The Siblings' Secret

“Krrgh. As expected.”

I let out an involuntary sigh of admiration as I scrolled down. How does this author manage to write such teasing, mouth-watering descriptions every single time? Heuuung.

I quickly left a comment, smashed the recommend button, and on a whim even cracked open my thin wallet to send a donation. The novel I’ve been devouring lately is The Siblings’ Secret. As you can probably guess from the title, yes—it’s erotica. And not just any erotica; it tackles the heavy subject of incest. The chapter count isn’t that high yet, but it’s so entertaining that I’m following it religiously. The psychological portrayal of the older sister protagonist is especially masterful.

Of course, it’s not exactly a hobby I can proudly talk about in front of other people. Especially not when…

“Hey, you fucking pig! I told you to clean up after you eat! Am I asking for something difficult?”

Living with a creature that’s hard to tell is human or animal makes it even worse. I just stepped out to take a piss and the place is already a disaster zone. My older sister—no, our household pig—has devoured a bowl of ramen and left it exactly where it was, now sprawled on the sofa watching TV. She even has her laptop perched on her stomach, pretending to do homework or something. The idiot can’t even do one thing properly. What the hell is that mess? It’s a goddamn mess. The soup splattered all over the dining table is just the bonus. Look, she even left half the noodles behind. If you’re going on a diet, don’t stuff your face with ramen in the first place. Mom must not have read many books while she was pregnant with her. The kid has zero common sense.

Wait a second, doesn’t that make this self-criticism of incest? Whatever. If you don’t soak the bowl in water, the noodles will stick like glue and make washing up a nightmare. No matter how much I nag her, that bitch never listens.

The pig glanced at me and said, “Since you’re already out here, you can do it. Just put it in the sink.” Then, as if nothing had happened, she went right back to staring at the TV.

‘Should I hit her?’ No, better not. In the end, the hospital bills and lawyer fees would all come out of our parents’ pockets. What greater act of filial impiety is there than that? Children in patient gowns and prison uniforms—the perfect example of failed parenting.

“Ugh, I can’t see! Move.”

Only after I planted myself right in front of the TV did the double-crossing bitch finally look my way.

“I’m not saying it twice. If you ate, clean it up. Before I dump it all over your room.”

“Ugh, seriously. You’ve been jerking off in your room this whole time, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so why the hell are you coming out here and throwing a tantrum? So annoying.”

The pig scrunched up her face and pressed the remote. Beep. The screen paused.

“Hah, that’s hilarious. Who’s jerking off? You’ve got nothing but that crap in your head, so you assume everyone else does too?”

I raised my voice out of sheer embarrassment.

“The Wi-Fi was crawling earlier. Wasn’t that because you were doing something stupid on it?”

“No it wasn’t! You bought a cheap-ass router and now you’re just slandering me.”

She’d been listening to music on the laptop while reading the novel on her phone; apparently that was putting too much strain on the network. Just to be safe, I should probably stick to one device from now on.

“Whatever, just get lost. I’ll clean the ramen bowl later, so leave it alone.”

“I told you it’ll swell up if you don’t clean it. Perfect timing. It’s been a while since I checked out your room. Let’s see how much of a pigsty you’ve turned it into. Remember our bet? If it looks the same as last time, you owe me a million won.”

“Ugh, fuck, you’re so goddamn ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠annoying.”

Bang. Bang.

My threat must have worked. The pig snatched the pot from my hands and stomped off toward the kitchen, making a racket.

“Hey! You’re gonna bring the house down. If the downstairs neighbor comes up with a knife, you’re the one getting stabbed. They’ll carve your name right into you.”

“Yeah~ Fuck off~”

She dumped the contents, then continued banging and clattering the dishes while washing them. Break them all, why don’t you. It’s not like you bought them with your own money. Just endure it. Endure. Watching that scene made my blood boil again, so I headed back to my room.

‘She wasn’t always this bad.’

As soon as I lay down on the bed, I found myself lost in thought about my one and only older sister. How did she end up such an idiot? Did our parents spoil her too much?

Kang Yunseo. Born just a year apart, same blood. Siblings on paper. Our parents must have been in a hurry because the age gap between us is almost nonexistent.

‘It would’ve been better if one of us was born a hundred years earlier or a hundred years later so we’d never have to see each other.’

At least one of us wouldn’t exist in this world then. Thanks to that, I have memories of us fighting so viciously when we were young that it makes me sick just thinking about it. We fought over everything siblings usually fight over—toys, snacks, our parents’ love. When we got older, it was allowance money. Still…

When I left for the military, she cried her eyes out while seeing me off, so I got a little emotional too. I thought, So there really is a bond between siblings— No, never mind. Come to think of it, every time I got leave she’d ask why I was back again. What kind of army lets you out so often? Every time she saw me, she’d tack on some useless comment. She never had to go to the military herself, the bitch. Instead she’d ask if a corporal’s pay was decent and tell me to buy her snacks and send them.

“Haa……”

I really should’ve hit her. She’s so damn lucky. If she’d been my older brother, I would’ve beaten him half to death. So be grateful there’s no such thing as a younger sibling overthrowing the older one. Otherwise I really would’ve hung her upside down.

My head was throbbing, so I rubbed my temples. Then—splash—the sound of water stopped. Looks like the pig had finished the dishes. I kind of wanted to check if she’d actually done it properly, but I decided against it. She’s not a stranger; I should trust my own family.

‘Guess I’ll go work out.’

That bitch. At least she’s useful for this. If I imagine her face while wrestling with the barbell, my muscles should at least get thicker.

‘Before that…… Earlier I saw that the latest chapter of The Siblings’ Secret had been uploaded.’

Should I read it as a natural pre-workout booster? It’s even better than porn! This novel is free, after all.

What the—? It cuts off here? No way, my dick was just getting hard. Build-up is nice and all, but I really thought we were finally getting to the good part this time. The comments were also flooded with people screaming for the next chapter. I joined their ranks and left an emoticon desperately begging for the newest update. Give it to us! A desperate deer crying out. It only made me more impatient. I felt drained. Just how insanely hot is the bed scene this author is planning that they’re dragging it out this much? It’s driving me crazy. Hurry up and fuck your noona already. Hurry. Sex!

Of course, some people might ask why I’m so obsessed with incest stories. I have a real older sister, after all. Wouldn’t reading it inevitably make me think of her and ruin my focus? But the noona in the novel is someone else’s sister. Why would you drag that into reality and superimpose it? Just like how people who raise animals still eat meat without thinking, “I wonder if our family’s Bbo-bbi would taste this tender,” I’m the same. A novel is just a novel. I don’t know why people keep bringing reality into it.

Unlike our household pig, the noona in the novel is beautiful and pure. She doesn’t burp or fart; she’s just pretty. A perfect older sister who’s different from reality. Of course, there are always those brain-rotted idiots who ask the obvious question: “Haven’t you ever had any naughty incidents with your real sister?” Like accidentally seeing her in just her underwear, or walking in on her showering by mistake.

No, fuck off. First of all, I don’t even know if that’s possible. Do people live in houses without doors? And if she kept suffering those kinds of “accidents,” I probably would’ve gone blind by now. Vision problems, you know.

That said… it’s not like she’s ugly or anything. Why would I defend her? It’s not because we’re family that I’m covering for her. Back when I was in the military, our platoon leader had some weird idea and told everyone to stick family photos on their lockers. The guys who saw her picture went absolutely nuts. “Dude, why is your noona so pretty?” I was genuinely curious how these guys with bad eyes had even passed the physical to join the army, but anyway. At least it was proof that to other people, she looked like a normal human being. That’s why they cheered. There were even seniors who begged for her number and shoved an armful of snacks at me. I kept my mouth shut after that, worried about what kind of disaster might happen later.

Anyway. I call her a pig, but her body is… well, normal for that level. Actually, she’s on the skinny side. She barely eats. Her chest is… big? I don’t know. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Why the hell would I look at my sister’s chest? But even so. Even if my sister is decent-looking, something like what happens in the novel would never happen in real life. No, fuck. She’s my sister. Does that even make sense logically? Same parents, same last name, same blood. Two people who have lived together their entire twenty-two years, seen each other at their best and their absolute worst. Even if the two of them were stranded on a deserted island… they’d starve to death together. That kind of thing would never happen. Never. Absolutely not.

Just in case. Even imagining it is disgusting, but what if—no, what if my sister tried to seduce me first? If that happened…

‘Does killing a blood relative carry a longer sentence? No. Siblings aren’t direct-line family.’

I’d have no choice but to beat her until she came to her senses. What could she possibly be lacking that she’d go after her own little brother? Unless she’s lost her mind. She should go catch some pushover who’d actually like her. Someone so nice it makes you wonder if a screw is loose somewhere. Really.

Ptui. Ugh. All these useless thoughts only soured my mood. Forget it. Let’s just go work out.

I put on my socks and grabbed my bag when—buzz. Did the author already upload the next chapter? A notification came in.

I was curious what this author was thinking because they usually never wrote anything in the author’s note, but this person… has a cute side. After that, the notice listed all the nicknames of the people who had donated, one after another. Nice. Looks like I’m first, as expected. It was worth cracking open my wallet. It’s good when an author I enjoy does well, but I can’t help feeling happy about being at the very top. Even if more people donate later, the very first name on the donor list will still be mine.