Ointment for the Bruises
Knock knock. “Hey. I said I’m sorry, okay? Open the door. Yunseo! Sis!” I was literally sprawled on the floor in front of her room, begging. Please just show me your face. Because of you my workout turned into a complete disaster. I couldn’t focus at all. No matter how much she usually looked at me like I was nothing, she was still a woman, so seeing her cry felt wrong. It pricked my conscience.
“I even bought the chicken you like. Look. Wow, doesn’t that look delicious?”
“What flavor?”
She peeked out. Finally she was looking this way. Sis cracked the door open and stuck her head through.
“Honey flavor and spicy combo. See? Looks good, right?” Thanks to this, this month’s supplements were officially canceled. Why the hell was chicken so expensive?
“....... I told you I was on a diet.”
“Come on. Chicken is protein, so you won’t gain weight. Don’t you know about chicken breast? Chicken breast.” You’re the one who’s going to get fat.
“There are only legs and wings. Where’s the breast meat?”
“Aish. It’s just a figure of speech. Anyway, come out already. Here, come on.”
Fortunately the money wasn’t wasted. Drawn by the smell, she finally shuffled out. I quickly spread the chicken across the table. Now was the question—should I butter her up to calm her down, or was this going to take a while?
“Drinking beer?”
“Yeah.”
“No cup needed, right? It’ll just mean more dishes.”
“Give me mine. I don’t want to drink straight from the bottle.”
“You’re not the one washing them anyway........ Fine. Your kind little brother will handle it. Just grab me a plastic bag for the bones.”
When I pulled the beers from the fridge she took them and set them on the table.
“But sis.”
“What?”
“You didn’t....... tell Dad, right?” No call had come yet, so it was probably fine, but I still had to check.
“I didn’t, you dumbass. What have you been worrying about this whole time?”
Phew. What a relief.
“Good. You did well. There’s nothing good that could come from telling them. They’re thousands of miles away in a foreign country, right? They’re both working so hard. If we told them their kids were fighting...”
“You know that much but you still beat your sister?”
“Hey. What do you mean beat? And get your facts straight. You threw the first punch. It was purely self-defense.” She was painting me like some violent criminal.
“You ignorant bastard. Is me hitting you the same as you hitting me? Look at the difference in our forearms, you muscle-brained idiot.”
She ran over and started hitting me again. Honestly it was similar, but damn, those kicks actually hurt.
“Ignorant bastard, huh....... We go to the same university.”
“Yeah~ I know you got in by sucking up to the dean~”
“The dean? That heavily made-up old lady?”
“Anyone can tell she’s man-crazy. Wearing a short skirt in the middle of winter that doesn’t suit her at all.”
“I’ll give you that one. Oh, hey. This.”
“What is it?”
I rummaged in my pocket and held it out.
“Ointment. I asked at the pharmacy and they said to put it on bruises.” Thanks to this, the coins I’d been saving for the author were gone—about a hundred of them. This month I’d just live like I was shaking off bad luck. Couldn’t be helped.
“Are you giving me medicine after causing the injury? Are you messing with me?”
“That’s why I bought it, because I’m sorry. Here.”
Why did she complain even when I bought her something?
“If you’re still that mad, hit me until you feel better. Here, I’ll even offer my ass.”
I pouted and wiggled my hips at her. “Uh, hey. Hey. Hey! Wait a second.”
She suddenly dragged Dad’s golf club out of the storage closet.
“You crazy bitch! Are you trying to kill your brother?”
She took a real stance like she was actually going to swing, so I quickly hid behind a chair.
“Why? You said hit until I felt better.”
“You son of a— I meant moderately! With that thing you’d cripple someone, you fucking psycho!”
“That’s surprising. I thought you were a pervert who wanted to be hit. Figured you’d enjoy it more if I went hard.”
“Anyway put it away. Dust is falling on the food.”
“Hey, but can’t I really hit you just once? You’ve got good endurance, right?”
“Stop the crazy talk before I hang you upside down at the front door.”
In the end I had to make a huge fuss until she finally put the golf club back.
“Because of someone the chicken’s all cold now.”
“Yeah. Having such a pathetic brother must be so hard on you.”
“Bullshit~ But why have you been standing there fidgeting since earlier?”
I’d laid everything out to eat but she was still hovering awkwardly.
“If you’re worried about gaining weight, just exercise after you eat.” Your diet was already completely ruined anyway.
“Or is it....... that time of the month? Then why do you complain every single day? It’s not like you have your period all year....... Hey! Hey!”
She looked ready to throw the beer bottle. That would actually kill me if it hit.
“Fuck. It’s because of you.”
“What did I do this time? Now everything’s my fault?”
“....... It hurts, I’m telling you. Because you wrecked my ass.”
“Is it so bad you can’t even sit?”
“Even before you got home I was lying face-down on the bed. It hurt so much.”
Wow. A wave of guilt suddenly crashed over me.
“Then should I buy a soft cushion or something? Like those donut-shaped ones hemorrhoid patients use.”
“Forget it. Waste of money.”
“You can’t even live normally like this. Hey. This won’t do. Let me see it.”
“W-what?”
“I’m asking you to show me how bad it is. If it’s really bad I’ll take you to the hospital at least.”
“It’s fine. It’s not that bad.”
“What do you mean it’s fine? You can’t even sit properly. Don’t tell me.......”
“.......”
“You didn’t shower? I told you to wash properly, you’re so lazy. Ah! Hitting me again!”
“You pervert bastard. It’s natural to feel embarrassed. If it were you....... Ha, forget it. No point talking.”
What did I say wrong this time? I didn’t want to see your smelly ass either, you know. As if your butt was something special. I was only doing this because seeing her in pain kept pricking my conscience.
“Don’t worry. I only see you as a brother. No, worse than a brother since I can’t even beat you up.”
“Good. I only see you as an idiot too. No. I’m an only child, remember. Didn’t you know Mom picked you up off the street?”
This crazy bitch was doing a self-parent diss.
“Then it’s fine, isn’t it? Why are you acting so difficult? It’s annoying. Just show me for a second. Because of you I can’t even eat the chicken. What the hell have we been doing this whole time?”
“You really....... Hey.”
“What, what the fuck now.”
“You’re not having any weird thoughts about me, are you?”
“Are you insane? That’s disgusting, seriously. Ptoo. Ptoo.”
Please. Please stop acting like a woman just because you have a pussy. Even if I stripped you naked and locked you up, nothing would happen. Okay? Please.
“Ha....... Fuck........ Seriously.”
In the end sis flopped face-down on the sofa. The bitch should have listened from the beginning.
“Hey.”
“What, dumbass.”
“Before I apply the ointment, can I spray some disinfectant? No, I want to do it hygienically too. I don’t want my delicate hands getting dirty.”
“Stop talking shit and do it quickly.”
Even this shameless girl seemed embarrassed right now. She kept her head down, but the glimpse of her cheeks and ears had turned bright red.
Jeez. Just because you have breasts and a pussy you think you’re all woman.
Let’s finish this fast. The chicken was getting cold and it was killing me. I grabbed her waistband to pull her pants down first but—
“Ah, what now.”
She jumped in surprise and looked back.
“Ah, uh, no. You’re taking them off?”
“Then are you going to do it yourself?”
“No. No. It’s okay. Go ahead.”
Fuck....... She kept reacting like that and now even I was getting conscious. Don’t have weird thoughts. This is just a lump of fat. This is just a lump of fat. It’s the ass of the pig in our house who’s one year older than me. The bitch with zero manners whatsoever. Whew.
After taking a deep breath, I first pulled down sis’s pajama pants.
She must have exercised a bit.
The plain gray panties I often saw when doing laundry covered her round buttocks. Even while lying down I could sense the perky elasticity. They looked firm to the touch.
What the hell am I thinking right now. Anyway, next I have to take these off.......
Fuck. Why was that novel I read earlier suddenly flashing through my mind? This couldn’t happen. Kang Minjun, you crazy bastard. This is your sister. You’ve found her gross your entire life. This isn’t a woman. This is your sister, you son of a bitch!
Finally steeling my resolve, I cautiously reached out to pull down her panties. Flinch! The instant our skin touched, sis’s body trembled. Beads of sweat rose on my palms too.
Calm down. This is your sister.
This is your sister.
Sad thoughts. Sad thoughts. Memories of sis nagging at me. Memories of sis going off on me. I bit my lip hard. Even if I got hard....... if that happened, fuck. I’d kill this dick. I wouldn’t let it happen.
Little by little. Little by little. As I slid the panties down—
Wow.......
A sight so raw it felt obscene appeared before my eyes. Red handprints were embroidered across sis’s pure white ass. Fortunately it wasn’t badly bruised, but....... No. That actually made it worse. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her body.
“Ouch.......”
As if possessed, I unconsciously stroked the mark. Sis let out a pained moan. If it had been a horrible purple bruise I would have stopped right away, calling it gross. If it had looked fine I would have brushed it off and told her to stop acting spoiled.
How long had it been since I last saw sis’s bare skin? Probably when we were little. Except for bathing together as kids—which I barely remembered—this was the first time.
“Hey. Is it....... really bad?”
“Yeah. Huh?”
“I asked if it’s bad. I can’t see my own ass well.”
“Um. It doesn’t look bruised.”
“That’s....... a relief then.”
“Yeah.”
“.......”
“.......”
Gulp. Oops. The sound of me swallowing was way too loud.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Applying the medicine now?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Right.”
My head seemed completely scrambled. I had brought a cotton swab but decided to forget it. I just wanted to feel sis’s ass. This pretty ass, with my bare hands.
After opening the lid I squeezed out a generous amount of ointment.
“Hup! Ah. No. It’s a bit cold.”
“Endure it.”
Then, very slowly. As if savoring every second, I began spreading the medicine while stroking sis’s ass.
“Mmm.”
“Huu.”
Whether it felt good or bad, every time my palm moved sis made those strange sounds. Thanks to that, without realizing it, my hand gradually drifted to places that didn’t need medicine. The other cheek. Her waist.
“Haa. Haa.”
Then finally. Having lost all reason, I tried to pull her panties the rest of the way down past her thighs. Suddenly. Sis grabbed my wrist.