A New Family
"We're going to be living together from today on, so take good care of each other."
"……."
A wave of incomprehensible reality crashed over me, causing my brain to momentarily freeze. So, the people I’d been sleeping with were actually my family? Both of them? You’ve got to be kidding me. This is insane.
"No… I mean… Dad."
"Why?"
"Never mind. It’s nothing."
"What’s wrong? You’re acting strange."
"No, it’s just… forget it."
I couldn’t even process the situation. Why were the two of them together? And not just one, but both of them? My mother and my sister.
"Say hello. This is your eldest."
"Hello… there."
"……Y-you’ve grown up so much."
"Yeah… well…."
I was shocked that the woman who had seemed so young was actually my mother. And I was even more shocked by the fact that she wasn’t actually young at all. This is driving me crazy….
I had no good memories of my mother—or rather, no memories at all. Sure, I must have been breastfed by her, but that would have only lasted two or three years. Since they said she divorced after giving birth to my younger sibling, it made sense that I wouldn’t remember her.
So this is what she meant by getting busy….
She was a workaholic, a woman with such seasoned, mature charm. Even our final parting had been beautiful, with both of us wishing each other well. Who could have guessed we’d meet again as mother and son?
"What is it? Why is everyone so quiet?"
"……It’s because it’s awkward."
"Have you never seen your mother before?"
"I don’t remember."
My only memories of this person were of her sucking me off. Of course, we’d gone to nice places and she’d bought me meals, but the end result was never exactly wholesome.
"Let’s get along well from now on, shall we?"
"Yes…."
The woman—no, my mother—responded with a gentle face, as if she’d regained her composure. Since she’d already said it, I didn’t feel the need to say anything else. More than that, her age was a huge shock. Just how old was she when she had me…?
"……."
"……."
And then there was the sister in question. No, my younger sister. Miyu was actually my sister, Chaeyu. And not just a normal sister, but someone I’d already done everything with. We were each other’s firsts. The fact that we were actually blood-related siblings was a massive shock.
"I’m going to go talk to your mother for a bit, so you two get to know each other."
"What? Wait a second—"
Our parents left us there just like that. My mother had given me an awkward smile as she walked out. They’d left us alone before we’d even had a proper introduction… what was I supposed to do with this atmosphere?
"……."
After they left, the air became even more awkward. We just stood there, looking at each other, feeling completely out of place.
"…How did this happen?"
"I don’t know either…."
"Did you know?"
"No. I was just as caught off guard… I don’t know."
"Haa… just go unpack your things."
Whatever the case, we were family now. I just had to forget the past and start fresh. Even if we weren't a family that had lived apart, it wasn't unheard of for family members to end up in these kinds of situations.
So this is my younger sister.
When I didn't know, I just thought she was pretty, but looking closely, I could see bits of myself in her features. They say people like those who resemble their family, so I guess that’s why I was drawn to her… because we really were family.
"This is your room. Mom and Dad will probably share one… and my room is over there."
"Okay."
"……."
Is she okay? Aside from being flustered at first, she was surprisingly calm. Of course, saying "Actually, we’ve slept together!!" wouldn’t change anything now.
"Um…."
"Call me whatever you want. Oh, my name is Junsu."
"Okay… I’m Park Chaeyu."
She took her mother’s surname. Well, she probably wouldn’t remember our father’s face either. In that case, using her mother’s name didn’t seem like a bad idea.
"So that’s why you went by Miyu?"
"Oh, that. That was just… because it sounded cute."
"I see…?"
After helping Chaeyu unpack, I roughly organized my mother’s things too. My head was spinning while I worked, but I tried to maintain some semblance of rationality.
Ugh. I’m already drained.
The thought that one wrong move could lead to a dizzying situation made me let out a dry laugh. What on earth were Chaeyu and Mom thinking?
Can I really do this?
Regardless of whether I wanted to or not, I had to make it work. I decided to just accept it.
"It’s all ready, come on out."
Our first dinner as a family in a very long time was prepared by Mom. My life of eating instant ramen or, at best, store-bought stew I’d heated up myself, ended today.
"Oh…."
It was a table I’d never seen before. To be precise, it was the first time I’d seen a table so full. We’d never had a feast like this at home. Had Mom been preparing meals like this even while living such a busy life?
"Wow… Junsu, it’s been a while since I’ve seen the table this full, hasn’t it?"
"Yeah…."
"What have you been living on all this time…."
"Wow…."
It was delicious. This was home-cooked food. Not a meal I’d struggled to prepare myself, but a meal Mom had made for me. My heart felt so full it actually hurt. I felt like I might burst into tears.
"Is it that good?"
"Yes… it’s delicious."
"I’m glad."
Mom smiled at me with a look of satisfaction. Seeing her smile like that for the first time made me feel strangely shy. So she knows how to smile like that, too.
The smile I remembered was the smile of a female. A smile of greed, with my cock right in front of her, thinking about how to devour it.
"Is it because you only eat ramen? You’re eating at a different speed."
"Was I?"
"What kind of cooking would two men who haven’t learned anything be able to do?"
"I actually know how to cook. I just didn’t because it was a hassle."
But it was different now. This was a truly benevolent smile. A smile with life in her eyes—a "real" mother’s smile. Was I really the one who had been with someone like that? No, when I thought about it, she was the one who reached out first…. No. Let’s stop thinking about it.
"Wow… I’m stuffed."
"It makes me happy to see my son eating so well."
"You were always good at cooking, weren't you?"
"Obviously."
"I’ll do the dishes. You two go ahead and talk."
"I, I’ll help too."
Chaeyu, who had been eating quietly, suddenly offered to help with the dishes. I decided to let her. It was better for me if there was less work.
"……."
"……."
It was an awkward situation where only the sound of water from the sink and the clatter of dishes could be heard. Miyu—no, Chaeyu—was scrubbing with soap, and I was rinsing and putting them into the dishwasher.
"You have a dishwasher?"
"Yeah. I bought it because I was tired of doing it every day."
"Aha… that’s convenient."
"Didn’t you have one at your place?"
"We didn’t… Mom did everything, so we didn’t have anything like that."
"I see."
Since she drove a nice car, I thought she’d have those kinds of things as a given. It was surprising that she was frugal where it counted.
"……."
Did these two know that the other had been my sex partner? I was curious, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask. It was probably better not to know.
"Miyu… no, Chaeyu."
"Why?"
"How is it? How does it feel to meet again?"
"……I don’t know. I was surprised. That it was you."
"Why did you lie about your age?"
"How was I supposed to know what kind of things would happen if I said I was young?"
"Aha…."
That was true. If you say you’re young, people tend to treat you carelessly. Especially men who use those kinds of apps; they often start talking down to you immediately if they think you’re younger than them.
"What are you going to do, Oppa?"
"About what?"
"We’re living together now."
"So?"
"……Doesn’t it bother you at all?"
"Of course it’s baffling."
To think that the person I’d been having so much sex with was family—how could I be calm? We weren't even cousins; we were immediate family.
"But still. What are you going to do? You’re not going to move out, are you?"
"That’s true, but…."
But that didn’t mean I felt so disgusted I wanted to vomit. She was just a younger sister I’d shared a bed with in the past. That was all. In fact, there were rare cases of family members doing that kind of thing. There were even cases where people got married, had kids, and lived together only to find out they were blood-related later.
"Did you hate it?"
"What?"
"When you found out we were siblings."
"……Not really."
"Then that’s that."
"Yeah…."
If we both thought it was fine, then it was fine. We just had to be careful from now on. Even if we ran into each other naked, or if I thought about it while masturbating, I could just brush it off like it was nothing. But why? Why did I feel relieved when she said "not really"?
"How’s the bed? Is it comfortable?"
"Yeah, it’s comfortable. It feels similar to the one I had at home."
"I’m glad."
As we chatted, the dishes were finished. Once the sound of the water stopped, I could hear Mom and Dad talking.
"Dad—"
"Yeah… is that so…."
"Right. You have no idea how much I struggled without you."
It didn’t seem like the right time to interrupt. Well, they hadn’t seen each other in over twenty years, so even a whole night wouldn’t be enough to catch up.
"They both seem busy."
"Yeah, it looks like it."
Since the two of them had occupied the living room, Chaeyu and I went into my room. Unlike them, who had a lot of history, we didn’t have any childhood memories together. We’d been separated since the moment Chaeyu was born.
"Have you never seen Dad before?"
"No… I don’t remember."
"I see."
"Ju… Oppa, have you never seen Mom before?"
"I must have. But I don’t have any memories of it."
"Aha."
Memories of Mom. I only had memories of her seducing me with her alluring body and sucking my cock deliciously. It wasn’t something I could tell my younger sister, so I didn’t mention it.
"Your computer is nice."
"Right? Guess how much it cost."
"Hmm… 900,000 won?"
"1.5 million won."
"Really? That’s super expensive."
"I did build it when it was a bit pricey…."
Chaeyu sat in my chair, clearly interested in my computer. When I pressed the power button, the LED lights on the case flashed brilliantly as it turned on.
"Whoa. It’s pretty."
"Right?"
"Can I try playing a game?"
"Do you play any games?"
"Yeah. I play shooter games a lot."
"Oh."
I let Chaeyu play the game she wanted. It was the same game I played.
"You play this, too?"
"Yeah. It’s fun."
Chaeyu was immersed in the game for a while. I was surprised at how good she was. I didn’t know why she was only Silver rank.
"Do you want to play now, Oppa?"
"Can I?"
"Yeah. I bet you’re good at it."
"I am pretty good, actually."
I shouldn’t have, but since it was just a regular game, I played on Chaeyu’s account.
"Oh. You’re really good."
"Is that so…?"
Chaeyu exclaimed, resting her hand on my arm. I was so startled that my aim went off. I moved my arm away as if it were uncomfortable, but Chaeyu just put her arm back on mine. …What is she thinking?
"Whew… huh?"
It felt like I’d only played a round or two, but quite a bit of time had passed. Maybe because I was so focused on the game, I hadn’t even realized Chaeyu had fallen asleep on my bed. If she was going to sleep, why did she have to pass out in my room instead of hers?
"Chaeyu… no, never mind."
She must have been exhausted from the trip up today. I’ll just let her sleep a little longer.
"Ugh…."
"…?"
When I came out to the living room, the table was a mess, as if they’d been drinking, and Dad had already gone into his room, making that distinct sound middle-aged men make.
"……Did you drink?"
"Oh… yeah. What were you two doing?"
"Just playing games."
Mom looked at me intently, looking a bit tipsy. She must have been hot, because she’d unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, and I could see a glimpse of her pink bra underneath.
"……."
"Do you want a drink?"
"…Right now?"
"Obviously right now. Your dad has such a low tolerance for alcohol."
"I have work tomorrow…."
"Aha… you said you were working… that’s a shame…."
Mom let out a deep sigh and slumped over. As she did, her hips shifted, revealing her underwear above her tailbone.
"I guess I’ll just drink alone then…."
"How could I let you do that?"
"Hm? You’ll drink with me?"
"Just a little."
And so, a drinking session with the woman—no, my mother—whom I’d met again after so long, began.