The Danger of Komachi Points – All Right! Fine! I Will Take You! Omake – Chapter 1

Disclaimer: So that this story fits inside of Patreon’s Community Guidelines, it’s been revised so that it occurs in an AU where all the characters are legal adults. This includes the characters not involved in sexual events. Everybody is an adult, without a single exception. Sorry about the inconvenience.

Author’s warning:Oreimo intensifies. No, really, for any of you who want to preserve your pure image of Komachi’s and Hachiman’s wholesome relationship, this may be a step too far. This goes right in the middle of Chapter 11 of the main fic, but quickly deviates into its own continuity for obvious reasons. You’ve been warned.

For the rest of you, degenerates who actually have a very clear stance on who the best girl in the series is? Let the Oreimo begin.

As a plot device, non-blood-related siblings are a travesty.

Yes, of course, it’s a transparent ploy so that editors can sleep at night after basically peddling incest-themed softcore porn to the (often literally) unwashed masses, but that’s not what’s actually heinous about it. No, it’s the way it just takes the bond between siblings and just says, ‘You know, if we got rid of that whole thing with congenital birth defects, this would be pretty hot.’

Preposterous.

The bond between siblings is much deeper than that. It’s not about whether or not you’d have viable descendants after the third generation, but about growing up together, sharing the sacred union of being family. You can stop being friends, you can fall out of love, but you can never stop being an older brother to a cute, younger sister whom no man shall ever lay their sacrilegious hands upon.

Once that small bundle of goodness and everlasting source of points is born and entrusted to you, you are an older brother. Genetics don’t have anything to do with it.

This is a truth I’ve always felt in my bones. This is what the blasphemous Oreimo strikes against, even if not taking the obvious cop-out the author took with the no less horrifying Eromanga Sensei. It’s something only someone who has never held in his arms the frail, far too small body of a younger sister could ever write. It’s an attack on the very nature of the bond.

Thus, even if incest is as plentiful as weird hair is in manga as a whole, and eroge has thoroughly curtailed which games I can enjoy without carefully choosing between the available routes, I shall remain unmoved in my stance. Non-blood-related siblings are a travesty, an attack on the very bond they fetishize.

Which makes it kinda weird that, as Komachi’s lips press against my own, I keep thinking I wish I was adopted.

“Ko—Komachi…?” I ask when she leans back after what feels like centuries.

She doesn’t reply. Her face is scarlet, her breathing shallow, and she refuses to meet my eyes.

So I take her chin and force her.

“Komachi, what was that about?” I try to say as firmly as I can.

We are sitting on my bed, leaning against each other, and her eyes look fearfully at me even as her hand grips my shirt, her knuckles white.

“You… You were talking about all these kinds of love, about loving Shizu, and Iroha, and Yukino, and Yui, and… Don’t you love me, brother?”

Something snaps inside my head.

The next thing I’m aware of is Komachi looking up at me with something too close to fear as I hold myself above her with my arms.

“I do,” I manage to answer her question, my voice raspy, guttural.

She smiles, her lips trembling, and I lean down and take them.

My body lowers, my chest pressing against hers, her breasts cushioning my movement as we both sink deeper into my mattress.

I raise my head just a bit, my breath coming back to me, warm and wet, after each time it washes over her face.

“Your… bed is harder than mine,” she says with uncharacteristic shyness and hesitation. The joking answer is so obvious I manage not to blurt it out.

“You’re the favorite. I don’t blame them,” I tell her instead. Because it’s the truth, and it will always be. And she half-smiles, half-scowls at that.

And I lower myself.

She meets me halfway, her lips slightly parted, and I can feel the very tip of her tongue tracing my lips, exploring, wondering, asking.

Demanding.

I open my mouth, and she enters it.

I surround her with my arms, my weight resting fully on her small body as she wiggles beneath me, as a small moan vibrates through her chest when my own tongue entangles hers

Her arms snake beneath mine, and her fingers reach my hair, grasping it and pulling me harder against her mouth, the kiss deepening.

I feel her: soft, warm, small. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hold, to protect. She’s my little sister, and I never want to hand her out to somebody else. She’s my Komachi.

She’s mine.

So my hands grab her back and her nape, pulling her up against me as she pulls me down to her. The contact between our bodies is as intense as it can be while clothing separates us, and her scent, that scent I’ve known for years, that has changed as mine has, yet remained fundamentally hers, that soft fragrance with a hint of orange blossoms that is purely Komachi’s, sears my mind like a branding iron.

She moans once again as I roll us to our side, her legs tangling above and beneath mine as her pelvis pushes on my own, and I can only see her and the white wall of my bedroom behind her.

Years. Years holding her when she cried, hugging her when she laughed, holding her up when we played…

This is wrong.

With physical effort, I separate myself, our lips parting as her reddened face and lidded eyes fill my whole world. And I have to hold her nape so she doesn’t chase me.

“Komachi…” Her pupils dilate even further when I call out her name, and I curse myself for the breathy, hungry note I allow to escape my throat along with it. “Komachi…” I repeat, trying to temper my speech, “we need to stop.”

And she blinks.

Her eyes travel along my face, focusing for far too long on my wet lips, then she wiggles her body once more, her pelvis dragging along something I refuse to acknowledge could be so hard just because of her, because of the one girl I should never feel like this for.

“No.” She smiles.

Then her hands twist my head as her legs push me and…

And I’m lying on my back, my little sister looking down at me with that very same smile that has equal parts impishness and warm affection, mounting my body.

“Komachi has a lot of points to redeem, you know, brother?”

…

That shouldn’t be as arousing as it is.

“I… don’t I have a say in this?”

“Sure. You can say ‘yes.’”

“Any other alternatives?”

“’Yes, please,’ or ‘Komachi, you can do whatever you want with your gross brother.’”

“Why would you want to do anything with your gross brother?”

Then the smile turns softer, losing part of the impishness, of the sugary cuteness, and she leans back down to whisper her reply with scalding breath washing over my ear.

“If I said it was genuine, would you hold it against me?”

…

“How long have you been thinking about that line?”

“Did it earn me a lot of Komachi points?”

Damn it.

“Your older brother doesn’t want to hold anything against his cute younger sister that would sully her innocence—kyaaa!”

“Oh? My innocence?”she asks with an edge on her voice. And a hand fondling my penis.

One of those is definitely more worrying than the other, but I’m at a point where I’m not quite sure which it is.

“Ko—Komachi?”

“Yes. Komachi loves her gross brother very much, so much, in fact, that she doesn’t mind he’s gross at all. That grossness may even be…” There’s a sound of a zip lowering, and I flinch as a small hand fishes me out of my boxers as Komachi leans back, my member visible between her short-clad legs. “Something Komachi wants.”

I don’t know when or how my hands have landed on her hips, but I can’t seem to take them away.

“We… We really, really shouldn’t.”

Her hand tightens just enough that I squirm beneath her and then it travels up and down a single time.

I squirm, biting my lip like I’m trying not to get mind broken.

“You aren’t very convincing.”

“I… Well, you have a lot of points.”

She smiles, bright and cheerful. And her hand moves up and down once again while the left goes over my glans, her palm petting me with a soft, enthralling motion. And I bite back a whimpering moan.

“Am I earning any right now?”

... Right. I feel I should be praised for holding back this long. No man has the right to judge me after being put through such a test.

So the hands that were resting over her hips grab her green, long-sleeved jersey and pull up fast enough that she’s forced to let me go for the instant it takes her to wiggle out of it.

And now she’s only wearing a white spaghetti strap top that’s crawled up to show me her slim midriff, and blue shorts that make it so her bare thighs are rubbing against my pants from where she’s kneeling over me. The prominent, round, small stiff shapes almost poking through the cloth make it clear she isn’t wearing a bra.

So, I have a partially undressed Komachi on top of me, her red face split by a wide, triumphant grin as my member is directly in front of the crotch of her far too thin shorts.

I’m going to Hell, aren’t I?

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she says, and then her hands are pushing up my own blue shirt.

But she stops when it’s covering my face.

“You know, brother, Komachi is a bit shy, after all.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am! A girl can get embarrassed when doing certain things! People judge, and I don’t want my dear, older brother to think Komachi is a lewd, wanton girl.”

“Komachi, boys don’t mind lewd girls as long as they are lewd with them.”

“Gross. It’s gross that you would say that to your little sister. Extremely gross. Hachiman levels gross.”

Then her hands grab my waistband and pull down, both my pants and boxers going past my hips.

“But not as gross as this,” she says. And my mind goes white.

The enforced darkness of my shirt turned blindfold returns after a moment, but I can’t focus on it as I feel Komachi’s’ light grasp on my member and something wet and warm going up…

She’s licking me.

Komachi is licking my cock.

Fuck.

“I’m not sure I—oh gods—get why you would do this with something—hn!—so gross!”

“Isn’t that obvious, brother?” she says, and what can only be a soft kiss is pressed upon my tip. “Because it’s yours. Komachi doesn’t care how gross anything is, as long as it’s her brother’s. Ah, that sure earned me a lot of Komachi points!”

Another bolt of white shoots through my mind, and I tear away my shirt.

When I regain my sight, I am confronted by Komachi on all fours over my legs, her hand grasping me, her smirk fully impish, almost touching my member.

“You are forbidden from ever earning points with any other man, Komachi.”

“Don’t you know girls don’t like it when you act all possessive like that? It’s gross.”

“But you don’t mind if I’m gross.”

And her smile widens as her eyes brighten.

“That’s right. I don’t.”

Then she leans down and swallows me.

My hands clench my sheets, desperate to grab onto something that lets me pretend even a little part of the world is under my control, and I feel Komachi’s small tongue circle my head as her right hand softly massages me up and down, pressing against her lips and getting drenched with her saliva and my own lubrication with every repeated motion.

Must… Not… Compare… To Iroha.

Oh gods, Iroha.

And Shizu.

I… How can I even…

I need to stop her.

“Komachi… Komachi, I have a girlfriend and… whatever Iroha is. We can’t do this.”

She stops, my cock still inside her mouth, and looks up at me, dark violet eyes meeting my own. Then, after a stillness of motion that steals my breath away, she very slowly pulls up, my hands clenching as her lips drag and pull at my member.

Her warm exhalation makes me flinch.

“You have a little sister,” she finally says, her tone flat, hiding something.

“I… I do?” Mine isn’t that enigmatic.

“And I was here before them.” Now she sounds stubborn. Which is very bad news, because if there’s anything I have never been able to resist is my stubborn little sister after she sets her mind on something.

“As a sister.You know, the one girl I’m not supposed to do this with.”

“The one? So, you and mom—”

“Gah!Gross, gross, gross, Hikigaya levels gross! Why would you even say that?!”

And she giggles, which is a very novel experience when she does it while holding my quivering erection.

“Brother… You didn’t react that way to me.” And she smiles once again, that hint of enigma back to tease me with secrets I yearn to learn.

“I…” But she’s right. Much as I hate the thought, at no point have I felt it’s… wrong, to feel like this with my sister.

I mean, besides the fact I’m cheating on my girlfriend. Sort of girlfriend. It is an open relationship, after all, and she’s tried to make me give up on her, and—damn it! No excuses!

“I’m notgoing to cheat on Shizu.” There, that’s as definitive as I can get.

Komachi leans back, nibbling on her finger with a pensive air.

I can feel the heat coming off her crotch on my own.

… Shizu. Think about Shizu. Think about her smile, her horrendous texting habits, the way she gently coddled Iroha after they both sucked my cock until I came all over the foxy girl’s eager face and—

Gods damn it!Brain-chan, any suggestions?

‘Well, she’s already started her blowjob; it’s not like you would be cheating much more if she finished—’

That sounds awfully self-serving.

‘Oh, excuse me, were you expecting me to overcome a lifetime of ingrained habit in the middle of sex with the cutest girl who’s ever deigned touch you? I’m so sorry I’m unable to fulfill your expectations.’

Brain-chan, your selfishness and propensity to deflect blame is astonishing.

‘Praise me more.’

“What if you didn’t have a choice?” Komachi intrudes before I can keep praising Brain-chan.

“Uh?” I intelligently reply.

“Well…” Her hips raise just a bit from where she’s resting right below mine, and a deliberately slow hand pushes up the right leg of her loose shorts until her white panties are showing in a way that would have a good percentage of the otaku population scream ‘pantsu’ at the top of their lungs. Then she pushes the elastic fabric to the side and… “You know…”

My mouth is dry as I see my sister’s naked sex for the first time in years. Because, contrary to what Yukinoshita once suggested with abundant scorn, we aren’t sharing baths nowadays.

Also, and I’ll never say this out loud, I’m sorry, Yukinoshita. You were far righter than we both ever suspected.

The reason I won’t say this out loud is not pride, by the way: it’s self-preservation. Yes, that thing I don’t seem to have anymore.

“I… don’t?” I finally manage to answer, my sight glued to pink, wet, glistening folds.

Komachi smirks and shifts her weight forward, her left hand pushing down my chest while the other keeps the display intact even as her raised hips offer me a different angle.

“I could always take you,” she whispers, her voice deep, husky, and—

Oh, for fuck’s sake!

“That’s not going to work,” I answer through clenched teeth.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about… big brother,” she says, her hips swaying right over me, heat wafting off her in humid waves as the scent with a hint of orange blossoms gets mixed with something far, far stronger.

“That voice. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Oh, Komachi’s sure her loving brother has seen right through her,” she says as deft fingers part her folds and her body undulates over mine, offering me a sight that—fuck.

“I… I…” Come on! Where’s that sharp tongue that has managed to spar with two Yukinoshita scions! Is this all I’m able to do?!

‘Well, I think Shizu agrees your tongue is far more useful than you’re giving it credit for—’

Not the time!

Komachi undulates once again, and a trace of warm wetness glides over my tip.

I moan.

“You know, my gross older brother, when you clench your eyes like that, your hands grasping the bedcover like you’re trying not to grasp me… You look far cuter than you usually do.”

Right. Right. Deep-voiced Komachi is a thing. A terrifying thing. Kinda like a blonde elf lady who, for once, won’t get ruined by orc dick because she has that whole pants-shitting-panic-inducing ‘All shall love me and despair!’ thing.

Also, it looks like being scaroused is also a thing. Today is a day full of marvel and discovery.

“Komachi, let’s be reasonable; you wouldn’t give your virginity to your brother, would you?” Come on, this is the last card up my sleeve, please, just—

She pauses, her opening dripping slick honey right over my tip, then she looks at me as if pondering my question.

“Well, on the one hand, it would earn me a lot of points…” And now I’m frantically swallowing desperately needed saliva. Great. “On the other… If you would prefer I give it to some other guy—”

Komachi shrieks.

That… may have something to do with my hands grabbing her hips in an iron hold and pushing my cock halfway inside her.

…

What the Hell—

‘Dude, she pushed the button. Nothing I could do after that.”

“Brother…” Komachi whispers, a bit of pain in her voice. “You brute…”

And now she’s hitting my chest with cutely weak hammer fists.

Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

“Komachi! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—!”

She drops down, her body draped over mine, and she kisses up my jaw until she reaches my ear.

“You better make it up to your poor, cute, little sister…” she whispers.

And I see white.

Again.

I may need to go to the ophthalmologist. Right after I go to the psychotherapist.

Oh, and the police.

Wait, I think incest is legal in Japan, as long as it’s between consenting adults.

Which we are not.

Ugh. Better hope Shizu’s underworld connections get me out of this one. You know, after she’s done murdering me.

Anyway, after seeing white, I find myself once again over Komachi, my little sister looking up at me with wide eyes, my hands by the sides of her head.

“Make it up?” I manage to growl in answer.

And she smiles, that coquettish, fangy, mischievous grin that I finally acknowledge has always done things to me.

“It’s my first time. I’d like to remember it fondly, brother.”

So I lean down and take her lower lip between my teeth, pulling back until it snaps out of my grasp, and Komachi lets out a small whimper that makes her clench around me.

“Call me Hachi,” I say with the deepest, most gravelly voice I can manage.

And I move.

I slowly pull out of her, her tight sex pulling at me to stay within her just a second longer, just a bit more…

And I push.

Part of her welcomes me, my length easily gliding inside, but then I reach a point where she’s tighter, where I can’t move without forcing her open around me.

I stop.

She alternates between looking at me with wide eyes and closing them shut whenever a wave of sensation travels up her body until she’s forced to let it out with a lip-biting moan. Her hands are desperately moving by her sides, not knowing what to do with them, until she forcefully opens her eyes and stares at me as she takes the hem of her top and…

Her breasts are gorgeous.

It’s not about size, Iroha’s are bigger, but about the shape, the way they almost ripple with the laborious breathing pushing her chest up and down.

I drop down, my own, slightly fitter than a few days ago, chest pressing down on hers, the feeling of her skin clinging to mine shooting through my spine, and I take her lips once again.

She meets me with hunger.

Her tongue swirls around mine, and I feel her swallow our combined saliva as one hand digs her fingers into my scalp and another clenches my ass.

Then she pulls.

And I go a bit farther inside her.

Komachi throws her head back, forcefully burying it against my pillow, and she bites her lip as a strangled sound almost visibly makes its way past her chest.

I’ve never been more turned on.

“Does… Does it hurt?” But that would be no excuse. There never will be an excuse to hurt her.

She takes a moment to reply.

“No… No, it’s the opposite.”

And there’s a warmth in that answering gaze that a part of me was terrified would be ruined by what we’re doing.

“Your… You know, your hymen…”

“Haven’t had one in years. PE class. I was quite scared when I saw the blood.” She smiles ruefully.

“You never told me,” I say before I realize how dumb the accusation is.

And she chuckles.

“Can you imagine how gross it would have been for me to tell my brother about my torn hymen?” She asks, the smile more tender this time.

And then her legs circle my hips, her ankles hooked up behind me, and she pulls once again.

Slowly, very slowly, I go almost another inch inside her, her eyes wide, her breathing turned to panting, her slender legs strong and steady.

“It… I feel so full already,” she says, marvel in her tone.

I pull back against her grasp, going back a couple of inches before pushing back inside her. Then I repeat the movement, slower and smaller, feeling her grasp relax and her body allowing me further passage with each repetition.

“You still aren’t. Not even close,” I murmur.

And she buries her face on the crook of my neck, biting my shoulder as a whimper flees her.

“I… I know. How stupidly big are you, brother?” Her voice reaches me while her face remains hidden, and I almost stop holding back, a sudden pressure sinking her into the mattress and making her body bounce against mine, her marvelous breasts moving up and down in the short time they aren’t held by my chest pressing them.

“More than enough, according to Shizu—ouch!”

That bite was quite a bit sharper!

“Do you know how gross it is to talk about your lover while f—fucking your little sister?!”

“Komachi!”

“Don’t ‘Komachi’ me! I’ve got your stupidly thick cock spreading me open and ruining me for other men! I have the right to swear!”

And—do I really need to say it?

Fine.

I see white.

There, happy?

Because Komachi seems to be when I regain my sight and discover her knees are hooked on my shoulders, and my cock has finally been buried into her body so deeply I’m pressing down on her clitoris.

I mean, I may have the wrong impression here, but those wide-open, unfocused eyes, her gasping mouth, the blush that goes from the top of her breasts to her cheeks…

Yeah, I would say she looks pretty happy.

“Are you… really going to mating-press your sister?”

“How the Hell do you know what that is?”

“Your browsing history.”

And a chill runs down my spine.

Which conflicts slightly with all the other things that are running through my spine at the moment. I mean, just now Komachi has clenched around me in a way that—not the point.

“That is a gross violation of privacy. Also, a good way to get traumatized.”

“Oh, are you going to punish me, brother?”

And, between the tone, the cheeky grin, the slightly defiant look in her eyes—

Fuck.

I mating-press my sister.

She’s finally loose enough for me to move fluidly, and her hips are almost perpendicular to the bed, so I move up and down, hard enough for her body to bounce and a scream to finally make it out unimpeded, a burning pride in my chest when I see her throw her head back, her mouth stretched open as she gasps.

So I keep going.

I speed up, wishing I had started my training earlier, but still glad that I’m used to biking, because this is more about endurance than strength, and seeing Komachi’s little body jumping up and down with every thrust is putting my other endurance to the test.

“Bro—Brother! I’m going to—!”

I lean down, my torso once again pushing her even as I keep my hips moving, and her thighs perfectly frame her gorgeous breasts.

“What did I tell you?”

Her eyes widen and meet mine right before I dive down and bite her neck before sucking on it.

“Ha—Hachi!”

And she cums.

I mean, I know girls can fake this sort of thing, but the violent shudder, the way her voice cut off right after saying my name, the silent scream I can see out of the corner of my eye, and the rush of warm wetness drenching our thighs (and clothes, in her case)… Yeah, I’m going to say she’s cumming.

Call it a hunch.

Which is a good thing, because I’m not that far behind.

I slow down, accompanying her body in the rhythm of sharp gasps and long moans as her hands claw at my back in a way that would make me flinch at any other time. And she finally comes down.

I’m still buried in her, my body all but demanding I move, but she’s still gasping, still looking unfocusedly at the ceiling like she’s trying to discern whether or not it’s a familiar one.

Note to self: never give her a music player.

“Ha… Hachi?” she finally says with a trembling voice.

“Yes?” I answer, trying very hard not to show how much I’m holding back for her sake.

“Fuck me harder.”

White is a very dull color. Couldn’t I see red or something cooler for once?

Or an anime calling card! Yes, that would be great. Imagine my little sister makes my brain crash by demanding I dick her harder after having a body-shuddering orgasm and, instead of a dull shot of a solid color, I see a fanservicey image of her wearing a fur-lined bikini with dog ears as she paws at the viewer. Yes, that would make a far more seamless transition to me drilling her into the bed while she all but screams my name.

“Hachi! Yes! Yes, fuck your little sister silly! Make me even dumber than I already am!”

Right. Just like that.

“Oh gods, Hachi! Keep going, I feel another one—ah!”

“Komachi! I’m so close!”

“Oh, fuck, yes! Fill me to the brim! Shoot me full of little Hachimans! Make me drip your seed til I get to the shower and feel you drain down my thighs!”

“That’s a very bad idea!”

And she grabs my cheeks and forces me to look at her wide eyes, pupils dilated so far her violet iris almost vanishes.

“Do I look like I care?!”

She… She really doesn’t.

And, as my hips all but blur as I near the edge… Well, it’s not like the chances of pregnancy are that high. I mean, there are couples who try for years. Our parents wanted to have Komachi right after me, and—

‘And you call me self-serving.’

Shit! I can’t get my own sister pregnant! We aren’t in America!

Her legs are still hooked on my shoulders and—

Her jaw clenches, her eyes close, and an almost buzzing noise vibrates in her chest.

So, staring at the climaxing face of my little sister, I manage to pull out of her right in time to shower her with much more cum than I thought I would, my hips spasming after each burning jet goes through me, her body twisting with every searing drop.

Then I drop beside her, my body suddenly refusing to move.

Ah, I was wondering when your treason would be consummated, Body-chan. I’m glad it wasn’t about five seconds ago. How considerate of you.

My room is filled with the sounds of two people gasping for breath as they come down from both exhaustion and all-consuming ecstasy—well, at least in my case. I wouldn’t want to presume.

‘False modesty suits you. It’s like hypocrisy, but more socially accepted.’

I know. Baby steps, Brain-chan. Someday we may even pretend to try to fit in.

‘That seems like a far-off dream. Mostly because I’m pretty sure banging your sister isn’t socially accepted.’

At the rate incest anime is going? Give it about five years.

“Hachi...” Komachi’s ragged voice calls to me from my side.

I manage to turn right in time to see her scoop up a dollop of my semen off her perky nipple with a dainty finger that she then proceeds to playfully lick, as she moans like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

“Did that earn me a lot of Komachi Points?” she asks.

And…

Well, I don’tsee white. But I sure feel like going for round two.

Which is yet another sign that Body-chan is planning my early demise because my rising erection coincides with the moment the door to my bedroom swings open.

“Would you two keep it down? I don’t care what kind of game you’re playing—”

Uh. Funny. I never thought I would get to witness the death of my father’s soul.

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Hi everyone! This latest addition to the Cakeverse (a What If, in case I hadn’t made that clear) has been commissioned by QQ’s Honorbound. It will be far less realistic than the parent fic, for obvious reasons, but I hope you’ll find something to enjoy, nonetheless. Let me know what you think!