53 Addiction - My Little Sister Is Only Ever Cold to Me, Yet Recently She’s Been Strangely Clingy

Chapter 53: Addiction Just like how head patting, hugging, and sleeping together have become second nature, before we knew it, kissing was also becoming a part of what was normal for us. "Onee-chan." When Ren says this with her eyes closed, I gently kiss her. That's enough to send a harmony of pleasure cascading through my entire body. There's no sign of it ever becoming dull. Rather than growing dull, it feels as though I'm sinking deeper and deeper into a sea of pleasure. When we kiss, we close our eyes and enter into a shared darkness. We drift together through the depths of the ocean, just the two of us. Occasionally parting our lips to breathe, only to reunite them again, while exchanging 'I love you's over and over again. Each time we repeat it, I feel satisfied. Even though I should have been satisfied, I still want more. My rationality as an older sister desperately cries out with guilt, saying again and again that it's unforgivable to steal my little sister's lips. Yet, I just can't stop. Each time Ren asks for it, I find myself irresistibly drawn towards her lips again. Even now. The sun shines brightly on the rooftop, like the beginning of summer. In the shade, we nestle against each other. "Onee-chan, can we?" At those words, Ren closes her eyes. As if being drawn in, I overlap our lips. Just that alone makes sparks of pleasure flare in my mind — sharp and blinding. The contrast between Ren’s cool lips and the heat that bloomed from their touch is almost enough to short-circuit my brain. Despite her usual calm, detached demeanor, her body has gone tense; through her warmth I could feel the pounding rhythm of her heartbeat, and every soft, trembling breath that escaped between our kisses only made my chest ache with affection. Entangling our fingers, pressing our bodies together, the faint rustle of summer clothes and the sound of lips brushing together fills my ears. Our merging body temperatures hold a sticky warmth. I couldn't tell whether it's due to the summer or our fervent kissing. "I love you." "Me too." Even as we exchange those words, like heat dissipating between kisses, the intensity doesn’t diminish but grows stronger as our bodies reunite. Behind my escalating heartbeat lies countless layers of anxiety. For instance, the meaning of the word "love." 'I love you. I've always, always loved you, Onee-chan. So much that I want you to kiss me. It can't be anyone other than you, Onee-chan.' Ren's words when we first kissed. What is this kind of love where you'd want someone to kiss you? It seems different from the love I’d always had for Ren as my little sister. Yet, now, here I am, also wanting to kiss Ren. Will this love be enough to keep Ren tied to me? Will she never drift away from my side again? Could it possibly replace the long-forgotten promise Ren once made? To avert my gaze from such ugly anxieties, to avert my gaze from the me that's not a good girl, I submerge myself into Ren's kisses. Drowning in pleasure, I'm becoming less and less of a good girl. Despite knowing it's not right to kiss my little sister, I just can't stop. I feel uneasy when I'm not kissing Ren. No matter how many times we repeat it, I just end up wanting more. I had become completely addicted. The warning bell rings. That was the signal for our lips to gently part. Hand in hand, we leave the rooftop, as if fleeing from the sunlight steeped in the aura of approaching summer. And then, summer break is upon us. A summer I will never forget.