About my hopeless brother and sister

About My Incorrigible Sibling, Chapter 15.

"Hey... brother... you can help me out, just a little favor, and you don't have to go out!"

The President looked at me with a light in her eyes that made me wary. Her hand drops to her chest as if she's a mouse seeing food...or is it a kangaroo?

I sighed, put down my glass of water, and said, "What is it? I think I'm going to say no, but I'll ask anyway."

"It's definitely not a weird favor, it's decent! You see..."

The president looked at me, threw up his hands, and said, "I just finished painting my nails and I can't put my socks on now...you can help me put them on..."

She pointed to what was lying beside her, a black stocking.

"Pfft..."

I felt my heart beating again.

The president was definitely doing it on purpose, she was waiting for me, that's why she was crossing her legs on the coffee table, I suspect she was counting on painting her nails when I walked in the door, how did I not know you were in the habit of painting your nails before! It was all a routine, and I looked at the stockings, and the long, perfect and warm legs like marble sculptures, and gulped....

It's all a routine!

Would I have no interest in such a thing? That's not going to happen, I don't even believe it myself. I do have leg control, but I wouldn't have fantasies about my sister's legs...well, not in a million years, never. I've had this pervert's legs wrapped around me a million times and I've never reacted, but why would I be so shaken now?

It's all a routine! It's definitely a routine!

"No?"

The president tilted his head...with an innocent look, looking at me quietly.

"...just this once..."

Just this once, there won't be any problem, I'm a normal brother, this person in front of me is a pervert, now you are in her trap, once you make any rash move you will be caught in her trap afterwards for eternity, young man, you must remember, this is your own sister, you still have someone you like....

Ah, not anymore.

Can liking someone become a habit?

I walked silently to the president, gently picked up the stocking and took hold of the president's light foot. Putting on the stockings.

"Ohhhh..."

With a smile on her face, the club president straightened her legs, allowing me to gently spread the rolled up socks. The would-be president's legs were fair and smooth, with the kind of warmth I was familiar with. The faint scent of flowers from the would-be president wafted over, making me breathe heavily. My hands couldn't help but slide up the president's legs, from the left and right sides....

Inside... gently....

Sliding around....

Feeling, slightly...higher body temperature....

"Brother..."

The president gently reached out his hand and touched my face....

"What would you do if I told you I was going on a date..."

What?

You have a boyfriend!

I looked up sharply at the chairman's face, I couldn't see my own expression, but I could see it, the chairman's face, with a mischievous smile.

"Then I'd really like to meet that warrior, he's a real lifesaver, I must have done him a great favor in my last life so he'd repay me that way."

I slammed one of my remaining socks on a little roughly and stood up.

"Ah...don't go brother, there's another one!"

"Your nail polish is dry! You do it yourself! Just this once, I'll never do it again!"

I turned and walked furiously into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took the carrots out of the fridge for tonight's crockpot, put them on the cutting board, pulled out a kitchen knife from the other side and slashed them down hard!

The carrot was cut in half painfully down the middle, and I even had one end that crashed out, hitting the glass hard. It bounced back and landed at my feet. With almost all my strength, the cleaver slashed into the cutting board, shaking dangerously on it.

I violently pulled the chopper out again and slashed at the end that still existed....

I gasped slightly and looked at the chopper in front of me.

What was I raging about?

Why am I so angry....

Is it because of the chairman's joke?

"What would you do if I told you I was going on a date..."

Why, such a sentence would make me so angry....

Do I not want the chairman to have a boyfriend? Theoretically speaking, the chairman has a boyfriend, so I will not harass me every day, I can live alone and enjoy the freedom of the day, so I do not have to pay attention to lock the door every night after the shower to get dressed before going out to wash my face and rinse my mouth, but also pay attention to whether it is my stuff.......

But... but... but....

All of the President's....

It will belong, that man's....

Why...?

Why why why why why why....

Why am I so angry....

"Brother..."

Perhaps noticing something was wrong, the chairman quickly stepped behind me, a little scared, and looked at the chopper in front of me that had been deeply impaled into the cutting board, and the, carrot chunks scattered everywhere.

I was off to the side, holding the cutting board down, gasping slightly. My whole body was shaking with anger, and my eyes were blackening. I shouldn't be so angry, even if the chairman really does have a boyfriend I can't be this angry, I...how could I be angry over something like this, the farther away from me that pervert is, the better!