A Bath Full of Secrets
Yoon Gaeul, who had been acting all coy and flirty with me, suddenly froze.
"Haaah……♥"
My cock slowly pushed its way deeper into her. Maybe because she'd washed herself thoroughly, or maybe because the water had washed away most of her scent, my mind felt surprisingly clear. That meant I could feel the faint sting of pain mixed in with the gentle waves of pleasure rising through her. Still, the moans that kept slipping out of her were proof that the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort.
I'd only slid halfway in before I let go, leaning back against the edge of the tub with my legs stretched out lazily. Gaeul was the only one still clinging desperately to the rim of the tub, trying to hold herself up.
"……"
I had nothing to say to that. Back then I'd been completely out of my mind because of my scent. But I couldn't just come out and admit it. Telling him I'd gotten drunk on my stepbrother's smell and frantically ground my hips against him… and that I'd been a virgin at the time… that would just make me sound like a perverted slut.
"Huuu…… Uuuuuh………♥"
The feeling of my inner walls being pushed upward. The sensation I'd never once experienced in all my twenty years drew another moan from my lips. It was getting hard to breathe. I could feel something hot and throbbing deep inside me. The overwhelming sense of being intimately connected with someone. And that someone had to be the person I loved. The man I'd chosen. The one I'd decided I wanted to build a future with. It had to be his cock buried inside me.
"Haa…… Haa……"
Once he'd pushed all the way in, I looked down at my lower belly. The slight bulge there felt so strangely alien.
His voice echoed through the bathroom. The gentle praise as he stroked my back sent shivers racing up my spine.
He playfully grabbed one of my breasts and flicked the nipple. Every time it bounced, my body instinctively flinched. Apparently that reaction pleased him, because he started muttering dirty things like 'Oh, your pussy just clenched.'
"……"
It was way too late. Shouldn't he have asked before shoving it inside me? After he'd already completely reshaped my body to fit him… why ask something like that now?
He gave my nipple a light pinch.
"……"
My older sister had actually enjoyed that kind of attention. She'd altered her school uniform to emphasize her huge chest and only wore clothes that showed off her figure when she wasn't in uniform. After graduating high school, she'd started streaming. And as if dancing half-naked on camera wasn't enough, she'd started posting her photos on an adult site called OnlyFans to train her fans into jerking off to her. Because of that, I couldn't even tell people she was my sister. Just going to any slightly popular porn site or private SNS account would turn up clips of her shaking her tits.
He sat up and pressed his lips against the nape of my neck. The wet chuup sound filled the quiet bathroom, and the slight movement made his cock stir subtly inside me. I had to bite my lip to keep from letting out another strange moan. If I didn't, I was sure I'd start making embarrassing noises again.
I knew it didn't sound convincing. It wasn't something a girl who'd passed out on her stepbrother's bed wearing nothing but a missing-bottoms outfit should say. And it definitely wasn't something to say while the two of us were connected by our genitals inside the same bathtub.
I didn't know. Had I really been like that? Even now, with his cock buried deep inside my lower mouth, none of this felt real. It was like I was dreaming.
He kissed the nape of my neck again and sucked hard on my skin. It was obvious he was trying to leave a hickey.
"Huuu…………♥"
It was embarrassing. The fact that he'd seen through a sexual preference I hadn't even known about myself… that I was getting turned on from being told I had a "good pussy"… it was both ridiculous and mortifying.
I quietly shook my head. No. Absolutely not. Grooming dogs and cats required intense concentration. If his scent filled the shop, I'd definitely make mistakes.
"……"
He coaxed me like he already knew the answer.
"……"
"……"
Just imagining it made my body tremble. A mask drenched in the smell of his semen… I wanted one so badly, but wearing something like that to work was impossible. I'd probably end up closing the shop and masturbating, or throwing myself at him and shaking my hips again.
He paused for a moment before muttering.
"Khh……"
When I thought about it, he was right. He'd come out of the shower with my sister and was about to go to sleep. In a way, I was the one who'd seduced him. A girl lying on his bed without any panties on, shaking her pussy at him. If I'd been a guy, I wouldn't have been able to ignore that either.
"……Yes?"
He twisted my body slightly and kissed me. His scent, which had grown faint, swirled around the tip of my nose again. His hand gently kneading my breast in slow circles. His cock twitching and throbbing inside me. All of it was making my body burn once more.
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.
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I patted her ass a few times before drying myself off. Gaeul had already finished drying and was now blow-drying her golden hair. When I tried to meet her eyes in the mirror, she quickly looked away. So I turned my head and slowly ran my gaze up and down her lewd little body.
"W-what……"
I playfully thrust my hips forward. Thanks to the second creampie I'd given her in the tub, my cock was hanging limply.
"……"
Yoon Gaeul reached out and began gently fondling it. It was strange. There was no sense of distance at all. Until yesterday she'd basically been a stranger, but now we were close enough to blush and exchange dirty jokes.
It's a shame I can't use the full twenty-four-hour effect of the lewd notebook… but I shouldn't interfere with her work.
It wasn't like today was the only day, and she wasn't the only girl. There was Yoon Bom, burning with jealousy toward Gaeul, and Kwon Hyejung, who took care of my sexual needs in place of her daughters.
"……"
I took the hair dryer away from a flustered Yoon Gaeul and slowly dried her hair for her. I'd always wanted to try this too. Drying my girlfriend's hair while we flirted and acted cute with each other.
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.
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When I opened the bathroom door completely naked, I ran into an unexpected person.
There stood Kwon Hyejung, fully dressed in elegant underwear and a missy-look outfit. The effects of the lewd notebook had worn off, so the idea that 'my son takes care of my sexual needs' no longer felt natural. She stood in front of the bathroom with her arms crossed, unable to look directly at us.