Chapter 11: Changing the Drunk Older Sister's Clothes.
Chapter 11: Changing the Drunk Older Sister's Clothes.
Ppibik-!
Ppip!
The machine blared noisily before finally stopping.
It was the signal that the laundry was done—hurry up and take it out.
"I should buy a clothes dryer after all. It'd be so convenient if I had one."
These days, clothes dryers are all the rage, so it's standard to toss the laundry from the washing machine straight into one.
But our house didn't have a clothes dryer, so I had to dump it back in the laundry basket and hang it on the drying rack on the balcony.
The place is so tiny there's no room for a clothes dryer.
A styler?
I've only ever seen those on YouTube—never used one in my life.
Our house sticks to the primitive but reliable method of natural sun-drying.
Well, we have no choice but to prefer it.
'Someday I'll buy a clothes dryer... and a styler... and a massage chair...'
My modest goal is to move to a big house where I can plop those luxuries anywhere—in the living room or bedroom.
Of course, with my Grade 9 Civil Servant salary right now, that's a pipe dream.
Unless my older sister starts modeling again later...
Or if my younger sister Gyeong-ah ends her hikikomori life and re-enters society.
At least this house gets plenty of sunlight.
Thanks to that, the natural drying works better than anywhere else, so I take solace in that as I head to the rickety old top-loader washing machine blaring away.
"Ugh..."
Wet laundry is heavier than you think.
I hauled out the damp, lukewarm pile from the washing machine and dumped it into the plastic laundry basket.
Less than I expected.
Looks like my older sister already did a load earlier.
I grabbed the basket and headed to the cramped balcony.
Normally this would be her job, but with her out of the house right now, it falls to me.
'Not much laundry, so it'll be quick.'
I set the basket down and inspected the contents.
Sure enough, older sister must've already done a round this morning— no regular clothes or socks in sight.
Just a few of her underwear, a few of Gyeong-ah's...
And a couple towels. That's it.
I grabbed the first thing that caught my hand: Gyeong-ah's underwear.
The white pair she'd handed me after her shower earlier.
"..."
My hand froze without thinking.
Pretending like I was just checking if it got clean, I casually brought it to my nose like it was no big deal.
Sniff sniff.
All I smelled was the fresh scent of fabric softener from my younger sister's underwear.
The wash did a damn good job.
"So I'm not some panty-sniffing pervert after all."
Phew... good to know.
Touching slightly damp underwear with her body scent lingering had all sorts of weird thoughts flashing through my head earlier.
But not now.
Nothing.
Maybe it's just me rationalizing...
Anyway, I bought it.
No matter that I'm a mid-20s virgin who has never dated, I'm not some psycho who gets turned on by his blood-related little sister's undies.
Self-soothing like that, I hung Gyeong-ah's underwear on the drying rack.
Then my older sister's black bra, her lace panties.
I shook out the towels with a good papap snap before hanging them too.
Seeing the undies lined up neatly in the sunlight calmed my mind.
"Laundry done!"
I finished hanging everything and headed back to my room.
I shut the door behind me, and the house went dead quiet.
Felt like I was the only one home.
Even though Gyeong-ah's technically in her room.
The silence made that naked glimpse of Gyeong-ah from the bathroom earlier keep popping back into my head.
That pale skin.
Her hair wet and clinging to her nape.
Her eyes going all wide and rabbity in shock.
And...
Whether she meant to or not, that pink slit between her legs fully on display.
'Damn it, why does it keep coming back?'
I shook my head hard.
Tried to forget, but it kept ghosting in front of my eyes.
That's when I finally realized why.
I mentally flipped through the calendar.
'When was the last time I jerked off?'
Couldn't remember.
But definitely not in the past month or so.
Wasn't on purpose.
I'd been too busy and wiped out to even think about it.
"Haa. Weekends meant emergency overtime..."
I'd come home dead on my feet, shower, crash.
Body too exhausted for horny thoughts.
But today...
No, the past few days of stimulation must've burst the dam on all that pent-up stuff.
Yeah, physiological needs gotta be released.
Hold it in too long and you get sick.
So I decided to take care of it.
Perfect timing.
Older sister's out, Gyeong-ah's holed up in her room.
Grabbed my phone, sat at my desk.
Tissues at the ready beside me, pants down.
Now to hunt for jerk-off material.
Guys get it.
This moment's crucial. Sacred, even.
Gotta find the perfect vid for my tastes.
Logged into my go-to streaming site.
Insane library—always a struggle picking what to watch.
Clicked through thumbnails.
'This one's meh... too extreme... saw this before.'
But...
Was I too deep in the hunt?
I missed the sound I'd normally catch right away.
Chulk.
The faintest door handle turning.
Then kiiik.
Door creaking open for sure.
'Oh shit.'
Only noticed after it happened.
Too late.
My finger was already hitting play on the vid I'd just found.
'Forgot to lock the door...'
I always do.
Why today?
Too rushed?
Too backed up?
And right then—as the door swung wide.
A woman's moan exploded from my phone speaker.
Loud, raw, filling the room.
Didn't check the volume.
Must've been maxed.
'Déjà vu?'
What the hell's with today.
Something like this happened earlier going into the bathroom.
Please.
Just not Gyeong-ah.
Older sister would understand.
Frozen, I turned my head.
"Ugh... why're you in my room... hic... Gyeong-hooo..."
The one staggering in...
Thank god...
Wait, is this a relief?
Anyway, not Gyeong-ah.
It was my older sister.
She lurched into the room, face flushed red.
At first I thought it was embarrassment from the moan.
But...
Looking closer, her pupils were dilated.
Focus all fuzzy.
'She's drunk?'
Yeah, she was wasted.
That's why she wasn't home.
Out drinking with friends, looks like.
Since quitting modeling, she'd occasionally go out like this to blow off steam.
Today she overdid it.
Leaning against the door, she slurred with her tongue all tangled.
"Whaaa... this isn't... my rooom."
Sloshed-out-of-her-mind voice.
Even giggling like an idiot.
Didn't register the moans.
Even if she did, no way she'd clock it as adult video noise.
Doesn't seem to see my raging hard-on either.
"Whew..."
Sigh of relief.
Yanked my pants up quick.
Hands shaking zipping up.
Didn't get fully caught, I think.
Even if she did, she's too drunk to remember.
"Noona, wrong room. This is mine."
"Huh? Gyeong-ho's rooom?"
"Yeah. Go to your room and crash."
"Hehe. My lil' bro~ Hug your noona~"
Stood up, went to her.
Reeked of booze.
Supported her wobbly ass to her room.
"Hee... Gyeong-ho... my Gyeong-hooo..."
She mumbled something—ignored it.
Practically tossed her stumbling self onto the bed.
"Uhehehe..."
Laughed happily the second she hit the mattress.
Grabbed some comfy short-sleeve tee and shorts from her closet.
"Here, change and sleep."
But she was already snoring away, dead to the world.
Fast as hell.
Down and out the instant she lies.
"Haa..."
Sigh escaped.
Thought about leaving her like that, but her outfit looked uncomfortable as fuck.
Flowy blouse, skin-tight skinny jeans.
No way to sleep comfy in that.
Sighed deep, resigned—started peeling off her clothes layer by layer.
This happened more often than you'd think.
Back when she was modeling, company dinners and such—she'd come home sloshed plenty.
I'd change her clothes every time.
So... this is routine.
Just brotherly care for noona. Natural.
Peeled off the blouse, wrestled down the skinny jeans.
Why the hell does she wear shit this tight?
"Whew. Tough."
Finally got her down to undies.
Tried slipping on the sleepwear I'd brought.
"..."
Black bra, lace panties.
Same design as the ones I hung earlier.
Must own multiples.
Hand paused mid-pajama.
Her words from a few days ago echoed.
'You can touch my boobs...'
Led to me actually groping them.
In this situation, those words rang in my ears.
'Horny as fuck?'
Normally I'd think 'I'm insane' and agonize.
Just dress her.
But this time... different.
A month's worth of pent-up lust.
The excitement from vid-hunting hadn't faded.
My hand casually went to her chest.
Soft squish against my palm.
Bra muffled it some, but the softness and size came through clear.
Fingered the slightly poking nipple through the fabric.
Felt firm.
'Crazy... for real.'
Brain screaming don't do it.
Touching without permission's basically assault.
But my hand wouldn't stop.
Eyes drifted to her thighs.
She's slender overall, but thighs soft yet toned.
Hand naturally stroked her thigh.
Smooth skin sticking to my palm.
Sliding up toward her crotch.
The higher it went, the softer the feel.
More tender, sensitive skin.
Her body twitched faintly at my touch.
And...
Fingertip brushed the center of her crotch.
"Hng..."
Man or woman, that spot...
No beating around the bush—the genitals are sensitive as hell.
Even a stranger's touch sets it off.
But her only reaction was a soft moan.
'Fuck it.'
She's passed out drunk anyway.
A little touching won't cause issues.
Through her panties, I traced her secret straight slit no one else sees.
Felt the outline following my fingers.
'Shouldn't... really shouldn't...'
Thought that, but fingers kept going.
Once started, no stopping.
Then—bam—it happened in seconds.
The spot my fingers grazed got wet.
A faint stain bloomed on the thin panties.
"Eh...?"
Froze in panic.
Touched too much—vaginal fluid leaked a bit.
Brain scrambled.
What now?
No arousal, no fluids staining panties.
This stain's straight-up proof I fingered her pussy.
Uh, no choice.
Had to strip off her bra and panties too, change 'em all.
"Whew... whew... please don't wake up..."
Undid the bra hook first.
Reached back, fumbled.
Click.
Easier than expected.
Slid off the bra—her medium-sized tits fully exposed.
Averted my eyes hard, went for the panties hooked on her hips.
Slowly dragged them down.
Pulled 'em just a bit—saw the grooming traces.
Lower still—her tight straight slit bare as day.
Grabbed tissue, dabbed her privates to wipe the vaginal fluid.
Can't have stains on the new pair.
Tissue?
Pocketed it.
Can't toss it in her room.
Not for shady reasons.
Past her thighs, knees...
Finally yanked the panties off her legs completely.
"Whew..."
Sighed in relief, hooked new panties on her legs.
Dress her in undies and clothes now—perfect crime...
"Cooold..."
Then she squirmed a bit.
Her tightly shut privates twisted open slightly.