[LN] Ore no Imouto ga Saikou no Okazu datta - Volume 1 - Chapter 13

 Chapter 13 - Even Girls Like Sex

 As I headed for the station, I was surprised at how many people were there. I had just finished my short-term summer job as a live music staff member, and the time was about twenty-one o'clock. The problem seemed to be that the train was so crowded that the people on the platform could not get on.

 I peeked inside the train and saw a few women dressed in yukata here and there. Apparently there was a fireworks display nearby and they were just caught in the rush to get home.

 It was not far from my hometown, but the train itself was delayed, so I could not predict how long it would take me to get home. In addition, the express train would have taken me to my hometown, but today, the train is only running at each station. The congestion from the fireworks display would not have caused such a large-scale response, but it seems that delays from other incidents have compounded the problem.

 I plunged into the crowded train, prepared to have my suit, which was covered in sweat, frayed. I was pushed in so tightly that I couldn't even hold on to the handrail, and I was standing there under pressure from the people around me. I moved as far as I could to the door side, keeping my luggage in front of me and my hands together so that I wouldn't be mistaken for a pervert.

 But with a train this packed, I doubt if coming by the door was the right thing to do. After two stations, I came to the wall, but being sandwiched by the hardness of the wall hurt more than being sandwiched by a human being. Even if I tried to space myself out with my energy, it only eased the pain of being hit by belts and other hard objects, but I couldn't seem to move from my shoulders to my arms.

 It was hot, humid, and painful, and on top of that, my legs were tired because of the train's repeated sudden stops. I can't wait to get home and go to Yamamoto-san's room the next day to heal.

"Nn......?"

 In the midst of all this, an unexpected event struck me. I felt a creeping sensation from behind me, as if someone was touching my buttocks. I thought maybe she was trying to lift a package and was forcing his hand into my ass, but then she started stroking my ass with both hands.

 This must be molestation. What should I do? I hope I'm mistaken. I'm a guy. But when she touches me so blatantly, I can't help but think that she is a pervert.

 But what should I do? When I think that the delayed train will be delayed even more because of me, I am afraid of complaints from passengers, and I even think that I should be the victim.

 If I just hold out for a few more stops, I can get off the train. I have to put up with at least getting my ass handed to me.

"What?

 Just as I was getting ready to do so, the pervert put his hands around my waist. She slips his hands into the space left by my arms, and this time, she lays his hands on the zipper of my pants. She seemed to be searching for the position of my pole with his fingertips, checking its shape. I felt a sense of disgust at the touch.

 I thought I was going to be able to do this. I was not uncomfortable with the situation, as I should have been. On the contrary, I even found the gentle stroking of his hand to be pleasant.

 No, I must not fall prey to this kind of play. No matter how distorted my sexuality may be, I should not be aroused by being molested by a stranger, who might be a man.

 My body did not move regardless of the tightness of my body, even though I thought so. A hint of curiosity mixed with fear. I wondered how good it would feel to have my secret parts teased by someone I had never met before. Such thoughts really made me unable to move, even though I made the excuse that I was "too scared to move."

 The molester's hands did not stop. She unzipped my pants and even opened the button of my trunks, completely aiming for my body. Using only the range of motion of his fingers and wrists, so as not to be noticed by those around him, his hand touched my meat pole.

"Oooh ...... phew ......."

 I am being touched by a raw penis. She picks at my rod with one finger and rubs the glans with the other. This is really bad. I am on the verge of an erection. The hand stroking my pole, the warmth of his body, the softness of his hand, gives me irresistible pleasure.

 The pervert puts his hand deep inside my pants. She checks the whole of my fig. With his entire palm and each finger, she strokes me from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my glans.

"......ooooo ......!"

 It felt so good, I was about to let out a scream. If this was a man, I'd already opened the door to a world I'd never known before. But even considering my limited experience, the slender shape of her hands and the softness of her skin made it hard to believe that she was a man. Somehow, I also feel a soft touch against my back. I think these are a woman's boobs.

 I mean, think about it calmly. It's impossible for a pervert to go this far. In this crowded place, he took the trouble to stick behind me, and touched my dick without hesitation. Moreover, his hand has already started to rub my stupid breath.

"Aggghh ......ii......!"

 It feels good. I feel it with the slightest movement of my wrist, without being noticed by the others. This can't be the work of a man. Or rather, I can't think of anyone else who would do such a thing but that man.

"Haa...... haa......!"

 Yamamoto-san is posing as a strange pervert.

 Come to think of it, the last time Yamamoto-san played a naughty prank on me, it was suddenly from behind at school, and she was also flirting with me in the fitting room of a shopping mall.

 Yamamoto-san, don't you like this kind of outside play too much? She looks like a purist, but she has a lot of experience. On the other hand, she has a pure-hearted side, but her play is perverted. I have no idea what Yamamoto-san sexual preferences are. One thing I can say, however, is.

"Oh ...... good ......!"

 Anyway, my groin is filled with pleasure. Yamamoto-san hand coats the entire area with the pre-ejaculate overflowing from the bell mouth and carefully massages it from the callus to the back muscles. I was about to ejaculate right away. This pleasure was the proof that it was Yamamoto-san.

I was about to ejaculate right away. Soon..."

 Finally, the next stop. The next station was the one where I would get off.

 The pervert pulled my pole back for the time being, but still did not move away from me.

 Passengers were getting off from the door on the other side of the train, and the crowded train was eased to the point where it was almost full. But, fortunately or unfortunately, the population density remained high only near the doors because of the people who entered the car and did not proceed to the back of the train.

 Of course, the pleasure torture from the molester, or rather Yamamoto-san, continued. She kept on stimulating me by dragging my pole out of my pants with the force of rubbing it against the door.

 If we were not careful, we would be charged with indecent exposure. I was sure that Yamamoto-san was aware of his surroundings, but I could not move my head enough to do so, so I was simply terrified.

 And that sense of fear and guilt heightened my sexual arousal. I can't believe I'm getting a hand job in such a public place.

 I know they know I can't ejaculate, which is why they're doing it here. What is Yamamoto-san going to do if I can't hold back anymore and spray semen on the wall right here?

"Ahhh ...... hah ......!"

 Yamamoto-san's grip on the meat stick has become tighter. She gives me a hard hand job combined with a snap with his wrist.

"Fuuuuuck......gggghh......!!!"

 My voice trails off. It feels so good, I feel like I'm going crazy.

"Soon..."

 The conductor announces. My stiff erection, which had been violated in the train, was finally released at that moment.

 The train was slowing down and was about to enter the station platform. The second problem I noticed. If I got off the train at the station with my erection at such a maximum, my crotch would stand out. If I was not careful, I might get caught for another molestation charge at that point.

 I got off with the flow of passengers, stood behind a pillar so that people going to the ticket gate would not see my crotch, and waited until people were cleared from the platform.

"Oh, it's you, Sotomichi-kun. What a coincidence, here at this place."

"What a coincidence. ...... I was really surprised to see you."

 As I had expected, Yamamoto-san appeared in front of me. If it wasn't for Yamamoto-san, I would have thrown away half of my life.

"You look amazing."

 Yamamoto-san looked at his pantyhose slacks and chuckled.

"That's because someone's playing perverted."

"Eh. Sotomichi-kun was happy too, wasn't she? She was dripping so much juice."

"Ugh. ......."

 I can't argue with that point. I was enjoying myself too, so I guess it was a win-win situation.

"Sotomichi-kun, do you ride your bicycle on the way home?"

"I'm taking the bus today. I don't want to do too much exercise in my suit."

"Then we can go home together."

 Yamamoto-san walked alongside me. The guy walking next to me is the kind of guy who carries a bag in front of him to hide his erection, but she doesn't care about that either.

"Do you like that kind of thing, Yamamoto-san?"

 I decided to ask Yamamoto-san on the way to the bus stop. It's important to understand each other's sexual preferences if our sexual relationship is going to deepen in the future.

"Sotomichi-kun is the only person I've ever had sex with outside of your house, right? Well, it's not that I haven't thought about doing it. In fact, some of us have gone out even though we're outside the house."

 I see. So even if they tried, they all ejaculate before they get to play, and as a result, they couldn't do it? I'm not sure if it was Takanami's senpai or Suzuhara, who would come just by having their breath blown in their ears. It must be true that they couldn't do it even if they wanted to.

"That's why I like ......, right?"

"I see. Well, I like you, too."

"I see. I thought so."

 Yamamoto-san smiles happily. This smile always soothes me.

"There's a line for the bus."

 We made it to the bus stop, but there were not a few people waiting in line. I'm not even out of my hard-on yet, but I'm afraid to move with this crowd.

"It's a little further back, but the one at the other end of the line won't have too many people on it."

"I see. Then let's take that one."

 As Yamamoto-san suggested, I boarded the bus with Yamamoto-san. There were only a few passengers sitting in chairs on the front side. In this situation, with my bag covering the rise between my legs, it was best not to have any people.

 We lined up in the very back seat. It takes about fifteen minutes to get from the bus stop to the house, depending on the traffic. The bus left on time, but no one got on after us. The bus was so quiet that I was hesitant to speak to anyone.

"By the way, how long are you going to stay like that, Sotomichi-kun?"

 Yamamoto-san spoke in a whispering voice and poked at my leftover tent.

"This is ...... not a natural fit, or ......."

 After what he did to me, I was pretty horny. I'm sure it will shrink a bit during the bus ride, but the only way to completely vent is to ejaculate.

"Do you want to let it out?"

 Yamamoto-san asks in a small voice, keeping her face hidden.

"What, how, how do you ......?"

"I don't know. But if you do, I think you have to do it the way Sotomichi-kun wants to do it."

 Do as I want? I wonder how far that is allowed.

"Is it ...... that ...... you can do that ...... now or ......?"

"If Sotomichi-kun says now, then I guess it's now."

 Yamamoto-san stares at me agitatedly. But he doesn't move his body. She waits for my command.

"Then, if I say with my mouth, will you do it for me ......?"

"Hmm? You want me to give you a blowjob here?"

"Well, I guess that's what I'm going to do."

 I said. There were other customers in the car.

"Okay."

 Yamamoto-san puts his hands on the seat and leans in close to me. With his arms bent and his mouth on my crotch if I get down, Yamamoto-san stops moving again.

 This is waiting for me to undress him. I can't believe I'm about to expose my secret parts again in a public place.

"Here, this is ......."

 I lowered my zipper and peeked my glans through the slit of my trunks, which had been left open. The air conditioning in the bus made my crotch feel soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good.

"Can I suck this in my mouth?"

 Yamamoto-san asks in a faint voice that sounds like he's just letting off a breath.

"I sweated so much today, so it's not very pretty. ......"

 My body right now is anything but flattering clean. I'm covered in sweat from working long hours, and this pubic area, which has been smeared with pre-cum from the handjob I just got on the train, is filled with the smell of sweat and semen.

"But Sotomichi-kun, you want me to suck it, don't you?"

 My heart throbbed, and at the same time, my penis jumped. I don't like the idea of letting him suck my sweat-stained meat stick, but when he said it again, I felt compelled to let him.

"As for you, Yamamoto-san, is it okay?"

"If Sotomichi-kun says to do it, I'll do it."

 Yamamoto-san was only passive. It was Yamamoto-san who asked me out, but this made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

 But to stop him after all this time would ruin the atmosphere. I'm sure Yamamoto-san wouldn't want that either.

"Well then, suck on this."

"Yes. I understand."

 Yamamoto-san followed my order like an obedient servant. I lowered my head and brought my lips close to her exposed genitals in the bus.

"Ahhhhhh!"

 The moist mucous membrane envelops my figurine, which is now released outside.

 Inside the bus, where only the sound of the bus engine and the noise of the cars running next to us drifted in erratically, Yamamoto-san sucked my penis into his mouth. She opens his mouth wide and deliberately sticks out his tongue long enough to show me how he licks my penis.

 My eyes were glued to Yamamoto-san as she sucked my cock in such an obscene manner. Yamamoto-san lightly pursed his lips and licked off the dirt on the epidermis of my penis as if she was putting on a condom with his mouth.

 Yamamoto-san was also looking at me. She glared at me with sideways glances, making me look bad to no end. The sensation of being forced to suck his cock was titillating.

"Nnnn...... chupuppuppuppu."

 Yamamoto-san looked up as the bus came to a stop. A person standing at the bus stop climbs into the car. Yamamoto-san's eyes narrowed and his stare at me intensified.

"That's a terrible semen smell."

"Ugh ...... sorry ......."

 No matter how meticulously a man washes his V-line, she will always have a mysterious semen smell when she sweats, especially if she ejaculates day after day. It is not clear whether the habit of ejaculating affects the sweat glands, but a steamed pubic area in this hot weather was supposed to have a very male smell. Still, Yamamoto-san had a wanton look in his eyes.

"If I ask you to suck me again, will you do it?"

 The old woman who boarded the train sat in the front priority seat. No one was yet in sight of the back seat.

"Blowjob, do you want me to continue?''

 Yamamoto-san asked, and I nodded after making sure no one had moved from the front seat.

"Nnh. I can't help it."

 Yamamoto-san resumed his service to my meat pole again, interspersed with questions and answers that probably made no sense. She held my pants down at the base and let the entire rod of his penis completely out. Then, instead of taking it in his mouth, she stroked it around with his tongue.

"Hah ...... ahhh ...... ugh ......!"

 The stimulation was reduced, but the pleasure was rather increased by the heightened sense of exposure. In the two chairs in front of the three seats, a young man in a suit, who appeared to be a newcomer to the workforce, was playing a game. He was wearing earphones, so even if his voice leaked out a little, she wouldn't be heard, but his back was tingling as if he might gasp loudly if she wasn't careful.

 Every once in a while, Yamamoto-san dared to suck his penis with air, just in time for the moment when the bus engine started. The sizzling sound echoed in his ears, and his heart rate rose quickly at the sound, which felt louder depending on his concentration.

"Ugh...... nn...... Yamamoto......-san......!"

 I finally couldn't hold back any longer and touched Yamamoto-san's tits. She was wearing nothing but a bra under her T-shirt. If I put my fingers between the cups, I could even touch her nipples.

"Jiggle, jiggle, chupu ....... Mmmm. Sketchy."

 Yamamoto-san stares at me with loose cheeks.

"If you want to touch me so badly, why don't you take it off?''

 It was a devilish temptation. The bus speeding through the short traffic jam in front of the station would reach the nearest bus stop in less than another five minutes. Pushed by a mysterious impatience, I quickly unhooked Yamamoto-san's bra. And as if to match, Yamamoto-san dexterously ran her arms inside her T-shirt and pulled out only her bra.

 The bra, folded in two, was deposited in her handless left hand. Even I, who am used to seeing Miyu's bra, was astonished at the size of it. But what was more astonishing was what the cups were supporting: the T-shirt was bending under the weight of her tits, and only the tips of her nipples were bulging out, as if to point out where they were.

 It was too erotic. I couldn't hold back any longer. I put my hands under the hem of her T-shirt and squeezed her tits, not caring that she was half naked.

 Yamamoto-san didn't complain, didn't move, and just kept licking my penis with a contemptuous look in her eyes. From the outside, I must have looked like a man who took away a girl's underwear and squeezed her breasts while forcing her to suck his cock. My arousal reached a climax at the sight of Yamamoto-san being disheveled, forced to suck a dirty stick, and humiliated in a public place.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

 She was staring at me while doing erotic things. The situation was like having sex with Miyu. The moment I realized that, my desire to ejaculate popped all at once.

"Ughhhhhh... ......!"

 That was just before we arrived at the next bus stop. I couldn't even declare to Yamamoto-san that I was going to ejaculate because I was going to gasp if I tried to speak, so I ejaculated my semen into his oral cavity without his permission. Thump, thump, thump, thick semen was sent into Yamamoto-san mouth again and again. Yamamoto-san was surprised and frowned, but she kept sucking my penis even in the midst of passengers getting on the bus, because she would have soiled the seat if he took his mouth off.

 I was not allowed to put my bra back on until I finished ejaculating, and I waited, terrified by the sound of passengers' footsteps walking to the backseat. Eventually, when my pole stopped contracting my muscles, Yamamoto-san hurriedly raised herself up.

 The couple who boarded the train were seated one seat in front of the last section and were close together. I zipped up my pants and hid my bra behind me, hiding it well behind the back of the seat in front of me.

"Muuuuu............uuu......!"

 Yamamoto-san looked like she was about to cry with my semen in her mouth. Even I wanted to throw up my semen, which tasted so bad, but she had ejaculated a lot of it without my permission. Even Yamamoto-san could not swallow it without expression on his face.

 But that didn't make him look angry. While the couples were making out in front of me, Yamamoto-san opened his mouth to show me how much semen had been spewed into his mouth. The white liquid dripping from his sloppy palate filled the back of his throat.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Something to spit out. ......"

 As I hurriedly rummaged through my bag, Yamamoto-san stopped me and gulped it down with a gurgle.

"Ugh ...... phew ...... hah ............ of... ...I drink it."

 For some reason, Yamamoto-san looks very proud of himself and shows me his mouth, which is now empty.

"Um, ...... do you have ...... water?"

 I glanced at the plastic bottle I was about to take out of my bag, and Yamamoto-san's immediate response was, "Yes, I have some." Within seconds of handing it over, the PET bottle, which was more than half full of water, came back empty. It seemed that he was still not used to drinking my semen.

"Thank you. That felt good."

"No, no, no. You're welcome."

 Yamamoto-san bowed and smiled. I noticed that he was back to his usual self.

"Next time."

 Yamamoto-san stretches her arm out in front of me and presses the get off button, her cleavage visible through the bust of her T-shirt, which reveals her cleavage without her bra, and I can't help but be taken aback by her gaze.

"Sotomichi-kun no ecchi."

 Yamamoto-san hugged her breasts with one arm to hide her boobs. There should have been a button closer, but I can't deny I'm naughty, so I apologize.

 After such an exchange, we came to the apartment where Yamamoto-san lives. Just before the automatic door was about to open, I took out Yamamoto-san's bra, which I had tucked away in my bag.

 When did I become such a pervert that I had molested a girl on the train and had women's underwear in my bag? It was all Yamamoto-san fault, though.

"Here, I'll give this back."

"Thanks. If she took it home with her, I was afraid she would mistake it for Miyu's and go away.

"As expected, it's not as big as Yamamoto-san's."

 Considering the gap between her small body and that of Yamamoto-san, she's more than Yamamoto-san.

"Then, it's late today, so I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah! You know what? Since we're here, why don't we stay over for a few days and have sex?"

"That's ...... a good idea. I have a few days before my next part-time job, so I'll bring you a change of clothes."

 So Yamamoto-san and I decided to break up. Come to think of it, I had gone to Yamamoto-san's room without a condom so far. Even last time I was going to do it if I got the flow, but I forgot. I have to buy some now.

"Huh? Sotomichi-kun's way home, was it that way?"

 Yamamoto-san was suspicious because I had taken a different path than usual to stop at a nearby convenience store.

"Yeah, that's it. ......."

 I should probably be honest about the fact that I didn't bring a rubber last time either. I have no intention of forcing him to cum inside me, no matter how many pills I'm taking, but it wouldn't make a good impression. However, I can't think of a good enough excuse to get out of it.

"Rubber, I thought I'd buy one. I'm sorry I didn't, you know, bring it with me last time. I'm afraid I'll forget again, so I'll buy some while I'm at it."

"Oh ...... I see. ......."

 Yamamoto-san listened to my words and thought for a while.

"Actually, I've never bought anything for myself before."

 Yamamoto-san approached me with a ruffled look on her face.

"Do you want to take a look at the ...... section?"

 Yamamoto-san was so inspired that I ended up inviting her to join me. I know that condoms are displayed in the daily necessities section of convenience stores, and I don't think they are rare or unusual, but I doubt that I will ever have the experience of going to look at condoms as a couple.

 I could say that because I was dealing with Yamamoto-san.

"Yeah. I'd like to see it. With Sotomichi-kun."

 Yamamoto-san stuffed her bra into her pouch, came up next to me, and then held my hand.

"Well, then, let's go buy some rubbers together."

 Then we went to the convenience store, hand in hand.

 We didn't let go of each other's hands until we had both put our shopping bags down and walked out of the store.

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