Yoon Gaeul Gets Fucked (1)
I closed the door first. This was to stop Yoon Gaeul from running away, and to keep the sounds of me fucking her from leaking out into the hallway.
“What a silly girl…”
Yoon Gaeul was lying on my bed. I switched on a single mood lamp so I could see her better. In the faint orange glow that filled the room, I yanked the blanket all the way off. The first thing that caught my eye was her plump, juicy ass. Below it stretched a pair of short, slender legs. They were long enough that her proportions didn’t look bad, even if she was tiny.
“Why aren’t you wearing anything on the bottom?”
Looking closer, I saw something caught between her legs and her hand. It was my clothes.
“This… is my underwear…”
No wonder only my pants had been left behind when Bom cleaned my room. I’d taken off both my underwear and shirt, but the underwear had vanished.
“So you took it. That’s cute.”
I climbed onto the bed and settled lightly over her. I didn’t dare put my full weight on her—she looked like she might break—so I simply rested my heavy, limp cock on the curve of her ass. It naturally draped along the line of her waist. Seeing it like this made one thing perfectly clear: just how small Yoon Gaeul’s body was compared to her older sister or our mother.
“Will it even fit?”
Of course, whether it fit or not, I was going to shove every inch inside her. I’d buried myself to the root in both her sister and our mom. I couldn’t exactly discriminate against the youngest.
I calmed my pounding heart and slowly lowered my upper body. Careful not to wake her, I slipped a hand beneath her chest and gave one soft breast a gentle squeeze. It was smaller than her sister’s, but that wasn’t disappointing at all. The way it overflowed my palm, the impossible softness of her skin—the delicate, fragile texture that felt like it would shatter if I handled it too roughly was something I could never get from the other two.
“Gaeul. Wake up.”
“……”
“If you don’t wake up… I’m just going to fuck you like this?”
A hazy consciousness slowly returned. Someone was calling my name from far away. It was a low, warm voice I felt like I’d heard before… As it drew closer, I realized it was gently wrapping me in warmth.
A comfortable weight pressed down on me—neither painful nor suffocating—while delicate fingers kneaded my breasts as carefully as if they were handling a precious treasure. Happiness flooded every inch of my body. If this was a dream… I wanted it to last until morning…
“You’re giving off the smell of a bitch in heat…”
“……”
“Were you masturbating with Oppa’s clothes? Spreading your legs on Oppa’s bed and rubbing your pussy with his underwear?”
“……”
“I thought you were such a proper girl… but you’re not at all, are you?”
Ah. Ah? Aaaaaah—!!!?
My eyes flew open. That’s right. I had stolen Oppa’s clothes and was trying to sneak back to my room. I was going to smell them while I… while I touched myself… No, while I slept…
The smell was so good I actually passed out? What kind of idiot…!
That was when Oppa squeezed my breast hard. There was no hesitation in the motion. He touched me like I already belonged to him, like I was a toy he could play with whenever he wanted.
“Mmph……♥”
But I didn’t hate it. In fact, I loved it. Just having my breasts held made my whole body tremble. My heart raced, every nerve ending sharpened, and my pussy gushed with thick juices, preparing to welcome him.
“You’re awake? Sleep well?”
That low, sexy voice right beside my ear. The soft brush of lips against my cheek. The gentle, rhythmic squeeze of my breasts. The long, thick weight resting on my waist. The heavy pressure against my ass. Everything about him made me feel strange and hot.
“I-I’m sorry…………”
“For what?”
My throat closed up. What was I supposed to say? What exactly was I apologizing for? For secretly watching while Oppa fucked my sister? For masturbating while I watched? For sneaking into his room? For passing out on his bed? Every single thing I’d done was wrong from start to finish.
“It’s okay. Actually, I’m happy. You came looking for me because you wanted to sleep with Oppa, right?”
“T-that’s……”
“You came at the perfect time. Let’s sleep together.”
Before I could answer, Oppa flipped me over. He released my breasts, rose up, and laid me flat on my back on the bed. I couldn’t even think of resisting; my body simply turned. Even if I had tried, the result would have been the same. Oppa was over 180 centimeters tall. His body was packed with compact muscle from his military days. Just the sight of his forearms in the glow of the mood lamp told me everything. They were on a completely different level from my soft, slender arms. He was unmistakably a male. A wolf ready to devour a meek little lamb who had grown up quietly through middle and high school and had only just taken her first step into society.
The room was filled with a soft orange light. Oppa positioned himself between my legs. He slid both knees deep beneath my thighs, knelt, and laid his heavy cock right on top of my pussy with a wet smack.
“Ah……♥”
The moment I realized I had let out a voice like a bitch in heat, I clamped my mouth shut. The image of Oppa claiming my sister flashed through my mind. Was I going to end up like that too? The first time was supposed to be gentle and loving, but…
“W-wait a moment……”
“So they really are inverted nipples.”
Oppa grabbed my right breast. Without any mercy, he shoved his index finger straight into the cleft between them.
“Aah………♥”
I couldn’t resist properly. He was only stirring his finger roughly inside my breast, yet my entire body tingled and sparked. It felt completely different from when I touched myself. Could the sensation really change this much just because the person touching me was different?
“Just asking in case… have you ever been with a man?”
“……”
Our eyes locked in midair. Oppa’s gaze was staring straight into mine. The moment I saw those eyes, I understood. Ah… it was already too late. There was no escaping now. No matter what I said, this man… wasn’t going to let me go…
“N-no………”
“Then Oppa will be your first man, huh?”
I had decided my first time would be with someone I truly loved… or at least with someone I wouldn’t mind having a child with… Yet I obediently nodded my head. I didn’t know whether I liked him. This was the first time we had properly faced each other and talked; there was no way I could know. But if it was this man’s child… if it was Oppa’s child… it felt like it would be okay. Right now, every cell in my body was telling me so.
Her obedient nod made my balls twitch. It was silent permission. It’s okay to put it in. I’ll give the body I’ve treasured for twenty years to Oppa. I’ll warmly wrap your cock with my pussy, so use me however you want and cum as much as you like.
“Here, touch it.”
I swallowed the urge to tear her hymen apart right then and there, took Yoon Gaeul’s hand, and wrapped it around my cock.
“I-it feels weird… Something’s getting… harder and harder……”
“It’s getting ready to go inside you.”
“……”
At that, Yoon Gaeul—who had been trembling—slowly began to stroke me. Even though I hadn’t told her to, she took the initiative, running her much smaller hand up and down my length, making the thing that would soon ravage her insides fully hard.
As expected… using the lewd notebook was the right choice.
There was a penalty that I had to write in it every single day, but honestly that wasn’t much of a penalty at all. If I could keep creating situations this arousing and beyond common sense, I felt like I could use it two or three times a day without any problem.
“W-will… all of this really fit?”
When my cock was completely erect, Yoon Gaeul looked at it lying across her body and whispered. It easily covered her navel. The head stopped right around the midpoint between her solar plexus and belly button.
“It’ll all fit.”
It had gone all the way into both your sister and our mom, after all.
“C-can you be gentle? I-I like it soft……”
“What a coincidence. Oppa likes it soft too.”
I pulled my hips back slightly and pressed the head against her already soaking pussy. Her skin was impossibly soft. Nothing like a man’s rough hide. It was so different I almost wondered if we were different species.
“Mmph…………”
I slowly parted her inner walls and pushed inside. She was tight. It felt like trying to force my cock between two hands clasped in a handshake.
“Haa…… This guilt is on another level…………”
Originally she would have given her first time to someone she loved. A man who could open Yoon Gaeul’s heart without relying on a cheat like the lewd notebook should have been the one to taste this pussy first.
“O-Oppa…… It’s too…… big…………”
“It’s okay. It only hurts the first time. I’m sure you’ll come to love it too.”
I didn’t rush. I moved in and out in shallow increments, gradually stretching her. I would take my time and tame this pussy slowly. That way I could fuck Yoon Gaeul tomorrow and the day after. That way I could turn this woman into a perfect cocksleeve molded exactly to my size.
“Haa…… Haa……….”
I stopped right before her hymen and waited so she could steady her breathing.
“It’s better to tear the hymen in one thrust. It hurts more if it rips little by little. Just bear with it a moment. All right?”
“Yes…… I-I understand……… I-I’ll endure it……”
Yoon Gaeul lay there with her legs spread, clutching the blanket tightly. I drank in the sight for a long time.
“Ugh………………!”
One per woman. The special tightness you could only feel once in a lifetime. I savored that squeeze with my cock at the exact moment a girl became a woman.
“Congratulations. Now you’re a woman too, Gaeul.”
I slowly lowered my upper body and hugged her. I didn’t push any deeper just yet. Instead I cupped her left breast and gave her a light kiss.
“Let’s kiss. It’ll feel a little better then.”
I kissed her again without waiting for an answer. I had made her love my scent more than anything else in the world. There was no way she could dislike the process of pressing close, rubbing our lips together, exchanging saliva, and sharing breath.
Chuuup—. Chup—. Chuuup—.
“Huuumm………♥”
Yoon Gaeul, who had been stiffly receiving my kiss, began to move on instinct. She followed my lead, biting my lips, sucking my tongue, swallowing my saliva.
“O-Oppa…… Oppa………♥”
“That’s right. Oppa’s right here, Gaeul.”
Her body seemed to have loosened up a bit, so I slowly pushed my cock deeper inside her.
“Huup………♥”
Gaeul clung to me and pressed her lips to the side of my neck. The unexpected action caught me off guard, but I willingly offered my neck to her. Yoon Gaeul breathed deeply while leaving kiss marks on my throat. And I continued to sink, very slowly, into the depths of my perverted little stepsister’s body.