What Are We Going to Do Now...
The air in the room had completely changed. That same scorching heat I'd felt back at the motel was now crashing over me and my 'younger sister' like a wave.
"Think you can sit?"
"H-haa… R-right now…? You want me to… sit?"
She flinched hard at my blunt demand. I gave my hips a small buck, pressing her.
"You said you'd do everything I told you to."
"…Me? When did I ever…?"
She played innocent with a straight face, like she'd slapped a steel plate over it. I'd figured she would.
"Kyaaht!"
I smacked her ass with a crisp slap-slap. The sharp sound rang through the room. I slid my hand between her cheeks.
"U-uhnng…!"
My fingers slipped under the pulled-up panties. It was already so wet inside that my skin grew slick almost instantly.
"You really don't remember?"
Her ass pressed tight against me. My finger gliding into that hidden place. I curled my fingertips, teasing her most secret spot.
"You f-fucking crazy bastard—!!"
The reaction was instant. My 'younger sister' screamed loud enough to shake the whole house. I pushed my finger firmly into that tightly sealed entrance.
"Huk! Kya-kyaaht…!"
I felt the soft wrinkles against my fingertip, then tickled her perineum. Her full, moon-like ass clenched hard around my finger. Her warm breath washed over my face.
"I-I did it! I did, so p-please… not there…!"
Her voice was nearly sobbing. Her eyes had already grown watery.
"Then why lie?"
"I-I'm sorryyy…!!"
Without pausing for breath, she rubbed her face desperately against my chest, begging and pleading like a spoiled kitten.
My hand finally slipped free of her panties. The fabric snapped back with a tiny tick.
"Haa… haa… haaaang…."
My 'younger sister' let out a moan that sounded like a sigh of relief, ass still raised high as she trembled. She braced her hands on the bed, trying frantically to pull away from me.
I slid my arm under her armpit instead.
"Finally doing what you're told?"
"Ah, th-that… ha, haaa…."
Her pale breasts swayed heavily as she sat on my stomach, cherry-like nipples stiff and pointing. I settled my hands firmly on her hips.
"Huu…."
The view from below was breathtaking. Especially the way her pelvis fit perfectly into my palms—like custom-made handles.
I stroked her sides. Soft skin broke out in goosebumps. She twisted slightly, maybe from the tickling, but that only made her damp panties and ass cheeks rub against my stomach in response.
"A little lower."
"Haa… ha, haeu…."
She definitely heard me, but my 'younger sister' pretended not to, staring off into space.
Smack!
"Kyaaht!"
My palm cracked across her ass again. The juicy sound echoed. My lower stomach grew wetter and wetter. She was sobbing now, panties completely soaked.
"Huaa, ha, haaang… O-oppaaa…."
She looked uncomfortable. Struggling again. Her face and body were flushed crimson, radiating so much heat it was a wonder she hadn't burst into flames.
I was no different. My cock had been rock-hard and pressed against my stomach for what felt like forever. My breathing grew ragged, rising in my throat.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
The silky flesh wrapping my hand. I savored its softness for a moment. The ass I'd spanked was now swollen and bumpy.
"A, haang…."
My softly moaning 'younger sister' arched her back, hips twitching. Her hands pressed against my chest. The large breasts framed between her arms dazzled my eyes.
Sliiiide—my hand traveled up her pelvis. She flinched when I reached her ribs. My thumb brushed the underside of her breast.
Startled, she threw her head back. Her breasts bounced heavily. Like I was possessed, I reached for them.
"A, aaang…!"
I squeezed hard. Breast flesh bulged between my fingers. Her stiff nipple pressed into my palm, tickling it. I kneaded and massaged. No words could ever describe this softness.
"Haaaa…."
My body burned. Especially my stomach. My hand moved higher, giving her nipple a light twist before tickling just under her chin.
"Heut… heut, heup!"
My fingers hovered near her lips. I poked them gently. So soft. So glossy and plush. I slipped a finger between them.
Hard teeth met my fingertip. Her lips stayed stubbornly sealed.
I pressed, flipped, and played with them. Her saliva coated my fingers without end. I tickled her cheeks. The plump flesh was adorable. The slippery inside of her mouth felt incredible.
I was starting to feel frustrated. I wanted to make her open up—then, as if she'd read my mind, her lips parted just enough for one finger.
I quickly pushed my thumb inside.
"Ah…."
Our tongues touched. Hers darted away in surprise, rolling around in her mouth. Sticky saliva drenched my finger. I wriggled it in the tight space.
The tongue that had been trying to escape now licked my thumb. At first I thought it was an accident, but soon she was sucking my finger with surprising skill.
I hadn't ordered her to. I hadn't even signaled. Yet my 'younger sister' was earnestly, devotedly worshipping my finger.
Her face was flushed, eyes half-lidded, body trembling faintly. Her panties had been drenched for a long time.
"Slurp… slurp… lick… suuup…."
The lewd wet sounds filled the room. Her hips began rocking back and forth.
Slide. Slide. Bare skin rubbed together. Her soft, juice-soaked panties teased me.
I didn't know how we'd gotten here. And honestly, it didn't matter.
"A, aaang…."
My cockhead nudged against her ass. Her rolling hips suddenly straightened.
Press. Press. The soaked strip of fabric between her cheeks rubbed against my tip. Her movements grew faster—slowly at first, then unmistakably.
Slide. Slide. Slide.
My glans tingled. The trembling of her pussy transmitted straight to my stomach.
"Haeu, ha, haang… ha, heut!"
Her breathing grew rougher, like she was running out of strength. She nibbled my finger and flicked her tongue across it.
Her eyes had turned sultry. She looked down at me with a face that could only be described as lewd.
"…Oppa…."
She mumbled around my finger. That tiny whisper echoed in my ear.
"…Yeah."
Her expression was pure heat. Like a girl dying of thirst, desperate and needy.
"…We, huu… what are we going to do now…."
Her hand slowly drifted downward. But mine never left her body. She lowered her head toward me.
Our faces drew closer. Closer. Until we were nose-to-nose, breathing each other's air, close enough for our breaths to tickle.
"Lick… lick-lick… slurp."
She licked my finger shamelessly. Her seductive tongue movements were pure temptation.
"Haa…."
I tilted my head up. She lowered hers even further, as if competing.
…Our faces finally met. Lips. Saliva. Breath. Trembling. Excitement.
It was pure arousal. Euphoria swept through me. Unbearable lust reared its head.
"Slurp… smack… chu."
"Hng… chu, chu… slurp."
Her tongue slipped out, pushing between my lips.
"Haeu, heung… ha, haaang…."
It poked at my teeth, then the sharp tip slid into the gap. Our tongues licked, rubbed, and sucked each other.
Sweet breaths, heavy with that sugary scent. The heat of it felt like it would cook me from the inside.
"Haa, ha… haeu, hoo…."
How long had we been kissing? We broke apart at the same time, both panting roughly.
Our eyes met. Deep, heavy gazes filled with countless emotions. No—this was instinct. Thought and reason had flown away long ago.
Slide. Slide. We groped each other's bodies with no purpose other than wanting to touch, wanting to feel.
"Ha, haa… hng…."
Sometimes I was underneath. Sometimes I rolled on top.
"Sip… haaa…."
I breathed so deeply it felt like my lungs would burst. Every sense—eyes, nose, mouth—was completely filled with her.
"……Can I…?"
I shouldn't have asked. I should have just done it. But the words were already out, and it was too late to take them back.
Right as regret flooded me—
Nod. Nod.
"Ah…."
She didn't speak, but the meaning was crystal clear.
"A, u, uh…."
My hands moved urgently, fumbling downward.
"…Wait."
I hooked my fingers on her panties. Before I could lift her, her hips rose on their own.
"…Gulp."
My mouth had been dry for ages. Then—sliiiide—the last piece of fabric slid down and dropped onto the bed with a soft thump.
"Haa…."
It felt like my heart was about to leap out of my throat. There was no calming down now.
"Haa… hoo…."
I took deep breaths. My 'younger sister' beneath me had already closed her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered. The tremble of those long lashes didn't feel like it belonged to someone else.
Sliide—her thighs parted naturally. I moved between them.
Her soft skin brushed my sides. The way it gently squeezed wasn't unpleasant at all.
Everything felt perfect. The mood, the situation, the sensation.
If only it weren't for that sudden knock at the door.
Knock. Knock.
If not for that abrupt sound, tonight might have been flawless.