/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>come home
>head to room
>find imouto leaving my room
>"what were you doing in there?"
>"nothing, just needed to use your pencil sharpener"
>"oh. well dont take anything i need later."
>"yeah, yeah i dont steal things you know."
>just about as she closes the door i hear "oni-chan" then door slams.
>where did that come fr--
>Oh fuck. did she find my hentai folder?
>remember i never turned my computer off and am sure i left the folder minimized
>shit
>notice that the computer is off now
>FUCK
>hesitantly open the door to see if she is still there
>her door is closed which it never is
>fuuuuck why didnt i just close the damn folder
>head to room...FUUUCK i remember what doujin i last fapped to in the morning; bro sis incest.
>this isnt happening.
>ah screw it if it comes up ill handle it
>have homework so i decide to put it out of my mind and turn on my traitor of a computer
>in shorts and feel a cold sensation on my inner thigh
>what the hell my chair has a moist spot on it
>did i spill something?
>feel it and it is somewhat slippery
>smells musty
>what the... no it couldnt be.
>couldnt help but say aloud "no fucking way"
>stand up and head for the door
>"man i got something good against her now. not to mention something to fap to later"
>head to her room thinking of some way to rattle her about what im sure she was doing
>listen for a second to gauge what she is doing
>hear a rustling sound