#2

  My sister sat on the couch in her birthday suit as if she owned the world.

  Well, probably she thought she was the only one in the house right now.

  To make things worse, she even chose to sit on the side where she was slightly facing the stairs.

  She probably hasn’t seen me yet due to the shadow that covered me. I almost forgot to breathe; my body unmoving. I wanted to avert my eyes- my morality screaming at me.

  Her movements were nguid and drawn out, bending over to dry her legs and feet. And as if she knew I was there, she was even giving me a full view of her round ass, and her thick bia between her thighs when she stood up, bending to grab the remote of the TV.

  She plugged the fsh drive she was holding on the right side of the TV before moving graciously onto the couch.

  Who would want to watch TV on the sa while naked?

  I thought.

  Is she that zy?

  Well, my sister is usually zy but not this zy…at least do that in your room!

  I shook my head in helplessness, but my surprise had yet to end.

  Suddenly, when I was about to turn around and go back to my room, at least give my adorable sister a moment of peace, I stopped - a loud moan echoed in the living room.

  When I turned my head around in instinct, I was shocked by what I’d seen.

  What she was watching was not a movie, but rather, a pornographic film.

  And what kind of taste does she even have?

  Unlike the gorgeous young teen or the handsome actors with big spears, I was accustomed to, what she was watching now was a pornographic film of a wrinkly old woman sucking a young man’s short, pinky-sized prick with a deranged expression.

  Even for me, that was quite hardcore.

  The old woman was not ugly, but she can’t also be considered beautiful either.

  With a pin, old wrinkly face, she made her face frightening with that cock-starving expression she had on her face.

  She’s really scary- like a deranged starving beast mauling its prey.

  Was she like, sixty-something, or seventy… whatever…

  Still, the fact that the young man wasn't even the least bit hard yet didn't seem to matter to the old woman, who began furiously sucking and licking up and down the length of his dick right as though she needed it to live, was amazingly a turn off.

  She was even burying her face in the young man’s crotch she was pleasuring as if it was the first and the st meal she would ever get.

  The young man even looked as if he was being forced into it…

  What had the world turned into…?

  I smiled wryly at the lewd scene pying on the television.

  I then noticed my sister was now lying down on her stomach and stretching her arms and legs.

  She sighed deeply and rexed, spreading her thighs open and drawing her knees up slightly.

  She folded her arms beneath her head, breathing deeply, rhythmically, her chest rising and falling slowly.

  I knew Sarah was sexy, but this was amazing.

  I don’t want to see such scary porn.

  Fortunately, it’s easy to filter out my surroundings because my sister’s amazing body is like a torch in a field of darkness.

  It didn’t take long for me to have my entire attention on her.

  Honestly, I already knew my sister was a pervert.

  This is already a common thing for me.

  Of course, she would usually do it quietly inside her room, especially if our mom was at home.

  However, there were also days like this when she would free herself from any restriction and be vocal as much as she wanted. This especially happens when she believes she’s alone.

  Although she’s a pervert through and through, she’s not the way you think she is.

  There’s a reason for that… I just don’t know if it’s valid or not, though.

  Anyway, she’s not that much of a pervert…or a starving sex ghost.

  At least, for me, she’s not a pervert by choice.

  If she did, then all men can be said to be perverts.

  But I truly think that masturbation is natural.

  In the first pce, my sister might be beautiful and have an incredible body that would put models to shame. But as far as I know, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend.

  Perhaps, that’s why her desire accumuted, and she vented all of it in pleasuring herself.

  Right at this moment.

  But why does she not find a lover that could satisfy her, when she’s got the face and assets for it?

  If she did, men who would want it would cover the entire continent of Asia.

  Well, the reason was the strange state of this world.

  Or rather, perhaps, what you call the strange concept of this world?

  Unlike the one you might know of, or have gotten used to, the men in this world are too traditional, and well, very, very shy. Some were even absolutely, don’t have an interest on sexual desires.

  While, on the other hand, women were much more aggressive, always thinking about sex and stuff.

  So, men don’t like associating with the always horny female wolves, probably fear or distrust, or complete disinterest, and rather mingle with their kind instead.

  …eh?

  You must be wondering what’s going on here.

  Well, I guess, I can tell you, this world is a parallel world- completely different from the normal world to which you and I had been accustomed.

  It's a strange world, inside and out.

  The world I remembered, and the world I was living now, were like two peas in a pod. But the interior and their constitution were completely different from each other.

  In simple terms… I seemed to have been transferred into a different world.

  A world with a skewed and strange culture and values.

  Completely different from the society of the world I came from- in both values and morals.

  Somehow, for some unknown reason, everything regarding lust and sexual values has been, well, mostly reversed between men and women.

  Women had the most interest in sex. Instead of men being the ones controlled by their sexual urges.

  Women buy porn magazines and even watched porn 24/7. On the other hand, men instead became herbivores who were afraid and shy to even talk to the opposite gender.

  Women are the ones who molest or rape men in a dark alley.

  Women are the ones who ask the man out and should. and need to do the first move in a retionship.

  Completely reverse in mindset and belief- it’s not as simple as that. Not just their thinking, but even their actions are completely skewed.

  When I went to the hospital to check on my head injury, the female nurses and doctors are the ones who try to take advantage of me, call out to me, flirt, and stuff, like that.

  And there are even women who would suddenly go topless in the street, while men would scream in disgust, and run away, blushing… which is pretty hirious, by the way.

  As for how this happened- I don't know. I'm still figuring that part.

  Was I transported into another world?

  Or did I die in my previous life, and was reincarnated into a different person, from a different world? And I just happened to awaken my memories of my previous life by accident.

  Anyway, I'm still not quite sure what it was among these two.

  When I woke up, with my head wrapped in bandages, the world had already changed.

  The st time I remember in my previous world is that I was wasted and drunk after hanging out and drinking with my friends and went home, sleeping.

  I’m pretty sure I didn’t die, killed, or had an accident or anything… at least, I don’t remember dying.

  I got confused about this change, for a long while.

  Identity Crisis, you call it.

  Got scared. Nervous. Fear or anxiety flooded every part of my being. As well as, greed and lust, of course, when I realized and understood the situation of this new world.

  New feelings woke up inside me.

  Emotions, and desires that I thought never existed.

  Some part of me wanted to run around and mess with girls- thinking that I would be able to do what I wanted if I took advantage of this.

  But there’s also this world’s counterpart of me who thinks such things are disgusting and shameless…!

  I was completely torn apart at the start… but by now, I was able to come to terms.

  Well, I guess you can call it calming down.

  Nevertheless, there were still a few times when I felt as if I would suddenly turn into someone else. Either, the herbivore persona, or the aggressive, and desire-pgued existence.

  Honestly, I don't know which one is real and my truest self, anymore.

  However, fortunately, more or less, I was able to bance things out.

  I got to live, after all.

  With much effort, I was able to calm the beast that seemed to have awakened inside of me.

  Cringey, isn’t it?

  Well, because of this, I was able to understand women and their odd, perverted nature to some extent.

  Because I was like that before, as well… at least in my previous world.

  Even now, when my sister was having a good time pleasuring herself, I felt like it was just a natural behavior.

  I was not even disgusted by it. And I felt cool with it…even to the point of amusement.

  Of course, I felt bad watching her like this, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  So, I watched… quietly.

  I saw Sarah rolled over onto her back, keeping her legs spread wide, so that I could see her clit which seemed pink and engorged and I noticed the muscles in her inner thighs quivered slightly.

  She ran her hands over her full breasts, massaging them roughly, her hands squeezing firmly the delicate flesh, stopping every few minutes to pinch and roll her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs.

  She arched her back up, her eyes closed, licking her lips as she stimuted her beautiful breasts.

  She was enjoying herself immensely. And my heart was beating like crazy to see my sister pying with herself in such a sexy way.

  I walked down the stairs quietly.

  Still, she hasn’t noticed me yet, probably because her focus was entirely on the television.

  She didn’t even hear me coming down when I was not completely killing the sounds of my footsteps. So, whatever happened now, is not my fault. She’s the one who didn’t hear me…

  I moved to the side where I could see quite clearly between her shapely thighs, and my breath caught as I saw how swollen her lips were.

  A light gze of her juices coated her lips, slowly dribbling down to her clit.

  She began to grind her hips downward, into the couch, letting out a low moan of pleasure.

  I bit my lip, trying to keep silent as I watched, although I had the urge to make my presence known, I didn’t. It was amusing and interesting at the same time to see my sister pleasure herself.

  I was very aroused, my cock hard and twitching.

  Sarah continued, oblivious to my presence, running her hands down her soft belly while watching and enjoying the pornographic film, caressing her lovely skin, and tracing circles around her belly button with her fingertips.

  I kept watching intently as she rubbed and squeezed her inner thighs.

  She moaned again, this time louder.

  My sister was so wet that her pussy was pouring a flow of her sweet honey down her ass and soaking the couch underneath her.

  She slid her fingers up and down her slit, then spread her lips further open, rubbing the tip of her throbbing clit with her finger and gasping, her hips jerking up.

  I was shaking with desire, my mouth watering as my sister dipped her finger inside her hot cunt.

  When she withdrew her finger, it was dripping with her juices.

  She ran her wet finger around her hard clit in small circles, teasing herself.

  Sarah then slid her fingers back down, and this time penetrated her pussy with two fingers. Again, she drew her dripping fingers up to her clit.

  But just as she was to do it, suddenly her head turned violently at me.

  I could see her face turned pale and her eyes widened in shock.

  We looked at each other for a few minutes- like statues, before suddenly my sister jumped out off the couch like a cat that had its tail stepped on and screamed,

  “You- you, you! What the fuck are you doing here?!”