Wanna Sleep with My Little Sister? (1)
“So… you wanna sleep with Hyeona?”
I thought it over carefully. The idea that I might be better for my friend’s little sister than some random dirtbag she could end up with did cross my mind. Of course, I could be a dirtbag myself.
“Hyeonsu. You serious?”
“Dead serious. Completely. I’m not drunk. I’m asking you.”
“I’ll try seducing her like you said. But after that it’s Hyeona’s choice—I can’t control what happens next.”
“Thanks. Just give her a little push and she’ll come around fast.”
There was real sincerity in Hyeonsu’s eyes when he said it.
“Alright. I’ll give it a shot.”
Seeing how earnest he was made me feel a little sorry for him, so I decided to go along with it.
We knocked back a few more shots of soju.
A little later Hyeona came downstairs, looking like she’d sobered up.
“Aren’t you guys drinking way too much?”
She grabbed a drink and sat down at the table.
“Man, I’m wasted. I’m heading to bed first.”
Hyeonsu stood up, pretending to be more drunk than he was.
“I’ll take the room downstairs by myself. You two figure out the rest.”
If Hyeonsu took the first-floor room, the only beds left were upstairs. Or the couch…
Hyeona had already carried all her stuff up to the second floor.
“Oppa. Then where’s Minwoo oppa supposed to sleep?”
Hyeona frowned and pressed him.
“Hell if I know. I made the reservation, so I’m taking a whole room to myself.”
Hyeonsu shot me a quick look and winked.
Thud.
The second he stepped inside he locked the door behind him.
It was a silent shout that the rest was up to me.
“Ah, what now? Hyeonsu locked the door.”
I deliberately put on a flustered face for Hyeona.
“Sorry, oppa. Hyeonsu oppa must be really drunk.”
“Yeah, no kidding. I can’t sleep on the couch—it’s too uncomfortable. And I’m not sleeping on the floor either.”
I laid it out carefully, making it clear there was nowhere else for me to sleep except her bed.
“Then I’ll take the couch. You sleep in the upstairs bed, oppa.”
Wait, that wasn’t part of the plan.
I was stuck. I scrambled for what to say next.
“If Hyeona sleeps on the couch, how am I supposed to rest easy? That’s ridiculous. Absolutely not.”
I pushed a little harder.
My mouth had gone completely dry.
I waited for her next words, staring at her lips.
“Then… even if it’s a little tight, want to share my bed? It’s kind of small, though…”
I cheered silently inside.
Once a guy and a girl are lying in the same bed, something’s bound to happen.
Stage one: success.
“Y-yeah? You sure you won’t mind?”
“It’s fine. As long as you’re okay with it, oppa…”
“Alright. You go up first. I’ll clean up a bit down here and then come.”
I gave her time to get ready.
She had to know what could happen when a man and a woman shared a bed.
“Okay. Just tidy up roughly and come up, oppa.”
“Yeah. Be right there.”
She bounced lightly up the stairs.
“Yo. We good?”
Hyeonsu cracked his door open a sliver and whispered.
“We’re good.”
I made a silent circle with my fingers.
He quietly shut the door again.
I took a quick shower in the bathroom off the living room, then pulled on fresh underwear, shorts, and a T-shirt.
Outside, rain had started falling at some point—a soft, steady sound.
I deliberately made a little noise with my footsteps as I went upstairs.
I twisted the doorknob to Hyeona’s room and the door opened.
A soft night-light glowed inside.
Hyeona was lying at the far edge of the bed. The moment she saw me come in she yanked the blanket up over her face.
“Hyeona, still awake?”
“Yeah. Come on up and sleep, oppa.”
“Okay.”
I kept my voice as normal as possible.
No matter how friendly we usually were, or that I was her brother’s friend, a man was still a man.
Hyeona had to be nervous and uncomfortable inside.
There was only one blanket.
When I climbed onto the bed and flipped it back, Hyeona’s scent rose thick and warm.
I pulled the covers over myself and lay down.
“Hyeona, you shy? Why are you all the way at the edge? Come to the middle.”
“I’m fine, oppa. I’m comfortable.”
She kept her back to me, clutching the blanket tight.
Outside the rain kept falling.
Through the slightly open window the smell of wet earth and grass drifted in.
Then—
A flash of lightning outside carved sharp shadows across the room for a split second.
Right after, thunder slammed against the glass.
CRACK. BOOM.
Hyeona’s body jerked under the blanket.
A fine tremor spread through the covers.
Another sharp crack of thunder followed almost immediately.
CRACK-BOOM. BOOM.
Everything in the room rattled with the vibration.
Hyeona’s blanket twitched harder than before as she curled up tight.
“Hyeona. If you’re scared you can come over to oppa. It’s okay.”
She turned under the covers and scooted slowly toward me.
Then her small hand clenched the front of my T-shirt.
Just one more clap of thunder would be perfect.
I could feel her body trembling lightly.
She seemed terrified of thunder.
I patted her shoulder gently and the shaking gradually eased.
Then another flash lit the entire room.
And of course the thunder that followed.
CRACK-BOOM. CRACK.
Hyeona let go of my shirt and burrowed straight into my arms.
I didn’t waste the chance—I pulled her tight against me.
I could feel her heartbeat pounding clearly against my chest.
“Hyeona, you okay?”
“Oppa… I’m scared.”
“It’s alright. Stay like this and it won’t be scary.”
“Okay, oppa.”
Under my hands I felt the soft curves of her body.
From her waist all the way up her spine, every gentle swell traveled through my palms.
Once the trembling quieted, she slowly lifted her head from my chest.
Her face was dim in the night-light, but I could feel her warm breath on my skin.
“Aren’t you scared, oppa?”
She asked, looking up at me softly.
“Nope. Oppa’s not scared at all.”
Our eyes met while we talked.
In that narrow space under the blanket, holding each other tight, we stared for a long time.
In the breathless silence her lips parted, glistening.
I slowly covered them with mine.
Hyeona closed her eyes quietly.
Smack. Soft kiss.
At first I kissed her gently.
Then little by little our tongues met.
Whenever her inexperienced tongue lost its way I guided it, tasting her deeper.
Thunder cracked a few more times, but she didn’t flinch anymore.
We focused only on the kiss.
Hyeona’s lips were soft, her saliva sweet.
Was I the first person she’d kissed besides her real brother Hyeonsu?
The way she squeezed her eyes shut and shyly stole my lips was adorable.
“Hyeona, how about now? Still scared?”
“Mm. Not even a little anymore.”
She pressed her lips to mine again.
I didn’t kiss her hard the way I did with the older women.
I kept it soft, careful not to startle her, moving my tongue slowly.
I pulled her body closer.
Her rounded bra pressed first against my chest, then her hips met mine.
We held each other so tightly not even a centimeter of space remained, kissing deeply.
Smack. Soft suck. Kiss.
I stroked gently from her waist up her back.
She flinched and pressed her chest even harder against me.
Then her hips began to rub lightly against mine.
Hyeona sucked on my tongue.
The soft kiss from before grew a little stronger.
The more heated our kissing became, the more her hips writhed and ground against me.
I locked my arms tighter around her waist.
Then I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and felt her bare skin.
I ran my palm up her back, caressing softly.
Her body trembled as if she couldn’t control it, rubbing against me again and again.
A small moan slipped from her mouth into mine.
“Mmm…”
I twisted the clasp of her bra with my fingers.
Click.
My hand stroked her skin, sliding past her waist, across her stomach, and into the loosened bra.
Her soft, full breasts filled my palm at once—plump yet springy.
“Hah…”
A shy moan escaped her as her body jerked.
While we kissed I kneaded her breasts gently.
When I rolled her nipples between my fingers they hardened and swelled.
Hyeona bit my lower lip and sucked softly.
I slid down under the blanket and lifted her T-shirt.
Her rich skin scent rose as her pale breasts filled my vision.
“Mmm…”
Embarrassed, she cupped both my cheeks and slowly pulled my face toward her chest.
I let her guide me and buried my face between her breasts.
They weren’t huge, but the curve from the underside up to her nipples was truly beautiful.
Hyeonsu got to enjoy this all by himself…
Some French word for a handsome man floated through my head.
I cupped both of Hyeona’s breasts and pressed my nose into her cleavage, breathing deep.
It was something I always did when I saw pretty breasts.
That sweet skin scent mixed with the faint fabric smell of her bra—it was a delicious fragrance.
If they bottled it as perfume it would sell out.
I took one of her stiff nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, sucking.
“Haah… aah…”
Hyeona moaned, gripping my cheeks tightly.
I worshipped her breasts—sometimes soft, sometimes rough.
Those firm, rounded tits looked just like Juhyun’s, proof of a girl in her twenties.
While I caressed her chest I reached down, hooked the waistband of her sweatpants, and slowly pulled them off.
Shhhk.
Her panties came into view over those wide hips.
The center was already soaked—she must have been turned on for a while.
I lifted my mouth from her breast and looked up at her.
Hyeona understood and gave a small nod.
I went back under the covers.
I stroked her full hips, caressed her ass gently, then wrapped my arms around her thighs.
I pressed my face to her panties and stuck out my tongue, licking the wet patch.
“Mmm…”
Hyeona let out a low moan.