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After I graduated from high school, I decided not to go to college or university. I wanted to earn money and see the world, because I thought I am good at English. But before looking for a job, I wanted to spend some time in Tokyo. I grew up in Osaka and the Kansai area is pretty familiar to me. But Tokyo was something different, more modern, and more international. My 18 months older brother went to university in Tokyo and he allowed me to stay in his small flat. It had two small tatami rooms, each with 6 tatami mats, one kitchen/dining room and a bath. Even though our family cannot be considered ?poor?, our dad did not give my brother, his name is Yuta, much allowance. ?You need to work, to see how it feels to earn your own money!? When I went to live with him, I had no idea what work he was doing, but I was soon to find out. On my third day at his place I found this white plastic bottle beside his futon while cleaning his room. It was a bottle for medical pills and had the name of a well-known hospital on the label. But instead the name of the drug and a description about the dose, it only had the following number hand-written on it: D75-33b7 I shook the bottle and heard the dry rattling sound of a few large pills bouncing off the walls. It contained ten elongated pink pills. I didn?t think much about it and nearly forgot to ask him. But after our dinner (we had Oyako-don) I asked him ?You sick?? ?Hnnn nnn.? He made a negative sound while shoving the next portion of chicken into his mouth. He eats a lot. I propped my elbows on the table and leaned forward. ?But what about those pills?? ?Work.? And he continued chewing without looking up. ?Work?? He gulped the rice down with some Oolong tea. ?Clinical trial?stupid.? ?I am not stupid!...Just because I am 18 months younger than you!? I always have hated it when he called me that. Memories of our fights as kids erupted in me. Memories, in which he always had won the fight. ?Calm down sweety?just kidding?.it is easy money, you see?? ?What?? ?Those trials!? He raised his eyebrows. He cleared his throat and sounded like a doctor. ?Phase III clinical trials. Volunteers take some pills, write a report how they feel, and get a check-up in regular intervals.? His voice became normal again. ??. and I earn tons of money.? ?But isn?t it dangerous?? I was astonished at my concern for him. A few years ago I couldn?t have cared less if he had wanted to kill himself, but now I felt worried. ?Look, those pills have been tested in animals?.no side effects?.then, they test them with healthy people.? He pounded his chest with his fist. ?Guys like me!? I could not help but acknowledge that he really looked healthy. He had been in a rugby team in high school and ran long distance. His eyes were sharp and his whole body radiated confidence and power. He was full of energy. Thinking about it, maybe that was why I didn?t like him that much. He had finished dinner, got up to his room and came back with the bottle. ?Here, I show you.? He popped a pill and drank a glass of water afterwards. I couldn?t help şişli escort staring at him. I knew that pills don?t work right away, but I somehow expected he would turn green, or stopped breathing, or started convulsing. ?When did you start this time?? ?Two days ago. They always give 12 days worth of pills and I have to count them every day to make sure they don?t get lost, or I take too many.? He changed to the lecturer voice again. ?This one has to be taken once a day, after dinner, with 200 ml of water.? After a pause he added ?Did you see any difference in me?? ?No, you are as arrogant as ever!? and I went to my room, hearing him laugh a short, rough laugh. I heard him preparing the bath and after he had his soak, which took 20 minutes or so, I relaxed in the hot water. When I got out and dressed in my pajama, the light in his room was off and I heard his snoring. I browsed the internet, chatted a bit with friends and just as I was about to call it a day, I heard strange sounds from his room. ?What are you doing?? Was he talking on the phone? ?Get off me!!? No, there could not be any other person in his room. Suddenly he pushed the door open and stomped into the living room. I jerked up from my seat and I just wanted to scold him ?Hey, don?t scare me!? when I saw this funny expression on his face. Half troubled, half excited. ?Don?t do it, mom!? He was walking around the table, waving his arm behind him, as if his mom was chasing him. I was stunned. I had never seen anyone sleepwalking before. He was on his second round around the table when I got up and stood in his way, stretching my arms to the front to stop him. The impact was stronger than I expected and it pushed my arms apart and he bounced into me. Luckily, this stopped him. ?Hey cool down, it me, Aki, you sis!? He still seemed to be asleep. ?Don?t do it mom, please! What shall I do?? He trembled. For the first time, I felt sympathy welling up in me. I wrapped my arms around him and told him in a motherly voice ?I am not doing anything. Relax.? To my surprise, my voice had an immediate effect. His breath slowly returned normal. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me and gently pressed my head against his chest ? my bro is a full head taller than me. It was a very embarrassing situation. Here I was with my brother, and I had never been embraced like this by him before. He usually, while awake, was an arrogant bully, but now he wanted me to comfort him. So I did what I had never done to him (but to a couple of my boyfriends): I stroked his back, while I listened to his frantic heartbeat and felt his muscular chest slowly heave. As he pressed himself against me, I could feel something else. Something that I had always enjoyed feeling with my boyfriends, or with the occasional one-night stand: his growing erection. It pressed through his boxer shorts against my tummy. But feeling this from my brother was so disgusting. I tried to push him away. But his embrace was too strong. I pounded his chest. ?Stop it!? Now he obeyed. ?Yes, mom!? he sounded like a mecidiyeköy escort 10 year old when he dropped his arms. I stepped back and could not help to see the huge bulge in his shorts. Just at the top of the buldge there was a tiny wet spot. I knew very well where that came from ? precum. But he was definitely still asleep. ?Go to bed?, I ordered him, but I could not take the eyes off his shorts while he turned around, went to his room and got down onto the futon. He turned on his back, and started snoring immediately. But his huge erection did not weaken a bit. In my confusion, I closed the door to his room and laid down in my own room, trying to find some sleep. ?Hi, sis! Get up!? It was his usual bully voice that woke me from a short sleep. ?I will be home as usual.? He barked. ?Can you do me a favor?? He stuck his head through my door. ?Throw the switch on the washing machine, will ?ya?? Ken was doing his own laundry, but he seemed to have no time that morning. ?Bye, sis!? and he threw the entrance door shut. I was baffled. He did not seem to remember the embarrassing moments last night. Had he been really that deep asleep? Against my conscience, I opened the washing machine. There was just one boxer shorts in it. I picked it up with the fingertips (which girl wants to touch her brother?s underwear?) and I saw a big stain on it?s front. I did not need to check any further. I immediately knew what it was. And it was a huge load! I dropped it abck into the machine and pushed the ?start? button. I don?t remember clearly what I did that day, but the images of the previous night with my bro were burned into my memory. His babbling about mom, his embrace, his immense erection and the huge load that he must have shot into his shorts during that night confused me. When he came back that evening he saw the dried boxer shorts on his chair. ?Thanks, sis.? ?Why do you make me switch on the machine just for one pair of pajama shorts?? I inquired. He sounded a bit sheepish when he said ?Well, they are my favorite ones!? Our routine was the same that evening. Dinner, bath, he swallowed his pill, and went to bed. I went to take a hot bath and then sat at the dinner table, not knowing what to do if he would come out of his room sleepwalking again. I was still deep in my thoughts when I heard him moan. ?Mom!......Mo-om?? I heard the rustling sound of his bed sheets and moments later the door to his room opened. He just stood in the frame, eyes wide open. He stared at me, but I wasn?t sure if he saw me. His right hand was in his boxer shorts and he slowly stroked his hard cock. ?There you are, mom!? without stopping to slowly work his cock, he slowly walked the ten steps or so from his door to the table. He was much calmer than the night before. His head slightly tilted to the side, he seemed to expect something from me ? or his mother, in his imagination. I stood up. ?Mom?? I still don?t know what made me do it, but I decided to play the game. ?Yes, my dear?? It felt so strange. My face was different, my frame was much mecidiyeköy eskort smaller than mom?s, my voice was different, but it seemed as if my own brother didn?t realize the differences. He dropped his shorts and his full manhood was revealed. While he was stroking his cock, the foreskin periodically covered and uncovered the deep-red tip. I saw a drop of precum emerging. It was so gross. Brother and sister, just feet away. He was sleep-walking, and I had no idea what he was seeing in his dream or what he would do next. If he wanted, he could rape me on the spot and I would be defenseless. ?Mom, can you do to me ?? what you have done the other day?? he sheepishly asked. Was he remembering some actual thing that had happened in the past, or was this all in his dreams? I had no idea. But I was scared if I would not continue to play the game, he might wake up or do something unexpected. ?Tell me again, sweety, what did I do?? His face lit up. ?Your mouth?.your lips?.your tongue?..? his voice drifted away. For the first time he broke the eye contact with me and looked down at his cock. I stepped towards him and reached out to grab his hot rod. ?You want me to kiss your cock?? I whispered. The thought made me hot, despite that I hated my brother for being such a jerk (when he was awake). I felt a surge of power in me - a power to control my brother. I felt that he would do anything while he was under the influence of that experimental drug. I decided to try something and be more bold. I decided to pay him back. So many times in the past he had humiliated me. It was time to humiliate him. ?Only if you first lick me first!? I commanded. It only took me an instant to step out of my pajama. I put one leg on the chair and commanded him. ?On your knees and lick me. Put your tongue deep into my pussy!? He immediately obeyed and the moment he started, I knew that he had done this before. He was good at it, so good. Sucking my lips, flicking his tongue over my clit, pushing his tongue deep into my wet pussy, and then starting all over again. He sent waves of pleasure through my body. He did not mind my pubic hair when he opened his mouth wide to engulf my whole womanhood. He stopped stroking his cock and gabbed my ass with both of his strong hands and spread my cheeks wide. Wave after wave flooded me. When he paused licking me to get a breath, he would push his fingers deep into my pussy, working her tirelessly. ?You taste different, mom!? without stopping his pleasure work, he made that shocking confession. So, he had licked mom in real life, it seemed. He had an incestuous relation with his own mom. I panicked at first, but immediately realized that I was having the same incestuous relation with my own brother. And it felt good. While he was continuing his flicking and sucking, I pressed his head deeper onto my triangle. In order not to blow my cover, I had to think of something. ?Women taste different, depending on the time of the month.? ?You taste good, mom.? While the waves of pleasure flooded me, I remembered that my goal was to humiliate him, not to have fun for myself. So, I reached behind me and grabbed my cell phone. I pointed the camera downwards and took a series of quick pictures, while he did not realize it. Even though his face was buried deep in my triangle, one could recognize him.