Drunk on My Brother's Scent (1)
I slipped my fingers between her soft lips and gently scratched her nipple through the thin fabric. Hyejung closed her eyes halfway and let out a low, feminine moan.
“Not here… Can you suck me off in the kitchen instead?”
“Of course… Mom has to do whatever her son wants.”
I closed the distance between our mouths. As if she’d been waiting for it, Kwon Hyejung tilted her head and eagerly accepted my kiss. My cock had just finished pumping a thick load into her daughter’s pussy and was still slick with the aftermath. Without the slightest hesitation, she wrapped her hand around that messy shaft and sucked greedily on my tongue.
Slurp… Chuuup…
Blood rushed back into me at frightening speed. My mind was already spinning with ideas—how exactly I was going to play with this ripe, delicious woman today.
…
“Mmm… Do you usually just have cereal for breakfast?”
I sat at the four-person table between the kitchen and living room, spooning chocolate-flavored cereal into my mouth while glancing at Yoon Bom, who was practically glued to my side. She had washed up quickly and was now stuck to me like a magnet. This time she wasn’t wearing something skin-tight; instead she had on an oversized, baggy shirt. When she leaned forward even slightly, the deep valley of her cleavage was completely visible. The hem of the shirt fell all the way to her thighs, making it look at first glance like she was wearing nothing underneath—which she wasn’t. Just one thick, loose top.
“Everyone wakes up at different times, so yeah. Mom gets up early to do housework or go exercise. I usually roll out of bed around ten and laze around. Gaeul wakes up around noon and gets ready for work. The only time we really eat together is dinner.”
“Now that you mention it, I barely ever see Gaeul’s face.”
Slurrrp—! Chuuup—! Chubup—!
Yoon Gaeul. Honestly, I’d never actually seen her bare face. Every time we met she was wearing a mask, so I never got the chance. The only things that came to mind were her tiny height and pretty blonde hair.
“Bom, how tall are you?”
I asked while slowly stroking her thigh. She clung to my arm and answered sweetly.
“Around 165 cm. That’s about a 15-centimeter difference with you, oppa… Perfect height for night activities, right?”
“Hyejung…”
The moment I said the name, the woman currently sucking my cock under the table gave my shaft a light scrape with her teeth. The hand gently rolling my balls tightened too, making me wince.
“Mom seems about the same height as you… Is Gaeul the only one who’s really short?”
“Yeah. That little midget doesn’t even reach 160. She claims she’s 160, but I bet she’s 158 or 159.”
“……”
If my memory was right, Gaeul was an adult too. A girl who had just turned twenty. Another little sister who was very likely still brand-new and unopened.
“What did you say Gaeul does for work again?”
“Dog grooming. She loves animals—dogs, cats, that kind of thing.”
“Oh… She’s twenty and went straight into working instead of college? That’s impressive. Does she have a boyfriend?”
“Oppa… Why do you keep asking about Gaeul? Are you interested in her?”
“……”
Of course I was interested. Both Hyejung and Bom were stunning enough to slap the faces of most celebrities. There was no way Gaeul would be any different. Once that mask came off, I was sure I’d see a face so fucking hot—well, so pretty—it would make my cock twitch. Puhah—! Chuuup— Slurp—
Household Onahole Model No. 3. A petite blonde pussy under 160 cm. The final piece that would complete the sister rice bowl and unlock the possibility of a full 4P. Not being interested in a girl like that would be ridiculous.
“What? Are you jealous?”
“……”
I squeezed her soft thigh and looked into her face. Her mouth was pressed into a tight line and she was frowning, but it wasn’t a look of genuine displeasure.
“Bom.”
“Nngh…♥”
I slid my hand between her legs and pushed my middle finger deep into her cunt. She arched her upper body back and thrust her hips forward, making it easier for me to finger her. Gubop—! Chubop—! Ubup—!
“Am I your boyfriend?”
“N-no…”
“Then whether I meet someone or get interested in someone… it has nothing to do with you, does it?”
Her insides were still incredibly wet. The cum that had pooled against her cervix was leaking out, making a mess of her pussy walls.
“If I can do it with you, I can do it with Gaeul too, right?”
“But…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll spoil you plenty too.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah. So don’t sleep with any other guys, okay? Who do you belong to?”
“Oppa… I-I’m oppa’s…♥”
Burrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! Burrrbubuk!!!!
“Good… Never… give it to another man.”
The moment I started to cum, Hyejung pressed her face tight against my lower body. She opened her throat wide, pressed her nose against my stomach, and swallowed every drop of my load. Could you even call that “swallowing”? My cock—too long for her to wrap both hands around—was shoved all the way down her throat, bent sharply inside her. There was no gulping sound; she simply held me in her body so I could empty myself directly into her stomach.
Meanwhile, I had my dick in one woman’s mouth while telling my sex-friend little sister not to sleep with anyone else. Bom quietly accepted it and began lewdly licking the fingers I’d pulled from her pussy. She stuck out her long red tongue and sucked on them with wet, obscene sounds. Mom was sucking my cock below the table, and her daughter was sucking my fingers above it.
It was in the middle of this absurdly peaceful morning that the door directly across from the master bedroom suddenly burst open. A blonde girl shuffled out, rubbing her eyes.
Byurururuk!!!! Byububuk!!!!
Yoon Gaeul was wearing cute silk pajamas printed with little dog-paw patterns and hugging a huge stuffed dog. At first glance she looked adorable, but the closer you looked, the less innocent it became. She was definitely short. But her breasts were huge. Not quite as big as Hyejung’s or Bom’s, but way beyond the average Korean woman’s size. Because of that, her pajama top didn’t fit properly. The hem kept riding up, completely exposing her slim waist and cute belly button.
“……”
Gaeul stared at us with a dazed, sleepy expression. Right then, Hyejung—who had been under the table—took a deep breath and muttered, “Did our son cum nicely? Mom’s so full from breakfast she doesn’t think she needs to eat.” At the same time, Bom deliberately made louder sucking noises as she licked my fingers.
“Ugh… What’s that weird smell…? What… what is it…? Am I dreaming?”
Gaeul started rubbing her eyes. Her massive breasts jiggled wildly inside the silk top. From the way they moved, she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Strangely, though, her nipples were nowhere to be seen. There was no reason she’d wear nipple patches to bed, so there was only one possibility.
“Inverted nipples, huh.”
At the sound of my voice, Gaeul flinched and snapped awake. Realizing it wasn’t a dream, she quickly hugged her stuffed dog to her chest.
“Oh my… Is our son still not satisfied?”
“Oppa, is that your type? I have cat-ear headbands… Should I wear one…?”
Whether I answered or not, both Hyejung and Bom were fully focused on their own desires.
“W-what the hell is this? What are you all doing? Why is Mom under the table…? And sis, what are you… why are you sucking that person’s fingers? Huh?”
Her voice trembled in a slightly high pitch. Her eyes darted back and forth between the top and bottom of the table in confusion, and she slowly backed away.
“Kids don’t need to know. Go back to bed. Right, oppa?”
Bom deliberately hugged my arm tight. My elbow sank straight between her soft, pillowy breasts.
“D-don’t tell me… You seduced your stepbrother with that body? That’s… that’s obscene!”
“You’re the obscene one, sleeping with a dog plushie every night. That’s why you still have zero experience with men.”
You were a virgin until a few days ago too. The words rose to the tip of my tongue but I swallowed them. Their sisterly relationship really wasn’t great… Maybe because their personalities were so different? Gaeul didn’t seem like the bold type at all. She looked like the kind of girl who would quietly whimper during masturbation or sex. The pure, innocent type who would never do anything like OnlyFans.
“H-how can you do something like that with someone who’s basically family now? I knew it the moment you started selling those perverted pictures online!”
“Perverted pictures? That’s just your own dirty mind talking. And what’s wrong with having sex? You masturbate too, don’t you? Are you planning to never have sex in your entire life?”
“That’s not what I mean! Those pictures are all used by guys to… to jerk off! Your body is plastered all over porn sites!”
“Oh? You seem to know those sites pretty well. Acting all pure on the outside but fingering yourself like crazy behind closed doors. Ugh… That’s gross. Don’t tell me you watch my videos while you do it?”
“I-I wouldn’t watch your cheap, vulgar body even if you paid me!”
“Cheap? You’ve said enough.”
The moment Bom let go of my arm and shot to her feet, Gaeul flinched and curled into herself.
“Both of you, stop fighting.”
At that moment, Hyejung crawled out from under the table on all fours, still licking her lips.
“Bom, you’re getting way too close to Eunho. We’re family. Sex isn’t bad, but you shouldn’t do it with family.”
“But you’re doing it with him, Mom. Aren’t you family too?”
“Mom is fine.”
Hyejung put her hands on her hips and spoke firmly.
“It’s good that you’re both getting close to Eunho, but you have to keep the line between siblings. Eunho, even if you start wanting the girls, you have to hold back. Instead, come to Mom anytime. I’ll take care of you. Understand? That’s the right thing to do.”