My Idle System

Annabelle didn't mind her brother's rejection of the idea of practicing the essence technique. After all, it had been more of an attempt to distract him, as he had felt like a stiff log in her arms earlier. Besides, she had already predicted his response. Still, she couldn't help but feel quite happy about it, as it felt like he was being overly conscious of her.

Getting the result she wanted, as she felt him finally relax his previously stiff body, and even gaining an unexpected yield, she was quite happy and couldn't help but snuggle closer to him. She leaned her head toward her brother's, their faces so close that their noses lightly touched.

She felt somewhat giddy at their current situation, an indescribable joy filling her as he didn't pull back, even though his eyes couldn't seem to meet hers. Instead, they darted around, as if searching for some means of escape.

Seeing his cute reactions and his flushed red face, she was filled with the urge to push things further. Her gaze lingered on his lips for a fleeting moment, entertaining thoughts that she knew were unacceptable between siblings. But in the end, she refrained. She realized she was far too excited in this moment, and this was a line she shouldn't cross, even if she ever did, it shouldn't be in a setting like this.

Still not being able to hold herself back, she closed her face and kissed his cheek.

Her intention was one kiss at first, but in the end, she ended doing many more, till she felt satisfied and hugged his head against her bosom again.

Still unable to hold herself back, she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

What started as a single kiss soon turned into several more, each one deepening her desire. She couldn't seem to stop herself, craving more with each passing moment. It was only when the kisses shifted from his face to his neck that she finally felt a sense of satisfaction. Gently, she pulled him closer and lower, wrapping her arms around his head and pressing it against her bosom once again.

Christian, instead of stiffening like before, felt himself melt this time. Being showered with his sister's affection and warmth, though overwhelming, was still comforting. It made him wonder if maybe it was finally okay to lower his guard and let himself sleep.

After a moment of staying like that, seemingly lost in thought, he finally made his move. He wrapped his arm around his sister's slim waist, his hand coincidentally resting in a way that half of it touched her bare skin, while the other half lingered against the fabric of her T-shirt.

Maybe infected by the boldness of his sister, he eventually lowered his hand slightly, preferring the softness of her bare skin, which was far more delicate and smooth than the fabric of her clothes.

Even though their positions were clearly too intimate, Christian didn't care in the end. He simply hugged her tightly, and as he finally relaxed, he felt sleep creeping in, taking over him quickly.

Annabelle felt fortunate that her brother hadn't noticed her reaction when he moved his hand. Even more, feeling his warmth against her body, against her skin, made her realize that sometimes, even in misfortune, one could find fortune.

She felt that today truly became a special one for her, after what her brother had shared with her, and now, sleeping together, something they hadn't done in a long time, ever since Christian had felt he was old enough.

Still, she knew that while she had been thinking about crossing boundaries earlier, they had already crossed some, as no normal siblings their age would sleep like this.

Even so, she didn't care. She simply started brushing his hair, her gaze softening as she looked at him, her eyes overflowing with affection.

She felt it would be a waste to sleep now, wanting to treasure each moment of their current situation. But perhaps she was also a little tired, and in the end, she succumbed to sleep after some time.

...

'Soft!'

Barely waking up, and before even opening his eyes, the first thing that took Christian's attention was the soft, bouncy, yet firm sensation beneath his hand.

It was a foreign sensation for him, at least through his hand. So, he couldn't help but squeeze, letting his hand relax into the sensation, as it felt strangely irresistible, and he realized it was a feeling he would never get bored of.

Finally, unable to hold back his curiosity, he groggily opened his eyes, only to find his sister lying next to him, facing him with her closed eyes. His hand, it seemed, had found its way to the most comfortable place to rest at; her breast.

Christian froze for a moment, his body jolting awake as he processed what had just happened. His first instinct was to pull his hand away, but the novelty of the situation, combined with the warmth and softness under his touch, held him in place.

Even though he knew that what he was doing was wrong, and that he shouldn't be doing something like this to a sleeping person, especially when that person was his sister, which made it even more forbidden, he still couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away.

No, if he were to be honest, he didn't want to.

So, despite the guilt gnawing at him and the pangs of his conscience, he found himself squeezing her breast again, convincing himself that he should thoroughly confirm its softness.

Christian massaged, no, kneaded, her breast, and finally came to a conclusion.

'So, she really isn't wearing a bra!'

Though he had already guessed as much from their hug, he still confirmed it. Then, as he continued to squeeze, his fingers suddenly brushed against a small, firm protrusion. Instantly recognizing what it was, an even stronger, almost irresistible urge to press and explore it surged through him.

'Is she feeling this?!'

But as that thought crossed his mind, the potential complications of the situation hit him.