Real First Time (4)
♪~ ♬~ ♩~ ♬ The melody rings out from inside my clothes, stuffed in the laundry basket in front of the bathroom. Every time the sound hits my ears, the tension builds. My body tenses up, squeezing Oppa even tighter.
Until now, whenever he came inside me, I'd wake up from the dream. That was the absolute rule, the standard. But even though Oppa's hot traces are already pooled deep inside me, thick and lingering, the world hasn't changed. The mystery isn't fully solved. What if this is a dream after all? What if, just when I've accepted that this sticky connection with Oppa is reality, it hits me with "Actually, it was all a dream!" and I wake up? What if I open my eyes in a hospital bed, thinking, "Oh, so it was that kind of nightmare? Way too intense." Those ominous thoughts flicker through my mind.
But the possibility that this place is not a dream—that it's reality—is overwhelmingly high now. It's more rational to act assuming it's real.
♪~ ♬~ ♪~ It cuts off for a second, then the ringtone starts up again. If this is reality... what about Ari-unnie? Jangmi-unnie? Mom? Ari-unnie noticed those naughty photos of me. She's probably about to tell the whole family. Anxiety and a twinge of fear bubble up.
But then Oppa leans forward, wrapping me in a deep embrace. "Eut...♥ O-Oppa?"
"Let's answer it. Avoiding it won't solve anything."
Oppa doesn't hesitate. He stands up with me still in his arms, keeping himself buried deep inside. "It... it's so deep...!"
The shift in gravity makes that heavy presence filling me without gaps push even deeper, like it's shoving my organs upward. Oppa's firm arms support my ass. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist to hold on, my arms around his neck. Through our pressed chests, I feel his heartbeat thumping steadily. His body heat is warm—scorching, even. Our damp, slick skin rubs together.
H-He wants to take the call like this?
Oppa strides toward the bathroom with me cradled against him. Each step makes the pillar inside me jolt roughly, scraping my sensitive inner walls. I bury my face in his shoulder, swallowing my moans.
At the bathroom door, Oppa holds my ass with one hand and rummages through the laundry basket with the other, pulling out my still-ringing phone and holding it in front of my eyes.
[Eldest Sister]
"Jangmi-noona's. At least that's a relief..."
My womb feels like it drops to the floor. Sure, Oppa's glans is pressing it back up, so it's not all bad, but it's like that time as a kid when Mom caught me stealing money from her wallet.
"Wanna answer?"
"M-Me?"
"It's your phone. If I pick up, won't it be weird?"
"Ah..."
He's right. If she asks why he's answering instead of me, what could I say? I always carry my phone—unless I spilled a drink and had to rush or something.
Oppa hands me the phone and even presses the call button for me.
"H-Hello...?"
"Min Deulle."
Jangmi-unnie's voice from the receiver—languid and relaxed as always, but laced with thorns. "Ari came over causing a fuss."
"..."
"I heard the gist of it."
"I-I'm sorry... I won't do it again... So, please... don't tell Mom..."
As I start making excuses, Oppa's hands grip tighter. I feel my ass flesh squishing between his fingers.
"Heut...!"
He doesn't stop there. Slowly, he lifts my body up. My crushed womb regains its shape, the glans scraping my inner flesh as it slides down. I shake my head frantically, mouthing No. Don't. But it's the opposite of what he wants. Oppa smiles and lowers me fully. The hard glans drags over that perfect spot, parting my insides.
"...?"
"Hello? Deulle-ya?"
"Y-Yeah...♥ I'm listening."
My brain won't work right. I can't hide the tremor in my voice. That slow, delicious pleasure chases me relentlessly.
"Unnie, can I... c-call you back later...?"
"Jumong-ssi is right there, isn't he?"
"Wh-What?"
Her words make my breath hitch ridiculously. Oppa, liking my reaction, lifts me again without stopping.
"Put Jumong-ssi on."
"Oppa's in the b-bathroom right now..."
"Don't lie. He's right there."
Her slightly sharp tone sends a chill down my spine. Does she know? Did she call to chew me out about the naughty photos, but got mad hearing my lewd noises?
H-How... I'm gonna cum... ♥
Helpless, I look up at Oppa. He nods leisurely—he must've been eavesdropping.
...
Min Deulle brings the phone to my ear. Both my hands are full of her ass, so I can't hold it.
"Hello."
"I heard everything from Ari. Our Jumong-ssi is something else."
Her voice isn't its usual sultry tone. It's soft, like she's scolding someone gently.
"It was my lack of self-control. I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
"N-No, unnie. It was me... I didn't kno—♥"
Min Deulle, trying to butt in, clamps her mouth shut and buries her face in my chest. I keep talking as I move us toward the bed.
"Deulle's just so alluring... And I've been mentally drained lately... I fell into temptation for a moment."
It sounds plausible enough—because it's my honest feelings. It's just that continuing the conversation in this piledriver position kills the credibility.
"Saying 'never again' might be too much, but I'll try to hold back as much as possible."
"O-Oppa. You should say you'll never do it again."
I kiss her whispering lips with a smack. Her eyes widen, and she starts clenching her lower hole tight around me, over and over.
"Can't you talk to Ari for me, noona? And keep it from Mom, please."
"Hmm... Well."
While Jangmi-noona ponders, I slowly bend my knees, laying Min Deulle on the bed. Without breaking our connection, of course. I use the rebound from her settling to thrust in root-deep. The mattress bounces us into a gentle pistoning rhythm.
"Haa... ♥"
She unwraps her legs from my waist, pulls the blanket over to muffle herself. I take her phone, leaning my upper body up so she can't hear easily.
I know I shouldn't, but... I'm too horny to stop.
It's Jangmi-noona, after all. The one who handed Deulle the condom remote and pushed her to be more aggressive. She knows she sucked me off last weekend—and that Deulle did it the same day. If anyone would be okay knowing I'm devouring Deulle right now, it's her.
"Jumong-ah. It's hard to promise that off the cuff... What do you think?"
Her voice drops, like she's pressing down the wish that Deulle doesn't hear.
"What do you want?"
"Eungheuk... ♥"
I grab one of Min Deulle's breasts and thrust my hips down. Our lower bodies mesh completely again; her pelvis bounces up and down.
"Promise you'll do noona too—behind Deulle's back."
"..."
"You're doing it right now, aren't you? With Deulle."
Sharp as ever. Or maybe anyone could tell.
"For real?"
"Yeah. I was gonna claim you first, but my little sis beat me to it."
"What if I say no...?"
"Wouldn't Ari just do whatever she wants? Or maybe go further—tell you I'm sending you naughty pics too, or spill to Deulle or Mom about the fellatio in the bathroom last week."
Min Jangmi mutters in a slightly excited voice, maybe imagining herself splayed under me, sobbing just like Deulle now—her tone mimicking it.
"Got it. I'll do that."
"For real? No take-backs later?"
"Yes. So please handle Ari. Keep things from blowing up."
"You got it. Leave it to your noona."
Jangmi-noona being a perv saved me. I was worried when she licked her lips over that rotor remote, but looking back, it's a blessing.
"Oh, how's it feel cumming inside our Deulle?"
"..."
"I know I'm in no position, but damn, Jumong-ssi. How'd you think to embrace Deulle right after Ari caught those pics?"
"Gonna hang up."
"Switched fully from Ari to Deulle now? Ari's got potential too, from what I see."
"Thanks."
I end the one-sided call and toss the phone to the headboard.
"Sorry. That dragged on."
"I-It's okay..."
I gaze down at her face while softly stirring her depths. In that short time, she's cum who-knows-how-many times—her expression deliciously melted.
"What'd unnie say...?"
I brush her wet hair aside and kiss her. My hips keep moving, of course.
"She'll convince Mom not to say anything."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah. But delete all the naughty pics and don't do it again, she said."
"Anything else? Like don't go to the cafe to study... or avoid your little sis...?"
Min Deulle's eyes waver anxiously. I chuckle and shake my head. Jangmi-noona would want me to keep seeing Deulle—that way she can chase even bigger thrills and taboos.
"Nah, nothing like that. Just 'be careful.'"
Relief blooms on her face. Her tension melts, body going limp and languid. I steal her relieved lips. Our soft, sweet tongues tangle.
As our lips part, she wraps her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear. "Oppa, you know what?"
"What?"
"Somehow... our first time turned into phone play. With both of us—and Jangmi-unnie."
"..."
"Ah, you just throbbed huge inside."
Min Deulle grins mischievously and continues. "That hot?"
"Don't say it like only I did. You clenched like crazy talking to Jangmi-noona."
"D-Don't know... ♥ I don't remember well."
She beams. That smile's so pretty, I bury my face in her pale neck. I nuzzle the delicate skin, then suck hard.
"Th-That feels good... Keep circling your hips like that... Aah... ♥"
Min Deulle hugs my head, moaning lewdly. Knowing Jangmi-noona will handle Ari eases my mind. Lets me focus even more on Deulle.
Ah... Gonna cum again.
I don't hold back, letting the release build freely. Raw, condomless creampies whenever I want—irresponsible sex. That this is reality, not a dream, still feels surreal somewhere deep down.