"Seriously, you get a little praise and you're already getting all full of yourself. This is why I can't stand virgins."
After I came, Miki-chan was giving me a lecture.
Of course, I apologized immediately. I told her I was being utterly presumptuous.
"And you bragged so much, and then came so quickly? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Yes, yes, you're right..." I said, sitting upright with my legs tucked under me, listening intently to every word Miki said.
This taught me that I shouldn't ever defy Miki-chan again.
I'd completely ruined her mood, it seemed. Ah, so my hopes of losing my virginity are slipping away again...
And so, both my cock and my head drooped in despair.
"...Honestly, what are you doing? I was so close to coming!"
...Huh?
Almost as soon as I looked up, my arm was seized.
Then I was guided toward her soft, dripping folds, soaked in love juice.
"Want to finish? Let me come properly?"
Suddenly adopting a sweet, syrupy voice, Miki forced my hand between her legs and quickly leaned in close.
Her lips pursed as she kissed my mouth with a soft chu-chu, coaxing me.
"C'mon... Hurry up! Move your fingers..."
I went along with it, bewildered, my fingers sliding blindly over her.
Her pussy was drenched. Even the slightest movement released lewd squelching sounds.
"Hah... Haaah..."
Miki's panting brushed against my face.
Her tone had completely shifted from lecturing to heated arousal. It seemed that after being teased so mercilessly, her desire had overtaken her anger.
Kneeling, Miki leaned toward me, pressing her lips and body against mine with increasing urgency.
Then, seizing my trembling fingers, she guided them as if to say, Touch me here.
"Haa...hn...aah...chu...nchu..."
Miki's breathing grew even more intense, her movements as she ravaged my tongue becoming increasingly frantic.
As I moved my fingers, responding to Miki's tongue with all I had, my mind began to go blank.
Ah... Miki-chan's French kiss is just the best... I want to stay like this forever.
Just as I was savoring this blissful moment, a sudden voice came from the side, snapping me back to reality just as my consciousness was about to melt away.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
Startled, I quickly pulled away from Miki and turned toward the voice.
It was Matsuri, sitting up with a fierce expression and her lips pursed. She seemed to have regained some consciousness.
I-I can't just kiss you! We're not even boyfriend and girlfriend!
The words formed in my mind, but they came out slightly slurred.
My eyes were unfocused, and I felt a little unsteady.
Still, Matsuri grabbed both Miki and me by the shoulders and yanked us apart with surprising force, so we had no choice but to separate.
Miki, who had been interrupted again at a crucial moment, turned to Matsuri with a slightly disgruntled expression.
"Hey, what's with you? Matsuri-chan..."
"What's with me? That's not fair!"
Matsuri raised her voice like a petulant child.
Still recovering from the lingering effects of what had just happened, she was clearly acting strange—like she'd regressed to a child.
"Hmm? So you're saying you can't kiss anyone unless it's someone you love?"
"Of course! That's obvious!"
"Heh, that's so cute, Matsuri-chan... But that's fine, right? I love my brother."
"W-what?!"
Miki's nonchalant remark sent Matsuri's already peculiar voice even more off-kilter.
I couldn't help but stare at Miki's face in disbelief.
"W-what part of this is 'love'?!?"
"Huh? Um, well... Like how your cock is always so hard, no matter how many times you come..."
With that, Miki began stroking my erect penis again.
Wow, I never expected this.
To think Miki had fallen for me without me even realizing.
Now that I think about it, maybe all those insults she hurled at me before were just a twisted way of expressing her affection.
"Getting all hard at the slightest provocation, you little penis..."
Besides, girls around this age often find older guys more attractive.
So, I guess she saw me as somewhat fatherly.
"And that super-easy-to-cum penis that gushes with just a little teasing..."
I'll admit I have social anxiety, but honestly, I think I look decent enough.
That's why I'm still a virgin—mostly just because I haven't met anyone, or something like that.
"Oh, and that freshly peeled, bright red turtle penis..."
Wait a minute! Isn't it just all about my penis?!
What, is Miki just seeing me as a penis? Is that all I am to her?
"Right? You understand now, right?"
"U-um, if that's all, then... I like you too!"
"Huh?" This time, I can't help but stare at Matsuri's face twice.
Wow, I'm surprised.
Matsuri, of all people, actually likes me?
Normally she's so hostile towards me, but after getting all tangled up like that earlier, she must have let her true feelings slip.
"Hmm? What exactly about me?"
"Um, the way it gets hard and stiff... and how the skin peels back when you're stroking it!"
So even her sassy attitude towards me might just be a way to hide her embarrassment. How cute is that?
Honestly, if that's how she feels, why didn't she just say so earlier?
"And the way it squirts out when you come!"
Wait, that's still just about the penis, right?
So, to Matsuri, I'm just a penis? Is that really okay, considering I'm her own brother?
...Haaah. Doing this part myself is making me sad.
Meanwhile, Miki grinned maliciously, as if to say, I got you, a sinister smile spreading across her face.
"Is that so? Well then, we're rivals."
"R-rivals...?"
Ignoring Matsuri's bewildered expression, Miki slowly leaned toward my half-erect penis.
Then her lips gently touched its tip with a soft smack.
"W-wait, Miki...!"
"What? I just want to kiss it because I like penises, okay?"
Ah, I see. That's fine, then.
According to Matsuri's logic, this was perfectly acceptable.
Though personally, I didn't understand why she'd want to "steal" my penis from Matsuri.
"Alright then. I have to work hard so Matsuri-chan doesn't get it first."
With that, Miki began a rapid series of wet kisses, smack, smack, smack.
My penis responded with a series of polite little jerks—twitch, twitch, twitch.
"Ah-ha! It's so big! Your little boy is so happy. You love me, don't you?"
Miki said something incomprehensible again and shot Matsuri a meaningful glance, as if she wanted to say something.
Matsuri stared blankly for a moment before slowly, almost unsteadily, leaning toward my glans as if drawn by a magnet.
Matsuri still seemed a bit off. Drowsy, almost half-asleep.
Her lips gradually approached, and finally... they touched.
After that first touch, mimicking Miki, she began to kiss it repeatedly, making soft smacking sounds.
"Heh-heh! It's twitching so much...!"
"Hey, does it like Matsuri-chan too? You fickle little thing!"
The two of them were clinging to my crotch, creating a scene straight out of an adult video or erotic manga.
No wonder my cock was overjoyed. I couldn't hide my shock and arousal at this unexpected turn of events.
This situation, which would never normally happen, could this be part of Miki's scheme?
If so, what a master strategist she is...
Suddenly, a stronger sensation shot through me, making my hips jerk involuntarily.
Looking down, I saw Miki's crimson tongue flicking the underside of my penis.
"When you do this here, your penis feels good, right?"
"Really... it's getting hard..."
As if stoked by competition, Matsuri also began extending her tongue along the underside of my penis.
Her licks were somewhat restrained, but she relentlessly targeted the underside.
Miki's tongue was slick, but Matsuri's was no less slippery.
Soon, a battle for position erupted, and when their tongues collided, Miki brazenly tangled hers around Matsuri's.
"Hey! Miki, stop it!"
"Mmm, Matsuri-chan's tongue is so naughty."
Taking advantage of the commotion, Miki tried to lick Matsuri's tongue.
Matsuri protested verbally, but her responses suggested she wasn't entirely opposed. It was hard to tell if she was truly thinking clearly.
Watching Miki's tongue move, I mimicked its motions, applying my own tongue to my penis.
My untrained, hypersensitive glans twitched violently with every rough swipe of her tongue across its surface.
"Ah ha, it's so funny how it jumps around!"
"Really, your glans is so ticklish!"
The two of them chimed in with their observations about my penis.
In this playful mood, their two tongues slithered relentlessly over my glans.
Eventually, as my erection reached its peak, thick droplets of pre-cum began to drip from the glans.
Without hesitation, Miki's tongue scooped up the fluid and began smearing it across the glans.
"It tastes kind of salty..." Matsuri murmured, her tongue still gliding over the glans, but she didn't stop moving.
Meanwhile, Miki continued to prod the glans as if she were picking at something.
Under their relentless ministrations, I was already reaching my limits.
Part of me wanted to keep savoring this pleasure, but this relentless focus on the glans was starting to feel surreal.
Yet when I considered whether I could actually come, the pleasure was undeniable... but I felt like I was on the verge of climaxing without actually being able to reach it.
"U-um... Miki-chan..."
"What is it?"
"I-if possible, could you... also work on the shaft?"
"Hmm? You want me to 'stroke, stroke' it?"
...Her phrasing made it clear she was doing this deliberately.
Before I could even answer, Matsuri eagerly raised her hand.
"Let's do it, let's get to work!"
The moment she spoke, she gripped my shaft tightly and began stroking it vigorously up and down.
I didn't quite understand, but it seemed she was desperately craving this "work."
"Here we go, ho-raa, work, work, work~"
Her movements were still clumsy and overly forceful, but the stimulation was more than enough for me.
As if waiting for this moment, the balls that had been rising in my scrotum suddenly surged upward, propelling semen upward.
Ugh, this is faster than I expected...
"Ah, no, Matsuri-chan, if you keep that up..."
Miki's warning came too late.
After being teased to the brink by her long, tongue-based glans assault, the slightest touch to my shaft sent me skyrocketing...
Dop, dud, dud, dud...
And then, with a forceful thrust, I erupted.