Siblings Shouldn't Be Doing That...
(Shin Down)
Every time Sarang's hands worked through my hair, the tangled strands slipped free with a soft rustle, and the warm breath of the hair dryer turned my damp locks soft and fluffy.
"Your hair feels so nice..."
"Heh, does it?"
Even if the compliment wasn't really meant for me, I could still feel the sincerity aimed at "me." Grateful for that, I offered a small smile to Sarang's reflection in the mirror.
"Hehe... It feels like I have an older sister now."
"Not 'feels like' — you do have one."
"Ah! Right... I do..."
It was a bright, foolish smile. The kind of pure, untainted innocence that still shone through.
"Aren't your arms getting tired?"
"Nope...! Not even a little."
"Really...?"
My scalp already felt bone-dry. But Sarang's hands showed no sign of stopping... so I just sat there and waited.
"Ah, you've got school tomorrow, right? Packed everything?"
"Hmm... Yeah."
The way her expression dimmed at the mention of school bothered me.
"What? Don't want to go?"
"Hehe... No, I do want to go... And I want to graduate soon, too..."
"Hm? Graduate? Ah... So you can get out of here faster?"
"Aaaah! Th-that's not it at all...!"
The look on Sarang's face in the mirror was anything but ordinary. Her features had gone completely stiff, lips pushed out in a full pout that broadcast her sulking loud and clear.
"Hahaha... I'm kidding, kidding. Why so serious?"
It was so cute I couldn't help laughing.
"Aaaang...!"
Sarang threw a teary-eyed tantrum, clearly not liking that one bit.
"It's dry enough now, right?"
"...There's still a little left."
"Still?"
"...Yes!"
I brought my hand up to my hair. The strands had just the right sheen of oil, gleaming and swaying with a soft luster.
"It's fine."
"Hiiing..."
"Alright, time for the combing too."
"Ah!"
Sarang snatched the comb I held out and quickly wiped away the sulky look she'd been wearing. Then she slowly ran it through my hair — carefully, as if handling something precious, the way you'd tend to a little baby.
"Mmm..."
The soft swish-swish of the comb tickled my ears. The shampoo scent spreading everywhere made my nose tingle. It felt like every last scrap of fatigue was melting away.
"Haaaah..."
I stretched out long, and my bones cracked with a series of pops.
"...You're really tired, huh?"
"Ah, well... We just got back from a trip. Not like I should be that tired..."
Trips were always like that. Leave the house and it's pure suffering. Looking back on the overnight stay, everything was a blur except the memory of getting fucked half to death like I was being raped. Just those disgusting memories of thrashing around while swallowing cum, filling my head to the brim.
"Ugh... My head..."
"Unnie...?"
"It's nothing... Just thinking about something useless."
I shook my head hard to cast off those disgusting memories. There was no need to dredge that stuff up again.
"Um..."
Then Sarang whispered softly into my ear.
"...If anything's hard for you, please tell me too..."
Her breath brushed against my ear.
"...I'll definitely help you."
"Ah......"
Sarang's sudden words were clearly pie-in-the-sky stuff. But thinking about my current situation, they somehow gave me strength all the same.
"H-heh... Thanks. And if anything's hard for you, Sarang, make sure you tell me too."
The atmosphere in the room turned warmer than it had ever been. Smiles filled both our faces as we looked at each other.
"Yes!"
With a vigorous reply, Sarang threw her arms around me. Maybe it was because we had so much in common that we could rely on each other like this. Being stuck in the middle of it felt a little ridiculous, but I figured good things were good things and hugged her back.
"Hehe, Unnie, do you remember everything from when we were little?"
"Ah... Yeah. Of course."
"My memories are a little fuzzy. I was so young back then..."
We reminisced about the past. I dug through my own slightly faded memories.
"Heh, remember that? You used to throw yourself on the floor crying and throwing tantrums every time you didn't want to go home."
"Ah! Th-that was... because I really didn't want to go..."
"...Why? Because you wanted to keep playing together?"
Come to think of it, both Sarang and that Areum girl had been like that. Our house was relatively freer compared to the stricter atmosphere of their own homes. They'd probably just melted into that vibe.
"Th-that's..."
"Yeah?"
Sarang fretted with her lips, clearly struggling with something. Her eyelids trembled finely and her breathing quickened. Then a sense of oh crap hit me. Had my pointless old story made her think of her parents? Regret washed over me for asking something unnecessary. Sarang's dark expression had brightened a little, but now my thoughtless question was making her face flush red.
"Sorry... I said something pointless."
"Ah, no! It's not that..."
Sarang fidgeted. A string of drool stretched between her slightly parted lips.
Bang bang—!
"Hahk!"
"Ah, shit... You scared me."
Right then, a hard knocking on the door rattled the room.
Creeeak—
And the door opened as Areum casually revealed herself like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"...What about dinner?"
Areum's eyes flashed as she looked us over one after another. Those eyes were full of blatant hostility.
"Ah... I-I'm... not hungry yet..."
"Uh, me neither. I think I'm, uh, fine?"
"...Really? Got it."
Slam—!
The door shut with irritation. Then Sarang's eyes met mine, and somehow a smile found its way onto both our lips.
Talking with Sarang had been fun. Having a normal conversation with someone of the opposite sex around my age was something I hadn't done in ages, so maybe that was only natural. Thanks to that, my head — which had gotten sensitive from my period — felt clearer too.
And when Sarang left the room saying she wanted to shower, I felt a fresh pang of regret, but with the clock hands ticking toward night, I couldn't stop her.
"Haa..."
I flopped onto the bed. Sarang's scent still lingered from where she'd been sitting just moments ago. And even thicker than that was Areum's smell, filling everything. Of course it would — this was Areum's bed, after all. So my nose was stuffed full of her scent.
I grabbed the blanket that was in the way of my feet and pulled it over myself. Then I shifted around, trying to find a comfortable position. My tired body was ready to drop off to sleep any second, but the click of the door lock undoing sent a chill down my spine.
"Haa..."
Again. It was Areum. So familiar it was practically expected by now.
(Shin Sarang)
"Mmm~"
A hum came out on its own. The time I'd spent with Unnie... no, with Oppa, had been so happy.
Unnie didn't seem to know, but somehow I knew that Unnie was Oppa, so I'd casually asked about this and that. Things only Oppa and I knew, and things only Unnie and I knew.
Oppa was clumsy. He pretended to know things Unnie shouldn't know, and knew things he shouldn't. And even things we'd clearly talked about just yesterday, he didn't remember.
That gave me certainty. Not just a hunch — certainty.
"He-hehehe..."
Even though it was Unnie's form, I'd stroked Oppa's hair. Even though it was Unnie's face, I'd made Oppa smile. Even though it was Unnie's body, I'd touched him all over, every corner. Even though the outside was Unnie, it was definitely Oppa.
Someday I wanted to go on a natural date together. Someday I wanted to bathe together naturally. And someday I wanted to sleep in the same bed naturally.
"Hehe... Hehehehe..."
Just imagining it was wonderful. And the fact that it didn't have to stay just imagination made it even better.
"Mmm..."
I washed every inch of my body clean. Just in case any unpleasant smell might linger — Oppa might think something weird...
I was getting impatient. I wanted to talk with Oppa again as soon as possible. I wanted to stay up all night together like that.
Should I ask Oppa to dry my hair? Then I should just roughly towel off the water, I thought. Oppa was clearly clumsy with his hands, so drying my hair would take forever, and that made me feel even better.
"Hmm hmm~"
Would Unnie be in the living room? Should I run out with just a towel on, or go straight into Unnie's room like this? All kinds of thoughts swirled through my head... but then Unnie's face came to mind and I changed my mind. Getting on the bad side of Unnie, who already seemed to dislike me somehow, wouldn't do me any good.
"Hehe..."
Just in case Oppa might see... thinking that childish underwear wouldn't do, I pulled out some sexy lingerie I'd never even worn before. Underwear I'd bought in secret from my friends and parents — I never thought I'd actually put it on like this.
"Mmm..."
I stared at my body in the mirror for a moment. I was a little worried about having some extra flesh, so I'd have to hide it with somewhat baggy pajamas. Especially since Oppa sometimes tickled my sides, it kept bugging me, and I even thought about starting exercise again.
I twisted my damp hair up and wrapped it in a towel. Then I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the living room.
I couldn't contain my excitement. I wanted to talk with Oppa again right away. So I headed toward Unnie's room at a near-run.
"Stop, stop it... Hup! Sarang's home, you know!"
"...So what do you want me to do about it. Shut up and open your mouth wider."
My hand froze on the doorknob. I focused on the voices leaking softly from inside. I brought my ear close to the door.
Thud — the towel dropped to the floor.
"Gahk! C-cough! Pffft!"
"Hnn... Feel good? Does it feel good?"
