My Milf System

I couldn’t believe I was actually taking a bath with my own sister.

"You happy now?" I asked, exasperated.

"Kinda," she replied. "After getting bullied at school, I knew you’d be the only one who would understand me."

I sighed, and without thinking, I said, "Sometimes bad things happen, Sharon. But that doesn’t mean you have to go around making them everyone else’s problem."

And oh, boy—I regretted those words the second they left my mouth. Sharon’s expression shifted instantly, her pout deepening as she crossed her arms over her small chest.

"So, telling you about my bullying is me dumping my problems on you, huh?"

"No, that’s not what I meant—"

"So that’s how you really feel? That I’m just a burden?"

"Stop putting words in my mouth!" I shot back.

She sniffled, her voice softening. "You’re a guy, Asher. You’re loved by so many people like Mrs Rembrandt. You’re even famous now. You wouldn’t understand the kind of pain I go through."

I fell silent, guilt creeping in. Maybe I had been too dismissive.

"Today at school, Hilary Martinsville and his friends called me up in front of the whole class. They acted like they were giving me an award."

I narrowed my eyes. "And?"

"They said I won a medal... for having the smallest boobs in the entire class."

"Ouch." I winced. "That’s messed up."

"And the whole class laughed at me!" she shouted, splashing the water in frustration.

I could hear the hurt in her voice. She was pissed, and honestly, if I were in her shoes, I would be too.

"Who is this Hilary guy?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"The noble brat you dueled with last time—the Duke’s son."

"Hah! That idiot? He doesn’t know a damn thing about boobs. Don’t let his words get to you."

She looked down at the water. "Sometimes... I wish I was a boy. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with all this ridicule. Even my own brother lies to me."

"Hey, I never lied to you!"

She huffed. "You keep saying small boobs are attractive too, but you won’t even glance at me. Not even a quick look. It’s because you’re lying. You find them just as unattractive as everyone else does."

Oh, not this again.

I groaned. "It’s not like that. I just—"

"You’re just trying to make me feel better, right?"

Oh, great. How the hell did I end up in this situation? I can’t just blatantly stare at her chest like it’s no big deal!

"Listen, Sharon. I just think it’d be weird to look at you like that. But don’t let some idiot’s words get to you. You’re fine just the way you are."

She was quiet for a moment before she suddenly said, "Prove it."

"Prove what?" I blinked in confusion.

"That they’re attractive."

Before I could even respond, she swam toward me, stopping just in front of me. I gulped a large lump in my throat.

"H-how do you honestly think l should do that?" I asked.

Sharon did the unthinkable, and grabbed my hand, placing it on her chest. I quickly pulled it away.

She sighed. "You see. Even you don’t want to touch them. Which simply means no one out there would find me attractive enough."

I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. "What the hell are you talking about, Sharon? Of course you’ll find someone who loves you."

"I doubt. Well, thanks for the talk. I’m going to bed." Her voice was low and full of sadness, it made me feel terribly bad.

"Wait.. Sharon." I gulped hard. She was already out of the water, then stopped and glanced at me. "I’ll prove it."

Her face was expressionless as she came back to the water, and rested her back on the wall of the tub.

My hand trembled as l stretched it out to her chest and touched one of her boobs.

Soft, firm, small orbs. They were cute, not gonna lie.

"See. I’ve proved they are attractive. Now stop feeling miserable and cheer up." I said, pulling my hand away. I had done enough.

She grumbled. "You just touched them for like two seconds."

"Yeah, that’s all it takes to know if something is attractive. I don’t need a whole hour."

The atmosphere was getting uncomfortable for my liking. I couldn’t believe my rod was getting hard just because of a single touch of my sister’s boobs. I had to get the hell out of there.

I stood up from the water, tried covering my boner, but my hands did a terrible job at the department of concealment. The dick was huge after all.

I heard Sharon giggle.

"Wait..." There was a teasing lilt in her voice.

"What?" I asked, already dreading her next words.

She pointed at my lower half, her grin widening. "Is that because of me?"

"Jesus, NO!" I shouted, louder than I intended. "It’s just... a natural reaction. Just ignore it!"

I needed to get the hell out of there. Scrambling for my clothes on the floor, I reached for them, but before I could put them on, Sharon stepped out of the tub, her petite body dripping wet.

I froze.

With a sly smirk, she walked toward me. "I’m happy I got you excited. I feel a lot more confident now."

She leaned in—way too close. "We should bathe together more often, brother dearest. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get even more confident."

"Yeah, that’s so not happening," I deadpanned.

She giggled. "We’ll see about that."

Picking up her towel, she wrapped it around herself and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there, dazed.

Damn it. Was this some kind of temptation?

I was still hard, and for the first time since reincarnating, I had to take matters into my own hands just to calm down. After that, I went straight to bed.

The next morning, I woke up early, took a bath, and threw on a pair of sweatpants. My school uniform was torn. Again. Mom said she’d have another one sewn for me, but honestly, I didn’t care.

It seemed l was only a day late for the field trip, after spending ten if not eleven days at the demon realm. Time there sure goes slow.

And l was hyped—not for the studies, though.

But because I was finally going to spend some time with my hot MILF teacher! ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

TBC