Two Ejaculations
My sister's hand shook up and down. The skin brushing against her palm was already sensitive beyond belief. The constant strokes wrapping around my glans and teasing my urethra kept bringing me to the brink of shooting my load. I clenched my teeth hard and held my orgasm back through sheer stubborn willpower.
"Haa, hu, haeu!"
My sister tired first, letting out harsh moans. In the end she irritably released my cock from her grip.
"Ah, fuck… I'm not doing this anymore."
I was so close. Just a little more and I really would have cum. But my sister hopped right off the bed. She was already pulling her panties back up from around her ankles.
"Hey, yah, yaa…."
Now I was the desperate one. I quickly followed her down from the bed.
"…Let go. I've done enough."
"Hey, Eun-yeong. Come on?"
I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into my arms. My rock-hard cock pressed firmly against her stomach.
"Ah, come on… stop. I'm seriously tired. So just stop, okay?"
Conscious of my cock, my sister jerked her hips back. The hand that had been pulling up her panties pushed against my chest.
"…Then, is it okay if I just do it by myself…?"
"Ah, damn… You don't have to announce your jerk-off session to me!?"
She looked horrified and scowled deeply, telling me to handle it myself. I took it as permission anyway and lifted her up in my arms.
"Hey! Let go right now?! Put me down!"
The soft fullness of her breasts pressed against me. Her trembling lower belly vibrated against my cock. Still holding her, I carried her back to the bed and dropped her onto it with a flop.
She struggled for a brief moment, but soon went still. Turning her head to the side, she let out heavy sigh after heavy sigh. I reached down and tugged the panties that were awkwardly caught on her thighs back down to her ankles.
"…What are you going to do if we get caught… haa, seriously…."
"We won't get caught. It's fine."
"Haaaa…."
She seemed more worried about Mom outside than anything else.
Swish—swish—
"Ah, ahng…."
I rolled her top up and her bra came into view. I shoved my hand underneath her back, fumbling until the hook finally came undone with a snap.
"Haa… heuu, heung…."
I buried my face in her bare breasts.
……They were warm and comforting.
"…If you're going to do it, then hurry up… okay?"
My sister urged me on. I began rubbing my cock against her thigh frantically.
"Ha, haa, haaang…."
Her moans grew louder little by little. Those rather seductive cries danced around my ears. I kept rolling my hips, toying with her breasts—already covered in my marks—like they were toys.
The load I had held back so desperately, the cum I had saved because it felt too precious and too regretful to waste, now painted my sister's belly pure white.
"…All done?"
It still wasn't enough. One time wouldn't satisfy me. I shook my hips again, and my sister's sharp scolding followed. Still, the nagging didn't last long. Soon she was quietly letting me hold her, stroking my back.
Only after I had finished both ejaculations did I finally pull away from my sister. With her face deeply scrunched up, she gestured for the wet wipes. I cleaned every drop of cum I had sprayed on her.
Right after cumming, my head felt strangely clear. In other words, post-nut clarity. It was a shame that every ounce of energy had been drained from me, but I still had enough strength left to hammer away at the keyboard. Somehow I managed to upload both chapters on time.
"Haaaa…."
I leaned back against the chair. Satisfaction at having finished mixed with the pressure of needing to write the next part.
"…Whatever. I'll think about it later."
I was getting used to a fairly regular routine. Once midnight passed, my eyes would naturally start to grow heavy.
Knock—knock—
If it had been my sister, she would have thrown the door open. But even after the knock, the door stayed closed. Surprised, I stood up and hurried over.
"J-just a second!"
I had locked it just in case, but I didn't want to advertise that fact. There weren't many things a guy would do alone in his room with the door locked, after all.
"Whew, yes."
I reached the door in a few quick steps, took a deep breath, and opened it.
"Want to eat chicken with us?"
Mom was smiling brightly.
"Ah… chicken?"
"Yeah. We all felt like having a late-night snack. Or do you not want any? Is it too late?"
Mom had been smiling brightly, but her expression clouded over a little, as if she feared I might refuse.
"…It's not that I can't skip it… I just thought you might be hungry…."
"Ah… then… I'll come."
It was a face I couldn't possibly turn down. Besides, I was a little hungry.
"Hehe~ Really!? Then let's go quick!"
Mom grabbed my wrist without hesitation and started walking ahead, leading the way.
"Daughter! Son's eating too!"
Mom looked thrilled. Was that dark expression and voice from earlier all an act? She seemed so much brighter that the thought crossed my mind.
At the dining table, my sister sat with a sullen face, chin propped on her hand as she stared at me.
"……You don't usually eat at night."
"Ah, well… I was a bit hungry…."
Humans are a very lazy species. When your stomach is full you want to rest, lie down, and sleep. That was why I used to avoid eating anything too late. But now I didn't have to hold back… and after seeing the sparkle in Mom's eyes earlier, refusing had felt impossible.
"This kid… It's good that you're close, but is that any way to speak to your brother?"
"Ah, whatever. Sit down already."
My sister patted the seat beside her, looking for Mom, but Mom ignored her and simply pulled me down to sit together.
"I don't want to? I'm sitting with my son."
"……Ha! Suit yourself."
My sister snorted. The look on her face said she was utterly dumbfounded.
…If that expression looked like jealousy to me, was I just imagining things?
"Here, son. A drumstick."
She picked one up with the tongs and placed it on my plate.
"Ah… thank you."
"Daughter, want a wing?"
"…I'll pick what I want, thanks? And I like drumsticks too, you know?"
Lips pushed out in a pout, my sister quickly snatched the remaining drumstick. Mom watched with the corners of her mouth slightly lifted.
"Let's all eat nicely, okay?"
"Ah… would you like the drumstick?"
"Ah, no. I don't really like them."
Mom refused firmly. It was a classic parent line. She might genuinely dislike them, but I still slid the drumstick from my plate toward her.
"Oh my, it's really fine…."
The corners of Mom's mouth, already slightly raised, looked ready to split open. And she didn't stop there—she reached out and stroked my head.
"Ah…."
"Good boy, good boy. Our daughter has such a nasty temper."
"Ah, no…."
It was just a head pat, but at this age it felt a little embarrassing. Old childhood memories came floating back.
I was lost in those memories when something kicked my shin. Then it pressed down hard on the top of my foot.
"……"
My sister was glaring at me in silence. Her eyes burned like they were on fire. The pressure on my foot grew stronger and stronger.
"Ah, um, the chicken's going to get cold…?"
"Then shall I try the drumstick my son gave me?"
Mom was still bright and cheerful. She gave me a refreshing smile, grabbed the drumstick, and took a big bite.
"Mmm~ It tastes even better because my son gave it to me."
"Whew…."
Mom's short review. In front of me, my sister's sigh.
"R-really?"
"Yes. Son, want a bite too?"
Mom held out the drumstick she'd already bitten into.
"Ah, um… uh…."
"…Are you worried it's dirty…? Mom brushed her teeth earlier…?"
It was that same expression again. She looked up at me with a face that wouldn't look out of place if she started crying any second.
"Ah, no! That's not it… Okay, I'll eat it…."
I reached out, but Mom dodged my hand.
"I'll only give you one bite. Say 'ah.'"
"…Huh?"
"Just one bite. So hurry up and open wide, ah."
"Ah, aaa…."
"Good boy~"
I opened my mouth as if in a trance. The drumstick slid in. I crunched down. Hot oil seeped through the crispy batter and its savory richness spread across my tongue.
"Oh dear, how can you spill half of it?"
My lips were glistening with oil. Mom rubbed the back of her hand over them. She also picked up the crumbs that had fallen onto my knee.
"Ugh, ugh…."
"Oh my, what's the matter?"
The stinging pain on top of my foot. Combined with my sister's fierce glare, it was pure torture.
"Ah, no… it's just really good…."
"Is it? Then shall I give you another bite?"
It seemed my sister didn't like how close I was acting with Mom. And I didn't want to see Mom look disappointed. Caught between the two of them, my mouth was going completely dry.