Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 6: syrupy footjob at ihop!! 🗣️

Sunlight slipped through the curtains and across my eyelids, pulling me out of sleep. I blinked and looked up to see Elara still asleep, her arm draped around me as we lay tangled together beneath the blanket.
I wanted to wake her, but I couldn't bring myself to disturb her. For a moment, I just lay there, captivated by her serene beauty. This stunning woman—my sister—lay beside me, her presence both comforting and striking as she slept so peacefully.
I felt my pocket buzz as I looked at my sister, but I didn't bother checking it. Whatever it was couldn't be more important than this moment. Instead, I reached up and cupped her face, tracing the softness of her skin with my thumb.
"How the hell are you so perfect..." I murmured under my breath.
"I don't know, I was just kind of born that way," she replied, and I froze — I hadn't realized she was awake.
Elara opened her eyes and smiled down at me. My body was still molded against hers, I could feel my face heat up as I instinctively tried to make myself appear smaller.
"Aww, is my little brother embarrassed? Come here," she teased, pulling me into a hug so tight I thought she might actually crack a few of my ribs.
"Please, Elara... I can't… breathe..." I wheezed, her arms squeezing the air from my lungs.
"Oops—sorry, Noah," she said with a soft laugh, loosening just enough to let me draw a breath while still holding me close. Her warmth pressed against me, and I could feel the steady beat of her heart beneath my cheek.
We stayed like that for a while, letting the quiet morning wrap around us. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, catching the soft brown strands of her hair and making them shine with a warm glow. In that light, with her body curled against mine, the world outside didn't exist — there was only this calm, this closeness, this perfect moment.
After a while, I finally spoke. "Hey... don't you have work to go to?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.
"It's Saturday, you doofus," she replied with a teasing smile, placing her hand gently on my stomach. "We have the whole day to spend together."
Ah, of course. Yesterday's events must have scrambled my brain — for some reason, I thought it was Friday. Knowing it's Saturday made me feel a lot better.
My stomach rumbled against Elara's, and then, as if in reply, her stomach rumbled back. It was almost like they were having a conversation of their own, making us both giggle quietly in the morning light.
"We haven't had anything to eat," Elara groaned. "I'm so hungry I could eat a—uhhhhhh..." She trailed off, frowning as if even her brain was too starved to finish the thought.
"I know, trust me. I'd eat anything right now," I said with a tired laugh.
Elara whispered something under her breath — too soft and quick for me to catch. For a second, I wasn't even sure if she'd said anything at all.
"Hmm... how about I order from that new restaurant we saw a week ago?" she said, perking up a little. "I'll get something big enough to last us until next week."
"Are you sure you can afford that?" I asked, stretching and trying to pull myself out of the warmth of the bed.
"You're really asking your sister who’s the manager at a law firm?" she said with a laugh, sitting up and stretching. For a moment, I just lay there watching her, then finally pushed myself up to join her.
"Come on, get yourself ready," she said, slipping off the bed and striding toward the bathroom. I followed suit, heading into my own room's bathroom instead.
I gazed into the bathroom mirror, studying the reflection of the boy who nearly lost everything yesterday. A boy who should be broken, shattered by the weight of what almost happened. Yet, here I am, a faint smile tugging at my lips, my heart oddly light.
"I'm so weird..." I muttered, grabbing my toothbrush and spreading toothpaste over the bristles. Brushing my teeth felt strangely foreign — even the taste seemed off. Maybe it was just the trauma messing with my senses.
I finished my morning routine feeling uneasy, the weight of yesterday still pressing at the back of my mind. And yet, beneath it all, there was a small, guilty sense of contentment I couldn't quite shake.
I'm jolted from my thoughts as a sharp slap lands on my butt. Glancing to the side, I see my sister, looking refreshed and clean.
"Hey, no shower this morning? That's weird for guys. You lot are usually so obsessed with being hygienic and all," she teases with a smirk.
I shake my head, not in the mood to explain. "Nah, didn't feel like it. I'll get to it later. Right now, all I want is to grab some food with my sister."
"Makes sense. Go ahead and sit on the couch — I'll handle the delivery. Don't die on me," she joked, flashing a grin before heading to her phone.
The next twenty minutes felt endless. Every tick of the clock dragged, stretching time thinner than I thought possible. Even compared to what happened yesterday, this waiting felt unbearable in its own way.
Finally, there was a knock at the door. Without thinking, I got up and swung it open, revealing a delivery woman holding three bags of food.
"Order for Elara?" she purred, her voice dripping with a strange tone as her eyes raked over me, sizing me up like I was a piece of candy.
"Yeah, that's my sister," I said, reaching for the bags. She handed them over but lingered at the door, not stepping back.
"So, gonna give me a tip?" she asked, her smirk widening. "And by tip, I mean your—"
I slammed the door shut before she could finish, cutting off the blatant sexual harassment.
"What was that about?" Elara asked, raising an eyebrow at the loud slam of the door.
"The delivery woman was acting weird," I replied, setting the bags on the dining table. "Mind giving her a one‑star review for me?"
"Gosh, Noah, couldn't you have let me handle it?" she grumbled, sitting down and starting to unpack the food.
"I can't have my big sis going to jail — I need you," I said, carrying plates from the kitchen over to the table.
"True, but what if I got away with it?" she asked, placing some pancakes on both her plate and mine.
"Then I wouldn't mind," I replied, setting some bacon onto our plates, "but unless you're some kind of criminal mastermind, I don't see that happening."
She laughed, clearly convinced she could get away with it — just a little of that natural female confidence in this world.
"Holy shit, Elara, you weren't kidding about the big order," I said, staring at the mountain of takeout containers on the table.
"Eat up, little brother," she said, grabbing a bite of syrupy pancakes. "I'm gonna need you at full energy... for uhh..." She trailed off again, focusing back on her plate.
I speared a forkful of pancakes and brought it to my lips, but Elara beat me to it with her own fork.
"Here, I'll feed you. Be a good boy and say ah," she teased.
I looked away, flustered, but reluctantly opened my mouth. The buttery sweetness of the pancakes filled my taste buds, and I couldn't help but smile.
"You're so adorable with your cheeks full..." she said, returning to her plate and lifting another forkful of pancakes to her lips.
"Why must you tease me, sister..." I whined, taking a bite of my bacon.
"I'm serious, Noah. You're so freaking adorable all the time... it's no wonder you're so popular with women."
I didn't know how to feel about that. Honestly, part of me wished I wasn't. Guys from my old world would probably kill to be in my place, but they wouldn't understand what it's really like.
Elara sighed, taking a slow sip of her coffee. "I don't ever want you to leave me, Noah..."
I reached across the table and placed my hand over hers — my soft skin a stark contrast to her calloused fingers.
"I'll never leave you, sis," I said quietly. "I love you too much to do that."
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