Yaa... This Is Home Right Now, Hnnngh!
Click—
Areum opened the front door and stepped out, Sarang trailing right behind her.
"Huh? What's with the package?"
That tiny sound made my heart feel like it was about to explode.
"Ah, ahh! M-mine! It's mine!"
I practically hurled myself out the door.
And then I nearly jumped out of my skin at the little box clutched in Areum's hand.
"I'll, uh... take it to the room and come right back."
"...Hah!"
Areum's eyes raked over me.
Then she flashed a meaningful little smile and glanced back at Sarang.
"Sarang, I need to talk to this one for a minute. Can you wait just a bit?"
"Ah! Yes... okay."
Sarang stepped clean outside with that answer.
Her uselessly sharp instincts were almost enough to make me resent her.
And just like that I got hauled back inside by the scruff of Areum's grip.
"Hey, hah... what the hell is this."
"What..."
"Don't play dumb. It's all written right here."
Ultra-thin 0.01 Condoms ~ So thin you'll worry they'll tear ~ 100 count.
"...Shit."
The curse slipped out on its own.
In this day and age when personal privacy supposedly mattered, the package had the model name plastered on it in bold, and my head started throbbing.
"Just how much sex are you planning on having, a hundred of them? Heh, heheheh..."
Areum's creepy little laugh echoed through the house.
The three of us piled into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
Areum in the driver's seat, me in the passenger seat, and Sarang alone in the back.
And yet the back of my head was prickling.
That intense stare boring into me from behind could only belong to Sarang.
I snuck a sideways glance.
In the rearview mirror, Sarang's face—and those eyes—were blazing.
She had definitely seen something.
That much I was sure of.
The real question was what she had seen, and how far it had gone...
Best-case scenario, the worst of it was just Areum helping me into a bra.
Followed by a live broadcast of me getting dressed in nothing but underwear.
But even that alone was plenty weird... and there was no telling what wild fantasies Sarang might have spun from it.
Vrrrrrrr—
The quiet car filled with nothing but the engine's hum.
No one broke the silence all the way to our parents' house.
"We're here."
"Oh my, come on in already."
Our parents' warm welcome ushered the three of us inside.
"Have you kids eaten breakfast?"
"...No?"
"Aigoo, what were you doing that you still haven't had breakfast?"
"Hey, you told us to come over to eat."
"Never mind that~ Just go wash your hands and get to the kitchen."
Mom neatly ignored me, turned on her heel, and headed for the kitchen.
"Haa..."
Dad shot us a look that said hurry up and followed after her.
"We should wash our hands first and then eat."
At my words, Areum naturally headed for the living-room bathroom.
I started toward the bathroom right outside my old room out of pure habit—then stopped dead when something felt off.
Everyone scattering to wash their hands was completely natural... and yet it was also exactly the same as always.
I was walking toward my room in Areum's body, while Areum was heading to the bathroom she used to use in my body.
"...Unni?"
"......"
And on top of that, Sarang had stuck right to my heels.
"U-uh... want to come with?"
I put on my best casual act and started walking again.
Then the two of us stepped into the bathroom together like the best of friends.
Shhhhhhh—
Cool water poured from the faucet. Sarang and I stood side by side in front of it, and the reflection in the mirror looked for all the world like a pair of close sisters.
"Unni, y-you have to wash your hands nice and clean..."
"Ah..."
I had just lathered soap on my hands and was staring blankly into the mirror.
But Sarang covered my hands with hers and started scrubbing the backs, the palms, even between every finger until they were spotless.
"Uh, uhh..."
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, watching Sarang wash my hands for me.
Girls go to the bathroom together, right...? So maybe this was... normal? I had no idea.
Afraid any weird reaction of mine might raise unnecessary suspicions, I simply stood still and let it happen.
"Hee... Unni, even your hands are pretty."
"...R-really?"
"Hihi... Shall we go out now? I'll wait for you."
The water was cold.
But Sarang's hands were warm, and that warmth spread through my whole body.
Especially those eyebrows curved like a bow, and the corners of her mouth that lifted just a little, and that silly smile she was giving me—they were all so pretty.
"O-oh no. U-Unni. Hurryyy..."
"Ah, yeah... I-I'll go out."
Sarang stepped out of the bathroom first, a towel already in her hands.
And as if it were the most natural thing in the world, that towel wrapped around my hands and carefully dried every last drop of water.
I wondered if people usually went this far, but it felt like she was just trying to get on Areum's good side, so somehow I found myself nodding along.
"Hit... I used to come here all the time when I was little, but it feels like forever. Ah! I came yesterday, so maybe not forever? Still, b-being like this with Unni really is a long time, right...?"
She was babbling.
And then she linked her arm through mine.
That soft, squishy female body pressed against me with nothing but clothes between us.
"Ha, haha... Yeah? I-it's been a while."
My body locked up stiff as a board.
Ever since becoming an adult, no woman other than Areum had ever been this close to me—not once.
I forced my trembling voice steady and took awkward steps forward.
"Daughters~ Aren't you coming already? Oh my, you two are just too funny."
Our parents beamed at the sight of us.
But the look in Areum's eyes beside them was anything but ordinary.
Gulp—
The moment I met that gaze, my whole body started shaking.
My heart hammered, and my legs felt like they'd give out and drop me to the floor if anyone so much as nudged me.
"...Unni?"
"Ah, y-yeah..."
The one who grabbed me and pulled me along was Sarang.
She escorted me to my seat like a gentleman and, once again as if it were the most natural thing, sat down right beside me.
"Well then, shall we dig in? Your mom's been prepping since early this morning. Scrape those plates clean, got it?"
Dad at the head of the table picked up his spoon first, and the rest of the family followed suit one after another.
Clink-clink—
The sound of dishes clattering rose from every direction, and before I could even lift my spoon Mom's questions started flying.
"Big daughter, I hear you and our little one decided to live together now?"
"Ah, yeah, no... yes."
"Hoho. Still half-asleep?"
"N-no, I'm not."
"Our little one's disappointed, you know? Did you hate Auntie and Uncle that much?"
"Ah! Nooo! Th-that's not it... O-Oppa just... said school was too far, a-and asked if maybe living together would, u-uh, be better..."
Sarang looked thoroughly flustered, her voice shrinking smaller and smaller, and Mom answered with a bright smile.
"Hoho, who said anything? You'll still come visit often though, right?"
"...Of courseee. E-every week... for real..."
"Don't just say it. Drop by with Oppa and Unni once in a while for a meal. Understood?"
"Yes, yess..."
Sarang ducked her head low, her face flushing bright red.
And so the meal continued in that warm atmosphere.
Only Areum, looking a little uncomfortable, and me, uncomfortable because of her, poked at our food until we finished.
After that slightly awkward meal came a simple tea time.
Or rather, it was about to.
"Hey. Come here a second."
"...Why."
"You gonna start not listening again? You said you'd be good, didn't you? Huh?"
Areum's threat whispered right into my ear while she was clearing dishes made me swallow hard.
I avoided Sarang's gaze fixed on me and quickly nodded.
"Uh... then where..."
"Shut up and follow me to my room."
"...Uh, Mom. I, um, just need to talk with A-Areum for a bit. There's something I need to say..."
Areum awkwardly calling Mom "Mom."
Mom tilted her head but then nodded and told us to go ahead.
"...Let's go."
Areum strode off with long steps.
She started to turn left, flinched, then spun right instead.
I quietly followed behind.
"Looked like you two were getting along great."
"...No, what."
"With Shin Sarang."
"...What the hell are you talking about. I-I'm you right now, so what am I supposed to— hup! Mmph!"
Areum locked an arm around my neck and dragged me into the room that used to be mine.
Half dangling, completely powerless, I got hauled all the way to the bed and thrown onto it.
"Cough, kuhhk... Yaa..."
A bad feeling.
Thunk— click—
And that feeling was right on the money.
"Lift your skirt."
"W-what?"
"I said lift your skirt."
"You crazy bitch... we're at home right n— ahk!"
Whoosh—! Areum's hand shot up and I flinched hard.
"I'm asking nicely. Lift it."
"A-ahh..."
Those sharp eyes were peeling me apart.
They traveled up and down before locking onto my skirt, and she started tilting her head and hounding me.
"H-huu..."
I grabbed the hem of the skirt that had already ridden up past my knees.
My hands were shaking hard.
And slowly... slowly... I raised my hands and lifted the skirt.
Areum's gaze shot straight to the panties underneath.
Thud—
Then her rough hand shoved me and I toppled backward.
"Hey. Raise your hips."
"Yaa... this is home right now, hnnngh!"
"I said raise them. Huh?"
"Haa... fuck... seriously..."
Areum was terrifying.
That look in her eyes said she was more than ready to start something right here in a house full of family.
"H-haah..."
Feeling my breathing grow more and more ragged, I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips just a little.
Sliiiide—
The sensation of panties sliding down and brushing against bare skin.
Goosebumps rose all over the back of my neck.
"Heheh... Felt good, did it? That's why you're dripping this much pussy juice?"
"N-nooo... it's not..."
Click— the panties flipped aside were already soaked and sticky with something.
"Hngk! H-haaaang..."
Something scraped along my inner walls with a long, wet drag.
And then, with a sudden pop, something came free from my pussy hole.
"See? Soaked in your pussy juice?"
In Areum's hand was a condom with a little cosmetic sample tucked inside. She shook it left and right, and the pussy fluids coating the condom dripped down in slow drops.