Can't You See the Foam Bubbling From My Pussy?! Hurry Up and Suck It, Seojun!
"Can't you see the foam bubbling from my pussy?! Hurry up and suck it, Seojun...!"
Bubble bubble. The sound of stew simmering. Chop chop! Knife striking the cutting board. A perfectly ordinary, peaceful morning. Until those footsteps echoed.
Thud. Thud.
The presence of bare feet descending the stairs.
"...."
I didn't stop chopping. No need to turn around—I knew exactly what it was. The figure approaching from behind. The Academy's youngest full professor. The renowned half-elf mage. My stepsister, Yoon Seo-ah.
Screeech— Chair scraping across the floor. The rustle of her sitting at the table. Only then did I pull my eyes from the cutting board, ladle in hand, turning around.
'Hah...' A sight I saw every day, yet never got used to.
"Make the stew less salty today." Cool, curt tone. Her usual commanding lilt. But her outfit? Total mismatch. Stark naked. Buck naked.
What drew the eye was her lower half. Between her blindingly white thighs. Last night's fluids had dried into a crusty mess. And then...
Squelch...! Between her spread legs. Her raw, reddened pussy spewed foam. Relentlessly. The sticky froth dripped down beneath the chair, pooling on the floor in a small puddle.
"Yesterday's was way too salty."
Seo-ah propped her chin on her hand, adding it matter-of-factly. Like casual breakfast griping.
I shot back indifferently. "What're you talking about? Just eat what I give you."
Typical sibling banter from everyday life. Until the next sound shattered the illusion.
Spruuuurt—!
"...!"
It happened when Seo-ah shifted in her seat. Her plump mound rubbed against the chair. That meager friction set her off.
Squirting. Thud. Thud! Her hips bucked wildly on their own. Shakily thrusting back and forth into empty air. Like fucking some invisible thing.
The cause? Me being in the same space.
"Ngh... Uuugh...!" Her body went into heat all by itself. Mistaking it for sex with me.
Squelch! Squelch! The sound of foam being chewed. Her pussy clenched, milking for semen that wasn't there. Gnawing on a phantom cock.
"...Hey."
I gritted my teeth. "When're you gonna finish eating?"
Seo-ah gripped the table edge hard. Struggling to still her twitching ass. Face flushed with shame. Eyes smeared with pleasure. A bizarre fit.
I knew the cause of her symptoms. Mirror of Truth. One of Dad's collectibles from the warehouse. A junky magic tool. It malfunctioned.
The result? It made my sister brutally honest. Exposed her buried affection for me. The problem? It only made her body honest. Way too much.
I glanced up without thinking. Our eyes met.
"Ah."
Seo-ah had said it before. Just eye contact felt like injecting aphrodisiac straight into her veins.
And so...
Another orgasm exploded.
"Aaaaaah—!"
Her body arched like a bow. Head thrown back over the chair, trembling violently.
"Kkh... Ah...!" Rolled-back eyes. Whites exposed. Between slack lips, her tongue lolled out, wriggling helplessly.
"Ah."
A dazed sigh. Her lower body, convulsing for ages, suddenly bucked high. Then her upper body slumped forward onto the table.
Bam! Breasts crushed against the tabletop. Even that pressure twisted into pleasure.
"Eut, aaah...!"
The seizure was visible. Her slim white lower belly. The outline of her spasming womb pulsing inside.
"Haaah, huk! Uguh...!"
Beastly howls, breaths ragged. She fought to cling to reason. Bloodshot eyes rolling back over and over. Fingers gripping the table gone bone-white.
Reason couldn't beat the pleasure. Soon, Seo-ah hit her limit.
Thud. She finally toppled to the floor. Slumped there, panting desperately. Wet wine-red eyes looked up at me. Shame. Ecstasy. Pain. Lips trembled between command and plea.
"Hey. Yoon Seojun."
Her voice shook. "Before breakfast... come give me my morning greeting quick."
Morning greeting. A flimsy excuse squeezed from tattered pride.
I replied flatly. "I did it right when I woke up."
Our private code. Morning greeting: Kissing. Not some cute peck. A deep, sloppy tangle of tongues. Top and bottom. Both.
"Ngh... Uuuh..." Her jaw quivered sweetly. Pent-up desire finally bared its teeth.
"You only greet once?! "
Crude bitching. "Can't you see the foam bubbling from my pussy?! Hurry up and suck it, Seojun...!"
Tears welled as she spread her legs wide. Hands planted on both labia. She pried herself open. The greedy folds gnawed empty air, foaming. Swollen red mucosa exposed deep inside. And beyond, clenching and relaxing. The pink walls quivering pitifully. Proof of her purity. Hymen.
Yet her body heaved like a well-worn whore.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot—get over here already...!"
She flailed at empty air, begging. Her womb burned with agonizing pleasure. Hell. And the only one who could pull her out? Me.
Her own hands, toys—useless. Unless I soothed it myself, she'd go mad.
"Got it. Coming."
I set down the ladle. Knelt before her heaving crotch. Buried my face in the sopping mess. Proof of purity.
Squelch. Slurp, schluuurp.
"Hauut—! Ahh, right there...!"
I dragged my tongue long and slow up the hot flesh. Her hips bucked again, soaring.
"The... wrinkles between, and deep inside—suck every bit...!"
Hands clutched my hair. Hips snapping madly as she came.
Schluup. Slurp...
Deep in her pussy. I thought as I ground my tongue tip between writhing folds.
A bit later, she'd head to work. The Academy where I studied. Standing at the podium, looking down at crowds of students. Proud, lofty genius professor.
But who would believe...
"Haaauut! More, more! Seojun, harder...!"
...she was the same woman drooling under me.
"Aaaaaah—!"
A scream like tearing flesh echoed. Today, too.
We began our sordid day.