My Sister's Late
I blinked slowly. Open. Close. I should stay awake until she comes back. But honestly, I have no idea. Did she really go to the bathroom, or is she mad and went back to her own room?
'Damn, my obsession is no joke.'
If she leaves, she leaves. What am I supposed to do? Storm into her room? Still… I can't help wanting to be with her.
I lay there like an idiot, staring at the door, when—
“Oh. Successful dump?”
“I didn't take a shit, you moron.”
Thank god. She came back. I quickly made room so she could lie down.
“Why are you acting all embarrassed? It's fine. Who in the world doesn't poop? As long as you don't clog the toilet.”
She answered by hurling the pillow that had been rolling around on the floor.
'Huh?'
Is it just me, or does her chest look a little… freer? No, I wasn't trying to look. It just jiggles every time she moves.
'Maybe it's uncomfortable to sleep in, so she took it off…?'
She said she was going to the bathroom but must have been too shy to admit it. Yeah, I wouldn't be able to sleep with something strapped around my chest either. It'd feel suffocating.
'Is she prettier than that actress from earlier?'
Stop thinking weird shit. This is making me look like a real psycho.
'Sister's breasts. Sister's breasts.' Don't think about it. Please.
She snuggled back into my side. The moment our bodies touched, warmth and softness flooded in. I offered my arm as a pillow, but she ignored it and rested her head on my chest instead.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart felt like it was going to explode. What if she hears it? It's beating so fast.
“It's still not stopping. I was kind of hoping it would.”
“…If you want to give me mouth-to-mouth, you can do it right now.”
“Shut up and go to sleep.”
“You should be the one sleeping. Good little kids go to bed at this hour.”
“You'll never sleep in your life. Because you're a bad guy.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. There, there. Lullaby~”
I patted her shoulder gently. The bra strap that was always visible was gone. I felt like absolute trash for noticing, but I couldn't stop being aware of it. Under that t-shirt she was wearing as pajamas, there was nothing. Nothing except her full, luscious breasts.
'Hoo…'
I'd better just fall asleep quickly. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Hoo, one two. Hoo again, one two.
Rustle. Rustle.
She squirmed beside me. With her head on my chest, every breath she took brushed against my neck. It tickled. So much that goosebumps rose all over my body.
'Please just sleep. No more weird thoughts.'
I took another long, deep breath. Then again…
“Hey.”
She called me.
“Are you asleep?”
Why is she curious if I'm sleeping? Is she planning to steal my wallet or something? There's nothing but dust in there anyway.
“Kang Minjun. Are you asleep?”
I kept my eyes closed and didn't answer. You should sleep too. Stop talking.
She waved her hand in front of my face. Swish. Swish. The breeze tickled.
“Guess you really are asleep. Wow… that's hilarious. You were messing around right next to me just a little while ago.”
What do you want me to say? You're the hilarious one. Your little brother is sleeping right beside you and you're still muttering to yourself. Why don't you just sing a song while you're at it? Wake up the whole neighborhood.
She finally seemed ready to sleep too. I couldn't see with my eyes closed, but I could sense her tossing and turning.
What should I make for breakfast tomorrow? Maybe another easy rolled omelet. Or should I change up my workout routine? I've been feeling stuck lately. My head was noisy with all sorts of random thoughts. Sleep wouldn't come at all.
It might be better to just ask her for permission and get up. Maybe fiddling with one of those boring major textbooks would make me drowsy. Books always knock me out the second I open them. Yeah, good idea. I could even do some preview studying.
But then—
“?”
Uh… what?
Something climbed onto my stomach. If there weren't a ghost in this room, the culprit was obvious, but…
'Hey. What the hell are you doing? Huh? Huh?'
Her hand slipped under my t-shirt. I curled and spread my toes with all my might. What the fuck are you doing right now?
“It's softer than I thought. I figured this part would be rock hard too.”
That's because I haven't cut the fat yet. People always say pigs ignore abs, but sticking to a diet is seriously hard. When she's eating next to me, I end up picking up my chopsticks too. And I'm not a corpse—things only get hard when I flex. People who don't work out always say that. Why is it so squishy even though you exercise? Anyway. The important thing is why the hell she's groping me.
“Look at this hair. Ew, gross.”
I cracked my eyes open just a sliver and saw her stroking my happy trail.
So. Why?
'Does that mean she doesn't completely hate me?'
Still, feeling up your sleeping brother like this…
'I'm going to lose my mind.'
She turned toward me, and her thigh ended up resting between my legs. If I got hard, she'd notice immediately. Please. Please!
'Sad thoughts. Sad thoughts. Getting robbed in the military. Getting scammed in a game.'
Unfortunately, she didn't seem inclined to stop. Little by little. Little by little.
“……”
She glanced at me and slowly moved her hand upward. Past my belly button, over my ribs, and then…
“Your chest is bigger than mine. You should be the one wearing the bra.”
She stroked near my nipple.
'Hoo. Hoo.'
Sad thoughts again. The thought of our parents working so hard to raise us. The thought that they're still struggling for us in a faraway country. I wonder if they're eating properly. What would they think if they knew their son was obsessed with his sister? Think, damn it! Think!
Luckily, she finally pulled her hand away. It's over.
'No it's not. Ah… please.'
This time she started fiddling with my lips.
“You're actually pretty decent if you just stop doing stupid shit.”
This wasn't going to work. I couldn't hold back anymore. The moment I heard those words from her, I just couldn't—
“Hmmm.”
I let out a low sigh to shake her off. I never expected the girl who was always sprawled out like a sloth to move so fast. In an instant, she yanked her hand away and rolled over to the other side.
I thought I was going to die holding it in. I kept pressing hard under my thumbnail. Hard enough to worry it might draw blood.
'By the way… can I fight back?'
An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A chest for a…
Gulp.
I pretended to toss in my sleep and turned toward her.
“Sis… ter…”
I mumbled like I was talking in my sleep. I draped my arm over her, keeping my waist pulled back as far as possible. If I poked her butt, it would all be over. In that position, I pulled her into my arms and slowly moved my hand.
Her shoulder. Near her collarbone. And then…
“……”
“……”
Lower. I stealthily placed my hand there. Under the t-shirt, I felt the soft swell of her breast. I wanted to just go crazy and knead it, but I'd get caught immediately.
“Sister… I love you.”
More sleep-talking. No—a confession disguised as sleep-talking.
She still didn't move a muscle. Well, she had sinned first, so it would be awkward to call me out on it now. Thanks to that, a strange stalemate continued between the siblings. Both of us lying facing the same direction. An extremely bizarre situation where her little brother had his hand on her breast.
'Just a little… moving it a bit should be fine, right?'
She thinks I'm asleep. If I get caught, I can just say I have bad sleeping habits and apologize. I usually hug a pillow, but I must have mistaken her for one this time. Because you're so soft.
I moved my hand again. Slowly. Slowly. Like I was moving in my sleep. So no one would suspect anything.
Soon, a perfect breast—neither too big nor too small, the ideal size that suited her body perfectly—filled my palm.
'Hoo. Hoo.'
I tried to control my breathing, which was getting faster without me realizing. Calm down. I'm supposed to be asleep right now. Who breathes like this while sleeping? I'd have to cover my mouth to hold it in.
I moved my wrist again, little by little. Like I was petting a cute puppy in a dream. Then—
‘!’
Tap.
My finger brushed against something sharply protruding at the tip of her breast.
“……”
“……”
Anyone who wasn't an idiot would know immediately. The thing mammals develop to nurse their young.
'It's hard.'
It asserted its presence so strongly it interfered with my finger's free movement.
'So you're feeling it right now too…'
What would happen if I got greedier here? If my hand went under her clothes. If my hand went lower on her chest.
'She'd definitely realize.'
That I'd been deceiving her all this time. That I'd been pretending to sleep while enjoying her touch and even groping her back.
'Yeah. Let's stop here.'
No more greed. This is enough. Hey, you don't actually want to rape your own sister, do you? Knowing full well that the feelings aren't mutual between us siblings. If you ruin even this awkward relationship we have now, then what?
With my finger resting on her nipple, I froze and stopped moving. I'd just fall asleep like this.
'Please, just don't have a wet dream.'
I prayed desperately that I wouldn't dream of her. There was nothing more pathetic than having to go wash my underwear with her sleeping right next to me.
I stayed perfectly still, pretending to be asleep, when—rustle, rustle. This time she moved.
I cracked my eyes open to see what she was doing and—
“!”
“Mmm…”
What the hell? Why…
'Her hand is going down there.'
“Haah… Kang Minjun, you… what are you doing to your sister?”
Barely audible. She whispered to herself.
“We can't… do this as siblings. What if Mom and Dad find out?”
But no sound in the world could drown out her voice. Every word reached me clearly from behind. Right next to me. Next to her sleeping little brother. She quietly slipped her hand between her legs. Leaving my hand on her breast exactly where it was.
Her hips twitched. Jerk. Jerk.
I learned that the subject of her fantasies was us siblings. That as she touched herself, the name she kept repeating was mine.
If that's the case, then I… then I…
'What the hell am I supposed to do?'
Why are you doing that next to your sleeping brother? What am I supposed to do?
I lay there frozen, unable to move forward or back, and gradually her breathing grew quieter. She must have reached the pleasure she wanted.
She curled up into a ball again. Now it was probably time for her to actually sleep. Lucky her. Because of you, I can't do anything.
I wondered if I'd be able to fall asleep again. Or if I'd just stay up all night like this.