Burning Friday (4)
"Wake up."
"……."
"We're here. Get up."
"……."
We were on the subway heading home. Since it was Saturday, the train was packed. Throughout the ride, the erotic scent of Chaeyu kept lingering near my nose. I wondered what the middle-aged woman sitting next to me would think if she caught a whiff of it. I should have just ignored it, but for some reason, I couldn't help but be self-conscious.
"Chaeyu. Wake up."
"Nng…."
When I called her name, Chaeyu finally stirred. I was glad I’d started waking her up a stop early. Maybe it was because of this "little sister mode," but she felt like a piece of luggage I had to carry.
"Where are we…?"
"We have to transfer now. Open your eyes."
"Oppa… I need to use the bathroom…."
"…Fine, go ahead."
While Chaeyu went to the restroom, I went to one as well to wash up. As expected, just washing my face wasn't enough to get rid of the scent.
"You smell, Oppa."
"Don't you realize you smell too…?"
"You smell worse."
"……You're right."
Chaeyu teased me with that ridiculous remark. Setting aside the stares of other people, it wasn't a huge deal since I could just shower as soon as we got home.
"I'm sleepy."
"Just go to sleep when we get there."
"Want to sleep together…?"
"What if we get caught?"
"Aww. She's not there anyway. Besides, we slept together on the first day."
"…That's true."
The first day Chaeyu and Mom moved up, we had shared a room without a second thought. Well, back then, I never imagined we would end up in a relationship like this. Perhaps I had wanted to return to the way things were with Chaeyu. Or maybe, I wanted something even more than that—
"Oppa. Let's eat that."
"Ah~ that?"
The source of the delicious smell wafting through the station. It was a 2,000-won pizza place that had been popping up in subways lately. I’d seen it every time I passed by, but I never bought any because the lines were always so long. It looked tasty, though. Should I buy one?
"What flavor would you like~?"
"One of these… and one of these… please."
"Okay~ Please wait over there~"
After a short wait, we got two slices of pizza. They were isosceles triangle shapes, wider and larger than a standard slice. Since four slices made a whole pie, most people ordered the full thing.
"So that's how they serve it…."
"How should we eat it?"
"Let's just sit over there and eat."
"Okay."
Luckily, there was a table in the station for resting. Maybe because it was the weekend and people were out, there weren't many people sitting there.
"That's just cheese, right?"
"Yeah. You know I love cheese."
"I know."
Chaeyu loved cheese. Especially stretchy cheese like pizza cheese or mozzarella. Even when we went to burger joints, she always made sure to order cheese sticks.
"Mmm… delicious."
"Really?"
"Want some, Oppa?"
"Yeah."
Chaeyu naturally held out the part she had been eating. Given the structure, it was unavoidable… or maybe it wasn't. I couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose or if she was just oblivious. It tasted good, though.
"I want to eat yours too."
"Here."
"Mmm~ This is good too."
"……."
Mine was a pizza topped with plenty of pepperoni and broccoli. It was just a combination of two simple ingredients, but it boasted a surprisingly well-balanced flavor. That aside, I didn't know why she insisted on eating from the side I had already bitten into when I’d offered her the other side.
"Hm? Why?"
"Nothing…."
Oh, seriously. That innocent expression. It was so annoying that I couldn't win against it.
"…?"
"Why?"
There was an object in the entryway that shouldn't have been there. The heels Mom always wore to work. Since she usually put all her shoes in the cabinet except for the ones she wore out, I knew instantly that she was home.
"……Mom's here."
"Really…?"
I was sure Mom had work on Saturdays, too. That was why, whenever I visited on a Friday, she would leave after preparing a meal for the next day. Had the policy changed between Busan and Seoul?
"What do we do…?"
"We have to go in, anyway…."
Between the pizza we’d just eaten and the outside air, we couldn't smell ourselves. The only person who could tell if our house smelled was Mom. We had to make sure we didn't get caught on her radar.
"We're home."
"Oh, you're back?"
Mom was sitting there in comfortable clothes, watching TV and peeling a tangerine, as if she had no intention of going to work. Seeing her like this, she was just a typical middle-aged woman.
"Did you have fun yesterday?"
"Yes. We had a great time."
"What did you do?"
"Just had dinner… and Chaeyu wanted to take a walk in the park, so we did…."
"Sounds fun. Go change and get some rest~"
"Okay."
"I'm so tired…."
"Park Chaeyu. Don't just leave your bag anywhere."
"I know…."
Thankfully, Mom seemed to let it slide. I needed to change and get into the shower quickly—
"Oh, Junsu."
"Yes?!"
"What's that mark on your neck?"
"A mark…?"
"Yes. Come here."
"Yes…? It's probably nothing…."
"Hurry!"
"……."
The mark on my neck. I had vaguely suspected it was a hickey. It had been itching, so it must have been a scratch after all. Just how excited had Chaeyu been…?
'What do I do….'
The problem wasn't the hickey, but this lingering scent. If Mom caught a whiff and got suspicious, I had no way to explain it. She might think this was wrong and call off the remarriage with Dad.
I approached Mom, acting hesitant on purpose.
"Look how red it is. How did that happen?"
"I don't know… did I get scratched somewhere?"
"I'll get a bandage, so wait."
"I'm telling you, it's really fine…."
"Listen to your mother."
"Yes…."
She looked completely different from the Mom who had been sucking my cock just yesterday. Her expression was one of genuine concern. If it had been Dad, he wouldn't have even noticed, but I realized I had underestimated Mom.
"I'll put it on myself."
"Stay still."
"……."
I could have done it myself, but Mom insisted. She didn't have to get so close, but her face was right in front of mine.
"There."
"……Did you sleep in the same room as Chaeyu?"
"Yes?! Ah… yes…."
My heart sank for a moment. Had we been caught? Well, she might think that since I’d done it with her, there was no reason I couldn't do it with my sister. I really should have showered before sleeping… so that's how I got caught.
"Oh my… it must have been Chaeyu."
"……Chaeyu?"
"Yes. She’s had a habit of scratching things while she sleeps since she was little."
"Ah… really?"
"Yes. I thought she’d grown out of it… but it seems to have come back."
"Aha… I guess she’s still not used to the house yet."
"Yes. You're probably right."
"It doesn't hurt much, so don't worry."
"Okay. Go wash up."
"Yes."
Phew. I thought I was truly fucked. That aside, Chaeyu had a habit like that? 'She's quite something….'
Looking in the mirror, the mark was quite red. Still, it wasn't a scratch from a fingernail; it was a hickey. We’d been rolling around so much, it was impossible that she hadn't kissed my neck.
"Whew… Chaeyu. Go wash up."
"Okay."
I went in first, and Chaeyu scurried in right after me. Only Mom and I were left in the living room. At Mom's gesture to come over, I naturally sat next to her and watched TV together.
"Are you not going to work on weekends anymore?"
"No. Most of the important work is done at headquarters, so I guess there's no need to do it here. Still, you never know. I might get called in at any time."
"That sounds exhausting…."
"But they pay well. And I like this work."
"Aha…."
Before I knew it, Mom was sitting right against me. Now, I could confidently offer my shoulder. The scent of the vaginal fluids that had been clinging to me and the smell of the pizza were gone.
"…How are things with Dad?"
"What do you mean, how are they?"
"Just… you sleep together… so I was wondering if you guys have… marital fights."
"Ah~ we actually got along well originally."
"How did you end up separated?"
"Didn't your father tell you?"
"I heard a little bit. That he didn't go to Grandma's funeral."
"Yes. That was it. Grandma hated your father. Well, he did get me pregnant when I was in high school. She must have resented him."
"Aha…."
Dad and Mom were four years apart. If Mom had me when she was in high school, that meant Dad was a college student at the time. …My dad was more of a piece of trash than I thought.
"I didn't know Dad was such a piece of trash…."
"Still, he took responsibility until the end. It was your father who suggested we live together this time."
"Why did you agree, Mom?"
"How should I put it… I wanted to see my son."
"Me?"
"Yes. They said you grew up well, so I wanted to see you. But look at you, you've grown up so manly?"
"……."
Mom whispered in my ear while resting her hand on my thigh. Her voice, 99 percent air, tickled me.
"I'm glad I got to meet my son because of it."
"I… think I'm glad too…."
Mom's movements were unusual. She stroked my thigh, her eyes fixed on me. Before I knew it, our faces were close enough to kiss at any moment.
"Th-that… Chaeyu is showering right now—"
"She takes a long time, so it's fine."
"……."
Between the scent tickling my nose and the pressure of her breasts against my arm, I eventually gave in to Mom. Chaeyu was one thing, but I hadn't realized Mom was this bold. Perhaps I had unlocked Mom's limit yesterday.
"Whew…."
After a light exchange of tongues and saliva, Mom pulled away. It had only been a brief kiss, but I felt as dazed as if we’d been at it for a long time. I could feel my face turning bright red.
"I asked you, didn't I? To call me when you're pent up."
"Yes… you did."
"…Actually, Mom is also… pent up."
"Uh… um… that is…."
"Are you talking about Dad?"
"Ah… yes."
"He doesn't seem interested in Mom's body anymore. I gave him signals several times, but he just slept."
"Aha…."
"So, right now, Mom is…."
Mom climbed on top of me. The sound of the sofa leather creaking was loud. In front of my eyes were Mom's breasts. Mom wasn't wearing any underwear.
"You're Junsu's."
"……."
My cock still ached slightly from the aftereffects of yesterday. But the fact that it was destined to ache even more in the future made my head spin.
"What do you want to do, Junsu…?"
"……."
Naturally, I had no intention of rejecting the breasts right in front of me. My hand, which had been itching and holding back because I wanted to move, finally moved swiftly.
"Whew…."
"…?!"
"Gnnnng~"
Chaeyu came out of the bathroom. Mom forced me to sit up.
"…What are you two doing?"
"Stretching. Want to join?"
Mom grabbed my shoulders, and I ended up grabbing Mom's shoulders, and we did a stretch where we pressed against each other. It actually felt good on my lower back.
"…Never mind. I'm going to sleep… no, I want to eat."
"Okay. What do you want?"
"……."
Thanks to Mom's genius improvisation, we managed to get past it. To think of something like that in this situation… she really was a genius.
"Junsu, you're going to eat too, right?"
"Yes…."
Was it because I remembered what happened in bed last night? Or was it the lingering sensation of the breasts I’d touched for that brief moment? Throughout the meal, I couldn't look either of them in the eye.