Chapter 59
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: Sex Ed with My Little Sister
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I figured we'd ease into it.
But no, you're coming in hot with straight fastballs from the jump.
'Sex feels amazing, right? Obviously it'd feel like heaven... but I can't just say that.'
I grabbed Hwayeon's shoulders to calm her down first.
But there wasn't a tremor in my palms. My eyes, adjusted to the dark now, caught her face—dead serious, more than I'd expected.
"Wait, you're seriously asking this?"
"Yeah. I know chances like this don't come around often. Ah, don't stare like that. It's embarrassing."
"Then you know this isn't exactly normal conversation?"
"Tch, we're way past nitpicking that. Look where we are... the spot we're lying in right now."
Motel room bed.
Under one blanket, our hands brushing against each other's bodies.
She had a point—it was far too late to quibble.
But as her big brother, I wanted at least some basic ground rules.
"I said it clear as day, right? Just talking... explaining with words only."
"I know. Using our bodies to explain would be... even weirder, ugh."
"Practical in the strangest places."
"You're one to talk. You acted like you'd tell me everything, but now you're dodging?"
"Your questions went straight to the deep end. Everything has an order, you know? Floor it from zero, and even the best car crashes."
"No clue about that. I don't even have my license yet."
"You think that's the point right now?"
"Anyway, I'm clueless 'cause I'm young. So... enlighten me, big bro. You've got the experience."
Her fingers poked my side at the waist.
The hand gripping my arm finally quivered a bit, and Hwayeon ducked her head like the shyness hit her late.
'This should do it... she won't push further.'
These topics were easier with the shy type over the bold one.
I lifted my gaze opposite hers, whispering toward the pitch-black bedpost.
"No way it feels bad."
"Eek! R-really?"
"Usually it's with someone you love, the deepest way two people connect... hard to describe beyond 'good.'"
"Y-yeah, makes sense... I knew that, but still..."
"Too vague? What specifically are you curious about?"
"Like... exactly where and how does it feel good? And girls hurt the first time, right? Good enough to put up with that?"
With the dark as our shield, no eye contact, her words started flowing.
Unlike her usual charges, she stammered out specifics one by one.
"Hard to explain 'where and how.' Guys and girls are built different in so many ways."
"Ugh...! R-right. Take your time... think it over."
"Next question first. Girls hurt the first time, yeah?"
"Mm. Not many in my class have done it, but they all say so... one even cried."
"Straight talk: rare not to hurt. Most do. That thin barrier tears—can't be painless."
"Th-that bad? Super painful, huh."
"Not unbearable. Varies a lot; some barely bleed. Like... an earlobe nick?"
"Those hurt like hell! You gotten yours pierced? Botch it and tears flow, ack."
Hwayeon rubbed her left ear like it'd been sliced, groaning.
I glanced, stifled a laugh, and slid my hand from her shoulder to stroke her head.
"But not total agony, right? You got both done."
"Mm... if a pro does it, yeah, it's fine."
"Same deal. Girl's body matters, but how the guy eases it in changes everything."
"Eases how... what?"
"That cuddly stuff you mentioned, all sticky and sweet."
"Cuddly? Sticky?"
"Wrong? Snuggly-wugglies and sloshy-sloshy?"
"Sorry, no idea."
"Plain English... foreplay. How well you do it beforehand makes all the difference."
"Hngh?! F-fore... play...?"
Wild.
Pitch black all around, but her face lit up tomato-red clear as day.
'Can't dodge forever. Time to level up the lesson.'
I guided her flushed head to my chest.
She clung like hiding her face—or maybe just shy—while I kept stroking her nape, murmuring close to her burning ear.
"You asked earlier, remember? How good it feels, where exactly."
"Ugh, y-yeah... I did, bro."
"Sudden polite mode...? Anyway, that's why it's tough to answer straight. Guys too, but girls especially—foreplay satisfaction swings satisfaction big time."
"S-satisfaction...? That much difference?"
"Picture gel and careful pierce versus tweezers jab outta nowhere. Obvious which hurts."
"Ah, mm... got it. So foreplay's like lube?"
"Spot on. Prep with touch and tease, she gets wetter, easier entry."
"Wet? Y-you mean insert...?"
"Love juices flow, loosens up, smooth sailing."
"Hyah...! B-bro, why so graphic all sudden? You were beating around the bush..."
"Not freaking out too bad, though? In a cafe or bar, you'd bolt or slap me."
"Duh... I'd deck you. What kinda talk to your little sis?"
"Exactly the difference. Life's about steps, not just guy-girl stuff."
Me, once horrified by her ask, now cradling her, schooling her on sex.
Drama buildup, character arcs—felt it firsthand.
"Haa... mortifying, but clicks weirdly well. You teach weirdly good, bro? Popular with juniors?"
"Teach this? I'd be stuffed and mounted week one. Huge poster on the department board."
"Why? Late-night caring senior? Sounds hot."
"...That on purpose? Sass means you're comfy now?"
"Hehe, busted? Anyway, got it. Feels good, but depends on the person. First time, guy's role huge too... right?"
"Yeah, nailed it. Enough to advise your friends?"
"Somewhat? Few are super deep; can't promise."
"Deeper than you? They're not twenty? What do kids do these days..."
"Bro doing this in a motel with sis ain't one to talk."
Who dragged us here?
My fault for the spot, sure, but 99% her lead.
'Words only, you said, then roll around anyway. Unbelievable, tch... huh?'
Brother duty done, I eased away.
But her hand snaked around my back, blocking escape.
"But, bro."
"What now? More advancing?"
"Kinda... but listening sparked one curiosity."
"Shoot."
"How do you know all this so well? Lotsa sex?"
"What...? Brat, prying into your bro's life? Insane?"
"Can be curious! Guy side maybe, but girl details too spot-on... and we dunno if blood-related yet, tch."
"Blood or not, kid stuff's off-limits. Ponder my love life yourself."
"Fine, I'll tell sisters you're a two-timing player, one-night king?"
"Hey, slander! When'd I say that?"
"You said think whatever. Spill or I will. Dated? When? Who? How many as adult, huh?"
Sly, dragging sisters in, stubborn Hwayeon.
But spilling romance to family? Shy limit hit. Sex lecture easier.
"Or... trade for something else."
"What? Anything, deal."
"You've explained girl side all along?"
"Mm. Your advisees are girls. Tailor to listener... eek? Hey, hand!"
"Still owe my original ask. So, guys? How's it feel good, when excited? Huh?"
"Hwayeon, your hand's heading... ugh."
"Why? Bet worse with sisters."
"What? No, nothing with sisters beyond sleep..."
"Saw you hugging sisters loads. Asleep then too? Eyes-open cuddles?"
"No, told you. They were anxious, comforting turned to..."
"Comfort me too. Secrets hurt; no comfort, I'll pout and snitch."
"Threats...? Sigh, fine. Hands off butt first. Gonna knead it?"
What rattled her?
Ambiance? Secrets? Envy of experienced bro?
Baffled, I caved, hugging her sister-style.
So her butt-hand should've pulled away.
"Eek?! Brat, you just groped... seriously in trouble?"
"Thought before, one more weird thing."
"What. Hands off regardless..."
"Experienced girls say post-cum, guys smell fishy-thick."
"Huh? Our business?"
"Didn't think first, but remembered similar scent. Guess where?"
"No? More importantly, why care..."
"Your room trash. Emptied sometimes, reeked."
"...!"
How'd I miss?
Cleaning roster: Hwayeon vacuums, empties trash.
Habit made me sloppy.
"More tissues piled, stronger whiff. Semen... your jizz, right?"
Like Geumbi spotting cum in laundry.
Hwayeon sniffed trash.
Sisters indeed—same sleuthing. I swallowed, playing cool to wrap up.
"Yeah, true. So? My room, my mess—traces happen."
"Mm, alone fine."
"Good then? Now really separate..."
"But why same in Geumbi's room? Sujeong's post-shower bathroom too?"
"Ugh?! N-no, wh-what...?"
"Geumbi trash. Sujeong bathroom wall. Thought nothing before, but group sleep? Weird."
"Hwayeon, listen... I'll explain all. Misunderstanding, long story... hngh?!"
Chomp.
Her hand, testing pants, bit my butt cheek.
Eyes wide, gaze down: her sly squint greeted.
"So, adopted confirmed?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Sisters comfort you, one thing leads... that relationship?"
"No, Hwayeon. Calm, hear me... ow! Front no-no?!"
"Maybe... all that talk from sister experience?"
"Wh-what...?"
"Kinda pisses me off? I schemed hard for this intel. Sisters... explored your body ages ago."
"Hey, explore? No. Sisters never that far."
"Not that far...? Halfway then? Remember bar talk, 'progress' with sisters?"
"Ugh! Weren't you wasted? Memory like elephant... agh."
"Brooo. If sisters already... then right?"
Head nuzzling chest, I couldn't dodge bed-bound.
Her other hand gripped my crotch; secured, she glanced up smirking.
Charge hard, then hesitate late...
Only one reason.
"Try with me too, fine right? Yeah?"
Hwayeon, never failing to disappoint—in the worst way.
Last sanity: slap awake.
But...
"Or... am I not hot? Doesn't turn you on... discriminating sisters?"
Weak to family tears, kid or now.
She teared up on 'discrimination' button.
Whimper lost my boot chance.
She struck: hand dove pants.
"Not that, teach me too. Sisters hog you nightly... unfair."
"Guh?! Plaything? Mind leaped weird, really not... hey!"
Maybe rivalry, envy fueled her.
Curiosity plus not-lagging stubbornness ignited.
Hot fingertips touched it; she jolted, stared.
"Wh-what, eh? B-bro... this?"
"Told ya. Listen first."
Confession time.
Acted adult-calm bro, but no saint for cool in this.
My dick? Rock-hard in dark, long before.
"No boner here? Not a man... haa."
Sigh caught her indescribable face.
Self-inflicted shock? Whatever—I dropped decorum.
Flipped, mounted her.
She gawked, hands pinned, blinking.
"All you wanted? No backpedal."
"Eh? Uh? Wait, bro, what... hyah!?"
Her moan-scream echoed bed.
Phone buzzed drawer.
Ignored—or mistook for her tremors?
My hands just roamed her body.
Night deepened, mood ripened.
Ripe fruit: just pluck.