Close Siblings' Secret: Sucking Chaeyoung's Pussy with My Mouth. Pretty and Pure Lee Chaeyoung's Pussy. Her Brother, Me, Sucking It with My Mouth.
"...Got it. But you handle the gochu with your hands. If I'm focusing down below with my mouth, I can't reach up there."
"Okay."
Chaeyoung grabbed the gochu without a second word, like it was the most natural thing. Just like I'd taught her yesterday—lotion on her hands, gripping it like an egg. She was already a pro at it.
I slid down lower. Spread her thighs and brought my face between them. Up close, the setup was crystal clear. The gochu stood tall up top, balls hanging right below. And beneath that was her pussy. A bit awkward with the balls in the way, but I just pushed them up with my hand.
I exhaled. My warm breath hit her sensitive spot, and Chaeyoung's thighs twitched.
"...Oppa?"
"Here goes."
I leaned in, stuck out my tongue. Touched the slit.
"...Hngh-?!"
Just a touch. But her reaction was huge. Her hips bucked up reflexively, thighs clamping shut. My head got trapped between those plush thighs. Totally understandable. A tongue feels nothing like fingers—warm, soft, wet, right on her most sensitive place.
"Relax. Your legs."
"...Can't."
Can't, huh. I forced them apart anyway. Her soft thighs trembled. I started slow. Tongue tip only. Up from bottom to top. Down again. Licking the split like tending a wound, gentle and careful.
"Ha, ah... Oppa, that, that's..."
Words failing her. Sentences wouldn't form. The top student had lost her Korean. Or English, whatever.
Taste? Nothing special. A little salty, a little musky. Exactly as expected. But who cared. The point was the act itself. I'm licking my little sister's pussy. And she's jerking my gochu.
Her hand was busy. Up and down on the gochu. Rhythm all over the place, though. The sensations from below were too intense; she couldn't focus on her hand.
I felt it too—the gochu sensations. Her irregular strokes. Start-stop, over and over. Still felt damn good.
I picked up the pace. Broad licks across the whole thing, then up top. That spot where she'd reacted biggest to my finger yesterday.
"Ah, ack?! Oppa, there, not th-there!"
Yeah. Right here. Clitoris. I zeroed in. Circled it with my tongue tip. Like a guy's glans. Most sensitive spot. Hooded by skin, so indirect stimulation only. Insanely sensitive, insanely good.
Her thighs squeezed my head. Hand gripped my hair.
"Ha, ah, Oppa... Oppa...!"
Her hand on the gochu sped up. Turned on by the pussy pleasure, she got rougher there too. Rhythm steadied into a frenzy.
Sensations hit me from both ends. Her hand squeezing my gochu. My tongue on her pussy. And her thighs pressing my head down, aroused.
"Oppa, I, I'm gonna—!"
I didn't stop. Neither tongue nor her hand.
"Oppa—!!"
Climax hit. Together. Gochu erupted. Splattered across her stomach. Her pussy clenched too. Thighs crushed my head as her whole body spasmed.
Double explosion. Ejaculation sensations flooded me. I gritted my teeth, face buried in her thighs. Warm. Cozy. Nose and mouth smothered in her pussy.
We stayed like that awhile. Her body shook for ages. Couldn't move. Thighs tensed and relaxed in waves. Her grip on my hair didn't loosen.
Finally, the tremors faded. Her happy death-grip released. I lifted my head. Looked at her face. Tears streaked her eyes. Mouth half-open. Eyes refocusing slowly.
"...How was it?"
I asked. Long pause before she spoke.
"...Thought I was dying. For real."
She always says she's dying, but here she is, alive.
"Nothing like hands..."
Chaeyoung stared at the ceiling, limp as a rag. Zero strength left.
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"Every day."
"...Every day?"
"Every day."
I grabbed tissues, wiped her stomach, thinking. Two days ago, just handjobs on the gochu. Yesterday, hands on tits and pussy. Today, mouth. What tomorrow?
She was sinking deeper. Not just her—me too. Touching her body. Watching her feel it. Hearing her moan my name as she came.
"Depends how good you are."
I want it daily too. But I played coy, set conditions.
"Okay."
She answered like she got it.
"I'll listen to Oppa from now on."
Chaeyoung smiled. Beautiful smile. Exhausted. Satisfied. And excited for more.
"Let's wash up, Oppa. Help me up."
I took her hand, pulled her up. Got dragged along. To the bathroom.
"Wait, why me too?"
"Shower together. We used to."
Used to. How long ago?
"You too, Oppa. Strip."
She was already naked. Shower on, water cascading over pale skin.
Hesitated at "strip." But nothing to be shy about. The embarrassing male part was on her now. My groin? Flat as a board.
Off came the tee. Pants. Underwear.
"..."
Her gaze changed. Scanned me top to bottom. Same eyes I'd used on her yesterday. Inspecting.
"Oppa's shoulders are broad."
"...Thanks?"
"Abs too."
"Not sure that's a compliment."
Eyes dropped lower. My crotch. Where gochu should be.
"...Really gone."
"On you."
"I know, but... seeing it? Wild."
She stepped closer. Water between us. Reached out. Fingertip to my lower belly, old gochu spot.
"...What're you doing?"
"Just... touching. It was here, right?"
Tingly. Her finger traced empty groin. Smooth. No scars, no marks. Like it never existed.
"Weird. Not like a girl's... just... nothing."
"Kinda trippy."
"No feeling?"
"Nah. Just a little ticklish."
True. Skin sensation only. No sexual nerves. All wired to her now.
She poked around curiously. Mirrored me exploring her gochu yesterday.
"...Done?"
"Yeah. Super weird."
She looked up. Close. Shower pouring on us. Wet hair plastered to her face.
"Want me to wash you, Oppa?"
"...Sure."
The same Chaeyoung who'd just promised to obey. Washing me to impress?
Body wash in her palms. Lathered up, hands on my back. Slid from shoulders to waist.
"Not much muscle."
"Don't work out."
"Do Pilates like Mom."
"Guys don't."
"Pilates was invented by a man, I heard."
Hands thorough on my back. That diligent streak never quits.
"Turn."
I did. Foam on my chest. Both hands rubbing, looking up. Ticklier up front.
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"You wash me too."
Body wash for me. Lathered. Hands on her shoulders. Slim. Fragile.
Soap down collarbone. Back first. So slender, spine visible. Traced waistline.
She dipped her head. Water down her neck.
"...Front too."
Quiet voice. Turned her. Wet face. Lashes dripping.
Foam on tits first. Soft. Always new. Irresistible give under suds.
Eyes half-closed.
"Mm..."
Just washing. Washing.
Down belly. To gochu. She hitched breath as suds hit it. I felt it too—slippery wrap.
"...Oppa. That's not washing."
"Soaping up."
"Pretty thorough for soap."
"Gotta be thorough. Especially gochu and pussy."
She laughed. Splatted foam on my abs.
"Hey."
"You started it."
"Oh, I did, huh?"
"Eek!"
Foam war. Her on my chest, me on her shoulders. Slippery bodies bumping in tight bathroom. Laughter everywhere.
"Stop!"
"Take that!"
She slipped aiming for my neck. I caught her waist. Faces close. Her wet eyes right there.
"..."
"..."
Froze. Water drummed. Then I noticed. Hard press against my belly. Gochu rock-hard.
No one's fault. Me groping her body, turned on. Her against mine, same. Our arousals met at one gochu.
"...Grown."
Eyes down.
"Yeah."
"Whose fault?"
"Both."
She smirked. I released her waist.
"Rinse first. Soap bad for gochu."
"Okay."
Rinsed each other. Backs, hair. She stood docile, eyes shut, head back. Like a tame cat.
Shower off. Towels. Out naked. Back to my room.
Chaeyoung followed like it was hers. Towel on head. Sat on bed.
"Oppa. One more time."
Chaeyoung said it flat-out, gochu hard and unhidden.