Wiping My Little Sister's Pussy (1)
I headed up to the second floor to fetch my adoptive sister Ari's panties.
On the way, a raucous wall of game noise came pouring down the hallway.
Sounds like it's coming from my bitch of a little sister's room?
I followed the noise and arrived at her door, shut so carelessly that every sound spilled straight out into the hall.
Just as I thought.
I eased the door open, and inside, a game whirled dizzyingly across a massive monitor.
And in the chair facing that monitor...
...was no one.
Huh? Where'd she go?
As I craned my head around, something stirred on the bed set against the wall across from the monitor.
My little sister.
The bitch had abandoned keyboard and mouse for a lone gamepad and was lying comfortably on the bed, mid-game.
Just then—
"Oh good, you're here, Virgin King Oppa. Come scratch my thigh for me. It's itchy, but I can't let go."
From the look of it, she was in a boss fight and couldn't spare the gamepad for even a second.
The gall of this insolent bitch, ordering her godlike big brother to scratch her thigh?
At that moment—
Swish...! Dong Baekhwa, my little sister-bitch, still lying on her side, hoisted one leg high into the air.
And through the gap of her striped panties—she was in nothing but underwear—her puffy outer lips leapt into bold relief.
Hnng! That is one fuck-hot pose...!
Fucking bitch... this round, I lose.
Which means I shall graciously scratch that thigh of hers, lewdly and all!
From now on, she isn't my bitch sister anymore—she's my Lady Sister.
Anyone who shows me a pussy this delicious has earned the honorific, no?
"Now then, my beautiful Lady Sister—where might the itch be?"
"Just scratch somewhere first, and I'll adjust from there."
Must be what being a gaming-addict shut-in bitch does to you—even her speech plays out like game commands.
Then again, with savings north of 400 million won and a mother sitting on tens of billions in cash assets, what would she ever have to worry about?
And those tens of billions came from lottery tickets picked with the numbers this Lady Sister supplied.
Naturally, hers is the loudest voice in this household.
A university freshman who only just became a legal adult, yet the moment boredom strikes she skips class entirely and just games.
A bitch living a life so enviable it makes me sick. Fucking bitch.
I drew close to the Lady Sister's bed.
"May I get on?"
"You ask that every single time. Just get on. We're not little kids anymore—you think I care about a man climbing into my bed?"
I asked out of common courtesy, you crazy bitch.
"Allow your devoted brother to scratch it nice and thorough. How's this spot?"
When I scratched the outer side of her hoisted, obscene thigh, Lady Baekhwa shook her head.
"Not the outside. The inside."
"Here?"
"Lower."
"Around here?"
"Much lower."
"Oh... here?"
"Just a little more. Yeah—there. Scratch all around that spot."
Holy shit.
The place she was pointing to was, technically, her thigh—right dead center beneath her pussy??
"If I scratch here, my hand's going to keep brushing your pussy. That okay?"
"...??? You're not some stranger, it's your own brother's hand. You wipe my pussy every day and you're asking me this now? Just scratch."
Hah... admiration spills out of me unbidden.Did you see that?
That is the finished product of fifteen years of my painstaking conditioning.
She now considers my touching her pussy the most natural thing in the world.
Well—it helps that she doesn't see me as a man in the first place.
Scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch.
I gave Lady Baekhwa's thigh, right below her pussy, a long and satisfying scratch.
And the Lady Sister's face melted into pure relief, the itch finally soothed at last.
God, what a tantalizing creature.
Unlike Lady Ari, with her just-right height and generous figure, Lady Baekhwa sits on the distinctly petite side.
Short, and flat-chested on top of it—most days she doesn't even bother with a bra.
Which meant that right now, "in her underwear" was a generous way to put it...
...she was effectively wearing nothing but a pair of panties, nipples on full display.
She's flat, sure, but not so flat that a bra would be pointless. And yet she doesn't wear one.
"Were you just staring at my chest?"
At that moment, the boss died and an event cutscene began to play.
Seemed she'd finally caught a breather.
"I was. I was just thinking how pretty my Lady Sister's chest looks."
"I am pretty cute, aren't I."
The Lady Sister feels zero inferiority over her small chest.
If anything, she considers it one of the cute perks of being petite.
Honestly? She is cute.
With red contact lenses and long dyed-red hair that suit her to a tee, you could call her the very pinnacle of cuteness.
Same goes for Lady Ari—get these two sisters walking down the street side by side and the modeling and idol offers would come pouring in. Goddess-tier looks, the both of them.
Shame about the airhead genes, though.
Which is why, from the time they were little, I had conditioned them rigorously... no, pardon me—educated them.
If anyone ever handed them a business card or floated a contract their way, they were never to accept or sign a single thing—everything, without exception, had to be cleared with me first.
Thanks to that education, these two sister-bitches get to lounge around the house in comfort today.
With brains like theirs, getting roped into a predatory contract was a foregone conclusion—grind away at work all day, every day, come to their senses one morning, and end up exactly like the adoptive mother-bitch: pregnant with no idea who the father is.
God truly is fair. He handed them goddess-tier looks and confiscated their intelligence as payment.
Swish...
I let my hand drift, perfectly casual, over to Lady Baekhwa's chest and gave it a knead.
Grope, grope!
And the Lady Sister shifted her position to make herself easier for me to fondle.
Now, why does such a deranged situation unfold so smoothly, you ask?
"Do the breast massage properly. That's how my dainty little chest keeps getting a nicer shape."
There it is.
Just as I'd once sold Lady Ari on "pussy massages," my little sister has long since signed up for regular breast massages from me.
Terms and conditions: whenever the mood strikes, I grope them exactly as I please.
Heh heh. All I want is to grab her tits whenever I feel like it, but this airhead bitch genuinely believes it's therapy.
Squish, squish.
Small, yes—but a soft, dainty chest that fits perfectly in one palm.
Not a total washboard; there is a real, honest-to-goodness breast to be felt.
Lady Sister, I beg you: never grow another centimeter or cup size. Keep that height and that chest exactly as they are, forever.
Deliberately, I teased her with a "massage" that fixated shamelessly on her nipples.
And after all that fondling, the nipples that had shown no life whatsoever finally stood up.
"Mmm... my nipples are standing again. Why do they get hard when it's you touching them?"
"Lady Sister, I've told you before, haven't I? My massages stimulate you the same way masturbation does, so naturally your nipples can stiffen. And it's perfectly normal, so there's nothing to worry about."
"Did you? I must have forgotten. If Oppa says so, then I guess that's how it is."
And that is the power of fifteen years spent conditioning her to trust me without question.
She's been brainwashed into believing a slave like me could never tell a lie, so she swallows every word I say.
Conditioning her to this point was genuinely grueling work, let me tell you.
But it's precisely what finally lets me unfurl my desires.
Oh, wait—wasn't I on my way to fetch Lady Ari's panties?
I stopped toying with Lady Baekhwa's nipples.
"Massage's over?"
"Yep, that's it for now. I've got an errand—Lady Ari's panties to collect."
"Oh, right. Actually, about that—there's something I need to tell you?"
"What is it?"
"You haven't been wiping our pussies properly at all this whole time, have you? Wanna die?"
Lady Baekhwa turned her smartphone toward me, a fresh message glowing on the screen.
Wow... so in that brief moment, someone had sent messages to her and the adoptive mother-bitch?
"Sorry. The truth is, the pussy is a delicate thing—it needed time to be broken in. I was raising the intensity bit by bit so it could handle strong stimulation without trouble."
"I don't need that weak-ass kindness. Our bodies are strong, you know? Wipe our pussies properly at full power from day one."
Oh?
You said that with your own mouth, didn't you?
So I'm cleared to scrub your pussy at full power?
"May I, really? The stimulation will be intense—it'll feel like you're masturbating hard."
"Hmph. That much is nothing."
"Then... could you pass the word along to Mother and Lady Ari for me?"
"Already sent."
The Lady Sister showed me the group chat. Right there sat her decree: from this day forward, whenever I wiped their pussies, I was to scrub at full power.
And with that, every last bitch in this house had given her consent.
I now held official authority to scrub their pussies rough from this day forward!
Kuh~!! Another stage of the plan, cleared!
In that case—shall we enjoy it right away?
"Thank you, Lady Sister. And by way of apology... may I wipe your pussy right now?"
"Obviously you should. But first, there's something I need done before that."
What now? Did she want me waiting until her game wrapped up?
"Then I'll run down and fetch Lady Ari's panties real quick."
"Huh? Ah—there's actually something I need you for right now... so hurry back as fast as you possibly can."
Something she needs me for?
I nodded and hurried off to Lady Ari's room.
A delightful room, steeped in a woman's fresh scent.
I'd love to savor this room's fragrance a while longer, but the Lady Sister told me to hurry...
I hurriedly opened the lingerie drawer.
And a truly staggering array of panties unfurled before my eyes.
Which pair to take?
Browsing through what had to be several hundred pairs, I reached for the striped ones.
The Lady Sister's wearing striped panties right now—surely I should match them, a set for the sisters?
I took the teal striped panties, then pulled out the matching bra to complete the set.
Better hurry.
I swept down the hallway and descended to the first floor.
And there was Lady Ari, living the high life—sprawled stark naked on the sofa, gaming on her smartphone.
"Lady Ari, I've brought your panties. I grabbed the bra to match, as well."
"That's your pick for today?"
"Yes, these caught my eye today."
"Really? Then put them on me."
Knew that was coming.
I'd wager the times I've dressed these bitches outnumber the times they've dressed themselves, and then some.
I started with the bra, fitting it over Lady Ari's chest.
Naturally, not in any ordinary fashion—I fondled her breasts far beyond necessity, readjusting their placement again and again as I worked.
That's the only way to get a proper handful of tit, after all.
"Now for the panties."
"Mm."
Next I began easing the panties slowly up from the tips of her sleek, smooth legs.
She showed not the slightest intention of moving so much as a muscle, so I had to slide a hand beneath her hips, lift her lower half myself, and work the panties up that way.
Thanks to which, fifteen years of nothing but dressing this household's bitches had quietly become my muscle training—I now owned a reasonably solid, muscular build.
"Let me just adjust the panty position."
Under the pretext of an "adjustment" that needed no adjusting whatsoever, I brazenly laid my fingers atop her puffy outer lips and stroked.
The feel of her pussy through the fabric is quietly exquisite.
And when I lightly press my finger into the cleft of those parted lips and glide it downward...
Behold: pussy eating the panties, complete!
The panties end up showcasing the lewd shape of her pussy in all its unfiltered glory.
"...You really do love doing that."
"I consider it the most correct form a pair of panties can take."
"...Well, if that's your taste, it's no skin off my nose."
As her reaction just demonstrated, these bitches meekly accept whatever I declare to be my preference.
They don't think of it as perverted conduct—they trust my word alone and accept it as simply the correct way of things.
Which is why, on the days I dress them, every last one ends up with her pussy swallowing her panties. Heh heh heh...
It's the panty fashion the world commonly calls camel toe.
"Well then, I'll head up—my little sister needs my help with something."
"Mm."
Lady Ari, harboring not one thought of correcting her camel-toed panties, went back to her phone game.
I secretly snapped a photo of the sight, securing a fresh batch of fap material.
Then I made my way back to the Lady Sister's room on the second floor.
And there—
...my little sister, now locked in round two with the boss, fresh into phase two after the cutscene, was grinding her thighs together and crying out in desperation.
"O-Oppa, you're here?! I'm at my limit! Quick, bring me an empty bottle! I'm right on the verge of peeing...!!"
THAT was what she needed my help for?!
I scrambled for the empty pet bottle rolling around on the floor, snatched up a still-sealed "fresh straw" to go with it, and bolted to the front of my little sister's pussy!