Close Siblings' Secret (2)
“Wanna do it again?”
“Bro still up for it?”
The gochu was still standing tall. It hadn't gone down even while we were washing up. My gochu was making its presence known from Chaeyoung's body. I'm Ready.
“Twice is okay, I guess.”
“Then let's do it again, bro.”
“Right after washing up?”
“We can just wash again.”
Irrefutable logic. Classic Chaeyoung problem-solving. Get dirty again? Wash again. Simple.
“……Fine.”
Chaeyoung lay back on my bed, satisfied with my answer. Her damp hair spread out across the pillow. Droplets still clung to her pale skin. Freshly showered, she smelled like soap, her skin soft and moist.
“This time, do both from the start.”
“……Both?”
“The gochu's had a break, so it's fine. Like before, mouth on one and gochu at the same time.”
“I told you my hands can't reach.”
“Then I'll handle the gochu. You just focus down there.”
Division of labor. Efficient.
Same setup as before.
“Pussy with mouth. Gochu with your hand. Breasts?”
“Your hand.”
“I've only got two hands.”
“One on breast. Mouth on pussy. Gochu with my hand, other hand on breast.”
Chaeyoung's optimization skills were being applied to masturbation layouts.
“……Got it. Let's start.”
This time, we had more leeway than before. The tension from the first round was gone. Her body, my body—both relaxed.
I placed a hand on her breast. Freshly washed, smooth as silk. Soap scent rising. Mouth down below. Her hand on the gochu.
A triple play.
We started slower than last time. No rush. Mom wouldn't be back till dinner, the day was long, and it was just us in the house.
“Ha…… bro……”
Chaeyoung's voice was softer than before. Not desperate, just comfortable. Pleasure building leisurely.
The sound of water from the bathroom still echoed in my ears. Chaeyoung's laughter, the bubble war, the feel of her slippery waist when I caught her.
What a weird day. Wiping her after she peed in the morning, jerking her off, showering together, jerking off again.
But it wasn't just weird. There was Chaeyoung's laughter in between, sibling banter, the bubble fight. Time spent with my little sister.
“Bro…… bro……”
Chaeyoung called my name. Called me bro.
Even with her right there below me, she sought her bro. Even as I ate her pussy, she imagined her bro.
The second climax hit deeper than the first. As slow as we'd built it.
Her whole body trembled, and so did mine. Semen shot out, splattering across Chaeyoung's stomach and breasts.
A while later, we both lay limp, staring at the ceiling.
“……Gotta wash again.”
I said.
“……Yeah.”
“Such a hassle.”
“Tell me about it.”
We both laughed. And didn't move.
Lying side by side on the bed, bodies sticky, just staring at the ceiling.
“Bro.”
“Yeah.”
“Today was fun.”
Fun. I'd jerked her off, and she calls it fun.
But it wasn't wrong. It was fun for me too.
“……Yeah, for me too.”
Chaeyoung's hand brushed the back of mine lightly. Then pulled away. Barely a touch—hard to say if it even happened.
Then it hit me late: she'd smeared semen on the back of my hand.
I glared, and she giggled with a pffft, that cute laugh I hadn't seen since we were kids.
“C'mon, bro, time to wash up. Help me up.”
“You said that last time too.”
“Your fault I'm worn out.”
I took her hand and pulled her up. Second time.
But this time was different from before. As she got up from the bed, she lunged straight at me. Hugged me tight.
Her goal? Smearing the semen from her breasts and stomach onto me too.
Kid-level prank.
“Hey!”
“Ahaha!”
Chaeyoung bolted from the room like she was fleeing, and I chased after.
We tumbled into the bathroom together, both naked.
“Eek! You were gonna wash anyway.”
“I could've just washed my hands!”
“Showering together's nice, though.”
She giggled back. She had a point.
Showering with Chaeyoung was surprisingly nice.
“Fine. Together it is.”
“Yeah. I'll wash yours.”
Chaeyoung eyed the semen she'd smeared on me during the hug. Then scooped a bit with her finger and popped it in her mouth.
“Mmm. Weird taste.”
She dipped her finger again and held it out to me.
“Wanna try, bro?”
“Hell no.”
For some reason, Chaeyoung popped it back in her own mouth. Then—
“Mm?!”
She grabbed my cheeks with both hands and kissed me.
Soft lips. They overlapped, her tongue slipping into my mouth. Faint semen taste.
But I had no room to care about that. I'd just kissed my sister—Chaeyoung.
Not just a peck. A real kiss, tongues and all, no holding back.
Maybe she was just pranking, wanting to make me taste it too… but for the one on the receiving end, it stirred up all kinds of thoughts.
I'd already eaten her pussy, so making a fuss over a kiss felt silly, but still.
“Your mouth tastes weird, bro.”
She grumbled, after forcing the kiss on me.
“……That's 'cause I was eating your pussy earlier.”
“My pussy doesn't taste like that!”
Chaeyoung snapped back, indignant. Not like the sharp Chaeyoung at all—pure illogic.
“You tried it? Know what your pussy tastes like?”
“Well… no, but.”
“I have. And what it tastes like is—”
“Ah! No! Banned! You can't say that!”
She knew exactly what I was gonna say and clamped my mouth shut in a panic.
“You said my semen tastes weird too.”
“I won't anymore. Your semen tastes good. Happy?”
Happy? No.
And I wasn't dying to hear how great my semen tasted. I knew it was nasty just from the smell.
“Fine. I'll wash you clean. Drop it.”
So we showered again. Thoroughly. Every inch, on each other.
After the second shower, Chaeyoung followed me back to my room. Naked, of course.
But she didn't say “let's do it again.” Instead, she opened my closet.
“Lemme borrow some clothes, bro.”
“……Why mine?”
“Too lazy to go to my room.”
She pulled on one of my T-shirts. It fit me fine, but on her, it hung down to mid-thigh like a dress.
“Pants?”
“This is good.”
Just the T-shirt. Nothing underneath. No panties. No bra.
The gochu dangling between her legs was barely hidden by the hem.
I threw on some shorts and sat on the bed. Chaeyoung right next to me.
But she didn't ask me to do it. Just flopped face-down on my bed and pulled out her phone.
“……Not gonna ask?”
“Huh?”
“You followed me here, so I figured you'd want to go again.”
“Twice a day, morning and night—that's the limit, right? We used today's quota.”
She'd learned. For real.
Just two days ago, this was the girl trying for eight times a day.
“I'll just hang here instead.”
“Not going to your room?”
“Nah. This is better.”
Chaeyoung hugged my pillow and sprawled out, scrolling on her phone. Legs kicking idly. T-shirt riding up and down.
I sat in my desk chair, trying to scroll mine. But I couldn't focus.
Chaeyoung was on my bed. Wearing my T-shirt, hugging my pillow, rolling around on my sheets.
“Bro.”
“Yeah.”
“What's your Netflix password?”
“Don't use my account. Ruins the algorithm.”
“Aww.”
“……Last four: 0824.”
Her birthday. Bro using his sister's birthday as a password. I'd been too embarrassed to admit it, but she didn't seem to catch on.
I figured mine would get hacked quick, so I used yours. I'd even prepped that excuse.
Lucky.
Chaeyoung started something. On speaker.
Drama sounds filled my room.
“Use earphones.”
“Watch with me, bro.”
“……”
I ended up on the bed after all. Lying side by side with Chaeyoung, heads together over the tiny screen.
“This guy's hot.”
“Where?”
“His face.”
“That's just handsome. Different from hot.”
“How?”
“Hot's vibe. Handsome's looks.”
“And you?”
“Me?”
“You're neither.”
“Thanks.”
“But that's fine. You're comfy.”
Comfy. Compliment or not?
One episode ended. I spaced out beside her.
She started the next. I wasn't hooked but didn't tell her to stop.
I didn't mind rolling around next to Chaeyoung.
“Bro.”
“Yeah.”
“No one at school does this with me.”
“This?”
“Just…… being next to me. Casually.”
Chaeyoung spoke without looking up from her phone. Playing it cool. But her voice was quieter.
“Everyone's nice to me at school. But no one's really comfy. Always been that way.”
“……”
“But with you, bro…… I am. Always have been.”
Always.
But she hadn't always acted comfy around me. Cold shoulder, never coming to my room, staring at her phone at dinner.
I didn't say that.
Instead: “Me too.”
Chaeyoung turned her head slightly to look at me. Then back to the screen. Her ears were red.
Another episode ended. She didn't start the next.
Instead, she seemed lost in thought.
“……Bro.”
“Yeah.”
“How was it earlier?”
“What.”
“The kiss. In the bathroom.”
That one. When she grabbed my cheeks and planted one on me. Supposed to be a semen-taste prank.
Her tongue had slipped in.
“Fine.”
“Fine how?”
“……Fine. It was good.”
The words slipped out. No thinking. Honest.
Chaeyoung looked at me. I looked at her.
Heads turned while lying side by side. So close. Noses almost touching.
“Wanna try again?”
Her voice was small. Not like the playful bathroom peck. Serious.
“……You want to?”
“You said it was good.”
Not an answer. Hiding behind my words.
“Did you like it?”
“……Yeah.”
Tiny voice. Barely audible.
“Then.”
I tilted my head. She tilted hers the opposite way. Slowly.
Closer. Touching.
This time, no prank.
No semen taste, no showing off.
Just lips meeting. Soft. Quiet.
Chaeyoung closed her eyes. Me too.
Lips only. No tongues.
Just overlapping. Breathing each other.
Don't know how many seconds. We parted.
Chaeyoung opened her eyes. Up close, they were moist. She was smiling.
“……Better than before.”
“No semen taste?”
“Idiot.”
She laughed and shoved my shoulder lightly. Then picked up her phone. Started the next episode.
Like nothing happened.
But her shoulder now leaned against mine. A new touch.
Her warmth traveled through my arm.
In the drama, someone spoke, someone laughed, someone cried. I heard none of it.
Just the warmth of the person beside me.
The sun dipped low. Afternoon light slanted through the window.
Before I knew it, Chaeyoung had fallen asleep, head on my shoulder. Phone slipped from her hand onto the blanket.
The drama had auto-played four more episodes.
I looked down at her sleeping face. Long lashes. Perky nose. Lips slightly parted.
Pretty.
My sister was pretty.
The gochu twitched faintly. On her body, not mine.
Hold it together. She's sleeping.
Checked the clock. 5:30. Mom would be home soon.
“Chaeyoung.”
“……”
“Wake up. Almost dinner.”
“……Mm.”
She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Her head lifted from my shoulder. Pillow mark on her cheek.
“What time?”
“5:30.”
“……Mom.”
She bolted up. Who knows how many times today.
She started to leave in my T-shirt but paused.
“Bro.”
“Yeah.”
“Today was really fun.”
Same words as before. But heavier now.
“……Yeah.”
Chaeyoung smiled and left the room. To hers.
Door closing. No lock click today, either.