My imouto is a succubus and my Friend is an Oomukade?!

For the first time in ages you see a familiar face, even if it were only that of the local woodsman. “A-anon? Is that you?” a smile spreads across his face as you step out of the nearby brush and onto the dirt path where he carries a large stack of timber on his muscled back. “yeah, I finally made it back.” Your words are plain and unemotional, it was hard after all you had been through and all the friends you had left behind. He doesn’t catch up and looks at you excitedly “did’ya find that medicine that you were looking for lad?” you nod slightly and he immediately steps forward to pat your shoulder. “Attaboy. I knew you weren’t the type to fail where it matters!” he smirks and goes on his way. You smile as well and wave goodbye before returning to the road.

“d-do you think he saw me?” the voice was as quiet as always and if you had paid close attention then her presence would have been betrayed by the sound of her dozens of insect legs pittering and pattering against the soft dirt like rain. “It wouldn't matter anyway, he is married to a mantis girl.” You shrugged but she seemed interested in this “R-really? H-he doesn't hate monster-girls?” Omuchan’s eyes widened in surprise all the while maintaining her look of innocent wonder, for the rest of the short walk toward your home village she begged you to tell her stories about the village and your family. By the time you had come to the clearing which led to the first houses she was practically shaking with excitement.

“I need you to stay here while I greet my family; I’ll come for you later today alright?” You knew she was clingy but you had already gone over this with her various times before. She nodded while keeping a soft scowl spread on her face. “A-al-alright…” she looked downward and you could tell she was scared, but then again you were short on time as it were. “Wait for me here. Don’t talk to anyone.” You gave her one last hug and set off toward the village with only the medicine left rattling in your bag.

You set off for the clearing, for a while you had denied this feeling of excitement that was bursting in your chest but you couldn’t hide it anymore. The truth was that you were very scared of meeting with your old friends and family. Even though your journey had lasted 3 months maximum it was still enough to cause massive changes to who you were. It was as you came upon the first houses that you realized just how truly crazy you looked. Your clothes were torn and broken in just about every place. Your leather boots that had been new when you bought them were now cracking and you could feel the cold of the stone beneath your feet underneath the thin soles. Your face was caked full of dirt and your hair was matted down by  leaves and other bits of straw, the first people who saw you didn’t even recognize you. Then again you didn’t recognize them either.

You stopped at the well which was coincidentally in front of your house, with some effort the bucket heaved upward filled to the brim with cool and refreshing water. The feeling of it washing over your face was something strange, as if you had woken up for the first time in a really long while. As soon as you were done you turned around to face the large wooden structure that was your families house.

The door gave way to your knocking, slowly it creaked open revealing the morning light streaming in from the kitchen windows “hello?” you called out to the empty inside of what was supposed to be bustling with your mother and father as well as your sister. “Hello?” you repeated once more with a bit more authority as if that would call someone forth. For some reason the first thing you felt was anger. After all you had just travelled across countries and through peril for the sake of your family and they didn’t have the courtesy to greet you at the door?

You removed the cracked boots and undid the button on your leather clothing, setting it down on a nearby piece of furniture to dry off. Now you were left in the cotton white shirt that you had worn underneath to keep you warm as you stepped through the hallways leading to the staircase which would take you to your room. Even now the silence grew and in your heart the feeling of anger slowly boiled into fear “did something happen to them?” you thought to yourself as you took the first step on the stair case and realized it was coated in dust.

“He-hello?!” your voice was now bordering on worry and caution. Your entire life your father had advocated cleanliness and you knew he would never allow for even a smidgeon of dust to accumulate anywhere inside his house. The sound of your footsteps walking up the stairs slowly grew faster as your anxiety increased. By the time you had reached the last step you were racing toward the top.

“HELLO?!” everything stood still for a second as you waited for a response, you felt a single drop of sweat racing down your cheek and the only sound that answered your desperate call was the droplet hitting against the wooden floor. Your insides churn and nausea rises in your throat. You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to do a lot of things, but out of all of them you opted to walk toward your sister’s room.

Your steps felt heavy and in the darkened corridor. The curtains swayed slightly in the morning breeze and with each progressive step it seemed that the wind would pick up just a tiny bit more before dying once again. Finally you placed your hand on her doorknob and the wind died down entirely. The howling and the swaying curtains were still as you wrestled yourself to open the door and face whatever you’d find inside.

It gave way rather easily and the only thing left for you to face was your fear of what could have happened. For a second you thought you heard something, the sound of something scuttling on the roof. It was probably a roach or something, not something to worry about in a time like this.

You were inside, the air was heavy and old and you could barely make out the outline of a small bed that belonged to your sister as well as the unhinged door of the closet. Inside a wide variety of dresses and casual clothes hung as if abandoned. “Is anyone… he” You didn’t get to finish as the sound of a creature unlatching its nails from the roof interrupted you. You had just enough time to see the mass of blue skin descend from the ceiling and onto you causing you to recoil ungracefully on the hard wooden floor.

At first your only focus was to breathe given that whatever fell on you had completely knocked out any air from your lungs as well as pinning you down. Your feeling of annoyance turned to terror when you realized that whatever it was had nails that dug into your shoulders. You tried to shake it off using your arms to push it off of you only to be surprised by a girlish cry the moment you touched it.

“Kyaa!” the mass cried and you faltered. You knew that voice. Your eyes adjusted in the darkness at the perfect moment for you to see her face. A smiling childish face that you would recognize anywhere, only that it wasn’t her face at all. Something had gone terribly wrong you realized as you looked into that azure skin with black sclera and yellow pupils that grinned innocently at you in the happiest way possible. “This is onii-chan’s smell!” in that moment you realized it had to be her.

“Onii-chan’s smell!” she cried and buried her face in your torso, her hands buried themselves even further into your shoulders and you felt the blood trickle down your back but there was something more traumatizing in front of you to deal with.

Your mind breaks before the pressure of what you’re witnessing right in front of you, the rush of emotions and the reality of what happened in front of you. You were smiling but you didn’t feel it over the shaking of your hands as you tied them around her back.

“Onii-chan’s hugging me!” she cried and her hands tied around your back as well, her nubile young face rubbed itself against your chin and neck but you couldn’t even sense her there. All you knew was that you failed to save your sister. As far as you managed to think she was dead and this was some puppet. It had to be.

“I waited so long for onii-chan to come back!” her chirpy voice doesn’t seem to falter even as your grip on her titans, you can feel her tiny fingers caressing your neck and her small budding breast against your chest. Even the way she breathes is exactly like your sisters, but it isn’t her, it couldn’t be.

“What’s wrong onii-chan?” For the first time her voice faltered and her grip seemed to weaken. “nothing.” You couldn’t muster any emotion so instead you just tightened even further around her. She seemed to stop momentarily before returning your warm hug. “You promised we could play games once I got better right?!” she said it so much like her.

“yeah, we’ll play lots of games.” At some point tears had begun to stream down your face and you heard her giggling “yeah I was so worried about onii-chan getting hurt but now he’s back and I’m all healed up so you don’t have to go away!” You could hear the just the tiny bit of doubt in her voice but she refused to let go of you. It worked either way since you weren’t going to let her go.

“O-Onii-chan?” she said slowly as your grip tightened even more forcing air out of her small body and causing her to let go. “yeah?” you responded in the same dead tone as before. You weren’t really here, this was a nightmare. Something had gone wrong. You were still in bed at an inn and you drank too much last night. You just had to wake up. That was all that you needed to do. Wake. Up.

“onii-chan? I-I’m scared!” her voice cried out and her arms tried to separate themselves from you, it was futile. Even with the strength of a succubus she was a child and it wouldn’t be enough. You knew you just had to do this and then everything would be alright. “It’s okay, you just need to take a nap.”

“Onii-chan!? Wh-what are you doing?!” there was no trace of happiness anymore as you continued to choke the tiny shaking girl in front of you. Your eyes were empty and that weak smile from before remained, only now it was stained by the tears that constantly dripped from your face and onto her shoulder. “What I need to do.” It was the only thing on your mind.

“I’m so-sorry for turning blue Onii-chan!” she cried and her tiny hands pounded your shoulders. Her lithe legs kicked wildly while you strangled the girl. “I-I just wanted to be he-healthy so I co-could play with Onii-chan again!” your hands were shaking as they wrapped around her neck.

“Onii-chan? Will we be together at least?” her voice quiets down as the last of the air from her lungs goes out and she stops flailing. Her eyes looks sadly at you and you can tell she’s resigned herself to whatever you do to her. “will we… be together?” she repeats it as her eyes flutter in the back of her head.

“yeah, I’m your onii-chan, I promise you we’ll be together.” Your voice cracked halfway through and at the same time you felt the dam in your mind crack with it. Emotions ready to burst, but not just yet. Not until she was gone. “T-that’s… good… I love you onii-chan” her voice is just a whisper, her hands rest on your shoulders and her lithe body struggles to breathe.

“I love you too.” Your voice cracks once more and it feels as if you can’t keep going. Maybe you can save her, maybe it wasn’t over just yet, there had to be a way right? All these thoughts swarmed your head but your grip never tightened. For what seemed like a mere second you thought about all the things that could be done and the terror of what you were actually doing sunk in.

You let go. Her delicate hands slip from your shoulders and she slides against you like a ragdoll. You don’t speak, there aren’t any words left to be said. Instead you adjust her small body and cradle it to your chest.

Even now she seems like she’s sleeping. She looks like she just fell asleep in the arms of her onii-chan. Her angelic face has a light smile and her azure skin almost glows from how beautiful she is. You stand up with her in your arms and take her to bed. You stroke her hair and lay beside her for a while. For a few seconds you manage to deceive yourself into thinking she’s still there. She’s still alive and there was nothing wrong.

You wake up to the darkness of the world outside. For just a second you forgot where you were. The reminder comes in the form of her cold skin pressed against you. You break. The dam holding back all your emotions tumble down and you grasp her tiny hand in yours. You try to resuscitate her but it’s useless, after all you had killed her.

After nearly an hour of pounding her chest and hoping she’d breathe you resign yourself to holding her in your arms and hugging her, crying over and over that you were sorry. “I hope you can forgive this pathetic excuse for an Onii-chan” you tell her while shaking.  “I’m so sorry…” you sob while hugging her lifeless corpse. “I’m sorry I failed you…” your mouth trembles as you seek for something else to say; instead you only manage to gasp before pathetically holding her.

This display continues until the first rays of the morning sun penetrate through the curtains. Your tears are dry and you managed to exhaust your screams a while ago. Now it was just you and her hugging. You laid her back down on the bed and covered her in the warm blanket. She deserved to sleep for a bit more after all.

Your footsteps echo through the house as you walk toward the basement, which was where your family kept the oil. Your hand dug into the darkness of the closet and you felt the leather handle of the jar. It seemed to spill but that didn’t matter, you just lifted it all up and took it with you as you went upstairs again.

“I’m sorry…” you mutter while spreading the thick clear liquid all over her body and the bed. She didn’t seem dead. You almost expected her to wake up and tell you to stop wetting her. It didn’t happen. The only response was the sound of the wind howling through the curtains. Finally the entire bedcover was stained and darkened with the liquid and her body resting underneath it seemed so beautiful it hurt to look at it. You fumbled a match from your pocket and struck it against the floor. It hissed and sparked to life, a tiny flame shaking in your hand which you held over her body. Swaying slowly in the wind.


You drop the match and instantly regret it. A million thoughts race through your mind as it slowly descend onto her body. “Can I stop it?” You think to yourself as the flame continues falling down. “can I still save her?” Your body tenses up and the match is already halfway to her “I can at least bury her, can’t I?!”  You desperately extend your hand to catch the match but it slips between your fingers and onto her body.

You hardly have a moment to look at her before the entire frame bursts into fire. The smell and the smoke instantly overpower you and you fall to your knees watching the entire thing seems like a portal to hell sucking you in. “I’m sorry!” you scream with whatever voice you have left. “I couldn’t save you!” Your hands pound against the floor and you weep. The heat grows intolerable and the hairs on your head slowly singe as it extends to the ceiling.

You slowly crawl away as the fire chases after you, you consider for a second that omuchan was still out there waiting for you. “I failed both of you.” You laugh bitterly and scoot against the wooden wall, the flames lick the ceiling and spread.

The smoke fills the room and the hot air fills your lung forcing you to cough. Your entire body aches with the heat except for your cheeks which are still wet with tears. You smile and hum the song that you and your sister would sing while playing in the prairie. The warmth of the fire envelopes your body and at some point it covers you like a blanket. You don’t even realize the moment you pass out, the seconds just melt into each other “Let’s play again sometime.” Is the last thought that occurs to you before the house collapses onto itself.



Bad end reached.

Restart ahead.

The door swings open easily and the darkness inside beckons to you. Step after step you walk inside hoping to see her sleeping peacefully. The dark room is sparsely furnished and you can barely make out the outline of her bed as well as her close which hangs open, inside a few dresses and casual clothes hanging on the metallic bar.

“hello? Is anyone he-” you don’t get to finish your sentence as you’re interrupted by the sound of the wooden rafters creaking followed by the swift descent of a blue skinned creatures. Immediately you feel claws dig into your shoulders and the weight of the creature throws you onto the ground.

Your first instinct is to unsheathe your dagger and stab it but you had removed your vest in the entrance which left you defenseless. The weight on top of you wasn’t much however, so you opted to try to throw it off. You flail your arms hoping to unhook the mass. Doing so causes it to cry in a voice which you’d recognize everywhere.

“Kyaa!” the voice cries out and immediately you cease. The claws in your shoulder slowly retreat and a soft feminine hand caresses your chest “this smell…” the voice that should belong to your sister continues. Her face buried in your chest as she inhales deeply and continues touching. “This smell is Onii-chan’s smell!” it cries out and lifts her face.

You know it’s her, she has the same angelic face with that playful smile, her hair hangs wildly undone and waves all around you and you’re confused between whether you should cry or if you should laugh. “Onii-chan!” You don’t have time to make a decision as she wraps her hands around you once more and rubs her face against yours while hugging you tightly. “Onii-chan came back!”

She giggles and tightens her hug “have you been playing with bugs onii-chan? You smell funny.” Her hands stroke your matted hair and you stroke hers without even realizing it.
What do?


Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. Was this really happening? Was it maybe just some sort of drunken stupor induced by too much drinking? Whatever the cause you were being hugged by a little girl who claimed to be your imouto and you weren't going to do anything rash like strangle her.

“Onii-chan are you alright?” you suddenly realize that she is standing before you with a confused look on her face. “Uh yeah.” You stand up and dust off. The room is a mess but she doesn’t seem to mind the mess. You grab her hand which elicits a happy smile “are we going to play now!” she jumps in place while you walk her out of the room.

You decide that maybe you could lighten up the atmosphere; after all she was just a little kid regardless of what happened to her. “Have you taken a bath recently?” her clothes are stained and torn just about everywhere. She continues walking but with her head down and a mischievous grin on her face.

 “Maybe!” she giggles and you immediately lift her up into your arms like a child. She tries to resist and punches you playfully “I don’t need a shower, you promised the first thing we would do after you got back from travelling was play!” she pouts even as you open the door to the outside where a large tank of water waits.

“Uh… Onii-chan?” she stops resisting but rather holds on tighter as you lead her to the large bath. You set her down and she looks up at you with a concerned look “d’ya think we can go together? I don’t want to go by myself…” she rubs her foot against the ground and look up at you innocently.


You decided that the best course of action was to dive right into it. You found the first words that came to your mind and spilled it “when did you turn into a succuslut?” Yeah that probably wasn’t the best way to say it. Surprisingly she doesn’t seem offended, instead she giggled before standing up in the bath. Her young body is angelic and at the same time you feel yourself get excited “NO!” you think to yourself and force yourself to go soft. She smiles “what’s a succusmut?” you sighed inwardly, that was a relief that she didn’t understand what you just said.

“When did your skin turn blue?” Just diving into it and not making a big deal of it. She looked downward, refusing to meet your gaze and fidgeting with her hands “Y-you noticed?” She looks up with a worried look. “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything if they asked me.” You placed your hand on her shoulder. “Remember that your onii-chan would never ask you if it wasn’t important right?” she nodded slowly and her frown slowly disappeared. “Okay… But you can’t tell anyone or she’ll be angry at me!!” she submerged herself back into the water and you joined her, in part to hide your indecent growth.

“well a long time ago when I was sleeping I woke up in the middle of the night and my window was open right?” she looked at you to confirm her story which was completely ridiculous. “Yeah…” you nodded and she continued “well when I looked around for water at my bedside there was this big lady with white hair and a pretty dress and she was looking at me, and I should’ve called mom and dad but she was so pretty so I wanted to talk to her first.”  She managed to say all of this in the span of a few seconds before taking a big breath of air and continuing.

“And then she asked me if I wanted to be pretty like her but all I really wanted was to be healthy so that me and onii-chan could play again and she said that she would make it happen so I nodded and she told me to shake her hand.” Once again she turned blue(er) from not breathing before continuing.

“But once I did that my body started feeling funny like I was taking a bath and my nails started growing and my head was hurting and the big lady was laughing loudly and just then mom and dad burst the door open cause they thought I was hurt but the lady told them to leave but they didn’t pay attention so she waved her hand and they disappeared like a cloud.” She was practically screaming by now and she was more purplish than blue. “And then…. And then… she told me my onii-chan was gonna come for me to play with me so I had to get back in bed and sleep and I was really scared but I didn’t want to make her angry so I did as she said and got back in bed waiting but you never came and I waited for a long time!” you stood up at once and ignoring her indecency hugged herm tightly.

“I’m sorry for not being there.” She was crying, tears flowing down her blue cheeks and her tiny fists hitting your chest in retribution “and I waited a long time…” her sobs intermingled with her screaming and mixed into one long wail of sadness. “I was really scared cause it was dark and I was afraid of going out.” You hush her and begin to sway while humming slowly. Her sobs die down and eventually she is quietly letting herself be guided by your embrace.

“I’m sorry I let you be alone for so long, can you ever forgive this pathetic excuse for an older brother?” you had started crying too and you looked her straight in the eyes. She blushed but looked down. “I guess… but you have to promise never to leave again!” she raised her dainty hand and hit you with as much strength as she could.

"I promise I'll never leave you alone again.” She pouts one more time. “P-promise?” her voice cracked halfway through and you stroked her hair “I promise, from now on I’ll be the Onii-chan you deserve.” She smiled at this and extended her pinky finger. You worldlessly extended your own and entwined it together. She sniffed and giggled.

The two of you finished your bath and you helped her put her clothes on while you placed her shirt on she looked almost sad and pouted “Do I have to wear a shirt?” You laughed thinking it was a joke but she remained with her sad expression. “I don’t mind if it’s Onii-chan who sees me like this.” She passed her hands over her young body and you immediately decided on a course of action “No, I am not dealing with this right now.” You forced her into the clothes while she whined and kicked around, only making it harder for her to place it on.

By the end the two of you were clean and squeaky once more, the sun was setting slightly and it occurred to you that you had forgotten about Omuchan. “Hey, would you like to meet a special friend of mine?” kneeled down to her level and she smiled “You have friends?!” That hurt but you smiled through it. “Yeah, I have a friend who is really eager to meet you, you can call her your Onee-chan if you want.” The moment you said that her face turned sour.

“Y-you mean it’s a girl?” she took a step back and scowled simultaneously. “I thought you said it was going to be just you and me from now and no one else!” she balled up her dainty hands and frowned. You sat down and sighed at her reaction. “She’s a good person who really wants to be your friend.” This only seemed to make your imouto even angrier and her eyes showed it.

She cried something unintelligible before throwing herself into your arms. “That’s a lie! All the other girls want is to steal my Onii-chan from me!” she tightened her grip and howled “Onii-chan shouldn’t play with anyone with me or have fun with anyone but me!!” she nearly knocked the air out of you.

“I’m your onii-chan and I will never abandon you okay?” you cradled her in your arms but she continued crying. “Liar you’ll just forget about me again and have more adventures without me!” she kicked and flailed her arms but you tried your best to hold her in place. Finally you gave up and put her down and looked her straight in the eyes “If you agree to meet my friend I will do anything you want. Sound fair?”

 This caught her attention as she stopped crying for a moment before wiping her tears away and looking at you with a mischievous smile. “Anything?” You knew now that she had planned this, but you were too deep into it to pull back now. You sighed before looking at her again. “anything.” She giggled and looked at you with those wide eyes that spelled doom.

“I want Onii-chan to marry me!” despite how happy she said it she had also put on an expression of pure defiance and she grabbed your hand as if to punctuate her demand. You were expecting a variety of lewd and odd request but this was not one of them. “I… I…” you tried to find words to fit the situation but there was nothing that occurred to you. Seeing your confusion she smiled even wider “If Onii-chan marries me then I won’t have to worry about you being stolen and we’ll be together forever!”

“but still do you understand what a marriage is?” You were fairly certain she knew what it meant to be married but she seemed unphased by your rebuttal, she simply scoffed and placed a finger on your nose. “when two people love each other lots, like me and my onii-chan, they get married so that everyone knows that they are together forever!” she flashed a smile as if she had just spoken the most clever possible answer and you were left reeling for something to say.


“That, that isn’t how marriage works.” You start laughing from the things she just said with a completely straight face. This caused her to pout before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “Oh yeah!? If you know so much about marriages then what are they!” she stuck her tongue out and closing her eyes.

“well marriage is when you…” you were trying to describe it in such a way that it wouldn’t be lewd but at the same time give a nice summary of why you couldn’t marry her. In the end the only argument that occurred to you was “A brother and sister can’t get married. It’s immoral.”  This she tore apart by screaming “I don’t care about morals, I just wanna marry my Onii-chan!” her balled up fists at her side as she screamed.

That’s when it hit you. There was a way to get her to drop the issue “we can’t get married because first we need to go on dates!” She seemed curious by this and asked you to explain. You smiled because you knew that you had her hooked “a date is when two people who really love each other hang out and do fun things.” Your interruption was cut short by her raising her hand and piping in “Like playing house and collecting bugs!” she was grinning and you nodded which caused her to smile even more. “I want to take Onii-chan on a date!” she immediately grabbed your hand to lead you outside.

“what about for our first date we meet my friend?” you shot your hook and she ate it up. “Yeah! That sounds like fun and then we can go collecting bugs!” she nodded furiously while continuing to lead you out. It was only then that you remembered that she was a blue demon and she was leading you into a moderately conservative town.


“let’s get some proper date clothes on first.” You dragged her back inside before she got the chance to take even a step outside. She nearly fell but you managed to catch her seconds before hitting the floor. Unfortunately this was only achievable by using your body as a shield. Her soft body falls on top of you and she gives a cry of surprise from the fall.

Before long the two of you were pacing through the town side by side. She tried skipping at first but you made sure to calm her down because she kept risking the hood falling back to reveal her new set of horns. That and beside that every 5 seconds she would try to feel you up by pretending to fall on you. After the third time you relented and gave her a piggy back ride to keep her calm. You could hear her heavy breathing as her young budding breast pressed against your back.

“This is really nice…” you turned to look at her face under the hood, she was a deep red and out of the corner of her mouth she was drooling a bit. It was only after that you realized how her thighs were rubbing themselves ever so slightly against you. “th-this is nice…” she repeated to herself while picking up the speed of her rubbing. Immediately after that you threw her off and instead carried her in your arms princess style, she whined pathetically while trying rub her thighs together to recreate that pleasant feeling from before.

It wasn’t long before you reached the same outcrop where you left omuchan, you put down your imouto who asked you why you had brought her here. You ignored that for now while looking around. The silence was absolute but the thing that gave her away was the slight shaking of the underbrush. You called out for her to appear and she rushed you immediately. Wrapping you in her arms while her insect legs stomped repeatedly “I-I-I wa-was so sca-scared!” she screamed as she rubbed herself against you.

You tried to calm her down to no avail, she simply cried even louder apologizing “I’m sorry sir! I’m so-sorry for as-assaulting you!!! P-Please forgive m-me!” she tried to kiss you but just then was interrupted by the sound of your imouto growling “who the fuck are you?” her voice was edged with poison and Omuchan stood up to face her.


"W-Who ar-are you?!” Omuchan’s voice was like fragile ice on the verge of shattering as your imouto took a step closer “I’m Anon’s date you ugly sack of shit!” she stomped her tiny feet and rushed forward to hug you. Omuchan must’ve misinterpreted her act of running forward because she turned white and immediately retreated behind you for cover. You were being used as a human shield on one side by the girl who was actually much larger than you and being pummeled in a tight hug by your imouto on the other side.

You remember what you came here to do after a few seconds of being used like this “What did I say!” you were directing it toward your imouto but Omuchan responded back by retreating and throwing herself to the ground “I-I’m so-sorry Anon!” she cried before burying her face in the dirt and you tried to calm her down only to have your imouto grab your arm “You said this was a date Liar!” You really didn’t have time for this.

“Everyone shut up!” you screamed as loud and as authoritative as you could, it worked for the most part. Your imouto looked at you as if deeply hurt for a few seconds before breaking into a loud sob “Onii-chan… Onii-chan hates me now!” she cried before letting go of your shirt and shaking violently “Please don’t hate me Onii-chan!” she cried while looking up at you with her tear-stained eyes. You were about to hug her when the sound of Omuchan on the other side called you “A-Anon I’m so-sorry!” her arms went weak and she slinked to the ground like a deflated balloon before rubbing her face in the dirt. “I’m so-sorry Anon! See?! I’m s-sorry!” Now you had to deal with two crying girls.

You’re caught between a giant masochistic centipede and a crying succubus imouto. Even though naturally your first instinct would have been to take care of your crying imouto deep down you knew it was her fault and you weren’t going to allow her to think that kind of behavior. With a heavy heart you turned to face Omuchan and lifted her up from the ground. She seemed shock by this even if you had done it over 10 times by now.

“Stop crying Omuchan, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You try to sway her slowly but she is goddamn giant and your comforting just caused her to cry more “O-oh Anon… I-I do-don’t deserve your care!” she screamed before embracing you even tighter than you had. She rested her head on your shoulder and slowly stopped sobbing. By the time you were done taking care of her your shoulders were tired from supporting her massive weight.

You gently let go of her and she pouted as if to say that she wanted to hug for just a bit more, she relented after a second anyway allowing you to turn to comfort your imouto. To your surprise your imouto was behind  you anyway. Her head held low and her hands fidgeting together. She whispered something inaudible before grabbing your hand. “What was that?” you lowered to her level and she raised her face, her eyes were red from crying and she had some snot on her lip. “I want… I want Onii-chan to hug me too…” she sobbed for a bit before extending her arms and stood patiently, her lip quivered in fear.

“Why did you say those mean things to Omuchan?” you put your finger on her chin which caused her to blush slightly while still sobbing. She lowers her arms and tries to look away. “I… I didn’t want her t-to take my Onii-chan away…” she mutters it in such a way that it you can hardly hear it.

“What?” you had understood the first time but you wanted her to say it clearer. “I-I don’t want to share my Onii-chan! She can go find her own Onii-chan if she wants but you’re my onii-chan…”she swings her arms while muttering the last part of her rant. You smile at her and she seems to melt just looking at you “I already told you that no matter what happened I was always going to be with you, right?” she seemed to soften up and the beginnings of a tear found their way to her eyes.

“I know, but if you go with her then… then…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, instead she grabs the fringe of the robe she’s wearing and sobs quietly. “I don’t want Onii-chan to hate me…” you pat her head and let her get it all out, after a few minutes Omuchan is clicking impatiently and your imouto regained her composure. “Why don’t you apologize to Omuchan? Then the two of you can be friends and you can both spend time with me.” She reluctantly walked toward Omuchan

“H-Hi Omuchan…” she looked away from the girl but Omuchan turned a bright red anyway before stuttering “N-Ni-Nice to me-meet you!” she extended her hand fearfully and gave a forced smile. Your imouto looked up at her and slowly met her handshake, the two of them stood silently with the handshake completed but neither of them letting go.

“He’s my Onii-chan and I’m his favorite…” your imouto began to speak and for a second you thought you were going to witness a death match but she continued speaking. “But I guess he can be your Onii-chan too…” she quickly let go of the handshake and ran back to you with her hands outstretched.

“I did good right? I deserve a hug now!” she smiled and looked up at while jumping in place. Waiting for you to reciprocate


“Yes you did. Good job!” you pet her head and stroke her hair. She closes her eyes and enjoys the attention but soon she is geared for something else. “hug!” she cries it so desperately you don’t hesitate to comply. You lean down and pick her up gently. She giggles at your touch and seems content to stay in that position.

“remember that I will always be with you.” You whisper into her ear as you hold her close and tighten your grip, she responds in the same way by tightening and wrapping her feminine legs around your torso. “I’m so happy, Onii-chan is hugging me!” She turns a deep red before resting her head on your shoulder and rubbing herself against your hair. “Onii-chan’s smell!” she inhales deeply while practically latching herself to you.

“Onii-chan smells so nice!” she cries and you become aware of how warm her body seems, for a second your mind wanders. It’s only for a second but even then you feel terrible immediately afterwards. Your imouto on the other hand seems happier than ever “Onii-chan is thinking of hugging me closer!” she screams and you realize that even if she is your sister she is also a succubus, and succubus are known for influencing those around them. She juts out her soft lips and begins moving closer “I don’t mind if it’s you Onii-chan…” her voice is sultry and her breath smells sweet.
You only have second left before her lips connect to yours, in the distance you’re vaguely aware of Omuchan looking at you shocked but covering her mouth.

You regain your senses in just the nick of time to realize what you're about to do. You lift up your finger to her forehead. She doesn't notice as she’s too wrapped up in kissing you, she only responds when you flick her hard enough to cause her to cry out audibly.

“Onii-chan you meany!” she falils her arms and you put her back down just in time for her to stick out her tongue and call you an idiot. You laugh “It’s not nice to tease people like that Mira.” She folds her arms and scowls “I’ll just talk to my new Onee-chan, she’s nicer than you I bet!” you grinned and she stormed off to talk to Omuchan who seemed to still be in shock.

The truth was you had nearly let it happen without even realizing it; it was as if she had put you into a dream state. You didn’t even feel that it was wrong until the last possible second. Your hands were still shaking and you could feel your system pumping blood as if you had just fought someone. Even if she didn’t know it she had powers far beyond what a normal succubus had. You knew that with time it would only grow stronger and the influence she exalted would strengthen to the point of complete control over men.

After a bit of playing around and relaxing you decided it was time to go, Omuchan and Mira were off looking at a flower and you had been resting on a large rock nearby, but now the time was noon and if you wanted to travel it had to be before night time. You called out to the girls who came rushing forward with their arms full of flowers and bugs. “I brought this for you Onii-chan!” She extended a bright violet flower and you took it with a smile.

Omuchan then walked up to you “I-I fou-found this, a-and I th-thought you’d li-like it…” she extended a strange rock and you took in your hand to observe. Just then the rock grew six legs as well a large pair of wings and flew off. “I-It fle-flew away!!!” she screamed while trying to recapture it. You smiled at her anyway and gave her a pat which caused her to blush “thank you for it, I really love beetles.” That was a lie but she was happy so that was all that mattered.

Finally you set off on the road, you had thought up a variety of places you could start looking for a way to cure Mira but none of them seemed conclusive, if only you had paid more attention in bible class, your train of thought was interrupted by Mira grabbing your hand and skipping next to you. “where are we going Onii-chan?!” she grinned. You didn’t get the chance to answer.

Just then Omuchan skittered next to you and also reached out for your hand, you could feel her shaking but she put on a smile anyway. “Y-yeah. Wh-where ar-are we going… On-Onii-chan!?” you chuckled. “Call me anon okay?” she seemed downtrodden by this but replied anyway “Ok-Okay…”  the sun trailed behind you as each of the girls grabbed a hand and walked by your side.

You have been walking absently down the road for a few hours when Mira suddenly stops and looks at the two of you "where are we going and why is it taking so long!?” she seemed frustrated and you couldn’t blame her when you had no idea where to go yourself. “We’re looking for someone who can tell us about the lady you met.” You try to keep it simple for her sake. Omuchan seems to pipe up at that point.

“W-when I-I wa-was young I kn-knew a r-r-r-r-r-r-ry” Your imouto’s patience runs out and she cries out “Let’s go to the unicron!” you had absolutely no idea what a unicron was but she seemed adamant about visiting it. Eventually you got her to tell you that the “unicron” she was probably mispronouncing unicorn but it was funny so you didn’t interrupt her. Was a guardian of a magical fountain that had healing properties. In the back of your mind you seemed to remember your mother telling you about that story but it was surely just a tale right?

“So if we go to the lake I can take a bath and then it’ll wash away the blue skin!” Mira finished explaining her master plan and Omuchan clapped excitedly “g-good idea Mira!” Mira bowed as if proud before you raised your hand. “What is it Onii-chan?” you sighed before looking at her with a questioning expression “do you know where this magical lake is?”

This seemed to cause her to reel back. You seriously doubted that she knew about any magical lakes, much less one inhabited by a magical unicorn.  She scolded you for disbelieving her and told you that she knew exactly where it was and pointed in what seemed like a random direction “the Unicron awaits!” she screamed and set off once more. Dragging Omuchan next to her, you follow the misfit pair since in the end the road was the only thing left to follow.

You didn’t bring back up the unicorn until later that night when you set up a rudimentary campsite, like always Omuchan volunteered to stand guard first which left you with Mira who was looking intently at the fire. “Do you actually know where this unicorn is?” she folded her arms and pouted “Of course I do!”