The Massage That Crossed the Line
But I couldn’t get the words out. Can I borrow your laptop? I need it right now, but mine suddenly won’t turn on. That simple sentence refused to leave my mouth, so I kept suffering in silence. I was worried I might be digging up a secret I had no business knowing. What if my sister really was doing that kind of thing… Haah. I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do.
Completely ignoring my inner turmoil, she snapped, “What are you staring at? It’s disgusting.”
As always, my sister had a talent for pissing people off. She must have taken special classes in it somewhere. How did she always manage to pick the most irritating things to say? I was starting to think it’d be justified if I hit her. Any judge would agree if I played back the shit she’d said to me.
“Look away. Stop ogling my legs.”
“What the fuck are you on about?”
I ended up swearing anyway. Yeah, I’d glanced once. She was the one wearing those tiny shorts, and we had a grown younger brother in the house. Didn’t she feel any shame?
“Ha. You should just move out already. If you don’t want to get fucked by your own brother.”
“Where’s your money to live alone?”
No way… Was my suspicion actually true? Kang Yunseo. Did you really secretly put on a pussy-flashing strip show behind my back?
“When you die, I’ll use the insurance money to buy a house. Wait, never mind—that means I wouldn’t need to move out. Hey, when are you planning to die? Your sister is begging you here. Can’t you at least pretend?”
Whew. Thank god. It was just her usual bullshit.
“What am I supposed to do? I’m planning to live until I’m shitting on the walls.”
“There’s no set order for who goes first anyway. I’ll take good care of Mom and Dad. So hurry up and die.”
“Stop talking shit and take a proper shower. What the hell have you been doing since earlier? If it’s itchy, just wash up.”
I didn’t understand why she was fiddling with her bra strap when her brother was right there. My eyes unintentionally drifted to her chest.
“You dumbass, like you’re so clean. Jerking off and leaving your tissues everywhere.”
“You crazy bitch, always latching onto your brother’s dick. Hey, when have you ever seen me jerking off?”
“Trash bag.”
“…Huh?”
Oh. Had I not thrown it out?
“What’s with the trash bag on the veranda? It was stuffed with a mountain of tissues.”
I’d only taken it out of my room and forgotten to actually throw it away. I’d planned to take it out with the recycling, but I never expected to get caught like this.
“You dumbass, you don’t even feel embarrassed. Advertising exactly how many times you jerked off?”
“W-well… What could that be? Maybe there’s a tissue ghost in our house.”
“No wonder you can’t get it up. You lock yourself in your room every day rubbing your dick, so of course nothing happens. Cut it out. It’s disgusting just watching you.”
She seemed pretty hurt in her pride. About how I hadn’t reacted even when she touched her own ass. That must have been why she kept bringing up my dick. But even if I did get hard, the image would be all wrong. A younger brother groping his sister’s ass while getting hard…
What the hell is supposed to happen next between siblings?
“Anyway, enough useless talk. Move over. I want to sit too.”
I grabbed her legs and yanked them down to the floor. The sofa was warm from how long she’d been lying there.
“Ah. Why are you coming over here and causing a scene when there’s so much space?”
“Did you rent the whole living room? There’s nowhere to sit because you’ve been hogging the couch.”
“Then go to the dining table.”
“If you want me to go, you go. There, there. Won’t the good older sister please yield to her little brother?”
“No. The dumbass wanker brother should fuck off instead.”
“I don’t want to either.”
In the end I ignored her and sat down anyway. She immediately said, “Ah~ This footrest is nice. You’re actually useful sometimes.”
She plopped her feet onto my thighs. Wiggling them. Those long, pale toes that looked just like her legs waved right in front of my eyes.
“Ah, fuck. Your feet stink. Did you step in shit? You crazy bitch—your personality’s filthy and even your smell is filthy.”
“I washed them, you dumbass?”
When I pretended to pinch my nose, she shrieked at the top of her lungs. She looked ready to lunge at me, eyes full of murder. As expected. How the hell was I supposed to put up with this? Her reactions every time I teased her were just too good.
“You’re lying. When did you wash? Sister, let’s not hold back on stuff like this. If you don’t wash, you’ll get sick. Sick.”
“I showered right after I woke up, okay? You dumbass, your nose is the trash one and you’re accusing me.”
She must have been genuinely angry because she started slamming her heels into my thighs. Bam. Bam. Hey. That hurts. Stop.
“If you’re so sure, why don’t you smell it yourself? See if it stinks or not.”
Thump, thump. She rubbed her soles against my face.
“Get your trotters off me. Before I twist them off.”
Wow. She really climbs all over me because I don’t hit her for being a girl. At this point it was almost impressive. The variety of ways she picked fights was actually creative.
If she used that creativity for the world, she’d probably have made something of herself.
“Just smell it once. Come on. Come on.”
“Ah, fuck. I said stop. It smells like shit.”
“You dumbass, that’s why I’m telling you to smell it. If there’s no smell, you’re dead.”
She made such a fuss that I finally grabbed her ankle. What the hell was I even doing?
“See? No smell, right?”
Sniff sniff. I pressed my nose between her big toe and second toe like she wanted.
“I’m not… sure.”
It was a mix of her sweet skin scent and soap. Strangely addictive. Somehow both sour and savory at the same time.
“That’s enough. Let go now.”
She seemed to have come to her senses. She tried to jerk her leg away from me. But what could I do? Your suffering is my pleasure.
“L-let go, I said? It’s done, so let go.”
“Why? You told me to smell it. I’m just doing what you asked.”
“It’s enough now, so stop. You know there’s no smell. It tickles.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t eat you. While I’m at it, I might as well massage my beloved older sister’s legs.”
You’re in big trouble now.
Good. How could I tease her to make her even more embarrassed? With all sorts of thoughts running through my head, I started touching her body. I massaged her soles, spread her toes apart, then casually smelled her feet again. Every time my hands moved, her reactions changed.
Her cheeks and ears flushed red. Sweat began to form across her body. Her mouth clamped shut.
So you’re not completely hating this.
Even now, she was leaving her body in my care. She could have kicked away her hated little brother anytime she wanted, yet she kept allowing me to touch her feet.
Should I mess with her a little more?
Just touching her feet felt like a waste. Little by little, my hand traveled up her leg.
“……”
I stroked near her ankle bone. She still said nothing.
“Your calves are really tense.”
My hand moved higher. She remained silent.
“You should stretch once in a while. If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you.”
“Your legs swell when you walk a lot. If you don’t loosen the muscles, you’ll end up with inflammation later.”
On the other hand, I was talking more and more. It felt strange to keep touching her body without any response. Had my sister’s legs always been this beautiful? Had they always been this soft? My hand moved even lower.
“……”
She still stayed silent. The only thing she did was cover her face with the cushion that had been on the floor.
Sister. How can you hide your expression like that?
Thanks to that, I could do whatever I wanted. Since you weren’t looking at me. The guilt and the realization that I was touching my own sister slowly dissolved. More intensely. More passionately. I explored her so persistently that I couldn’t even tell if it was a caress or pure affection anymore.
Knees. Back of her knees. Thighs. She was pure white wherever I looked and soft wherever I touched. I shouldn’t be doing this to my sister. My parents’ daughter shouldn’t be this pretty. If it got this blatant, I wouldn’t be able to stop like last time. No—I didn’t think I could stop at all. Even if she grabbed my wrist. Even if she screamed. Even if she cried right in front of me. If you’re this beautiful, I… I…
My sister still accepted my touch without a single word or any resistance. Please. Just get angry at me. Call me dirty like you always do. Tell me I’m disgusting and throw a fit. You. Because your body is too beautiful…
I can’t stop my hands either.
Her already short shorts had ridden all the way up. Through the gap, her pale flesh was visible. Along with the black panties guarding her most precious place.
If I put my hand there… if I grabbed them and pulled them down…
I’d be able to tell if my sister was wet too. Right?
You’re curious too, aren’t you? Whether your sister is excited like you. Whether she’s longing for your touch.
I tried to block my ears to the devil’s constant whispers. If I stopped resisting even for a second. If I listened even for a moment, I had no idea what I might do to my sister.
Gulp. Gulp.
I kept swallowing dryly. Thirst rose from the uncontrollable desire—then suddenly, thump.
“!”
My sister’s heel touched between my legs.
“……”
“……”
She must have realized it too. What her foot was touching right now. That her brother was getting hard while touching her.
“I-I think your muscles are a bit looser now.”
Still, she said nothing. I couldn’t tell. Was she thinking of another way to tease me, or was she genuinely disgusted? A younger brother who got excited touching her legs. A younger brother growling like he might pounce any second. Afraid to wait for her answer, I stood up.
I hated her. I found her incredibly annoying. But the one thing I hated more than death was her hating me. It was the ultimate irony. Liking my sister while pretending not to. Rejecting her while desperately wanting her. If I could, I wanted to turn back time. Back to when we were just normal bickering siblings.
“Rest a bit before you go in. I have an assignment, so I’ll head in first.”
She still lay there quietly. And I still had no idea what I was supposed to do. Why I’d developed these feelings for her. Why I was craving her like this. No matter how much I thought about why I’d become such an idiot, I couldn’t find an answer. Because no answer was visible.
“Haah… Fuck…”
Bang. I slammed my fist onto the desk. Again. Bang. Bang. But no matter how much pain I inflicted on myself, the feeling showed no sign of fading. At this rate, I might really end up doing something terrible to her.
Again. Bang. Bang. I pounded the desk with my fist. Red bruises began blooming across my knuckles. Still. Still, toward my sister…