Family Gathering
"…."
I stood in the entrance for a while, just taking her in. Her personality might be a bit childish, but the original model was so damn pretty that even seeing her bundled up in that massive puffy jacket got my cock stirring. Like a penguin or something.
Maybe it's just 'cause I love legs so much…
The combo of puffy jacket and bare legs had way more destructive power than I'd imagined. Who knew.
"…What're you doing over there? Come in already."
"What the hell is that outfit?"
I kicked off my shoes and stepped inside.
"Heating's cranked all the way up."
"I'm cold, that's why."
What a lame excuse.
"Please, say something that makes sense. It's sweltering in here."
"…."
Gominji was straight-up sweating right now. Beads forming on her forehead, peeking through her hair, face all flushed.
She wouldn't sweat that much from just putting it on now. So she's been wearing it for a while.
Why, though? No reason to keep a puffy jacket on inside. Especially not holed up in her room—she could've ditched it there. Putting it on means she was planning to head out… not just into the Taeyang Palace hallway, but actually outside. Whole palace is heated to the gills.
So the logical route: 1. Arrived in Pyongyang wearing the jacket. 2. Greeted the adults and went to her room. 3. About to head back out.
Assuming she really showed up in that cock t-shirt, she couldn't parade that in front of the grown-ups, so she kept the jacket on even in the toasty indoors. Then ducked into her room just now.
But why not take it off once she was in here?
Coming out to greet me?
That's the only thing that fits. Sure, maybe work stuff came up… but she'd just change first. Keeping the jacket on means she came out to show me the cock tee, got cold feet from the embarrassment, and was agonizing over it… something like that?
Fucking wild.
I strode over and grabbed the zipper pulled all the way up to her neck.
She snatched my wrist.
"What're you doing?"
"Gotta check, sis."
"You little shit, who said you could?"
I kissed Gominji.
"Mmff."
She froze for a second, then parted her lips and let me in.
Smack.
The peck turned into a full kiss, tongues tangling sticky and wet, her grip on my wrist going slack.
We made out like that for a good while before breaking apart. She looked up at me with hazy eyes.
"Permission granted, so I'm unzipping?"
"…You fucking asshole. That's not permission."
Zzzip.
I pulled the zipper down. Gominji pouted but didn't stop me.
Whoosh.
"Whoa."
Neck and collarbone exposed. But… the sweat. Insane amounts beading up. Especially in that deep plunge of her collarbone, a little pool forming—dizzying, cock-throbbing stuff.
And her scent… hit me like a truck the second I unzipped. If there's a miracle boner pill, this is it.
"Whoaaa… how long you been wearing this?"
"What's it to you."
"This… fuck… I wanna lick it all up."
"You pervert. Get lost."
Gominji shoved me away and zipped back up.
"Hey, what the sudden push?"
"Fuck."
She turned into an angry hamster, glaring daggers as she backed off.
"Hey. Come back later."
"Why should I."
"Listen to your sis, punk. Talking back like a cocky little shit."
Damn, sensitive much.
So she really wore it?
The cock t-shirt??
"Sis, you wore it under there."
"…."
"But now you're embarrassed to show me?"
"…No?"
A beat of silence, then that weak denial. Answer enough.
Holy shit, this crazy bitch actually wore that here?
Impressive on every level.
Fuck, I gotta see it.
No way around it. Gominji in a cock tee. Plus soaked from sweat right now? Next level.
"C'mon, show me."
"Fuck no, I said nooo!"
We tussled for a bit. But she was weak. If she fought for real, it'd be tough, but she was half-assing it—didn't wanna stop me deep down.
Zzzip.
Down again.
"Sss… ahh… Gominji sweat smell."
"You fucking psycho."
She freaked, tried shoving again. No chance. Zipped to her collarbone, yanked the jacket open, buried my face between her neck and collarbone, and sucked.
Salty taste and soft skin on my tongue—excitement peaked.
"Hah…! You… idiot… get off meee…!"
"Nah, not getting off. Gonna creampie your pussy three times in a row."
"Crazy… fucker♥."
Her voice started getting that wet edge. Moaning in that tone that made pre-cum leak just hearing it—I got even more obsessed, sucking harder.
"Tickles… stop ittt…."
Stop? Hell no. Licked from neck to under her chin.
"Haa…."
Lifted my head to check her face—eyes already glazed, totally turned on. This pathetic Gominji.
Pussy's lame, whole body's lame.
"Pathetic."
"…."
"Total pathetic slut Gominji."
"…Ahh. Fuck off."
Still had some pride in her words, but no energy or will to back it up. Like always, she craved getting wrecked.
"Fuck off how? What you gonna do?"
Squirming, I coaxed her toward the bedroom. She knew exactly what was up but backpedaled along anyway.
"Get out nice now, for real♥."
"Anyone can see you're horny as fuck and begging for it."
"Get out♥."
Now in the bedroom by the bed. Her lips twitched. Couldn't hide the joy and anticipation.
And me too. Rock-hard cock tenting my pants, poking her jacket.
Right before tossing her on the bed, I unzipped further.
Zzziiip.
"Ah…."
Her face flushed deeper as the zipper dropped. Soon, the neckline of her tee appeared. White trim. And right below…
"Whoa. No way."
The glans.
"You actually wore it."
"…Told you, dickhead."
"Fuck, for real."
Zzziiip.
All the way down to expose her full chest. The printed cock on the tee was folded in half by her huge tits, tucked into her cleavage. Just the glans tip peeking up top.
Like a paizuri already.
And soaked with sweat now. Clinging fabric translucent enough to glimpse skin—wanted to whip out my cock and thrust between those tits right there.
"What were you thinking wearing this?"
Grabbed her massive tits with both hands. Felt the damp wetness and heavenly softness as I kneaded—the printed cock twitched like it was real. Trippy as fuck.
"Printing my dick pics and doing weird shit. Love cock that much?"
"Bullshit♥."
"Wanted to jerk my cock with these tits? Shoulda said so."
"Cut the bullshit♥."
Enough, Gominji. You need wrecking.
"Kyaa!"
Shoved her onto the bed. She sprawled out jacket and all.
"Ahh, wanna die?"
Snapped at me from the shock, but shut up like a mute when I dropped my pants and pulled out my cock. Gulped hard—funny face.
"Gominji's favorite cock, present."
Tapped the full mast with my hand and climbed on. Pinned her down gently, sat at her stomach level.
"What, what're you doing, idiot. Heavy."
"What else. You wore it, so gotta use it like that. You perverted bitch."
"Who's calling who a perv. Ridiculous♥."
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. I lifted her tee to bare the underboob. No bra.
"Hah. Look at that sweat pool."
Each drop holy nectar. But not the priority now.
"Going in, sis."
"What."
"You know, why ask."
"…♥."
Saw her lip twitch up for real, then shoved my cock into the underboob cleavage.
Buried in plump, jiggly flesh—felt amazing. No real tightness, but squeezing from the sides should fix that.
Squish.
"Whoa, fucking soaked."
"Idiot♥."
All the way in, glans poking out the top of her cleavage.
"Feels good, perv♥?"
"Yeah. Feels good."
"Ugh, pervert. Loving being buried in titmeat, hilarious♥."
"Sis, squeeze 'em."
"What, punk."
"Squeeze and shake 'em."
Guided her hands to press her tits from both sides. She smirked slyly and squeezed.
Pressure on my cock ramped up. Not pussy-tight, but shaking should feel killer.
"Gonna fuck your tits hard and blast cum all over your face."
Gominji licked her lips, expectant.
"Fuck, so damn hot♥."