#15

  The movie I was watching was familiar.

  Though the characters are completely way different.

  The female protagonist was suddenly transported into the nd of the dead by accident after hitting her head, and somehow encounters a woman, a down-on-her-luck skeleton.

  The female skeleton offers to bring the protagonist to the most well-known man in the nd of the dead in exchange for the protagonist pcing her photo on an altar during the upcoming All Souls Day so she can visit her son before he forgets her, which would cause the female skeleton to fade from existence.

  The movie pys almost simir to how the movie would have been in my memory. I watched attentively as the female skeleton brought the protagonist to her friend to borrow a guitar - only to witness something heartbreaking.

  “...Wait... what happened?”

  “She's been forgotten. When there's no one left in the living world who remembers you, you disappear from this world. We call it the Final Death.”

  “Where did she go?”

  “No one knows.”

  “But I've met her! I could remember her when I go back.”

  “No. It doesn't work like that, my dear. Our memories, have to be passed down by those who knew us in life - in the stories they tell about us. But there's no one left alive to pass down Lina’s stories….”

  As I was getting into it, my cell phone rang.

  [Love, where are you now? Lay is here. Should I ask her to pick you up?]

  [No, my sis is driving me there.]

  [Oh, ok. Take care.]

  “Are you ready?”

  My attention shifted to the source of the voice, and there was Sarah, coming down the stairs.

  She was wearing a tight t-shirt that showcased her bountiful breasts. Her dark hair cascaded well past her shoulders.

  She walked towards me with a certain confidence that I found incredibly attractive. Well, she has always been beautiful in my eyes. The no-make up face made her even more beautiful.

  Hanging from her left hand was a leather jacket, the kind that you would see a member of a biker gang wearing. In her right hand, she twirled a set of keys around her finger with a practiced ease. I couldn't help but smile at her interesting style and mannerisms.

  "Hey there," I said, nodding in her direction.

  She looked at me and smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Before I knew what was happening, she wrapped her right arm around my shoulders, pulling me over to her and pcing a kiss on my forehead.

  "Let's go," she said, her voice low and sultry. “Mom, we’re going!”

  “Ok, be careful. And Sarah, remember to drive properly!” my mom’s voice came out from the kitchen. Her head then poked out from the door and looked at us, “Take care of your brother!”

  “You don’t need to tell me that,” Sarah replied nonchantly.

  "You too, Al. By the way, you’re wearing one, right?" she asked.

  I wondered what she was talking about, but then I realized soon after.

  "I am. See?"

  I lifted my shirt to show her that I was really wearing one- a sports bra.

  "You don’t need to show me!" she grumbled with a red face.

  I let out a ugh.

  "You naughty child."

  Mom rolled her eyes at me, but then she walked towards me and fixed my colr. She gently stroked my cheeks with her thumb before giving me a serious look.

  "Okay, behave there. Don’t follow any strangers, understand?" she said.

  "I will," I replied, pressing my face against her boobs when she hugged me.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, and somehow, my hand moved almost subconsciously, grabbing her soft buttocks. Honest, that was never my intention.

  As if she didn’t notice anything, Mom hugged me tighter before she released me and cpped my cheeks in both of her hands.

  "Be careful and have fun," she said.

  "I will," I replied, pnting a kiss on her cheek before heading out the door.

  I followed Sarah to the garage.

  We had two cars in it: one belonged to Sarah, and the other, I assumed, belonged to my mother.

  "Come in," Sarah said, as she opened the door of the car for me.

  I got in.

  I actually wanted to ask if I can drive. But thinking about it, I never drive a car before, so it would be weird if I suddenly showed that I could. And besides, I doubt Sarah would let me drive.

  Sarah settled into the driver's seat.

  “Fasten your seatbelt,” she said, and I did.

  When I was done, she suddenly crawled up to me to adjust the seatbelt, her plump chest right in front of me, her nipples sticking to the fabric.

  “Do it tight,” she said.

  As Sarah adjusts my seatbelt, I feel a mixture of surprise and discomfort at her proximity.

  I can't help but notice that she's not wearing a bra, and her nipples are visible through her shirt.

  I quickly look away, trying to act nonchant as she finishes up and returns to her seat.

  Once we're both buckled in, Sarah starts the car and pulls out of the garage.

  We drive in silence for a few minutes, the atmosphere between us palpable. I'm not sure what to make of what just happened, and I can feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

  Finally, Sarah speaks up.

  "I hope that wasn't too weird for you," she says, gncing over at me. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe and secure."

  I shake my head, still feeling a bit flustered.

  "No, it's fine. Thanks for checking."

  Sarah nods, and we fall into a comfortable silence once again.

  I can't help but steal gnces at her as we drive, taking in her curves and the way her hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders.

  “So, you’re going to Rodrigo’s house?”

  “Yeah, he said it’s been a long while since we st saw each other. He wants to catch up.”

  “Well, I guess you can unwind for a bit. You’ve been holing yourself inside the house since vacation started. Going outside is good for a change.” she muttered.

  “You think so?”

  Sarah looked at me and said, “Yeah. But remember, only at Rodrigo’s house. If you go somewhere else, tell me beforehand.”

  “...I’m not a kid.”

  I gred at her.

  Sarah focuses her line of sight on the road. However, her right hand slowly left the steering wheel and went to settle down on my thigh.

  “I know you’re not,” she said. “And I am not trying to stop you from having fun… I’m just, you know, I’m worried about you. The world is not as peaceful and harmless as you might think it is.”

  She said as she began to slowly and softly rub my leg.

  I look at her weirdly, feeling the incredible sensation coursing through my body. But I didn’t stop her and turned my head on the car window, looking outside, observing the topsy-turvy world around me.

  Through the car window, I could see a diverse mix of vehicles, including cars, trucks, motorcycles, and bicycles, all navigating their way to various destinations. And fun fact? Every vehicle is driven by women. I had never seen a man driving, any kind of vehicle.

  Pedestrians can be spotted crossing streets or walking along sidewalks, sometimes accompanied by pets. Not too different from the world he knows about.

  But it’s not all the same.

  I saw men pushing baby carriages, a sight that was once- well usually, reserved for women. On every street corner, women cd in construction helmets and overalls were hard at work, building and creating.

  What truly caught my attention, however, was the way that men and women were dressed.

  The men mostly wore frilly dresses, skirts, and crop tops that revealed much of their skin. They walked with a confident stride, showing off their legs and midriffs with pride.

  On the other hand, most women wore baggy clothes, which were casual and comfortable. They wore pants and jeans, not seeming to care about showing off their bodies. Some women were even moving topless, not caring that they were showing their breasts. But strangely enough, no one seemed to care, not even men bat an eyelid.

  Then I remembered one of the strange things about this world.

  The strange sense of beauty and appeal.

  Although the face is usually the least considered factor for beauty- most men still consider a woman having a ft, dull face as more beautiful than what I believe, or perceived as a symbol of beauty- which a sense I somehow retained from living in a simir but different world.

  Nevertheless, the body was most commonly a necessary factor to be appraised in terms of beauty.

  This is one of the biggest, and probably the strangest difference between this world and my previous world.

  In this world, men considered women to have rge breasts (-Beyond C cup) and rge buttocks, ugly and unattractive.

  It’s not about just being an opinion, but rather, a belief shared by the entire world.

  The ftter a girl, the thinner her body is, the more beautiful she is.

  That is why you can see models with ft chests all over the billboards, or advertising posters.

  You can rarely see someone who has rger breasts than C cup. There’s almost none. Still, most of them are beautiful. Rather, the level of women in this world is staggeringly high.

  Most couples wandering around the street are the same.

  Women had smaller and ftter chests, and the men fawned over them as if they wanted to worship the ground they stepped on. The men completely ignored the construction workers who were baring their incredibly rge breasts by going topless while working.

  Kind of weird.

  Just like this one couple walking hand in hand.

  The man wore a beautiful pink sundress, his hair, shoulder length was clipped with pink, artistic, flowery clips. The woman wore a pair of rugged jeans and a loose T-shirt.

  They looked happy and content, perfectly at ease with each other and their surroundings.

  It’s true love….

  “Are you angry?”

  As I was observing the people, mesmerized by the completely different scene, Sarah’s voice reached my ears.

  “...No.”

  “I’m sorry, okay. It’s not my intention to annoy you or try to control you. I just want to make sure…”

  “I know. And it’s fine.”

  I looked at her and met her eyes.

  “As I said, I’m not a kid anymore. I know what to do and what I should not do.”

  “Okay, that’s all I ask.”

  Sarah looked at me in appreciation before returning her focus to the road, driving with her left hand.

  Her right hand was still on my thigh, and she didn't seem to have any intention of removing it from there anytime soon.

  Well, no harm done, so I just let her be while I enjoyed the scenery.

  The number of cars started to increase, and our speed gradually slowed down. More and more made the traffic, and our speed was reduced to a turtle’s crawl.

  “There’s always traffic at this time of the day,” she said.

  I looked around the pce, sounds of horns and gears growling, when I noticed a truck driving next to us.

  Initially, I didn't think much of it until I felt Sarah start to rub my thigh gradually higher.

  I realized that the truck next to us was keeping pace with us and might be seeing what my sister was doing. It’s hard not to, of course, when the gss of her window is pulled down, and anyone can see what she is doing inside.

  Somehow, it turned me on knowing that this stranger - whoever it was - was watching and that Sarah must have known and must have been enjoying it as well.

  “Seriously? Here?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “Someone can see us.”

  “And so? Let them see…or does that bother you?”

  I gnced at the truck and back to Sarah, trying to gauge her intention.

  I could feel my heart racing a little, both from the excitement and the slight nervousness.

  I took a deep breath and said, "I guess not, as long as you're comfortable with it."

  Sarah gave me a sly smile and squeezed my thigh.

  "But make sure you keep your eyes on the road"

  "Don't you worry about that" she answered with a grin.

  The thrill of possibly being watched added to the already intense attraction and connection I felt with my sister.

  My body was responding to her touch, and I could feel myself getting turned on.

  We continued driving, the traffic inching forward slowly.

  I couldn't help but sneak gnces over at the truck, wondering if the driver was watching or if it was all in my head. Either way, the thought of it was exhirating.

  Sarah continued to rub my thigh, moving her hand higher and higher until I could feel her fingers brushing against the edge of my shorts.

  I squirmed in my seat, both embarrassed and excited by the situation.

  “Al,” suddenly, as I was enjoying her touch, Sarah turned toward me.

  I looked at her and she gave me this stare that I swear I could never forget.

  There was lust in her look. A desire fshing in her eyes. Obsession dying her pupils. It was almost as though she was ripping my clothes off with her eyes.

  “Can you give me a favor?” she said.

  “What?”

  “Lick me.”

  And my thoughts stilled.