Whispers Over Wine
After the meal, the drinking continues.
They pour wine into each glass and take a light sip.
So-young and Hyun-woo sit far too close—pressed right up against each other.
So-jin watches them.
“You’re quiet today, sis.”
“Hehe… I just like watching the two of you together.”
“Yeah? Min-su’s going to get closer with you too. He might look blunt, but he’s a good kid at heart.”
“Mm… I hope so. By the way, your makeup’s heavier than usual. The lipstick too…”
“Just felt like changing the mood.”
A blatant lie.
It’s for Hyun-woo, of course.
To look even a little younger, a little sexier.
They’re like a couple. I’m so jealous… really.
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom real quick.”
Hyun-woo stands, fiddling with his phone as he steps out.
They sip their wine.
The older sister stares straight at her younger sister’s face.
“Something on my face?”
“You two look happy. Absolutely glowing.”
“Hehe… was it that obvious?”
“You’re doing things you never used to. And what’s with the clothes you’re wearing around the house?”
“I wanted to show off for you, sis.”
“You’ve completely lost it too.”
“Hyun-woo said it. He feels me as a woman.”
“And what did you say back?”
“I told him I feel the same…”
“So you’re a couple now… or should I say husband and wife?”
“Oh come on, sis…”
“Well, you haven’t had sex yet…”
So-young’s face flushes red.
She has to be careful in front of other people.
But this is her sister.
The need to be acknowledged.
Her relationship with her son.
“He said he wants to do it with me… Hyun-woo did…”
“Yeah. And you want it too.”
“I’m happy… but scary thoughts keep creeping in…”
“Afraid of getting caught?”
“Yeah… more for Hyun-woo than me… what if this worthless mom ruins his future…”
“People will point fingers. He’ll be branded a degenerate who touched his own mother. Jobs will be out of the question.”
“Sis…”
“You’re still thinking of Hyun-woo as your son… Don’t you have any confidence that he’ll protect you?”
It feels like a slap to the back of the head.
Her mind goes blank white.
She said she feels him as a man, but Hyun-woo is still the child she has to protect.
Her own flesh and blood.
And yet… he’ll protect her?
If it’s Hyun-woo… maybe he really would.
For his worthless mother.
“It’s complicated, right? You accepted him as a man, but he’s still your son.”
“I hadn’t even thought that far, sis…”
“Hyun-woo’s an adult now… He’d want to protect the woman he loves, don’t you think?”
“But if something goes wrong…”
“Whatever happens is Hyun-woo’s choice… Respect it. If you love your son.”
“Am I… doing the right thing?”
“Well, knowing your personality, it’s not like you haven’t fretted over this… But even knowing the risks, you still want it, don’t you?”
“Want what…?”
“Incest.”
“……”
“When Hyun-woo touches you, it thrills you, right? Your pussy flutters… hmm? Feels way better than with any other man.”
“Keep your voice down, sis…”
“Have you imagined what it’ll feel like when your son’s cock slides into your pussy? What do you think it’ll be like when it actually happens?”
“Haa… haa… I masturbate with the dildo while picturing Hyun-woo’s cock…”
“See? Hyun-woo’s thinking the exact same thing… Sliding into the pussy of the birth mother who brought him into the world.”
“…You’re right, sis… If I can have sex with my son… I don’t care what happens after…”
“Hehe… Even if people point fingers and your life falls apart?”
“Haa… haa… I want Hyun-woo to feel the same… I want him to love me that much…”
A presence.
Right on cue, Hyun-woo reappears.
So-young and So-jin both look flushed.
“How much have you two been drinking? Your faces are red.”
“Hehe… Just a few glasses. Why don’t you sit next to Auntie?”
“Okay.”
Hyun-woo stops, then shifts to the seat beside his aunt.
They clink glasses and each take a sip of wine.
A strange atmosphere settles over them.
None of the three can bring themselves to speak first.
Silence wraps around the table.
Hyun-woo’s body twitches.
His aunt’s hand has settled on his thigh.
With a soft rustle of fabric, she begins to stroke it slowly.
“Took you a while. What were you doing in the bathroom?”
“Ah… Just checking my phone. Had some things to buy.”
“Hehe… Not because Auntie’s outfit got you hard?”
“The clothes are a bit sexy, but… not that much, Auntie.”
“Oh my… Listen to this kid… Scolding me right to my face?”
“Have another glass.”
Hyun-woo fills his aunt’s glass to the brim.
A little more for his mother’s as well.
Their eyes meet across the table.
“Want a massage?”
“I’m not even turned on—it’d just be a waste of effort. Give it to your mom instead.”
“Are you sulking?”
“Hehe… Hyun-woo, you little brat… Teasing your aunt?”
“You never know. A massage might get you going.”
So-young’s face twists.
So-jin notices and hurriedly excuses herself to the bathroom.
She clears the way for them.
“Mom, are you upset? It was just a joke…”
“No. I got jealous.”
“Hehe… Sorry. I won’t make jokes like that again.”
“It’s fine… Did your cock get hard, by any chance?”
“What are you talking about…”
“Auntie was stroking your thigh… Mom saw it.”
Her son stands up abruptly.
Right in front of his mother’s eyes, he unzips his pants.
He pulls out the thing hidden inside his underwear.
His cock shows no sign of rising.
“Happy now?”
“Put your clothes back on already—Auntie might see…”
“You were sulking, Mom… Touch it with your hand once.”
He ignores her protest and steps right up beside her.
His cock twitches and begins to stretch itself awake.
She hasn’t even touched it.
Just from being next to his mother.
“Oh my…”
“This is how I really feel, Mom…”
“I get it, so please… We’ll get caught.”
“Hehe…”
Her son sits down beside her.
He takes her slender hand and guides it between his pants.
Hot and starting to burn.
Hard and thick, her son’s cock settles into his mother’s palm.
“I wasn’t sulking… I just wondered if you’d get hard in front of another woman…”
“Ah, so I misunderstood?”
“Yeah… I was worried… so yeah, I felt a little bad, that’s true…”
“What were you gonna do if I had gotten hard?”
“I don’t know. Don’t ask…”
“Hehe… Auntie said she doesn’t want a massage… Want one yourself, Mom?”
“You little… Mom doesn’t like being teased… Even if it’s Auntie, if she saw something like that…”
“True. Easy to get the wrong idea… She’d start wondering what the two of us really are.”
“She never said she was staying the night… Once Auntie goes home, then…”
“Got it, Mom.”
His hand slips behind So-young’s back.
He strokes her ass.
Her breathing roughens.
The moment she senses someone approaching, Mom shoots to her feet.
“Mom’s gonna use the bathroom too.”
“Mm…”
They switch places with Auntie.
As if the three of them planned it.
So-jin sits down next to Hyun-woo.
Once again her hand settles on his thigh.
“What were you talking about with So-young? Her face was all red… and her breathing was rough.”
“She knew you were touching my thigh and asked if I got hard… So I showed her myself.”
“Hehe… Did your cock stand up?”
“No. I walked right up to Mom and made it hard… Then I grabbed her ass out of spite.”
“So that’s why she got so worked up… Getting jealous of her own sister…”
“She said she was curious whether my cock would get hard in front of another woman.”
“Hehe… What if it had? So-young might’ve told you to fuck Auntie instead.”
“Before that she would’ve demanded we have sex first. My heart’s the same.”
“Honestly… You two are having fun. Then just go ahead and do it already.”
“It’s not as easy as it sounds, and you know it…”
“Yeah. Min-su looked me over while I was just wrapped in a towel… I wanted so badly to put his hand on my pussy, but…”
“You blew your chance to have sex before me. Think you’ll actually be able to fuck your son after that?”
His hand slips between his aunt’s legs.
He touches her right there.
She twitches.
A reaction no different from So-young’s.
Definitely sisters.
“Haa… haa… I wanted to… but my mind just went blank…”
“Yeah. Same for me… Mom’s the same way… We want each other, but… it’s hard…”
“Give So-young some certainty… Then she’ll definitely… spread her legs… right in front of her son…”
“Looks like you two talked again… I’ll try.”
“Good… It won’t be long now… The two of you… you’ve already committed incest.”
“Yeah. I prepared a little gift too… I have a date with Mom tomorrow… And…”
“Are you going to do it with Mom…?”
“Hehe… Wait and see.”
“I’d love to watch from the side… Mother and son having sex…”
“Watching in person would be tough… But I’ll try a video call without Mom knowing… You can enjoy it on the screen.”
“Haa… haa… I’ll pretend I’m drunk, so… can you take me to your room…? I want to peek…”
“Yes. Watch carefully while I grab my cock and stroke it for her… It’ll help you seduce Min-su hyung.”
A glass full of wine.
So-young gulps it down in big swallows.
She pillows her arms, rests her head, and pretends to fall asleep.
Hyun-woo stands.
He pats his aunt’s back, playing along.
So-young comes into the kitchen as well.
“Auntie, is she drunk?”
“Yeah… She finished the whole bottle by herself.”
“This is awkward…”
“She’ll wake up after resting a bit. I’ll lay her down in my room and come back out… Get ready.”
“…Mm.”
The words her son tosses out so casually.
Get ready.
All three of them know.
What is about to happen.
Hyun-woo supports So-jin.
Step by careful step, into the room.
He lays her down neatly and even pulls the blanket up.
The moment he turns to leave,
she catches his arm.
“There’s a bathroom in the bedroom, right?”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“I’ve got something to send Mom, so pretend you’re using the bathroom and buy me a few minutes.”
“Got it. Have a good time… Auntie.”
She kisses Hyun-woo on the cheek.
Then gives his ass a couple of playful pats.
He stares after her retreating back.
Phone in hand, he waits a moment.
Only after the door clicks shut does he move.
He sends one photo.
The monitor screen he snapped the other day when So-young asked him to go into Hyun-woo’s room.
A notepad packed with text, the contents of a folder.
Filled with mother-son incest videos and photos.
Maybe tonight.
The moment they’ve been waiting for so long might finally unfold.
Hyun-woo steps into the bedroom.
Mom is still fully dressed, sitting in the chair.
Tension is written all over her face.
“I told you to get ready.”
“I was too nervous… What about Auntie?”
“She’s asleep. Snoring and everything.”
“I see… So it’s just the two of us again?”
Only then does So-young break into a bright smile.
Unpredictable.
The desire to be acknowledged by her sister.
And the thought that they must not get caught.
A complicated, restless mess inside her head.
“I’m nervous too, just in case…”
“Hehe… Shall we start?”
“Yeah. Take your clothes off… Mind if I use the bathroom?”
“Sure. You strip completely too, Hyun-woo, and come out.”
“No massage?”
“…Just touching my breasts will be enough.”
A light kiss.
Hyun-woo disappears into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.
So-young lets out a sigh of relief.
She feels her phone vibrate, but Hyun-woo is still here.
She checks it right away.
The photo her sister sent.
A shot of the monitor in Hyun-woo’s room.
Her mouth falls open.
The door opens and Hyun-woo steps out.
Not a single thread of clothing on his bare body.
So-young has already heard her son’s true feelings, yet the photo her sister sent still hits her with a mild shock.
Countless mother-son incest videos and photos.
And a memo detailing exactly how to have sex with his mother.
Excitement surges right behind it.
That man draws closer.
He wants his mother’s body.
He slides his hands under her arms and lifts her up.
She watches as his touch peels her clothes off one by one.