A Dream That Can Only Be a Dream
I dreamed. It had to be a dream. There's no other way to explain it. If this wasn't a dream—if this situation were real—then I could never forgive myself.
Here, my sister is lying in my room. She's wearing those short shorts she always loves to put on. Her long legs gleam pale and smooth. In the past, I wouldn't have thought twice about it. I might've even scolded her, asking what kind of sight she was making in front of her grown brother. But now... I know exactly how soft those legs are. How smooth her calves feel. And what's waiting above them—her thighs, her hips. I know how her cheeks flush when I touch her, how her breathing changes. All of it.
"What are you doing here?" I test her quietly. "Why are you in my room instead of yours?"
Instead of answering, she just looks at me. A smile—mocking or something else—plays on her lips. It's so irritating that I reach out and stroke her cheek. "If you don't answer... I'll kiss you again."
I'm making excuses to want you. Because you didn't say anything. Because you didn't stop me. Because you didn't resist, I can't leave you alone.
Her pink lips part slightly. "...Do whatever you want."
I lean in closer to hear her better. A sweet, incredibly sweet scent drifts from her. "What?"
"Do whatever you want. Because I want you too."
I look at her again. That earlier smile has turned even more seductive. She's staring at me like a devil who knows every thought in my head. Fine. If that's what she wants, let's drop the tiresome riddles. I'm not going to hold back. I'll strip her bare and carve my desire into her body. I'll climb on top of her—on top of my parents' daughter—and take her. My sister.
My hand reaches for her waistband, moving toward the most delicate flesh between her legs—
"Hah! Haah. Haah. Fuck. What a goddamn dream. And a really, extremely, disgustingly vivid one at that."
The moment I wake up, I frantically scan my surroundings, terrified I might actually have been on top of her. Thankfully, there's nothing but the rolled-up blanket. I let out a huge sigh of relief.
'Wait. Wait a second?'
Just in case, I check my underwear too. Thankfully, it's dry. If I'd actually come while dreaming of my sister, I'd have to cut it off right then and there. Just the thought makes me shudder.
"Haah. Seriously."
Once the drowsiness fades, guilt rushes in to fill the space. I've already paid enough for coveting my sister's lips—enough pain and misery. My sleep was completely disturbed. Should I go take a shower? Do push-ups? Run until my heart bursts? At least I don't want to just sit still right now. I need something—anything—to distract me from this filthy feeling.
I'm sitting up and lying back down, restless like someone who needs to pee, when my phone buzzes. 'Huh...?' It's my sister. More precisely, her novel just updated. I told her not to stop serializing, but I didn't expect her to write this fast. 'I should stop reading now.'
The author of this story—about a brother violating his sister—is my own sister. Thanks to that, I can't read it without feeling anything anymore. I know the protagonists are modeled after us. And I keep projecting myself and her onto this brother and sister.
'Let's just stop.' If I'm going to do it, I should delete all the comments I left and unsubscribe too. As a final gesture, I'll read this one last chapter. That's it. I should tell her as well—that I won't be reading her work anymore, so she can write whatever she wants without worrying.
["Noona."]
[My brother calls me.]
["Please... I was wrong."]
[I fidget, watching my brother's expression.]
["Oh? You have to do as you're told. Noona isn't a person—she's..."]
["Just a bitch who gets wet when her brother touches her. Hurry up, before I spank your ass again."]
["W-woof."]
[In the end, I make the sound of a dog whimpering, just like he ordered.]
["Paw."]
[I hold out my hands like front paws, pressing both to my chest and sticking out my tongue like a puppy.]
["Good girl."]
[My brother pets my head. I should tell him to stop, but my mouth won't open.]
["But your potty training still isn't done. You're peeing everywhere like this."]
[My brother strokes my thigh. His fingers come away sticky with the slick fluid that had been running down my bare crotch.]
["P-please, I was wrong. Just let me wear pants."]
[I beg him, terrified I'm going to lose my mind, but—]
["Dogs don't speak human. Looks like your training's incomplete. We'll have to start from the beginning."]
[My brother shows no mercy. He greedily gropes every inch of me—from my ass to my thighs, between my legs, places I didn't even know existed—claiming them all.]
["Haaang! Haah. Hnn! Haah."]
[With teary eyes, I grab his arm. Please. Please stop.]
["Noona."]
["I'm sorry. I'm sorry."]
["I told you not to speak like a human."]
["Woof, woof!"]
[My brother holds up his fingers, glistening with my fluids, and I lick them clean as a sign of obedience. Please be satisfied with this. Please let this noona go. If you keep wanting more, if you don't stop... I don't know what I'll do either.]
[My nipples are so stiff they're rubbing painfully against my underwear. Every time I shift my legs, I hear a wet, squelching sound from below. I have no sense of being his older sister, no awareness that I should set a good example as the elder. I'm just caught between lust and reason, wondering whether I should surrender my soaked body to him completely.]
["Noona. Stick out your tongue."]
[My brother commands me as I tremble. His tongue pushes into my mouth, slick with my fluids and saliva. Our tongues dance inside each other's mouths, tangling and writhing. They slide across the roof of the mouth, the cheeks—every place a kiss can reach.]
[My whole body feels like it's floating. My head spins. Am I going to get a nosebleed like this? My brother kisses me with wide, fierce eyes. He's always been like this—when he wants something, he goes after it with terrifying intensity until it's his. I close my eyes in submission.]
[Smooch. Suck. Smooch. Smooch.]
[His hot saliva slides down my throat. For a moment I can't breathe—hnnk—and I pull away to gasp for air, but he captures my tongue again. Smooch. Smooch. Again and again.]
[If I do this, will he forgive me? If we do this, can we go back to being normal siblings? Of course not. It's an absurd hope. We can't turn back anymore.]
["Haah. Haah. Haah. Haah."]
[He stops kissing me. I pant heavily in front of my brother.]
["Noona."]
[He calls me softly from beside my head. Is he going to make me imitate an animal again? Or should I speak like a human? Unsure how to answer, I just look up at him.]
["Noona."]
[He calls again, his voice endlessly gentle.]
["Noona, I really can't hold back anymore."]
["W-woof."]
["Can I eat you? If you don't want it... I'll stop, of course."]
[His hand slowly strokes my ass, then taps it lightly, as if urging me to answer. I... I... As his noona, as his sister... of course we shouldn't...]
["Do whatever you want... Master."]
[Like a dog, I roll onto my back in submission, offering my belly to my brother. Just like animals do when offering themselves, I surrender my virginity to my own brother. And my brother, as if it's only natural, takes his sister.]
[What will happen to us now? What will become of these siblings?]
[My brother's breath draws closer. I close my eyes tightly.]
'Aah...' Again. I got hard again after reading. While reading my sister's writing. Even knowing that this insane pair of siblings is modeled after us. She said she wanted to reflect our situation in her novel, and she really did. The part where he touches her legs. That kiss we shared. All of it. Of course, we didn't go at each other like wild animals, but... our feelings were probably similar. I want to desire her more. That brother is really a piece of work. Now I get why housewives get so invested in dramas. Treating his own sister so forcefully like that... no matter how pretty she is. 'Ah.' Right. I'm no different. I keep groping her just because I'm turned on, forcing kisses on her. Maybe she wrote this scene out of resentment toward me. 'Why does Noona write stuff like this?' I want to understand her heart. She said it's because she has no experience with men, so writing about siblings is easier, but still... that's not a satisfying answer. She could write about normal men and women, so why insist on incest? 'Could it be that Noona actually wants this too?' No. Of course not. It's just a novel. Why am I assuming things again? When I see her, I should think about how to apologize. Say I'm sorry for wanting her. That it was because she's too pretty. No—that's just an excuse. Then why didn't you just not be so pretty? If it was that hard to endure, you should've bitten my tongue when I kissed you. You stayed still during the kiss, so why now... 'No. That's not it!' This isn't an apology. It's worse than not apologizing at all. Then what should I say? What am I supposed to say when I see her again? If I don't want her to hate me, what should I say?