Chapter 107: Just a Younger Brother (4)
Chapter 107: Just a Younger Brother (4)
“Honey, do you think Min-jeong is okay?”
“She’s not a child, why are you worrying so much? I’m sure she’ll figure it out. They’re both adults now.”
Han Ji-hye, the mother of Do Min-jeong and Do Min-jae, cast an anxious glance toward the door her daughter had disappeared behind. Even though Min-jeong had said it wasn't a big deal, the worry wouldn't fade easily.
“But still, she must be hungry…”
Even if there was no health issue, hunger was unavoidable. Han Ji-hye sighed deeply as she looked at Min-jeong’s rice bowl. It was still full, barely a spoonful taken out of it, and the sight tugged at her heartstrings.
‘I’m her mother, and I can’t even get my children to eat properly…!!’
A surge of sorrow washed over her. If the girl didn't have the energy to pick up a spoon, shouldn't she at least peel some fruit for her? Driven by a sense of maternal duty, Han Ji-hye stood up and immediately grabbed a paring knife.
Apples, peaches, oranges… She hand-peeled the fruit—which cost a fortune these days—and arranged them on a plate. Only then did she feel a sense of relief. Surely, even her hungry daughter would be satisfied with this.
“Hehe…”
While she was at it, she decided to bring some for her son as well. Carrying a plate piled high with fruit, Han Ji-hye headed toward Min-jae’s room. She smiled to herself, imagining her son and daughter sitting together harmoniously, munching on the fruit.
Knock, knock.
“Time for some fruit~!”
Han Ji-hye knocked politely and called out. But something was strange. She expected the door to open immediately, but it didn't.
“Kids?”
Han Ji-hye tilted her head. There was no response, so at first, she thought they might be dozing off, but that wasn't it. She heard a frantic thumping and rustling sound from inside, as if they were rushing to do something.
“My arms are getting tired, could you open the door?”
“J-just a second…!”
Her daughter’s voice, sounding strangely breathless, made Han Ji-hye even more suspicious. What was Min-jae doing, making his sick sister answer while he stayed silent?
Just as her arms were truly starting to ache, the door opened. As soon as she stepped into the room, she felt a strange, sweltering heat. Dismissing it as her imagination, Han Ji-hye looked inside and gasped.
“Aren't you two hot? The smell of sweat is so…”
“A-haha, ahahaha…”
A woman’s intuition quickly picked up on the suspicious atmosphere. Disheveled clothes. A bed with blankets tossed about in total disarray. Flushed, red cheeks. And the heavy, ragged breathing of the two young people.
If they weren't siblings, and if they weren't her own children, Han Ji-hye would have realized instantly. That while the door was closed, something extraordinary had been happening.
But even if they were a man and a woman, they were sister and brother—her own children. The thought simply didn't cross her mind.
In truth, it was something difficult to accept by any standard of common sense. It wasn't so much that she was trying to deny it, but rather that the very idea of them sleeping together was completely outside the realm of possibility for her.
“What were you two doing?”
“We were just… playing a game together for the first time in a while.”
“Ah, I see. Eat some fruit while you play. Who’s winning?”
On the monitor, where two gamepads were connected, a game’s loading screen was displayed. Of course, the older Han Ji-hye couldn't tell the difference between a game in progress and one that had just been started.
“I’m winning, obviously. Sis is a total noob.”
“Hey, y-you…!”
Because of her innocence, she didn't catch the hidden meaning in Min-jae’s words. There was no way she could understand the metaphor—that Min-jae was dominating Min-jeong in something entirely different from a video game.
“Hoho~ I see. I brought some fruit because I was worried Min-jeong might be hungry since she barely ate dinner. You can eat this, right?”
“Huh? O-oh, right… Thank you. I’ll enjoy it.”
“Oh, look at my sweet daughter. Come here. Let Mommy give you some love…”
The moment Han Ji-hye stepped closer, Min-jeong flinched and backed away. She even shook her head frantically while covering her mouth with both hands, as if she’d said something she shouldn't have.
“N-no! I probably smell right now.”
“What’s wrong? Because of the sweat? It’s not even that bad…”
“No, it’s not sweat, it’s my breath…”
Han Ji-hye couldn't understand. She’d barely eaten anything, so why would her breath smell? But since her daughter was so adamant, she couldn't pry any further.
"It's probably going to smell a bit. Sis just ate something I gave her."
"Oh, is that so? Min-jae gave you something to eat."
"Well… I guess you could call it food? I can't eat it, but Sis seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, right?"
"U-uh-huh…"
"You're not super hungry anymore, are you, Sis? You were eating it so deliciously."
Min-jeong turned beet red and nodded slowly. She even let out a cute little burp and looked startled by it. To Han Ji-hye, her daughter just looked adorable.
"Well, I'm glad you got some food in you, whatever it was. But you still have to eat the fruit I brought, okay?"
"In a way, what I gave her was also something you prepared, Mom…"
"What on earth does that mean? Anyway, you two have fun. I'll go prepare something else."
Min-jeong frantically waved her hands at her mother’s words.
"N-no! You don't have to come back! This is plenty…!"
"Fufu, my daughter is so thoughtful of her mother."
Just as she was about to leave, something caught Han Ji-hye’s eye. As Min-jeong moved her hand away from her mouth, her gaze was drawn to her daughter’s lips.
"Oh, Min-jeong. You have a hair stuck to the corner of your mouth."
"……Huh?"
Han Ji-hye pointed to a thick, curly hair stuck to her daughter’s lip. Naturally, she believed it was just a stray hair from her head.
Min-jeong had a bob cut, so her hair was shorter than most women's, but even so, it couldn't possibly be that short. Fearing her mother would notice the unnaturalness of it, Min-jeong hurriedly wiped her mouth with her arm.
“A-ah! This is…!”
Knowing nothing, Han Ji-hye left the room with a bright smile. Until the door closed, Min-jeong couldn't bring herself to lift her face, which was as red as a ripe fruit.
*
‘Holy shit, that was way too close…’
I covered my mouth and let out a feverish breath. My warm breath tickled my palm.
But that breath carried a peculiar scent. The distinct, fishy smell of semen. It was because of what Min-jae and I had been doing right before Mom opened the door.
“What the hell were you thinking…! It was like you were trying to get caught in front of Mom…”
“Who cares? It’s just a dream anyway. Forget that, I want to feel your tits.”
“You crazy bastard, seriously…”
I almost screamed at him to wake up because this wasn't a dream. But as someone who had to keep him believing this was a dream at all costs, that was a line I could never say.
‘Even if he thinks it’s a dream, cumming in my mouth right before Mom walks in… he’s no ordinary pervert.’
I could only lament how my brother had changed like this without me knowing. Of course, I had no intention of denying that I was also turned on in that situation.
Having him wedge that thick, long dick—the kind that makes your eyes pop—between my large breasts and making me lick and suck it. His greed in trying to enjoy a tit-job and a blowjob at the same time was simply voracious.
‘I did suck it like a woman possessed, though…’
But I was just as greedy. I still remember the thought that crossed my mind the moment Mom knocked on the door.
He’s about to blow. If I suck just a little harder, I can take his cum in my mouth.
With that thought, right before the door opened, I had performed a vacuum blowjob with all my might. It wasn't just because Min-jae forced me. Unlike Min-jae, who believed all of this was a dream, I—who was perfectly sane—might be the bigger pervert.
“Ngh…! Again, without even a break…♡”
“We’re just getting started.”
This time, no one would interrupt. Since I told her not to come back, Mom wouldn't show up, and Dad was the same.
Min-jae pinned me to the bed and restrained my limbs. He pressed down on my thighs with his legs and grabbed my wrists with both hands, pinning them to the bed like nails.
It was the perfect setup for a rape. And with my own younger brother, no less.
“Hah…!!”
Min-jae’s thick glans rubbed against the entrance of my already soaking wet pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating the pleasure of the submissive orgasm that was about to hit me.
‘Is this what they mean when they say a familiar taste is the scariest…!’
Sometimes, things are scarier because you know exactly how they feel. You don't realize the power of it when you're ignorant, but once you've experienced it, you know the fear. My brother Min-jae’s dick was one of those things.
‘It’s not just any dick… it’s a dick with perfect sexual compatibility…♡’
The sensation of being penetrated by the Fake Younger Brother came back vividly. As if proving the saying that a sister is an onahole made for her brother, I possessed a pussy whose vaginal folds and shape fit Min-jae’s dick perfectly.
“Ngh, ugh…”
“Nooo… hah…♡ Haaang…!”
Squish, squelch… Even though I’d experienced it once before, a giant cock of a size I could never get used to entered me. I felt like my vision was flashing from the female pleasure spreading from my pussy to my fingertips and toes.
“Wait…! This, ngh…♡ It’s weird…! The dick is definitely the same, but haang…?!”
But soon, a danger alarm started ringing in my head. Something was off. It was definitely the same body and the same dick as the Fake Younger Brother, so why did it feel different?
“Ngh…! Sis, your pussy feels so fucking good…!”
“You shouldn't say things like that to a girl, yaah… ha-ugh…♡”
I soon realized the reason for the difference. For all I knew, the Fake Younger Brother seemed skilled at handling women. He was probably older than the real Min-jae and had much more sexual experience.
Because of that, even though he was a villain, I could feel a certain level of ingrained technique. A bit of consideration for the woman, or sex skills that made the woman feel good instead of just himself—things like that.
“Oh, ohoh…♡”
But I felt none of that from Min-jae. Was it due to his lack of experience? There was only the primal thrusting of a male and a piston-like motion solely for the purpose of ejaculating.
It was sex that seemed to say he didn't care about the woman being pounded beneath him, as long as he felt good. It truly felt like he was treating the woman under him like an onahole.
“Ngh…! If you thrust this hard…♡ Oh, ohh… I can’t, I can’t take it…♡”
“You’re a hero…! Just deal with it…!”
The problem was that I got even more turned on by the touch of a male treating me roughly. My tendency to accept the pain from fierce, inconsiderate sex as pleasure was the issue.
Furthermore, the moment I heard Min-jae’s next words, I found myself squeezing my pussy tight.
“Fuck… losing my virginity to my sister’s pussy, it’s a shame this is just a dream…”
“W-what…?”
“Wet dreams suck… I’ll have to do laundry by hand again when I wake up, haa…”
I mean, seriously… you pathetic brother.
‘It’s not a dream, you idiot…!!’
Frustrated, I let out a silent scream.
