Chapter 49: Birthday (3) ♥
Chapter 49: Birthday (3) ♥
Yu-ri’s body pressed against mine. Her breasts, crushed against me, were larger than Yu-min’s but smaller than Eldest Noona’s.
Perhaps because she had only just become an adult, that distinct sensation felt like a brand-new kind of stimulation.
It was a sense of depravity, but a different kind than I had ever felt before.
I felt my cock twitching as I listened to my sister’s moans exhaled against my ear.
My member throbbed, pressed tight against the skin of her belly.
Yu-ri let out a seductive laugh in response to my movement.
All of it filled my mind, paralyzing my reason.
“…Yu-ri, I….”
My sister laughed at my feeble resistance. I couldn't tell if she found me detestable or simply pathetic.
With that smile still on her face, she brought her lips close to my ear and kissed it.
That alone was enough to make all my resistance and reason crumble like a sandcastle before a tide.
“Oppa, really?”
Yu-ri smirked. Her lips, tracing the shell of my ear, were hot. I felt as if my brain were melting starting from my ear.
When she pulled her head back and our eyes met, she whispered.
“Is there nothing… you want to do to me?”
Things I wanted to do to Yu-ri. Things I shouldn't do.
Everything I had never dared to harbor in my life—but had begun to feel since her blatant temptations on the cruise—flashed through my mind like a panorama.
And like all such fleeting thoughts, I felt my reason and emotions being violently shaken.
An excitement that felt like it would stop my breath made my heart pound. Inside the cage of ribs, fat, and muscle, my heart was beating wildly.
“You can take it, Oppa.”
“I—”
“It’s not your birthday? It’s okay. You’ve raised me well all this time… shouldn’t you get a little reward?”
My body jolted. It was as if she were asking if I hadn't raised her specifically for this very moment.
I wanted to deny it, but before I knew it, my hand was being led by hers to cover her thigh.
Time stretched. It warped. The sound of my heart pounding echoed in my ears along my temples. Amidst my heartbeat, which sounded like tinnitus, my sister pulled at the stockings covering her legs until the weave stretched thin.
Riiip. The sensation of the tearing stockings spread. I didn't know if I had torn them myself or if I had been led by her hand.
One thing was certain: there was skin, nearly as white as jade, fully exposed. My sister looked down with great delight at the shock that seemed to stop my breath.
“Let’s tear them more. They’ll only… get in the way of what we’re about to do.”
She whispered and guided my hand. Rip, riiip. The threads gave way, and beneath the torn black stockings, her white legs were slowly revealed.
It was more thrilling than unwrapping a gift received at Christmas. As my hand instinctively stroked the exposed skin, my sister’s thigh twitched.
Various scents hit my nose.
The scent of the perfume she used, and the body odor brewed from excitement and lust.
The smell of alcohol—a blended fragrance that settled heavily in my nose—made me gasp for breath.
“How is it?”
Yu-ri’s seductive voice was at its peak. Before I knew it, I was fondling the thigh held in my hand.
It felt soft, moist, and warm.
Yet, it was elastic. As I narrowed my eyes at the sensation against my palm, the sound of her laughter filled my brain.
“How are they? The thighs of a sister who was a high school girl until just recently?”
“They’re soft… and feel good.”
“No, not that.”
Yu-ri’s arms wrapped around my head. Her voice whispered.
“Does it make you hard?”
My body flinched, and I moved my fingers slowly, as if crawling along the torn gap.
“Does touching your sister’s thighs… make you horny?”
Yu-ri’s breathing was also heavy. Just as heavy as mine. It was clear that she was also incredibly aroused by this situation.
When I nodded, she pressed herself against me, her arms still wrapped around my neck.
“Then… kiss me.”
I couldn't resist. My lips parted, and without even caring that these were my sister’s lips, I overlapped them and brushed against them.
Our lips locked, and our tongues tangled. It was a sensation that reminded me of that time at the karaoke room.
Beneath the skirt she wore, I could feel her underwear becoming soaked. She poured out pussy juice, making it sticky and wet right where it touched my crotch. As I felt it vividly and rubbed my hand over her underwear, she trembled, swept away by pleasure.
With my other hand, I embraced her and fumbled with her soft cheek, while my fingers pressed firmly against her drenched cotton panties.
Her body shook at the sudden pressure. With a breath exhaled as if she were suffocating and flushed, her waist twisted slightly.
A faint moan escaped her. She squirmed following my touch. Despite her lack of experience, she didn't try to escape; her movements were submissive.
As I shuddered at her virginal reaction, she pulled her lips away and leaned back.
With her hands on my legs, her tilted body formed a seductive silhouette.
The truth I had been avoiding simply because she was my sister, because I had seen her since we were children, was now vividly revealed.
My sister was a beautiful woman. A woman with a body that rightfully stimulated a man’s lust.
Realizing that fact, I watched as her hand overlapped mine.
“Here… like this… hngh.”
My hand—specifically, my index and middle fingers—moved in a circle. With her eyes closed, Yu-ri trembled, further soaking the panties that were already drenched.
The slightly coarse texture of the underwear mixed with the characteristic softness of cotton.
The sticky, fishy smell and sensation unique to body fluids stained my hand.
Yu-ri’s pussy, even through the cotton panties, repeatedly tightened and loosened as if something were there. Saliva pooled in my mouth instinctively. I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing, and Yu-ri looked at me with hazy, unfocused eyes, as if she were feeling good.
“Does your sister’s pussy… look delicious?”
The only barrier between my fingers and her most private part grew wetter. My crotch throbbed, and Yu-ri closed her mouth and trembled as if she couldn't take it anymore.
In the spot where the afternoon sunlight fell at an angle, amidst the darkness of everything else, only my sister and I breathed heavily.
Without time to say anything, or even to think.
I persistently pleasured her, searching for the spots that made her feel more, as she occasionally threw her head back and covered her lips with the back of her hand, panting.
I stroked her thigh with my other hand and pressed firmly over the cotton underwear, caressing the single damp crevice that I assumed was the entrance.
It was an act far too lewd to be doing to one's sister.
But I couldn't resist the momentum pushing me forward. I pressed, rubbed, and swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth. As Yu-ri moved her hips herself to lead my hand to the most pleasurable spot, she suddenly grabbed my wrist.
“Oppa….”
No more words came out. Instead, she pulled her underwear aside.
And what was revealed was…
“…Here. Touch me here.”
The pussy hole, dripping pussy juice stickily onto my crotch. Her pussy was beyond just being wet; it was gaping, desperately craving something.
I stared at her blankly, and for some reason, she flinched.
“I got it….”
She grabbed my hand, her pronunciation slurred. Even though I hadn't said anything, she took my fingers into her mouth.
I felt her lick all the way to the base of my fingers with her long tongue.
My breathing grew ragged, and she also exhaled heavily, sucking and wetting my fingers.
The purpose was clear. There was no room for doubt. So I watched as she quietly sucked and wetted my fingers.
Blood rushed to my groin. I felt my already rock-hard cock grow even larger.
The procedure was important. My eyes widened involuntarily, and Yu-ri exhaled a sweet breath into my eyes and kissed my fingertips.
“Oppa, your eyes are scary.”
“…Are they?”
She jolted violently but remained leaned back, trembling slightly.
Looking at that pitiful sight, I strangely felt an unknown impulse within me being stimulated.
An impulse I had barely suppressed and managed to control. She no longer held my wrist; instead, she gripped my knees to stay steady no matter what happened and spread her legs.
“Will you… be gentle?”
“That.”
She flinched at the sound of my voice. As my fingers slowly descended and began to toy with her, she let out a gasp and her shoulders stiffened.
“Depends on how you behave.”
“Ugh, ahh…”
I carefully moved my fingers along her labia. I could feel her rapid heartbeat through her breath. As I delicately parted the folds with my fingers, the inner flesh—twice as delicate as my touch—was fully revealed.
Inner flesh stained with pussy juice so thick it looked white. Drip, drip. Watching the fluid fall and soil the chair, I pushed in the fingers that were already slick with her saliva.
Moans mixed with her heavy breathing. As I parted the pink pussy meat with my fingers and pushed them all the way in, her body trembled and her head snapped back.
A thin sound of escaping breath. Normally, I would have stopped and given her a moment to catch her breath.
But I didn't have that luxury. Ignoring her words, I moved my fingers as if flipping the internal folds that were tightly squeezing me.
“Ah, hngh, ahhh…”
Listening to the heated breaths and the moans that told me she was ready, I thought.
“Yu-ri.”
“…Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
Looking into her wide, startled eyes, I moved my hand violently.
I couldn't hold back any longer.