The Blank Page
Suddenly it hits me — these days, I always sleep with Noona. Because of that, her things have gradually started piling up in my room. The outlet that used to stay empty now has her laptop and phone chargers plugged in. On the floor, the hair ties she takes off every time she comes over are scattered everywhere.
“And yet she always makes me find them when she loses one.”
We’re siblings living just a few steps apart, but lately we’ve been glued together all day because neither of us wants to be apart in our own rooms. At this rate, how could we not develop feelings?
“How’s it going?”
I poke Noona, who’s lying beside me with a serious expression, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Since she’s on her stomach, it’s easy to mess with her butt. I tug her panties down just a little and give it a few light slaps. The crisp sound echoes through the room like she’s getting a shot.
“Hey, seriously. I’m trying to write.”
Her words have thorns, but she doesn’t actually stop me. In the end, her panties come all the way off under my hands.
“You’re not writing with your butt, are you?”
“I can’t concentrate like this.”
She gets annoyed at my continued touching and flips over onto her back. Instead, she lets me reach for her chest, casually lifting her T-shirt for easier access.
“From your face, it looks like the writing isn’t going well.”
I fumble with her bra and pull it open. Just looking at those pretty pink nipples, just touching them, isn’t enough. I end up latching on like a baby and sucking. Slurp, slurp.
Noona keeps glaring at her laptop like nothing’s happening, but there’s no helping the way she’s getting hard down there. I roll my tongue around, then bite down gently. Finally she smacks my forehead.
“That hurts. Stop it.”
“Can’t you just write it out smoothly now? We already know exactly what we did.”
We have plenty of material, so all that’s left is to cook it well. I want to see what she’s written so far.
“……”
“Noona.”
“……”
“What the hell… is this?”
[Sex]
Only those two plain characters sit on the screen. She didn’t seriously decide to switch to pure literature, did she?
‘Still, this is way too abstract.’
[Sex. Intercourse. Insertion. Pounding. Pussy. Cock.]
Noona types out a string of sex-related words, then deletes them all.
“Haah. I’m dying. Ugh, this is so annoying! Why won’t anything come out?!”
She finally starts yanking at her hair in frustration. I wait quietly for her tantrum to pass. I’m just the one who gets to enjoy whatever she writes, but for her it’s completely different. Writer and reader. No matter how hard either of us tries, we’ll never truly understand each other.
Back on the desktop, Noona keeps flipping between the previous chapter and the latest one.
“Hey.”
“Yeah.”
“The last chapter ended with ‘Now there’s no turning back.’”
“It did… right?”
“So obviously the next part has to be sex.”
“Of course. That’s all the readers are waiting for.”
“But I don’t know how to write the sex scene. We… we were drunk when we did it.”
“……”
“These two are completely sober. The little brother trains his sister and eventually fucks her while she’s in heat, but the trigger and the atmosphere are totally different.”
“Still, at the end of the day, they’re having sex. That part’s the same. Make the brother a little more forceful.”
“For example?”
“First he’d tell her to get into position for it.”
Like when he tells her to spread like a dog or stick it out like a cat. We usually just face each other, but the siblings in the novel would naturally adjust to the sister’s limits.
“Okay. Then what?”
“Then he’d fuck her, obviously.”
“You need to stretch that part out more. The chapter needs three thousand characters, but ‘spread’ and ‘fuck’ is only one line.”
“Even if you complain to me, the reader… Anyway, the author’s creativity should be way better than mine.”
“If you agreed to help me write, then use your head. Your head. Hey, don’t you have anything you want to do to me? Like a fetish. Stepping on me with your feet. Stroking me with your feet.”
I like it best when we just make love normally. Without obsessing over anything extra.
“I just like Noona. If it’s Noona’s body, Noona’s face, Noona’s personality — if it’s Noona, that’s enough.”
Noona glances at me, then turns back to her laptop, looking embarrassed.
“Of course… liking me is nice, but haven’t you ever wanted something special? Like tying me up with rope, or putting a collar on me.”
“Why would I want to hurt you?”
Now that I think about it, this girl seems to secretly want to treat me that way. Last time she kept saying she was the owner and talking about putting a collar on me. Good thing she was born in this era. If we’d met as step-siblings in the Middle Ages, she’d have made me her slave on the spot.
“Come on, just let your imagination run wild in weird ways! Unlike us, the siblings in the novel aren’t in a situation where they can have normal sex! Obviously the brother is messing around with his sister using all kinds of stuff — you think they’d do it the normal way like us?”
Thump, thump. Noona pounds the bed while launching into a passionate speech. Of course, a moderate amount of roleplay between lovers might heighten the sexual tension even more, but…
‘What the hell does she want me to do?’
Just being able to roll around with my sister already feels like more happiness than I deserve. And now she wants me to tie her up and hang her? I don’t want that.
“You’re the one who’s always telling me to hang you upside down and kick you out naked. You say all that perverted stuff so casually. Just say the same things back to me.”
Of course, when we bicker like siblings, I’ve threatened her that way to scare her. But that was then. Now we’re more than siblings, less than lovers — in this complicated, delicate place. All I want is to cherish her. I don’t want those things.
“Haah. Fine. I get it. I just need to think about it, right? I’ll think.”
Because of her nagging, I have no choice but to come up with something.
‘This pervert. She’s way more into this than I am, in every sense.’
“Okay. To make it easy to imagine — there’s a girl in front of you who’ll let you do whatever you want. Ta-da.”
Noona gets up and climbs on top of me.
“Master, Master. For example, she calls you Master and you suck and lick each other, and she’s already really wet. Right?”
‘She said it wasn’t about us.’
Now she’s blatantly using the Kang siblings as models.
“So what do you do next?”
“S… sex?”
“I mean, how are you going to have sex? Are you just going to shove it in without any care?”
“Noona — I mean, the girl — you have to take your time and make sure she’s satisfied. So what are the two in the novel doing right now?”
“Right now the sister is on all fours at her brother’s feet.”
“Then he’d probably tell her to suck it first. At least, that’s what I’d do.”
“Okay, got it.”
“Suck it.”
The younger brother murmurs quietly.
Even though his voice is soft, it carries an undeniable authority that makes disobedience impossible.
In silent obedience, I take my brother’s manhood into my mouth.
Noona’s typing fingers suddenly stop.
“Manhood… manhood… Ugh, ‘manhood’ feels weird.”
She keeps having to say the male thing out loud and it’s embarrassing.
“Hey, isn’t there another word? Since the protagonist is female, calling it ‘cock’ feels off. I’m trying to avoid vulgar words as much as possible.”
‘How considerate of you.’
Of course, I don’t say that out loud and risk annoying her.
“Manhood… Hmm. What else is there besides manhood?”
At her urging, I think back over all the erotic novels I’ve read. Most of them just use “cock” and “pussy” in a straightforward way, so nothing helpful comes to mind right away.
“What about something symbolic… like ‘dignity’?”
“Dignity. Dignity, huh.”
“You said his voice has an irresistible power, right? Power, dignity — the meanings are similar.”
“Mm… Okay. That works.”
Tap tap tap. Noona starts typing again.
In silent obedience, I take my brother’s dignity into my mouth.
It’s something I’ve done for him many times, but every time, I feel myself growing wet from deep inside.
My body is preparing itself to fulfill the role of a female imprinted in my genes — to offer my womb to a strong male.
Even though he is my own brother, if he possesses a superior manhood, if he holds that great power that can subdue reason… I can’t help but get wet.
Soon, sensing his climax approaching, my brother grabs my hair. He holds me tightly so I can’t even think of escaping, and forces his desire down my throat — down my sister’s throat.
Gag, gag. Thick semen pours into my mouth.
“The brother in the novel has king-level stamina, unlike anyone in real life.”
She says it like she’s making sure someone hears.
“If Noona allows it, I could also… um…”
“Um what?”
“Four times? No, maybe up to three times in a row.”
“Why does the number keep going down?”
“I learned that you shouldn’t bluff about sex.”
At least not in front of Noona. Honestly, even masturbating twice in a row is impossible. You rest, then rest again. Right after coming, though… maybe.
“So if I ask for it, you can do it up to three times?”
“Of course. Obviously.”
Tsk.
“Good. Then let’s see after you finish writing the novel.”
That’s not what I meant.
“Um… Obviously. But my back feels a bit sore. Weird? Did I use too much weight during squats? Why is this happening?”
“Don’t worry. If you’re tired, I’ll move instead.”
“You will?”
“Yeah, that’s only fair. No reason you should be the only one moving. Just wait a bit. I’ll finish writing and take care of you.”
Every time Noona stops typing, a little jolt of fear runs through me. Of course, spending time with her is fun. Sex with her makes me incredibly happy. But…
“Honestly, yesterday I thought I could do it twice too. But you were struggling so much that we had to stop in the middle.”
“Yeah. I see.”
“People really are creatures of adaptation. The first time it hurt so much I could barely breathe. But eventually I started enjoying it. When I woke up the next day, the swelling had gone down, just like you said.”
“Yeah. It did.”
It’s scary how much Noona is changing. I wonder if I accidentally woke up something in her that should have stayed asleep.
“Bring a condom in advance. Actually, let’s shower first.”
I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but the more I look, the more it feels like the brother in the novel is Noona and Noona is me. Like she’s just swapped our genders and is serializing our story.
That’s just how it feels.