How Does Every Guy My Sister Dates Have Such a Huge Cock?
How the hell does every single guy my sister dates end up with a huge cock?
My name is Lee Chae-won, and my sister is Lee Hae-won.
We were two years apart.
That bitch of a sister was only born two years earlier, yet she tried so damn hard to act like the big sister all the time.
She was a real fucking bitch.
My sister changed boyfriends constantly.
And I loved that about her.
Because whenever she started dating someone, she always brought him home.
Once she brought him home, they drank, and once they drank, they fucked.
Or they drank somewhere else and came home already wasted.
Either way, if they showed up together, they always ended up having sex.
I would quietly open the door and watch.
Sometimes they were out in the living room; other times they went into her room.
My sister never locked the door properly.
If I slowly pressed the handle down, it opened right up.
I even knew exactly how far to push it so the hinges wouldn't squeak.
Even a tiny crack was enough to get a perfect view of the bed.
Open it a little more and I could see her with her legs spread wide, pussy on full display.
I loved watching my sister fuck.
It was so fucking entertaining.
She was incredible at sex.
Looked like a total slut bitch.
More precisely, what I really loved was watching her boyfriends strip down.
I don't know why, but every guy she dated had a massive cock.
If it had been one or two, I might've called it coincidence, but every single man I'd seen so far was hung like that.
It was like she had some secret technique for picking them.
I could never ask, of course.
"Sis, how come every guy you date has such a huge dick?"
If I ever said something like that, she'd know right away I'd been peeping.
Truth was, she'd already caught me a few times.
That crazy bitch would scream every single time.
"Hey! Lee Chae-won! Get the fuck out!"
She moaned loud enough to wake the whole building, yet lost her mind over a little peeking. What a joke.
My sister and I looked alike.
Anyone could tell we were sisters at a glance.
Still, I was a little prettier.
My eyes were bigger, my face smaller.
Her tits were a bit bigger than mine.
Just fat, I figured.
Pig bitch.
My waist was thinner.
Overall, I had the better body.
Yet somehow she always landed the better guys.
It made no sense.
I met plenty of men myself.
Through apps, guys I met while working part-time, all of them.
Once I even dragged a guy who'd asked for my number at a bar straight into the bathroom.
Sometimes I took money for it.
Didn't really matter—I only picked guys I already liked anyway.
I was just getting paid on top of fucking someone I would've fucked for free.
No downside there.
Still, doing it with my sister's boyfriends felt different.
Somehow more fun.
Maybe because she'd already had them first.
Or maybe because I got to keep watching them the whole time she was dating them.
Sometimes the three of us drank together.
If she got drunk first and passed out in her room, that left me alone with her boyfriend.
Once we were alone, I'd pretend to be a little more wasted and lean against him.
Almost none of them ever turned me down.
A sneaky little squeeze of their cock and it would spring right up, hard and ready.
After that all I had to do was yank their pants down and suck them a few times.
From then on, her boyfriends would follow me into my room on their own.
I was never sure if I was the one fucking them or getting fucked.
Either way, it was great.
Her bed being so wide was another plus.
Mine was just a super-single.
Two people on it felt cramped.
Hers was a queen, so switching positions was easy.
Plenty of room for sixty-nine, and the headboard frame was perfect for gripping when he took me from behind.
The mattress felt softer than mine too.
On my bed, kneeling made my knees hurt a little; on hers it barely bothered me.
All in all, lots of advantages.
So on nights when she came home late, I used her room a lot.
Yesterday was one of those nights.
I brought home the boyfriend I'd started dating a few days earlier.
He paid for dinner and the drinks.
He wanted to go to a motel, but nothing decent was available nearby, so we came to my place.
There were a couple of rooms left, but they looked like absolute dumps, so home it was.
My sister had said she was drinking with friends and would be back late.
I took my boyfriend straight into her room.
"Let's do it here. This is my sister's room."
"Why her room?"
"The bed's bigger."
"Won't she flip out if she finds out?"
"She said she's coming home late."
One of her panties was lying on the bed.
A ridiculously slutty pair.
My boyfriend saw it and asked if it was mine.
I told him it was hers.
That only turned him on more.
He picked the panties up and brought them right to his nose.
The crazy bastard started sniffing like a dog.
"Hey! You fucking psycho!"
"Ah, sorry..."
What a complete freak.
I'd sniffed her panties myself once before—they had a faint pissy smell.
But somehow they still smelled better than mine.
Like they were mixed with perfume.
I wondered if the crazy bitch sprayed perfume on her pussy too.
We were deep into it when I heard the front door open.
At first I thought it was the neighbors.
No chance.
I knew the sound of our front door.
It was definitely my sister coming home.
My boyfriend didn't stop.
"Aah! Aaah, haaah... Ah, Oppa! Ahht... It feels so good!"
"Aaah... Fuck me harder."
"Haaah, ahh, fuck, Oppa..."
I moaned as loud as I could.
Doing it on her bed always got me extra horny.
That was the whole point of using her bed.
The first round I'd told him to cum inside, but the idiot shot it all over my stomach instead.
Some of it dripped onto the blanket.
This was round two.
A moment later her voice floated in from the living room.
"I'm home."
That fucking bitch said she'd be late and then waltzed in early.
My boyfriend froze mid-thrust.
"Who's that?"
"My sister."
"What do we do?"
"Just keep going."
"Are you insane?"
Even as he said it, his cock got even harder.
Fucking bastard.
My sister opened the door.
Our eyes met.
My boyfriend scrambled to cover himself a second too late.
I didn't bother.
We'd already seen everything of each other anyway.
"You crazy fucking bitch!"
She screamed.
My boyfriend flinched on top of me.
In that instant I felt him get even stiffer.
I looked up at his face.
His eyes were locked on her.
She was wearing heavy makeup.
Her face was a little flushed from drinking.
She looked more mature than usual.
Apparently my boyfriend found that version of her even prettier.
It pissed me off.
At the same time, I felt a weird little pride that my sister was that hot.
If she was pretty, that meant I was pretty too.
"Get out!"
She yelled.
"We're in the middle of it."
"Get the fuck off my bed right now!"
"Ah, just give us a minute."
She grabbed a pillow off the bed and hurled it.
It smacked my boyfriend square in the head.
He scrambled off me in a panic.
That annoyed me even more.
We could've finished first.
He snatched his underwear and pants off the floor and yanked them on.
My sister stood there with her arms crossed, watching the whole show.
Even after he was fully dressed, he glanced at her one more time.
So I followed him all the way to the front door and said,
"Hey. Don't ever contact me again."
"What? Suddenly?"
"You got harder looking at my sister."
"That was just the situation—"
"Whatever. Get lost."
I slammed the door.
Behind me my sister started cursing.
"Crazy bitch. Gets caught fucking on my bed and then takes it out on her boyfriend."
"Yeah, well, he got bigger looking at you."
"So?"
"Just... it pissed me off."
"Ugh, you psycho."
She went into her room to check the bed.
Then she started screaming again.
"Hey! Wash this entire fucking blanket!"
"Ah, why bother washing it? Just use it as is."
"You fucking bitch, your sweat's all over it!"
"So what? Call your boyfriend over and suck his dick instead."
She pointed at the blanket still spread on the bed.
"Hey! You crazy bitch! There's cum on it!"
Looks like the load that had been on my stomach had dripped and spread across the blanket.
"Ah, a little cum happens. Fine, I'll wash it."
I gathered up the blanket and muttered as I left the room,
"Ugh, like you don't happily slurp up your own boyfriend's cum every chance you get."
I'd watched her boyfriend shoot into her mouth more than once or twice.
She always sucked every last drop like a pro.
She threw something at me.
"Ah, you crazy bitch! Get out already!"
Something hit my back and clattered to the floor.
No pain.
It was light.
Just the rabbit plushie from her bed.
Poor thing got flung onto the floor.
I stuffed the blanket into the washing machine.
It was so fucking huge it barely fit.
That crazy bitch loved big cocks and big blankets too.
I guess it made sense with a big bed.
Her tits were just a tiny bit bigger than mine as well.
Mine were big too, though.
I stomped on the blanket a few times until it finally went in.
Dumped in some detergent and hit the button.
She was still in her room muttering "fuck this, fuck that."
I grabbed a cigarette wearing nothing but panties.
Thought about going out completely naked, but figured I should at least wear panties if I was stepping outside.
A bra felt like too much work.
Hardly anyone ever used the villa stairs anyway.
Even if someone saw me, I didn't care.
It was summer—so what?
I opened the front door and stepped out.
The weather was fucking hot.
Even at night the stairwell was thick with humid air.
I opened the window on the landing halfway up.
Lit the cigarette.
Took a deep first drag.
One hand held the cigarette; the other idly played with my nipple.
It still pissed me off that my boyfriend had gotten harder looking at my sister, but his cock itself had been pretty decent.
I briefly considered texting him again.
I finished the cigarette and flicked the butt out the window.
When I got back inside, her door was shut.
I went into my room and flopped onto the bed.
Peeled off my panties first thing.
A few new messages were waiting.
Some oppa I knew offered to buy me dinner.
I said sure.
Free meal, then I'd just fuck him once. Easy.
His place was close to ours too.
My hand drifted down.
My pussy was still wet.
I scrolled through photos of guys on my phone while fingering myself.
Tonight my sister hadn't brought a boyfriend home.
Shame.
I watched a few videos I'd secretly filmed of her fucking.
Compared them a little to the ones of me.
She did seem a bit better at it.
Or rather, it wasn't that she was better—the guys she fucked were better.
I always had to work my ass off, while with her the guys just did everything.
Suddenly I felt exhausted.
My phone slipped from my hand and landed beside my face.
I really fucking hated the idea of going to work tomorrow.
I fell asleep just like that.
The next day.
I washed my face and roughly dried my hair.
Makeup was non-negotiable.
The café had a lot of male customers.
That was exactly why I worked there.
Guys asked for my number all the time.
And then I fucked those guys all the time.
They only asked for my number because they wanted to fuck me anyway.
I put on foundation and drew my eyebrows.
Pulled the eyeliner out a little longer than usual.
Black T-shirt and a short skirt.
I left the house.
My sister was still asleep.
Weekend, so she was sleeping in even more comfortably.
She was an office worker.
I wondered if she'd bring a boyfriend home tonight.
I decided I should come home early.
When I opened the café door, the store manager looked up from behind the counter.
Still before opening, so no customers yet.
"You're late."
"I'm only five minutes late."
"Five minutes is still late."
"I went to bed a little late last night."
He looked me up and down.
That bastard always started with my tits even while he was lecturing me.
He was working so hard to get another shot at fucking me.
We'd already done it once.
He looked like he wanted to say more, then just shook his head.
Ever since we fucked that one time, he'd gotten way more interested in me.
Asked if I had a boyfriend, how many times a month I had sex, when the last time was.
At first I thought he was a total psycho.
Considered reporting him, but honestly it was kind of fun.
So somehow we ended up doing it once.
He was married.
Looked about my mom's age.
Maybe that was what made it fun.
He slid a coffee toward me.
"Drink this and wake up."
"Is it free?"
"Employee discount."
"Then I don't want it."
"Just drink it."
I took the coffee.
From the back, the guy I worked with came out carrying a box.
His name was Min-jae.
One year younger than me.
Tall, decent face.
Great stamina.
Hard worker too.
Best of all, easy to boss around.
"Noona, where should I put this?"
"Dunno. Why ask me?"
He set the box down and stared at me.
"Aren't you working, Noona?"
"Nope."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm pretty."
"Well, that's true."
Without another word he picked the box back up.
He hadn't always been this obedient.
When I first told him to do my work, he argued about why he should have to.
So I took him to the bathroom and sucked his cock a few times.
After that he became the perfect little helper.
Took out the trash, lifted all the heavy stuff.
I sat on the counter chair and sipped my coffee.
The store manager glanced at me, then at the direction Min-jae had gone.
"Did you fuck him too?"
I looked at the manager with the straw still in my mouth.
"Why?"
"You did."
"No I didn't?"
"That kid wouldn't listen to you like that otherwise."
"He's just nice."
"Don't cause trouble inside the shop."
"Isn't the bathroom inside the shop?"
"It is."
"What about the storage room?"
He pressed a hand to his forehead.
"Don't do it anywhere."
"Okay."
I answered for now.
But sometimes we did it in his office too.
The store manager led me into the office.