Phase 1: That Bitch Hee-kyung (19)
“Mm…”
Gone again.
The panties I’d stripped off before my shower had vanished once more. This made the fourth time, I think. Ever since that murky incident last time, I’d developed a habit of double-checking whether I’d tossed them into the washer before stepping under the water. The conclusion was simple: a thief existed.
“What the hell is that bitch Hee-kyung playing at?”
Anyone could see who the thief was. Mom would never do something like this. The only person who’d pull a stunt like that was Hee-kyung—the same girl I sucked on, licked, and groped whenever we got the chance. On top of that, she’d put me on a strict no-fap streak, so skinship from my side had dropped off hard while I tried to keep the promise. Of course she needed extra toys to scratch her own itch.
It wasn’t mere suspicion. Lately the little slut would wait until I only offered an arm pillow and pretended to be asleep, then grind her crotch against my thigh until she was half-satisfied, hug me tight again, and drift off—over and over.
“Does she have a scent fetish or something?”
I was still trying to seduce her, so I couldn’t exactly chew her out for it. All I could do was pay even more attention to hygiene myself.
After the shower I towel-dried my hair and checked myself out in the mirror. I wasn’t dieting, but I’d never been a big eater to begin with, so a decent amount of definition and abs showed through. Enough to make Hee-kyung drool if she saw it.
“Hoo.”
Mom was a morning person; once dinner was over she disappeared into her room and rarely came out again. On top of that, I’d worked a shift with Gyeong-jun and we’d even knocked back a few drinks, so it was the dead of night. If I opened this door and stepped inside, nothing would stand between me and Hee-kyung.
I’d just have to keep the noise down.
I took another deep breath. My cock was so hard it was twitching on its own like crazy. I found myself resenting the national anthem for not having sixteen verses. My heart hammered. I needed more time to settle down.
I was about to start another round of deep breaths and the anthem when the door burst open and Hee-kyung appeared.
“Huh? Hey, wait a sec—mmph!”
I frantically shouted for a time-stop, but it didn’t work the way it did in porn. Instead Hee-kyung smiled, looped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
Chuuup, churp.
Obscene wet sounds filled the air. She dragged me straight into the room, locked the door with practiced ease, and courted me through her lips with tiny, insistent gestures. She sucked hard on one corner of my mouth, then slowly traveled, lightly licking every crease and fold. When I parted my lips and offered just the tip of my tongue, she took it as permission and gave me a kiss—only for a moment, a very brief moment.
“Haup, churp, chuuuup!”
There was no teasing, no provocation. From the corner of my eye I saw Hee-kyung’s eyes were squeezed shut, completely focused on the kiss. Slow breathing, those cute yet greedy lips and tongue that kept demanding more of me, arms that held me like something precious. Was this how Hee-kyung acted when she was sincerely taking care of a man?
“Chup, chup, tsup.”
She left my lips and started planting kisses all over my face. She lightly nipped my earlobe, then lapped at my freshly shaved chin like a cat.
“Heung…”
Then another kiss. While our mouths stayed locked she steered me toward the blanket she’d already spread out. I read her intention and simply wrapped my arms around her as we lay down.
“Oppa, banzai.”
I raised both arms high on command. Hee-kyung peeled my shirt off with smooth efficiency.
“Waaah…”
As expected, the sight of my defined muscles and abs left her staring, lost.
“What? You want a taste?”
“Yeah… Oppa’s body is so cool.”
I’d said it cockily, hoping she wouldn’t notice how nervous I actually was. Instead Hee-kyung’s cheeks flushed soft pink and she gave a shy little nod. I’d braced myself for a rough comeback about not wanting to lose; the quiet agreement left me speechless.
While I scrambled for something to say, she pulled her own shirt off. The large breasts that had been hidden underneath bounced free, and a pair of slightly sheer black panties came into view.
“What’s this here? How’d you get it?”
Her fingers traced the long scar running along my side.
“Old part-time job. Got a little…”
“You never told me you got hurt.”
I couldn’t tell her. If she found out how it happened I had no idea how she’d react. That secret was probably going with me to the grave.
“It’s fine now, right?”
I patted her worried cheek.
“Of course.”
“Then… bon appétit.”
Huh? What?
A long tongue slid out of Hee-kyung’s mouth and rode up along the scar.
“Haup, tsup, uup.”
She wrapped it like she meant to bite a piece off, tongue and air together, and the sensation shot straight from the scar to my cock.
“Hey, hey—that’s just a scar. It’s dirty. Leave it alone.”
“It’s not dirty. It’s Oppa’s body.”
How did she keep saying things that made my heart race? Looking down, I found her eyes locked on mine, mouth open, deliberately showing me every movement of her tongue as it climbed the scar.
“Oppa’s body tastes good.”
“Isn’t it salty?”
When I was a kid I’d once sucked on a mosquito bite on my arm and it had been ridiculously salty. Hee-kyung gave a little chuckle.
“Oppa’s body just tastes good. I think I could get addicted. Haup.”
She sucked hard on the scar. Wet, filthy sounds spilled from my little sister’s mouth.
Tsuup, chuuuup~. Churp.
“This is tasty too.”
“And here.”
“Here.”
She moved slowly from the side scar—side, navel, then pubic bone—sucking hard and unhurried the whole way.
“Ha… Hee-kyung, that feels so good.”
The words slipped out before I knew it. Two weeks of denial plus my little sister’s hands and mouth was a lethal combination; I was already half out of my mind when that sentence left me.
“Do you… like me?”
It flipped that familiar switch of hers.
“Oppa, do you like me?”
Churp, chuk, lick.
“Yeah. I like you. There’s no woman like you.”
“Is Hee-kyung the best?”
“Obviously.”
“Do you like me the most?”
“I already said so.”
“…Heheh.”
After that it was a brand-new world I’d never seen or heard of.
“I’ll make Oppa feel the absolute best too.”
Her tongue reached the pubic bone. There was nowhere lower to go—my pants were in the way. But Hee-kyung simply fished her big brother’s cock out through the fly. Because she hadn’t pulled the pants down, the lower half of the rigid shaft stayed trapped in the fabric.
“Uum~ chup.”
She kissed the tip of the glans and sucked lightly.
“Uuung~.”
Her lips traveled down the shaft, planting kisses over every contour without missing a spot. As her mouth went lower, the pants went lower with it—she was easing them down in perfect sync. At last the pants came free and she tossed them aside.
Then Hee-kyung pressed her nose right against the base of my cock.
“Sniff… haah. Oppa’s dick smell.”
She inhaled however she liked. Her nose was buried under my balls while the upright shaft rested across her face, all the way past her eyes.
“Hee-kyung’s a pervert.”
“Yes. Hee-kyung is a pervert. A pervert who goes into heat from Oppa’s dick smell.”
“You like the smell of dick?”
“I like it because it’s Oppa’s dick.”
“Then suck the dick you like so much.”
“Haha! ‘Suck it,’ my ass.”
She suddenly burst out laughing. My pride took a hit. After a moment of floundering I had no choice but to start begging my little sister.
“Come on, why? You got this far and you’re not gonna suck it?”
“I think I’ve already sucked plenty. I gave you a ton of kisses too.”
“You’ve got to suck the most important part. That’s the main event.”
“Says who? I decide what the main event is.”
I was going insane. She held the reins, so even when things were going perfectly she could yank the wheel and kill the entire mood. The frustration was pushing me past impatience straight into madness.
“You like me, don’t you.”
“Mm~, do I?”
The little head-tilt would normally have made my heart flutter because it was cute. Right now it fluttered for a completely different reason—the fear that I might walk away empty-handed. That fear made me rush.
“What do you mean ‘do I’? Would you do all this if you didn’t like me?”
“Heheh. Do I?”
Her attitude was so different from a minute ago that anger flared instead.
“Why are you being so expensive?”
“I am expensive. Especially with you.”
I snapped the words out of pure irritation, but the way she brushed them off only made me madder. Should I just pin her down? No. No. If I forced it I might get one time. And then it would be goodbye to Hee-kyung forever. Even getting that one time would be pure luck.
Irritation boiled over. I rolled onto my side.
“Oppa mad?”
“I’m tired. Going to sleep.”
“No. Oppa hasn’t even cum yet.”
“What’s the point of cumming.”
“But you held out for two whole weeks.”
“I’ll hold out one more day.”
“With it standing like that?”
“Mind your own business.”
I was screwed. I’d let the sulking show completely. How pathetic, acting this petty in front of a girl—yet I still resented Hee-kyung for refusing even a single blowjob. Two weeks. A full two weeks. After everything I’d endured, tears of pure injustice even pricked at my eyes.
“Aigoo, Oppa.”
“I said it’s fine.”
“Hey. Don’t kill the mood. Get up right now.”
“It’s oka—”
“I said get up. You hear me?”
The low, cold voice made me sit up at once. Hee-kyung was already kneeling in front of me. Wait—this position…?
“Eum… heuum…”
She stared hard at my cock from below, that unreadable expression on her face. Looking closer, I realized she was just as worked up. Flushed cheeks, slightly dazed eyes; she kept opening her mouth toward my dick, sticking her tongue out a little, then pulling it back. She’d clearly wanted to suck it for a while now.
“If you want to suck it, you can.”
“Ha. Look at you acting all high and mighty.”
“You want to suck it too.”
“Ha!”
“No?”
“Do I?”
“Really no?”
“Oppa.”
“What?”
“Actually… yes.”
It happened in a flash. That big mouth of Hee-kyung’s opened and she swallowed the thick, long cock all the way to the throat in one go. Even standing free it reached my navel—and she took the whole thing in a single mouthful.
“Euup! Koop… keheok!”
It was too big after all. After gagging a couple of times she looked straight up at me and grinned.
Tsuuuuup!
How did it feel? At first, just having it inside her mouth was warm and soft, almost cozy rather than explosive. The real turn-on was the sight of Hee-kyung with my cock stuffed in her face, lips stretched. But the suction that followed forced me to glimpse a fragment of heaven.
“Chuuuuup—! Puha! See? Oppa acting all big when you’re just—huh? Oppa?”
I couldn’t stop it. From the throbbing shaft standing alone, the aftershock of that heaven began surging hard. I hadn’t even touched myself. Hee-kyung had sucked once and stopped—yet the twitching grew faster and faster.
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uuuuh?!”
Sensing something wrong, she reflexively cupped both hands around the tip of my glans—
Burrrrrrrt—!
—and I unloaded two weeks’ worth of cum straight into her palms with full force.
“Hoo… hoo…!”
It wouldn’t stop. Every twitch forced out another thick spurt until her hands overflowed and the excess ran between her fingers.
Tudduk. Tuk.
Two weeks of semen was an enormous amount. The sound of it hitting the blanket was heavy and wet. Even after the spasms finally eased, my cock… didn’t go soft. It stood proud and hard as if it had never come at all.
“Ahahahaha! What the hell is this? Ahahaha! So fucking funny!”
“……”
“You came so much. Look—it’s a whole handful in my palms.”
…Fuck.
“I need to wash up. With my hands like this… Oppa, open the bathroom door for me.”
…Fuck.
“Huh? Hurry. If I open it myself your cum will get everywhere.”
…Fuck!
With no other choice I walked over, cock still standing, and opened the room door. I escorted Hee-kyung the short distance across the hall to the bathroom and opened that door too.
“I’ll clean up real quick~. Oppa, take care of the blanket for me, okay?”
She bumped the bathroom door shut with her hip. It didn’t close all the way.
“Sniff… haah…”
From inside came the sound of someone inhaling deeply. Realization hit me like a slap.
Was that it? Just end it here?
No. Absolutely not.
Hee-kyung had just sucked my cock. Wasn’t this… an opportunity? Wasn’t this a signal?
As if something had possessed me, I carefully pushed the bathroom door open again. There she was, lightly sniffing the pool of cum still cupped in her hands.
“Huk? O-Oppa?”
And that was how I pounced from behind on Hee-kyung, whose hands were sealed shut by my own semen.