The Soft Sister's Yield
The soft flesh of my little sister's pussy yielded beneath the bra that had been pushed up, allowing my fingertips to brush against the impossibly soft swell of her breasts. "Hahh!"
My little sister trembled, still desperately trying to cover her chest. "Ah, don't touuuch…"
But my hand forced its way into that narrow gap. Soon my palm was cupping the full underside of her breast. "It's fine."
"Ah, ahng!" I answered firmly and squeezed. A dizzying sensation filled my hand, and a groan of admiration slipped out. "Haa… fuck."
"Hey, wh-where are you touching!!" My little sister, belatedly startled, tried to stop me. I caught her wrist as she pushed at me and pinned it above her head.
"Hey! Heyyy!" Her struggling grew more frantic. I gathered her other wrist as well and lifted both arms up, holding them so she couldn't move.
"Ah, shit! Hey! Let go, I said!" Still pinned, my little sister kept grumbling. But the deep flush on her face, her ragged breathing, and the way her eyes trembled as they met mine told a different story.
I waited quietly until her resistance weakened. "Haa, hng… hngh!" She twisted and squirmed with everything she had, but the struggle gradually faded. She was tiring out. Resignation replaced the fierce resistance from earlier; now she only panted, much more docile.
"Haah, haaa… hoo, hng…"
Her hair was already a mess, half-covering her face. I released her breast and reached for her face instead. She flinched, turning her head sharply to the side. I brushed the strands away. Her tightly shut eyes trembled, and I heard her swallow hard.
It wasn't something anyone had told me to do. Pure instinct guided me. My head slowly lowered, and I brought my lips to the throat that kept swallowing.
"…Smooch." "Ah, ahng…"
The skin against my lips was smooth and warm—almost startlingly so. "Smooch, smooch…"
"Hngh…"
A low moan. She swallowed again, throat still stiff. "Smooch, smooch…"
"Ah… ahh…"
I trailed kisses down her neck toward her face, finally reaching her ear. "Ah, aaaang!" She squirmed, ticklish, so I took her earlobe between my lips and nibbled. It was clean—no earrings at all. I licked the lobe with my tongue.
"Haaaa…"
I exhaled into her ear for no particular reason other than wanting to. "Ah, ahh…"
She trembled at my breath. The flush that had colored her cheeks spread all the way to her ears. I pointed my tongue and probed inside.
"Ah! Hngh! I-it tickles!" My once-docile little sister started struggling again, but I didn't stop, persistently licking inside her ear until she adjusted. The thrashing didn't last long.
"Ha, haaaah!" With a moan that sounded like she might pass out, she stretched her arms and legs straight, hips lifting and shaking. Then her waist dropped limply. She lay sprawled, quietly accepting my touch.
"Ah, Oppa… I… I-I need to pee… right now… ah, aaaang…"
I ignored her plea. Sending her to the bathroom now would definitely lead to regret later.
"Sluuurp, smooch… smoooch!" "Haaang…!"
Instead, I licked her face. Starting from her chin, my tongue swept across her cheeks and the sides of her eyes, deliberately avoiding her lips as I covered her face with my saliva.
"Smooch, smooch." "Hngh! Ha, haa…"
I pressed a loud kiss to her forehead, then moved to her tightly shut eyelids. "Ah, aaa…"
Her moans sounded tense. I licked the bridge of her nose while watching her reaction. "Mmm…"
When my lips moved lower, hers pressed firmly shut. Those once-moist, lively lips were now tucked inside her mouth. I licked along the seam with a hint of regret, even pushing my tongue gently against the closed gap.
"Mmph! Mmph! Hng, hngh…"
The lips that had seemed impossible to open began to part, little by little. I didn't force them. I simply kept licking softly. It wasn't much, but progress was being made.
"Sluuurp, smooch smooch… lick, smooch." "Hngh… haa, hng…"
Hot breath spilled between her lips. I slipped my tongue into the slight opening. "Mmph!"
Startled, she closed her mouth again, only managing to chew on my tongue. "Hngh… hng, haa…"
I shifted my body naturally, sliding a knee between her legs. Her thighs flinched and tried to close, but it was too late. My knee settled between them and pushed upward in one smooth motion.
"Mmmph! Mmph!"
Soon my knee pressed against the mound between her legs. That soft, protruding spot pushed back against me. Her mouth fell open in surprise, eyes wide as she looked up at me.
"H-heyyy…"
Her voice lacked its usual strength. Her expression was full of embarrassment, her eyes swirling with confusion. "Haaa…"
My knee pressed firmly against her pussy. I could feel the soft flesh of my little sister's sex. "Hngh! Haa!"
She bucked her hips. Her slightly parted lips looked almost inviting. "Smooch, smooch."
"Ha, haaaah!"
Our lips met properly this time. The warm, soft, yielding sensation made my body feel like it was melting. At least this time it could properly be called a kiss. Startled, my little sister turned her head away again, but—
"…Hey, Park Eun-yeong."
The sensation from moments ago was still vivid. Never in hundreds or thousands of masturbation sessions had my heart raced like this.
"Hey, Park Eun-yeong."
"……What."
It wasn't just physical satisfaction from rubbing bodies. Something deeper, indescribable, rose from my chest. It was addictive—like a drug. I'd never tried any, but I felt like I could get hooked on what we'd just done. No, I already was. My body moved on its own.
"Look at me."
"……Ah, whyyy!"
"Look at me, I said."
My hands cupped my little sister's face. I stroked her saliva-smeared cheeks, played with her earlobe, and spoke again. "Just for a second. Look at me for a second."
"…Ah, seriously… why are you doing this…"
Her voice was tiny, almost disappearing, yet her head slowly turned back toward me. "……Y-you called… so say something…"
Those lips that had just been pressed to mine moved. I brought the hand that had been touching her earlobe to her mouth. "Ah… whyyy…"
Her lips against my thumb were still moist and soft. I pushed my thumb inside. "Ah, seriously…"
She sounded annoyed, but I paid no attention. My finger pushed deeper. "Mmm, mmph…"
When my fingertip touched her tongue, she flinched. The tongue that had tried to avoid me soon met it again. "Mmm… mmph, mmm…"
It was almost like she was licking my finger. The movement meant to escape only resulted in her licking me. "Haa, hng… mmm… aaang, ang…"
She nibbled lightly. The faint pain only made me harder. "Hngh!"
She let out a hot breath at the movement of my knee. It was already damp. "…Park Eun-yeong."
"Hngh, wh-why… keep…"
I released her wrists and cupped her face with both hands. "……Now you can't run away, can you?"
It was childish and cheesy. I didn't know why I'd said it, but I wanted to. "Ah, ah…"
Her wide eyes met mine. I felt her trembling through my hands. Our faces drew closer. "Ah, hng, mmph…!"
Pinned and unable to move either way, my little sister looked broken. Maybe that was why she lay still and accepted my lips. "Smooch, smooch… smooch."
"Haa, smooch… sluuurp, smooch…"
Our lips overlapped, layer upon layer, impossibly sweet. Her warm breath poured into my mouth and I swallowed it down. Heat spread through my chest; my lower body grew stiff. "Smooch, smooch… smooch, smooch."
My little sister, who had been pulling her head back, now held her neck straight. Her freed hands rose to wrap around my neck, fingers threading into my hair and resting at the back of my head. "Hngh, smooch, smooch… smooch smooch!"
Her fingers dug through my hair, nails scraping my scalp and sending shivers down my spine. "Haaah, hng… smooch, smooch."
We tangled our tongues desperately, swallowing whatever fluids we could, refusing to part until we were completely out of breath. "Hngh, mmm… smooch, hngh, smooch smooch…"
The hand that had been stroking my head suddenly stopped. Realizing it was a signal, I pulled away. A long, glistening thread of saliva stretched between us before snapping. "Haa…!"
My little sister exhaled the breath she'd been holding. Her face was flushed bright red, and she looked up at me with a strangely heated gaze.