Don't Come Over!!
"Haa…."
"B-Be quiet…."
"Ha, hng… yeah."
That thing, massively erect… and my fingertips touched the pants stretched taut over it.
The rough texture, and beyond it, Oppa’s thing was twitching.
Startled, I dropped my hand.
"Ah, seriously… stay still…."
"Y-Yeah."
"…Don’t even answer now."
"……."
Oppa’s voice came from right beside me.
His rough breathing tickled my ear.
I brought my hand back to his pants again.
"Haa…."
I’d steeled myself so firmly, yet that resolve was already threatening to crumble at the sensation in my palm.
"L-Like this…?"
"Ah, that’s—"
"Ah! I said don’t answer—! This is just… me talking to myself…."
"…Yeah."
I didn’t want to show this weak side of me.
I didn’t want him to notice how my heart was trembling either.
So I forced a calm expression and reached for the stiff, upright thing.
"Ugh, ugh…."
Even through the pants, it was trembling just as much as I was.
The warmth transferred to my palm.
Another moan-like sound slipped from Oppa’s mouth.
"Ah, seriously…."
I’d told him so many times to be quiet, begged him to stay silent….
"Hng…."
Every time I squeezed it, Oppa’s body jerked.
The way his hips kept twitching was almost funny, and strangely, it gave me a small sense of satisfaction.
"…Ha! Feels good? When I touch you like this, it feels amazing, right…?"
"……Y-You said not to—"
"No! Just… listen quietly… I told you, this is just me talking to myself… God, this is so stupid…."
A wave of hot breath hit me from the side.
It was so warm my face felt like it was turning bright red.
"…How could you make your own sister do something like this? The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it is…."
Oppa’s thing twitched again at my words.
He kept his mouth shut, holding back his moans just like I told him.
Swish- swish- swish-
I moved my loosely curled hand back and forth.
The sound of my palm rubbing against the fabric somehow felt even more lewd.
"…You really wanted to bring your own sister to a place like this?"
"T-That’s because you—"
"Ah, shut up already!?"
Thinking back, maybe that was true.
But that wasn’t me… that was Park Eun-yeong’s thought. Anyway, it wasn’t something I said.
"Bringing her here is still crazy, isn’t it? Ah, you were about to answer again, weren’t you?"
"…Mmph."
Oppa quickly closed his slightly parted lips.
Then he turned his head and stared straight at me.
"…Can you not look at my face?"
Afraid of being found out, afraid of him noticing, I kept snapping at him.
"…Ah, my arm hurts like hell…."
Plus, I had no idea how long I was supposed to keep doing this—my hand was starting to go numb.
"…Hey, how long do I have to do this…?"
"……."
"Ah, damn it… you’re supposed to answer this kind of thing… you have zero sense…."
"Hngh!"
Annoyed, I clenched my fist tightly.
And in my hand, I felt Oppa’s cock—hard, stiff, yet somehow soft at the same time….
"Ah, you scared me! M-Move already!?"
Oppa’s body jerked.
He suddenly leaned back hard, and I ended up half-pinned underneath him.
"M-Move!!"
"Haa, hng… haa…."
It must have been pure instinct.
So as I felt myself falling off a thousand-foot cliff, I grabbed onto Oppa’s thing like it was the last straw.
And then it started vibrating.
Throbbing wildly would be the right way to put it.
Spurrrrrt—!!
Something shot out into my hand.
Followed by convulsions and Oppa’s ragged moans.
And the feeling of his pants gradually getting wetter.
"Ah…."
I couldn’t even process what had just happened.
"Ah, shit… ah, ah…."
Then I realized—this was the “end” I’d been talking about, the one I’d been curious about.
Startled, I tried to pull away quickly.
"Ah, seriously! M-Move already!!"
His stupidly large, somewhat solid back was crushing me.
I suddenly thought how broad his back was—only for it to be pressing down on me and cutting off my breath.
"Ah! Oppa—!!"
It was hard to breathe.
My heart was pounding so fast my head felt dizzy.
It was like being in a sauna.
My breath was hot.
My chest felt tight.
Thud- thud-
"O-Oppa! Can’t you hear me!? You’re so heavy!!"
The heat from the hand I’d been holding startled me all over again, and I finally let go.
I pounded on his back, telling him to get off, but he didn’t even try to listen.
"Haaa…."
He just let out a deep sigh, panting heavily on top of me.
*
I came.
And way too fast.
Honestly, it was embarrassing.
It wasn’t like “my sister” had used some amazing technique or anything.
She’d just moved her hand over my clothes a few times.
Yet the pressure of her hand wrapping around my cock was something I couldn’t endure.
My mind went completely white.
By the time I came back to my senses, I’d already finished inside my pants.
How long had it been since the last time…? Probably the first time since childhood, aside from wet dreams—my memory was too hazy to be sure.
"Haaa…."
The afterglow didn’t last long. Post-nut clarity and embarrassment hit me immediately.
So I couldn’t even open my mouth to answer my sister.
I rolled over to the side.
The soft sensation of her breasts against my back faded away.
It left a faint sense of regret, but I still couldn’t bring myself to look at her face.
So I got off the bed right away.
Ignoring my sister calling after me, I headed straight for the bathroom.
Damn it… why doesn’t a motel have a lock?
I stared at the loose gap in the door and let out a deep sigh.
Afraid my face might be visible through the frosted glass, I walked to the sink with my head hung low like a criminal.
Shhhhhhh—
Water poured out refreshingly.
I started taking off my pants and underwear, which were now completely soaked with cum inside.
I regretted not bringing a robe.
"Haa…."
As expected, the inside of my underwear was a mess of my own pale cum.
My lower body, which I’d just cleaned, now had cum clinging to the hair as well.
"Haaa…."
Only sighs came out.
And the worry that she might think I was premature ejaculator crept in.
"…I’m not a premature ejaculator… damn it…."
Since I’d never actually done it before, I figured I probably wasn’t.
Still, a new worry formed—that maybe I really was one.
"Ugh…."
The cum mixed with water was starting to harden.
The slippery feeling had turned into something sticky, almost oily.
Of course, touching it with my bare hands only made me feel worse.
"At least the pants are salvageable…."
They were a little damp from the moisture that had seeped through the underwear.
Still, nothing compared to the pants that were completely coated in cum.
For now, I could probably just wear the pants.
"Lucky my ass…."
I still felt like dying of embarrassment.
I hadn’t even done anything properly earlier….
And now here I was, washing my underwear.
If I’d actually managed something, maybe I wouldn’t feel this wronged.
Yeah. I felt wronged.
And apparently my cock felt the same—though it had softened a little compared to before, it was still standing stiff, almost touching my stomach.
I left it alone while I hand-washed.
Then I grabbed the showerhead and started rinsing my lower body again.
"Hoo…."
Right after ejaculating, everything was still sensitive.
But compared to when my sister had touched me, it was nothing.
I cleaned myself up again.
But without a towel, putting the pants back on felt gross.
I stood in front of the door, hesitating for a moment.
Then I glanced outside to check the atmosphere.
My sister must have been doing the same—our eyes met, and we both quickly looked away at the same time.
"I-I’m coming out!"
"……."
My voice echoed in the bathroom.
There was no reply, but she couldn’t have missed such a loud voice.
Creaaak—
The door opened, and the room’s warmth hit me again.
"…Hey, Park Eun-yeong."
"…….."
"Park Eun-yeong."
"Ah, what!"
Park Eun-yeong, sitting with her back to the wall, sounded sulky.
Step- step- step-
The wet sound of my soaked feet echoed through the room.
"Ah, d-don’t come over!!"
Panicking, she hurriedly wrapped the blanket around herself.
Step- step- step-
"I said don’t come!!"
Her sharp yell followed, but I didn’t stop walking.
"Hey! Hey!!"
The bed dipped under my weight.
Park Eun-yeong yelped and tried to scramble into the corner.
I closed the distance in one go.
"Ah! I did exactly what you asked—!!"
What goes around comes around.
And if something came, then something had to go.
