The Plan
Looking down at his aunt’s figure.
A short skirt against a red backdrop. Stockings that hug her thighs all the way up. A sly flash of black panties. Blatant.
His mother looks restless. He steals a glance. Her expression is sour.
Just as he is about to sit beside her legs, his aunt shifts her body.
“You’ll put gel on and do it properly, right?”
“You’re wearing stockings, so that won’t work.”
“Hehe… Just knead them for now, then.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
He sets his hands on her calves. Soft. Silky-smooth. He begins to work them slowly, all the while watching his mother’s face.
She has her arms crossed and is glaring.
“Mom, you feeling off?”
“No, just…”
“If you’re tired, go rest in your room for a bit.”
“Maybe I overate. Sitting should help.”
He has tested the waters. She will not leave him alone with his aunt. He has to be careful. The goal is his mother, first and last. Poking at this will gain him nothing.
His aunt, stretched out face-down in front of her nephew, is clearly thinking something else.
“Mmm… haah… Your hands feel stronger than last time, Hyun-woo…”
“Yes. I get up early, jog around the neighborhood, and if there’s any equipment I do a quick set.”
“My… Working out just to use it for what…?”
“Nothing special, really… It just seems to help a little when I’m giving massages like this.”
“Right… So Mom gets this wonderful treatment every single day…”
Mother and aunt lock eyes. So-young’s face has been sour since earlier. So-jin’s lips curl in a slow, knowing smile.
From So-young’s point of view, her younger sister is someone she is truly grateful for—blood relation aside. Without her help she could never have raised Hyun-woo this well. The sister who watched little Hyun-woo whenever work kept her away from home. Who sent living expenses and supplies when times were hard. The only person she can talk to without holding anything back. No secrets between them.
Even when So-jin showed up in clothes that were a little too much, So-young never said a word. Same now. She can already see exactly what Hyun-woo must be thinking. He is a man, after all. That hot, hard thing that had prodded her own calves earlier. All she wants is for this to finish quickly, without incident.
“Hyun-woo.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“I’m taking the stockings off… Will you put gel on and do it properly?”
“Ah… Sure.”
So-young’s lips work as if she wants to say something, but the words never come. Her sister is toying with her. So-jin grins brightly and folds her ankles back. The panties are on full, shameless display. Hyun-woo stares. She peels the stockings off and tosses them aside. Bare skin appears.
“Should I spread my legs?”
“Yes…”
“Hehe… Why so awkward… Help me a little.”
He has no choice but to read the room. Right in front of his mother, his aunt opens her legs wide. He stands, then settles comfortably between those spread thighs. Black panties fill his vision. Unlike his mother’s, a few stray strands poke out from the edges. Pubic hair. He swallows hard.
Every day he and his aunt trade messages full of endless sex jokes. Seeing it in the flesh is different. They had even talked about fucking. The place where her nephew’s cock would go. All he has to do is push the panties aside.
“Is this okay?”
“No… I’ll lift them and work from there. Just talk with Mom.”
His hands are trembling. Here it comes again. Does he have a tremor or something? He draws a deep breath and steadies himself. He squeezes a generous amount of gel into his palm and rubs it between his hands, checking his mother’s face. Still twisted. He reaches forward, takes each of his aunt’s legs, and sets them on his thighs. Naturally, So-jin eases her hips back a little. The panties and the crotch area zoom into close-up. His breathing grows shorter. He starts kneading.
“Mmm…! Haah… mmm…! Haah…”
“Does it hurt?”
“No… Not at all. It just feels strange.”
“How so?”
“Hehe… A long time ago some guy massaged me like this… It brings that memory back…”
“Unnie.”
His mother’s voice cuts in suddenly, blocking the path. He knows what his aunt meant. She and his uncle used to do a lot of chodaenam play. Sometimes there was a man who gave incredible massages. His mother has caught on too. She does not want the atmosphere getting any stranger. She has no idea he already knows all of that.
“Hehe… Did I say something wrong? I meant your brother-in-law used to massage me.”
So-young clamps her lips shut. She has lost her words. So-jin sees straight through whatever her sister is thinking and toys with her. Hyun-woo checks his mother’s face again. Her cheeks have flushed a faint red—exactly the way they do when he massages her own crotch.
“What are you doing, Hyun-woo… Keep going.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
His hands climb higher and higher. So-jin twitches. So-young watches. The living-room air turns strange. Soft sounds float out now and then—not quite moans, more like little groans of strain.
“Mmm… haah… mmm… haah…”
His aunt’s legs are slick with gel. The front of Hyun-woo’s pants begins to swell. His mother is staring. He fights not to get hard, but it is no use. He eases his hips back a fraction and barely hides it. Blood is rushing straight to his cock.
At last his nephew’s hands reach the soft flesh of her inner thighs. He kneads the pliant meat carefully.
“Mmm… haah…! Mmm… haah…!”
Moans. They come every time he brushes a sensitive spot. A little higher and he would hit her ass. Dig inward and he would reach her crotch. The panties are right in front of him. His aunt’s waist lifts slightly, then sinks back down, limp. She is reacting to her nephew’s hands. She is feeling it. Right in front of his mother.
Very slowly, he stretches a thumb toward her crotch. A damp, humid heat meets his fingertip. She jerks hard.
“Haah…! Haah…! Mmm…!”
“Hyun-woo, that’s enough now.”
His mother’s voice has gone completely flat. Reflexively he pulls both hands back and looks at her. Her face is pale, yet her cheeks are still flushed red. She is pissed.
“Yeah. You want one too, Mom?”
“I’m fine… Want to go rest in your room? Or step outside for a bit if you like.”
“I’ll do that. I need to stop by the mart anyway… Tell me if you want anything.”
“Then pick up laundry detergent on the way back.”
She is firm. The mood has crushed him. It had been good. He never even got to touch that place. Looks like his mother and aunt have things to say. The plan he prepared in advance—she will handle it well enough. His part ends here.
He stands, fetches a few towels, and hands them to his aunt. He does not wipe her down himself.
“Auntie, anything you need?”
“I’ll call if I think of something.”
“Okay. Be back soon.”
He steps out of the house. There is no mart errand. His mother only used that as an excuse to get him out so she could talk with her sister. He gives them the space. He walks the neighborhood.
Silence settles over the living room. So-jin wipes the gel from her legs while So-young watches. So-young stands, goes to her room, and comes back with something. Cigarettes. She smokes now and then. She holds one out to So-jin. They light up together.
“Unnie.”
“Yeah. If you’ve got something to say, say it… Don’t just call my name.”
“Why are you suddenly like this?”
“Like what?”
“Last time too… and today you came over dressed sexy again… and you made Hyun-woo massage you.”
“So what?”
“Hyun-woo’s a man too… You told me to be careful, and then—”
“Hehe… I thought it was something serious… Can’t a girl get a massage from her nephew? It’s not like I’m doing anything weird.”
“Still…”
“Hey, want to have a drink for old times’ sake?”
“We already had wine earlier.”
“That was just a palate cleanser… Hyun-woo’s out. Let’s have one, just us two… I’ve got something to say.”
“What now…”
“Just tell me whether you’ll do it or not… I’m a little offended, you know? You’re suspecting your own sister. Rude.”
“Huu… Fine. Wine?”
“Yeah. Anything else is fine too—just bring it.”
So-young heads for the kitchen. She does as her sister says and brings the wine. They pour a glass each and drink. So-young opens her already large eyes even wider, as if she has made up her mind. She is properly pissed.
“Unnie, you’ve been weird lately.”
“From where I’m sitting, you’re the weird one.”
“That again?”
“Yeah. When Hyun-woo offered to massage you, why did you refuse? Were you worried you’d feel it the way I did?”
“What are you—”
“I know everything, you little bitch… Hyun-woo’s hands are no joke. He put gel on and worked his way up… I started wondering if it even counted as a massage.”
“……”
“Does he do the same for you? Or… is there more?”
“I don’t know…”
So-young’s face turns red. She had always believed there was no secret she could not tell her sister—but Hyun-woo is different. She felt it. Under her son’s hands. The wish that he would dig a little deeper. He never quite reached there, but she cannot speak that inner truth to her sister. A line that must never be crossed. The cock that had pressed against her calves. Mother and son. Something she has to handle alone. He is not a man. He is her child. Yet she herself just told her sister that Hyun-woo is a man. She is ashamed.
“I’ll be honest… When Hyun-woo kneaded my thighs… I felt it.”
“Unnie…”
“If you hadn’t stopped him, his hands would’ve gone higher.”
“……”
“Like you said, Hyun-woo’s a man… You think he doesn’t know that? And you get this every day.”
“It’s just for body care… I never asked him to…”
“What about you, then?”
“What…”
“He must’ve massaged your thighs too… Didn’t you feel anything?”
“That’s…”
“Did you stop him before his hands went higher, like just now?”
So-young cannot answer. So-jin already knows. Hyun-woo reported to her. He touched her ass and her crotch. The way her body twitched. The signal that she felt it.
“You not talking is driving me crazy… I’m saying this out of concern—don’t let his hands climb, So-young.”
So-jin drains the rest of her wine. So-young knocks hers back too. She hates herself for being unable to answer. Her sister’s advice: don’t let the hands climb. Any ordinary mother would have stopped him. She left him alone. She even wished he would do more. Her son’s erect cock. The calves she touched in the shower. The place where that hot, hard thing had pressed.
“I was a little surprised… You were right there watching, and his hands kept going higher… If you hadn’t stopped him, who knows what would’ve happened…”
“……”
“I’m sorry for teasing you… But ever since you warned me last time, the suspicion wouldn’t go away. So I poked at it.”
“Unnie…”
“You and Hyun-woo… when you’re alone and a massage like that starts… I don’t think I could hold back if it were me.”
“……”
“I told you before, right? Accidents can happen… Hyun-woo’s a man, so when he touches a woman’s body other thoughts can come up.”
“……”
“If you can’t stop him then… you stop being parent and child… The way Hyun-woo looks at you… it wasn’t ordinary.”
“No way… Hyun-woo isn’t like that. I’m his mother…”
“I hope so. But from where I stand, that’s how it looks. Enough that I even felt like seducing him myself.”
So-young is stunned. Her sister’s words. Wanting to seduce her own nephew. It sounds unhinged. She wants to get angry, but no words come out. A mother who felt her son’s hands. So-young’s eyes waver. So-jin watches her.