Muse and Mayhem
After finishing the dishes, I came out to find my sister wrestling with her laptop. “What’s up? Is our author Kang hard at work on her masterpiece?”
“Yeah.”
The way she sat perched on the sofa, frowning in concentration, actually gave off a real novelist vibe.
“So? Thanks to my heartfelt love and encouragement, is the writing flowing better?”
“No.”
“Aww, come on. You like it but you’re just embarrassed. While you’re at it, why not push the plot forward hard?”
“I’m pretty sure I said it clearly. No. Is it that you can’t understand what I’m saying, or did I explain it wrong?”
“Why? I’m your muse, aren’t I? Right here—this little brother. The one who’s basically the male lead. And the one who’s hesitating to give it to him is the older sister.”
“....... To be precise, I just took inspiration from you.”
“Huh? But before you said this was our story. Kang Yunseo and Kang Minjun. Weren’t they having sex?”
“Exactly. They’re characters modeled after us. We’re not the ones having sex, you crazy bastard.”
My sister slammed her laptop shut in irritation and started firing at me.
“Whatever, just shut up and get lost. You’re distracting me so much I can’t get anything done. I seriously regret bringing this out here.”
“....... Sorry. I’ll stay quiet. Please don’t stop writing.”
“Haa. Fuck.”
At my plea, she eventually sat back down.
“....... Hey.”
“What?”
“Are you seriously just going to sit there like that?”
“What’s the problem now? You told me to be quiet, so I’m being quiet.”
But instead of writing, she was just glaring at the laptop screen. If she blamed me again, I was really going to lose it. I hadn’t done anything this time.
“No, it’s just… a little…”
“Why? If you can’t focus, should I make you a cup of coffee?”
“That’s not it… Haa. It’s… embarrassing. With you staring at me the whole time.”
“You told me to read it before.”
“That was after it was already written. And the content back then was a lot tamer than what I’m about to write. It’s hard to write in front of you.”
“That’s a long excuse.”
“Let’s just go grocery shopping. I’ll write later.”
“That’s not how it works. Once you start, you should at least finish a page. Are you going to keep the readers waiting?”
“Ugh, I can’t write, so what the hell do you want me to do?”
“I’ll help you from the side. Here. Put your hands back on the laptop.”
“Haa.”
“Stop sighing. Come on, come on. Hurry up.”
When I grabbed her, she reluctantly started typing.
“The problem starts after ‘She closed her eyes’ in the last chapter. How should I continue from there?”
“Logically, after that there’s nothing left but sex. You spread your legs for me and everything.”
“I keep telling you we’re not the ones doing it. Hey. Are you doing this on purpose? Do you like getting hit by me?”
“Anyway. Focus on the writing.”
The two siblings sat side by side, staring at the laptop. All so they could write a novel about siblings who looked exactly like them sucking and fucking each other.
“I still… don’t want to write the sex scene yet.”
“The younger brother in the novel can’t hold back anymore—wait, sorry. The novel’s little brother.”
“He should play with her more first. Some caressing or tormenting.”
“But the older sister is completely ready to give it to him. Can he really hold back? No, I mean the novel’s older sister. Not you, Kang Yunseo.”
“Should I… start by tormenting between her legs first?”
“Don’t ask me, just write it. We can read it together later and revise.”
“Fine.”
Tap. Tap. My sister hit the keys.
“Hand.”
The younger brother gives the command again.
“Woof!”
I naturally held out my hand to my owner.
“Good girl.”
With a hand covered in my own juices, the younger brother stroked my head.
Sticky. Wet. Even though I was a complete mess, I was grinning like an idiot. Just like a real dog.
“Next… is your pussy.”
“Hngh, kyaaang!”
“W-what?”
A lewd moan burst from my sister’s lips—so erotic it made both of us siblings jump in surprise. She quickly covered her mouth, realizing what she’d done.
Just how deeply is she immersing herself?
She kept insisting the woman in the novel wasn’t her. That she’d only taken inspiration. Especially when she typed the word “pussy,” she should’ve seen her own expression. She was hammering away at the keys like she was possessed, as if she might get sucked into the screen any second.
“You crazy bastard! Where the hell are you touching?! Are you trying to die for real?!”
“No. I was just massaging your shoulders. Shoulders.”
I’d only done it because she looked so admirable typing away so diligently, but she was furious.
“Who asked you to?! Haa, fuck. You really startled me.”
“Stop getting mad and sit up straight while you write. You’ll regret it when you’re older.”
“I’m already suffering enough because of you.”
I patted her waist a few times and her posture improved a little. While I was at it, I straightened her neck too.
“Relax your shoulders. Wow, they’re really stiff.”
“Ow, that hurts. Be gentler.”
“That just shows how tense you’ve been. And you’re still so young.”
“It’s because I’ve got this heavy load called Kang Minjun on my shoulders. Maybe I should just throw him away while I’m at it.”
“That’s why I’m massaging you. With all my heart.”
“Thanks so much. You cause the illness and then offer the medicine.”
In truth, her shoulders couldn’t be that stiff. I was just making an excuse. I wanted to stay close to her. I wanted to feel her more.
Every time my hands moved, her loose t-shirt shifted and swayed.
Oh…
I swallowed hard. Pretending to massage her shoulders, I hooked two fingers into the collar of her shirt and pulled it slightly open. My gaze slid down her nape, along her collarbone, and there—perfect breasts waited beneath. Because of her pale skin, even the veins looked fresh and vivid like seaweed. All of them stretched toward her nipples.
Is she wearing a push-up bra? Or are they naturally this perky?
I’d touched them over her clothes before, but seeing them like this made me unsure.
“....... Hey.”
“What.”
“Stop touching me.”
“Touching what?”
“....... My bra strap.”
“H-huh? Was I doing that?”
“You’ve been flicking it with your fingers for a while now. And stop staring at my chest.”
Goosebumps erupted all over me. She didn’t have eyes in the back of her head—how did she know?
“What are you doing?”
Startled, I unconsciously ran my hand over her head.
“No, I was just wondering how you knew.”
She pointed forward with her finger. Our reflection was perfectly visible on the TV screen.
“This pervert is really staring holes through me. My tits are gonna get holes in them at this rate.”
“.......”
“Seriously, tone it down. Before I gouge your eyes out.”
“I’m sorry.”
Hmph. She could touch me all she wanted, but the second I looked, my eyes were in danger.
“It’s not like I want to look, but my eyes keep going there on their own. What am I supposed to do?”
“What are you supposed to do? Get beaten half to death by me, obviously.”
“It’s not something I can control! Your breasts are just too pretty, okay?”
“Unbelievable. When flattery doesn’t work, you switch to compliments.”
“What else am I supposed to say when they’re pretty? Lie?”
“Enough, you idiot. It’s embarrassing, so stop.”
“I’m not lying. They’re seriously beautiful. Way better than most porn actresses.”
“Even your comparisons are ridiculous.”
“Honestly, it’s not a bad thing. Saying you have a pretty face is a compliment. Is saying you have pretty breasts an insult?”
“Your intentions are crystal clear. You’re just trying to fuck your sister.”
“Yes, yes. Think whatever you want. Just finish writing.”
“How am I supposed to write when you’re staring at my chest?”
“Then wear a turtleneck so I can’t see. You’re the one who dressed like that in the first place.”
After getting nagged so much, I decided to get annoyed instead.
“Or maybe you shouldn’t have been born so pretty. You were born beautiful and now you’re yelling at me? Who’s the one being ridiculous?”
“.......”
Apparently continuous praise had some effect. She went quiet.
“If you really want to look… do it without being obvious. It’s embarrassing.”
“What did you say?”
She spoke so softly I couldn’t hear.
“I said I’ll cut your dick off! If you keep staring!”
She yelled at the top of her lungs, then went back to writing her novel.
Yeah. Better to endure my desires than get my dick cut off. I took my hands off her shoulders and sat obediently beside her.
“Hey.”
“What. Now. You idiot.”
“So how do you write ‘pussy’? Do you make her present it like she did with her hand?”
“I’m writing it right now. Just wait.”
“It’s easy to stretch out a hand or foot, but spreading your pussy feels a bit weird.”
“I told you to wait. Ah, fuck. Hey, just go do the grocery shopping. I can’t concentrate at all.”
“We agreed to do this together. Okay, I’ll be quiet.”
Tap. Tap. She started typing again.
“Woof.”
Following the younger brother’s order, I spread my pussy wide open for him.
“Our big sister has such a pretty pink color. Have you ever put a finger in here before?”
“W-woof.”
“It’s okay. Tell me the truth.”
“I only put the tip in once. I was scared to put more.”
“Then your hymen must still be intact.”
The younger brother spreads my legs apart with both hands.
The cool air of our house and his breath rushed against my exposed flesh.
“A virgin who gets this wet just because her little brother asked to see her pussy.”
Tap. Tap. He flicks the tip of his index finger against my clit. Whether mocking or smiling coldly, I couldn’t tell.
“I have to offer my hymen… to Master.”
I swallowed hard without realizing it.
“Hey.”
“Y-yes?”
“....... Do something about that. It keeps catching my eye.”
“Ah, sorry.”
I’d been sitting right next to her, so she must have noticed my erection. Being too healthy really was a problem sometimes.
“Does this make us even? We’ve both seen each other now.”
“I’m at a much bigger loss. You did that on purpose to show me.”
“It’s not like that. I get embarrassed too, you know?”
“Sure you do. Then let’s just cut it off. No more embarrassment. From now on we’ll be sisters. Sisters only.”
This woman really wanted to cut off someone else’s dick? She was asking for big trouble.
“....... Let’s just say that means you wrote the scene really well. Clap clap. Ball sack applause.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“I really didn’t expect this scene. I thought when you wrote ‘show me your pussy’ she’d just place it on his palm or something.”
“I thought spreading it like this would be better than that.”
“Good job. And here. The part where he talks while looking at her pussy.”
“Yeah.”
“I think it’d be better to add more description.”
“Like what?”
“Something like ‘neatly closed in a straight line’ or ‘peach-colored.’ More visual description. Look, most people reading your novel are probably men, right?”
“Probably. Since it’s erotica.”
“Generally speaking, men focus on visual elements. But the narrator of the novel is the older sister.”
“Even if it’s not me.”
“Exactly. So instead of glossing over it, we should have the younger brother describe it. That way readers can imagine the appearance better.”
“....... That actually makes sense.”
“Let’s rewrite from here.”
The two of us worked on the novel together. With our heads together, chattering away, it felt like we were doing some group project.
“What should I say? Like a peach?”
“Can you really think of a peach when you’re looking at a pussy?”
“I mean the color. The color.”
“If you lick it, you could describe the taste too. Say it tastes like peach.”
“Even so. How can a person’s body taste like peach?”
“If you let me taste it once—ah, sorry! I won’t mess around!”
Of course the content was far from ordinary. The angry sister swung at me with whatever she could grab. To avoid getting beaten to death, I ran away for now. We could talk about the novel later.