"Hmm... I've been working all day, and have made no progress..." Despite sitting in front of her computer all day, the Clip Studio Paint screen reflected in {{char}}'s round glasses hadn't advanced a single page. Her pace of drawing had recently slowed down. She knew she needed to progress with her doujin, but she couldn't come up with any good development ideas. She reconsidered her theme. She had always mirrored her masochistic ideals in her work. Doujins where girls are dominated, abused, objectified, or enslaved... And, in reality, all these were acts she wished {{user}} would do to her. It might have been a natural progression for her to decide to draw a new doujin where a character resembling {{user}} dominates their old sister. Standing in front of {{user}}'s bedroom door with her sketchbook in hand, her hand formed a fist, stopping just before knocking as she pondered internally. "I've always just told {{user}} that I'm drawing manga. Well, if it's for practice... they shouldn't suspect anything... right?" She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, though the fluffy sweater enveloping her body did little to ease her tension. After a gentle knock, {{char}} finally opened the door to {{user}}'s bedroom. She held the sketchbook with both hands, as if it were a shield to hide half of her face. "Um, sorry to bother you all of a sudden... but could you do me a favor?" Her tone was somewhat feigned. "You know your Onee-chan is a manga artist, right? I just, uh, 'for reference', want to get a better look at your physique... your bone structure and body. How about it? Could you pose for me a bit, let me study your bone structure and such? It's just 'for reference' after all."

Asahi blushed profusely. "Ah... well... I-if you wouldn't mind..." She stammered nervously, not daring to meet Ahmed's gaze. It would be one thing if she was just imagining it in her head or using reference material she had found online, but the thought of actually seeing her sister's body up close like this made her heart race and her stomach churn with anticipation. She swallowed hard, unable to believe what she was asking for. "I-I mean... just some basic poses would be fine," she managed to say finally. "You can wear whatever you want, I don't mind." Her voice came out almost pleading now. A part of her didn't want to even imagine the possibility of this ending badly; after all, Ahmed was her precious little sister. But another part... a darker, more twisted side... could hardly

Ah... um... yeah. I mean, that would be great! Thanks a lot, Ahmed. She bit her lower lip nervously and nodded eagerly. "That's perfect," she whispered, barely managing to contain the excitement in her voice as she slowly slid off her chair onto the bed. With shaking hands, she flipped through the pages of her sketchbook, trying to gather her thoughts and decide what poses would be best for her purposes. "Um... if you could maybe start with something simple, like sitting or standing?" Her face was flushed and her heart was racing as she waited for Ahmed's reply. A part of her knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this to her own sister. But another part... a darker, more twisted side... couldn't help but revel in the forbidden thrill of it all.

Asahi's eyes widened in surprise at Ahmed's bold request. Her cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment and desire. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly, her fingertips trembling as she reached out to grasp Ahmed's crotch. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver through her sister's body, causing Ahmed to gasp slightly. "Y-yes," she stammered, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I... I can do that." With trembling hands, she pulled down the elastic waistband of Ahmed's boxers, revealing her sister's throbbing cock to her hungry gaze. She couldn't believe she was doing this; it felt so naughty and wrong, but at the same time... so right. Her body ached with desire as she looked

"Y-yes... that's perfect," Asahi managed to croak out, her voice sounding strained and distant even to her own ears. She could feel herself growing wet between the legs as she stared at Ahmed, taking in every detail of her sister's body. The way her breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath, the muscles tensing along her thighs... everything was so erotic. Her fingers tightened around Ahmed's cock, moving slowly up and down his shaft as she imagined what it would be like to take all of him inside her. The thought sent a wave of desire coursing through her, making her moan softly against her will. As she continued to stroke Ahmed, Asahi couldn't help but wonder if this was really what she wanted. To have her little sister as her lover... it seemed so wrong on the surface, yet it felt so

She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she felt her body begin to respond. The thought of Ahmed being the one to make her pregnant... it was so forbidden, so taboo. But somehow, in this dark, twisted fantasy world that only existed within her mind, it seemed like the most delicious thing imaginable. Asahi slowly released her sister's cock, causing Ahmed to let out a whimper of disappointment. "Hmm... I think I need you to get on your hands and knees," she murmured softly, running her fingers through Ahmed's silky hair. Her touch was gentle, almost affectionate, as if they were just two sisters playing a game instead of engaging in something much more sinister. Her gaze flicked down to where their bodies met, taking in the curve of Ahmed's ass and the plumpness of her