A Twisted Peace Offering
Haa. Haa. I panted with ragged breaths that could have been sighs or moans. Even after I’d cum, the pleasure refused to fade. If anything, the lust I’d spewed while picturing my sister only left me sick with disgust, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. Dirty masturbation. A filthy paradox. I had castrated the purity of my own soul. I had defiled the most sacred part of my mind with something black and ugly.
This fucking dickhead. The bastard that had been standing tall without a shred of shame had finally gone quiet after one round. It just stared at the floor now. If I could, I’d slap the shit out of it… but then the brother would become the sister.
Mom. Dad. I’m sorry. Your one and only precious son has turned into a complete idiot. This isn’t what you worked so hard to raise me for.
I started cleaning up the mess I’d made. There was no way I could just leave it. What kind of trophy was this? What if my sister saw it? If my sister saw it… Fuck. Better not even think about it. I’d seriously open the window and jump.
Wait. But how would she even know what this pile of tissues really is? Whether I blew my nose or wiped my dick, who cares? Visually they looked the same. Of course, if she had any experience with men she’d know the difference immediately.
Is my sister still a virgin? Fuck. I don’t even know why I’m wondering about that. This makes me look like a total retard. Do I want to watch our family line get completely ruined? Why the hell am I curious about my sister’s chastity?
But I want to know. Did she ever have a boyfriend? Has she ever held hands with a guy? She’s pretty enough that plenty of men must have chased after her. If she gave her heart to one of those bastards… I know exactly what would happen. I’m a guy too. He definitely would have taken her somewhere they could be alone. A motel, his own place, something like that.
Uh… what? What the hell. Why am I getting so angry? Just imagining my sister giving her body to another man sent an unbelievably fierce rage surging through me. What kind of fucking bastard would dare touch my sister? If I ever catch him, he’s dead.
Haa. I really must be losing my mind.
I slammed my fist into the bed. I’m such an idiot for my sister—no, a fucking pathetic idiot. Why the hell am I getting this worked up over that foul-mouthed, shitty-tempered, trash-human bitch? Maybe I should ask a friend to introduce me to some girls. Or go to a club, get some numbers, anything. Just so someone other than my sister can fill my head.
“Haa. Whew, fuck everything.”
Enough sighing. Time to finish cleaning. Dwelling on it would only make me feel more pathetic. I rolled the bundle I’d used to wipe my dick and the floor inside more toilet paper so the smell wouldn’t leak. The trash bag I usually kept in my room had been thrown out yesterday, so I had nowhere to put it. But I couldn’t just leave it lying around.
She must have gone into her room, right?
Click. Shit, that scared me. The sound of the lock seemed way too loud. Feeling guilty, I jumped at the thought that she might hear. I cracked the door open and checked, but luckily no one was there. Good. I dashed to the bathroom, tossed the wad of tissues into the toilet, and flushed. I picked the bits of paper off my fingers too. Actually, forget it—just wash your hands. I turned the faucet on full blast and banged my forehead against the mirror.
Thud. Thud. At this rate self-harm might become a habit.
How could I get rid of these feelings? This dirty, fucked-up mood. Should I go for a run? Run until my heart felt like it would explode. If I pushed myself to the limit, maybe this suffocating feeling would ease up a little.
Yeah. Let’s go out. Staying cooped up in the house wouldn’t help anything. I steeled myself and stepped out of the bathroom when—
“What the— you scared me.”
The person I least wanted to see right now was standing right outside the door.
“If you’re in that much of a hurry, use the master bathroom. Why are you blocking the hallway? Move. Let me through.”
“Hey. Kang Minjun.”
My sister called my full name. She almost never added the family name unless it was something serious.
“What.”
I felt uneasy. No—actually I was extremely, insanely, deathly anxious.
“Let’s talk for a minute.”
“Suddenly? Why?”
Why was she acting like this? Had she found out I jerked off? No way. I’d kept the door closed. I’d kept the volume as low as possible. Or was it about the ass thing? We’d already agreed to treat that as a sibling incident and move on.
“Just… let’s talk. As brother and sister.”
“………”
I shrank back in fear from a girl a full head shorter than me. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out why she was stopping me.
“That thing.”
“Y-yeah?”
“You know. That thing. What the hell did you mean by it?”
She wouldn’t meet my eyes either. We just stared holes into each other’s toes like idiots.
“I thought about it for a long time but I still don’t get it. Why you did that.”
“?”
A thousand question marks floated through my head.
“What are you talking about? Say it so I can understand.”
“That thing! Why did you… kiss me?”
Oh. So that’s what this was about? Of course it was.
Fuck. What the hell do I say? That it was revenge? Because you’re such a bitch? I couldn’t hit you with anything except my lips. Even if you are my sister, you still have a pussy.
“How should I take this? Tell me what you were thinking.”
My throat closed up. Someone save me. I’d rather be physically exhausted than deal with this. This was really…
I feel like I’m going to die.
“Maybe—though it’s probably not the case, but… if you… have those kinds of feelings for me.”
Huu. My sister let out a long sigh.
“I’m really sorry, but I can’t accept your feelings. You know why. We’re siblings. Siblings!”
“I know it’s hard, but you need to sort yourself out. You’ll definitely meet a good person someday. I’ll pray for you too.”
Her expression was endlessly gentle. She was probably patting herself on the back for showing mercy to her perverted little brother. I needed to say something back. I needed to get angry at least, but I was so dumbfounded my throat had completely locked up.
“Here. A gift.”
She held something out. Wait a second.
“I’ve been too harsh on you, haven’t I? Yeah, you must have had a lot on your mind. Suffering because of your pretty older sister. How much stimulation must our good little brother have endured? I didn’t consider your feelings at all.”
So. So why the hell are you giving this to me, you crazy bitch?
“It’s okay. Don’t refuse, just take it. It’s what I was wearing until just now.”
In my hand were my sister’s panties. The plain ones that had been covering her ass earlier. They were still warm, so it didn’t seem like a lie.
“If you need more, just tell me. I won’t tease you about jerking off anymore, so masturbate as much as you want. But! You have to wash your hands after touching your dick, okay? You might catch something. Come on, promise with sister.”
She smiled brightly and held out her pinky finger. I reached out too, but—
“Ugh! Ptoo! Ptoo! Ah, fuck! You crazy bitch!”
She grabbed my cheek and shoved the panties straight into my mouth.
“What kind of bullshit is this crazy bitch spouting? Fuck, I’ve been listening and there’s nothing you won’t say. Hey! Why the hell would I like you?”
I should have hit her from the start. My ears were about to rot off.
“Ah, fuck. The bastard put it in someone’s mouth. Then what the hell was that kiss about?”
She barely managed to pull the underwear out and threw it back at me. I had no time to dodge and it hit me square in the face. A sweet scent suddenly flooded my nose and I flinched.
“T-that was… because I thought it’d be the most fucked-up thing I could do to you.”
“Bullshit. You kissed my forehead because I’m fucked up? Lying bitch. You seemed pretty happy slapping my ass though.”
“Shut the fuck up. That was because you hit first.”
“You’re the one who shouldn’t be talking shit. You were trying to touch it too.”
“I said no! I said no, fuck!”
“No? That’s not it? Hey, say it properly. If I hadn’t stopped you, you would’ve touched it. My pussy. You dirty fucker. Looking back, even putting medicine on it was all just a scheme.”
“Stop pissing me off, Kang Yunseo. I clearly said no. Plus, fuck. Why the hell did you get turned on? From me touching your shitty body? It only made me feel bad for no reason.”
Suddenly she grabbed my wrist. Then—
“Hey, hey! What are you doing!”
She pressed my hand against her own ass. She hadn’t put her panties back on, so the soft, bare sensation came through directly.
“Even like this you’re not turned on? Even like this you’re not turned on, huh?”
“You’re actually crazy.”
She was showing pride in the weirdest place. Then she used her other hand to grope roughly between my legs—
“You perverted trash in heat. This is a lie too, right? You’re so fucking hard… Huh? This, why is this like this?”
It wasn’t going the way she wanted and she panicked.
“This can’t be. Why… why isn’t it getting hard?”
Of course it wasn’t. I was clenching every muscle down to my toes.
“Don’t you have some kind of problem? Why isn’t it getting hard? When you’re touching such a pretty sister’s ass right now.”
“That’s obviously because you don’t turn me on. Isn’t sister the one who’s in heat? How can you grope your own brother’s thing like this?”
“No, fuck!”
“Sigh, I’m the one who’s scared how I’ll survive. What if sister attacks me? Should I buy you a dildo or something?”
“I said no! I said no, fuck!”
Bang! After I kept teasing her, she slammed the door so hard it seemed like it would break and disappeared.
Huu. A perfect victory. I’d have to keep teasing her with this for a while. Honestly it had been dangerous. If I hadn’t pulled out earlier, I would have gotten hard the moment she provoked me.
The panties she’d thrown lay crumpled on the floor.
I shouldn’t keep this as a trophy… right?
I glanced at her door. Good. It was shut tight.
Just smelling it a little… wouldn’t hurt…
No. Let’s stop. I’m a human being. Not some animal.
Huh?
Even as I told myself that, my sister’s panties had somehow ended up in my hand again. I secretly brought them to my nose. A fresh, almost perfumed scent rose up. And beneath it—
This is… my sister’s…
Somehow fishy yet strangely addictive. A mysterious scent was mixed in.
I set the panties down and staggered back toward my room. The swollen, aching bulge between my legs made every step torture.