handle it, then please read me a passage.”

“Of course!” Hannah declared resolutely. “The title is ‘The Book of Love’… when engaging in oral sex, make sure to properly use the tongue to flick the head of the cock. When the… when the… pre-cum… is released, sp-sp-spread it around with the tip of the… the… tongue to properly…”

“Hannah? Hannah!”

Hannah’s voice slowly dimmed as she continued to read, her face growing flushed as she started to grow dizzy. At this point, I put my arm around her shoulder, and the girl was too caught up in what she was reading to even notice. The book I had selected, of course, appeared to be this worlds version of the Kama sutra. In a world where women might only experience sex once in their lives, books that educate sex like this were even more likely to be distributed.

“-to lubricate…the…shaft…”

“Hannah, I’m confused, is it talking about a penis.”