Frenzied Night 8
So-jo leaned into his body as she moved.
She danced like a snake, coiling smoothly around him to the music—no ordinary skill. At the same time, the sensation of moving inside his embrace, which filled her like a massive bear, felt incredibly good.
And it hit her fully that he was no longer the child she had watched grow up. The solid bulk of his frame supporting her stamped a clear new recognition into her mind: this was a man she could lean on, a fine man.
For a while they simply danced like that.
Han Pan fretted over the way his lower body kept almost brushing against her, while So-jo, who had glimpsed his cock when he changed clothes, wondered what it would feel like.
Driven by fierce curiosity, she turned her head and spoke right against his ear.
“Let’s see how good my little brother is at handling a woman on the dance floor.”
With that she took both of his hands and set them on her waist.
Han Pan smiled and gripped her waist firmly, matching her movements with practiced ease.
The two of them sank quickly into the beat.
Dazzling lights washed over them as their bodies began to fuse into one.
After a long stretch of surrendering to the rhythm, bouncing her hips, So-jo casually pushed her ass back.
Han Pan felt her rear aim for his crotch several times and pulled his hips away.
That half-hearted retreat clearly annoyed her. She turned her head again and murmured into his ear.
“What’s with you? Am I not good enough for you? Why the hesitation? Make this big sister feel good properly… other guys go crazy trying and still can’t manage it.”
Han Pan tilted his face and whispered back into her ear.
“Ah… this is awkward, Noona… we’re brother and sister… why are you being so shameless?”
She whispered against his ear once more.
“Hey, isn’t your sister attractive? Today only—this noona’s giving you one chance! Show me some real skill.”
As she spoke she thrust her hips back again and rolled her pelvis.
Han Pan decided to let things happen and pushed his crotch forward.
The moment he grew assertive, a smile curved So-jo’s lips.
She rolled her hips expertly, stimulating his crotch in rapid strokes.
Soon his cock reacted hard, twitching inside his pants.
Still carrying the afterglow from sex with Eun-yeong and having had enough cooldown, his cock swelled again with enough force to punch through the fabric.
Just like every other man before him, Han Pan drove his cock hard against her ass.
When something as heavy as a hammer jabbed into her rear, So-jo realized her little brother’s cock was incomparably larger than any of the men who had been hitting on her earlier.
It was a sensation she had never felt before.
She could not even imagine what sex with him would be like.
Every nerve focused on the cock that kept grinding and thrusting against her ass.
Han Pan rubbed his cock against So-jo’s rear.
Then he pulled her waist tighter against him.
So-jo pressed her body flush to his.
Han Pan leaned forward to support her, and their entire bodies locked together.
They pressed as close as possible, grinding and stimulating each other.
Hot heat rose; beads of sweat formed on their skin as their bodies burned.
Han Pan slid a hand down to stroke her thigh; So-jo lowered one hand and laid it over his.
It was a silent signal of permission.
Han Pan started at her thigh and explored her lower abdomen.
The thin knit fabric let him feel every contour of her figure without the slightest hindrance.
So-jo’s sleek body was distinctly different from Mi-ho’s or Eun-yeong’s.
Where those two offered the lush, generous sensuality that came with maturity and maternal warmth, So-jo radiated the elastic, fierce energy of youth—like a demon of sex itself.
After his hand lingered for a while around her thighs and the area near her pussy, So-jo seized it.
She placed that hand on her breast.
When she gripped his hesitant hand firmly, it began to move slowly.
Taking the cue, Han Pan cupped her breast in a light caress while thrusting his hips from behind as if fucking her, driving his cock hard against her ass.
A short, sharp moan of climax escaped So-jo’s lips.
Only Han Pan could barely catch the sound.
People nearby glanced at their intense fondling, yet the two paid no attention and stayed lost in the act.
Han Pan found it strangely fascinating that after his mother he was now being pulled into this situation with his sister as well, but he had no intention of shoving away the luck handed to him.
Today would clearly become a major turning point in the relationship with the mother and sister he had always admired.
After Mi-ho, then Eun-yeong, and now So-jo—he believed he could claim every woman surrounding him tonight. He squeezed her breast hard, almost crushing it, and once more shoved his cock between her ass cheeks as if burying it inside her.
So-jo matched his motion, swaying to the beat while leaning against him and pushing her hips back; every time her ass came back, Han Pan thrust his cock forward, building a rhythm.
A moment later So-jo turned her head; Han Pan looked down at her.
They locked eyes, then without either taking the lead they both offered their lips.
Lips met lips.
After savoring the soft touch for a moment, So-jo’s tongue slipped out between their mouths and sought his tongue inside.
Han Pan quickly caught her tongue with his own and moved it; sticky saliva passed between their lips.
Han Pan could hardly believe he was French-kissing his own sister, and So-jo likewise could not quite register that she was doing this.
For a while they stopped dancing and simply kissed.
After several minutes of tongues roaming each other’s mouths, the tongues stilled.
So-jo drew her face back a little and looked at him.
A full smile sat on her lips.
She leaned in and whispered against his ear.
“Han Pan’s a good kisser…”
He whispered back.
“You too, Noona…”
For a moment they both felt shy; heat flooded their faces.
Taking his hand, she led him toward a corner of the club where the lights did not reach.
Quite a few people were still around, yet each was absorbed in their own time; no one paid them any mind.
So-jo pushed Han Pan into the corner and offered her lips; he offered his in return.
Soon tongues traded places inside their mouths as they lost themselves in the caress.
Han Pan lowered both hands to her ass and pulled her in.
When their crotches locked together, his cock pressed against the entire lower half of her belly.
The size was truly enormous.
So-jo slowly kissed and rubbed her crotch against his; Han Pan did the same.
With their hips pressed tightly together they caressed each other as if dancing slowly to the music.
A little later So-jo broke the kiss and spoke.
“You’re pretty bold, though… doing this to your own sister.”
Han Pan smiled.
“You said you were giving me a chance. When I’m with a woman this beautiful, does it matter that she’s my sister?”
“You’re crazy… a minute ago it was all ‘we’re siblings’… hohoho.”
“I don’t know! You started it, Noona.”
With that he kissed her again, and they resumed kissing.
So-jo slid a hand down and stroked his cock.
A soft moan escaped Han Pan’s mouth; watching him, So-jo smiled.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah.”
“Your noona’s going to give you proper service tonight.”
“Haha, only tonight?”
She put on a thoughtful look for a moment and answered.
“Well… from now on it depends on you… but… if the mood’s right for this kind of dirty stuff, I wouldn’t say no…”
Han Pan dragged his tongue slowly along the nape of her neck; So-jo reacted with a small moan.
“Like this?”
“Mm…”
They traded caresses again that way.
In the middle of the long exchange the music shifted to a slow tempo, and the flashy lights changed with it.
People on the floor began drifting slowly toward the edges.
Sensing the shift, the two stopped fondling and looked around.
One or two couples at a time were leaving the venue, as if the late hour were speaking for itself.
The clock had already passed midnight.
So-jo took his hand and said,
“Let’s head back… Mom will be waiting.”
“Yeah.”
They walked hand in hand, affectionately, toward the room on the second floor.
Just as he reached for the doorknob of the room they approached, So-jo hurriedly stopped him.
Han Pan looked at her with a puzzled expression.
She pulled him back and raised one finger to her lips in a signal for silence.
He nodded and stepped back without much thought.
So-jo carefully, very slowly, opened the door a crack and peered inside.
Han Pan followed her lead and looked into the room—only to find an astonishing scene unfolding there.
He could not believe what he was seeing.