Phase 1: That Bitch Hee-kyung (4)
I was left speechless. As her older brother, I wanted to put on a show of anger and brazenly declare that there was nothing wrong with a guy getting hard, but doing that—acting all high and mighty when I was the one in the wrong—would make me the spitting image of our father, so I couldn't even twitch my tongue.
Hee-kyung didn't seem to be waiting for an answer either, and said nothing more.
She simply stroked the tip of her older brother's swollen cockhead with her thumb, very slowly, the way you'd pet a puppy. The sensation was truly electric and spine-tingling.
"You two done talking?"
Mom approached the door after noticing the crying had stopped.
I flinched again at the sight of her—for a second I thought a slightly more mature version of my little sister had just appeared.
But the moment I registered that it was Mom, cold sweat poured down my back.
We'd nearly been caught: her son with a hard-on for his sister right in front of her, and her daughter fondling that same son's cock.
I say "nearly" because luckily, when Mom stood at the door and looked our way, all she could see was one of Hee-kyung's arms wrapped around my waist and my back.
"Hee-kyung, you okay now? Why were you crying?"
"I'm all done crying."
She answered cheerfully on purpose so as not to worry Mom, but her eyes were still red-rimmed.
As she poked her head out beside me to answer, her left hand left my cockhead and skillfully tugged my pants back up over it.
Once my pants fully covered my cock, I felt a twinge of regret—yeah, I was well and truly fucked in the head.
"So why were you crying?"
"My hair's a mess like this and he won't even give me money for the salon!"
"It's before Oppa's tutoring pay comes in. What money is he supposed to have?"
"Then you give it to me, Mom. How's a girl supposed to go outside with her hair like this!"
This fucking bitch. She really thinks Mom's a soft touch, doesn't she?
Mom was at a loss too.
The girl had only been bawling because she couldn't get money, and since Mom just took it without a word of scolding, the kid was getting this cocky.
I opened my mouth to say something as her older brother, but Hee-kyung must have seen the glare between my brows, because she struck back at once.
She pinpointed the balls of my cock—which had been starting to soften—and gently cupped them in her palm.
The way she softly kneaded my balls was lewd enough, but since it was over my jeans I barely felt anything.
Still, the simple fact that a girl was handling me this devotedly got me mentally worked up all over again and made my wilting cock stand straight and hard once more.
"Hey. Go wash up."
"Why?"
"You planning to hit the salon with your hair all greasy like that?"
Hee-kyung's eyes narrowed slyly.
Now that she saw the signs she was about to get what she wanted, the speed of her ball-stroking slowed even further, turning into something truly tender and lingering.
I sighed and nodded. To Mom it probably looked like I was grudgingly giving in, but it was just me letting out the heat of my arousal.
"But you're coming with me."
"What? Why!"
The bitch clenched her older brother's balls in a hard grip just because she didn't like what she heard.
"If I send you alone you'll just slip off somewhere else."
"I won't!"
"Like hell you won't. You're staying home until the neighborhood calms down."
"And how long is that supposed to take?"
I don't know, you little bitch. You've been whoring around for nearly ten years and you think the whole neighborhood is going to forget about you in a few days?
We locked eyes and entered a staring contest; only then did my cock, which had been standing sky-high, finally go completely soft.
Hee-kyung looked up at me with a sulky face, then after a moment dropped her gaze and surrendered.
She must have decided that since she'd already gotten the first thing she wanted, pushing any further would be too hard.
But that sly little bitch lightly slapped her older brother's balls a couple of times with her palm before announcing she was going to wash up and leaving the room.
"Even though you don't have any money…"
"I've been careful with what I spend, so I've got enough for her haircut."
"But you won't have any living expenses left…"
"Here. Take this."
I pulled a fifty-thousand-won bill from my wallet and held it out to Mom.
"Oh, honey! No, I'm fine. You use it, Gyeong-hun."
The way she waved her hands in surprise looked so much like a demure Hee-kyung that I was briefly startled.
No matter that they were mother and daughter, how could they resemble each other this much? If her hair hadn't been tied back, she wouldn't have looked her age at all.
I forced the surprise down and firmly pressed the money into Mom's hand.
"I'm giving it just in case. Don't wait up for us today. If we're late, just order delivery for yourself."
"Why? Are you going somewhere with Hee-kyung?"
"As if."
I was doing this precisely because I was worried about the opposite.
"What if I take her out and she bolts the second she gets a chance? I'll have to catch her right then and there."
Only after hearing that did Mom's face darken with worry as she accepted the money.
"Alright. You go through the trouble for us. I'm always worried she'll keep running around outside like that and then suddenly come home pregnant."
Whether she knew about her family's concerns or not, Hee-kyung came out shaking her seaweed-wet hair and asked with an innocent face,
"Hey, you're gonna give me fifty thousand too, right? Like you just gave Mom?"
I wanted to slap her across the ear.
It was only the salon right in front of our place, yet Hee-kyung dragged out her preparations so long I thought I was going to die of rage.
"Why the hell are you putting on makeup just to go to the salon?"
"This isn't makeup. It's just the basics."
"If you squeezed it out and spread it on your face, it's makeup."
"Fuck off."
"You little shit. Watch your mouth."
"Did talking pretty make it stand last time?"
I scowled and glared; she didn't back down and flipped me the middle finger instead.
I'd raised her completely wrong.
When she was little she clung to me so much that I spoiled her rotten, and now she'd turned into this arrogant slut of a sister.
I sighed, wondering when she'd grow up enough to stop talking about her brother's cock out loud in public and start helping Mom.
"You've gotten a little bigger, huh?"
"Tsk! You fucking bitch!"
"Why are you yelling and making a scene!"
She was the one yelling at the top of her lungs right now.
We reached the salon in no time.
It was a place we'd frequented since we were kids, so the owner recognized us at once and came out to greet us.
"Hee-kyung, long time no see!"
"Hello."
"You've gotten so pretty. Must have lots of guys after you—got a boyfriend? A boyfriend?"
There were so many guys I wanted to grind them all up and scatter them as fertilizer over some countryside rice paddies.
She already knew everything and still asked on purpose; I couldn't tell if she was trying to flatter us or just needle us.
The owner was older than Mom and the undisputed local fixture of the neighborhood.
She had decent hands and a chatty streak, the type who made her living off the regular ajummas who came to shoot the breeze and hang out for hours.
It was much cheaper than other places, so I kept coming too, but that unreadable chattiness of hers meant she never stopped talking while she cut your hair, and that was the real drawback—it wore you out.
"Auntie, just trim my hair for me."
"…Oh my god, who did this to a girl's hair! Your dad? It was your dad, wasn't it? Aigoo, that man is no human being, really."
The moment Hee-kyung took off the hat she'd been wearing pulled low, the owner saw the uneven mess of hair and immediately guessed who was responsible, looking utterly appalled.
Mom was one of her regulars, so she knew exactly what our household was like.
That was why she kept acting so familiar and it irritated me, but I couldn't firmly tell Mom not to hang out with this woman.
She was the only person Mom, who was otherwise stuck at home, ever went out and talked to.
Why else would a salon owner pushing fifty with sagging tits and a ruined belly, or the ajummas her age, take in our Mom who still looked young and refined like a Seoul city girl?
When lonely, exhausted Mom finally opened up about her life, they must have thought, Perfect! Even a pretty thing like her can end up this miserable after marrying the wrong man! That was the part they liked, so they kept her around—it was obvious even to me as a guy.
But those same ajummas who accepted her into their circle also brought her food and took her out when they went places, so it was the only refuge Mom had while she was rotting inside because of Dad. I couldn't say a word.
If Mom looked like a pushover to this owner, it was easy to guess how she saw us kids.
"No dye today?"
"Just a trim, please. Dyeing and stuff can wait until it grows out again."
"Oh come on, Auntie will make it look nice. Once it's trimmed the style will really pop, you know? Trim and dye right away—that'd be perfect."
"Let's just trim it first and see."
"Alright, alright. We'll look again after the trim."
Even the regular ajummas knew she used cheap dye and just looked the other way, yet she was still trying to hard-sell it to Hee-kyung.
When Hee-kyung, who was normally warm with people, kept refusing without even smiling, the owner grumbled as she spread the cape around her neck.
She was definitely good at cutting, though. A few snips of the scissors and the length was already under control; a few more comb-throughs and snips, and Hee-kyung had transformed into a girl with pretty long straight hair falling below her shoulders.
"How's that? Killer, right? Get the dye too before you go."
"Next time."
"Aww, come on, I'll make you look pretty."
The way she kept standing there and needling us after we'd already refused made it clear she was looking down on us, and I got pissed.
An uncomfortable, foul silence stretched for a moment; I couldn't take it anymore and spoke to Hee-kyung.
"Hey, what are you doing? If she's done cutting, get up already and quit the games. Mom said to bring you straight home."
I pulled out my wallet at the same time and asked how much.
"…Twenty thousand."
Fuck, this goddamn bitch. I know for a fact a women's haircut is eighteen thousand!
I didn't want to look at her dirty face any longer, so I obediently laid two ten-thousand-won bills on the counter, grabbed Hee-kyung's hand, and walked straight out.
I felt filthy and heavy-hearted and just stared straight ahead as I walked.
It was pitiful and infuriating that Mom had married the wrong man and now even got looked down on by a near-con-artist neighborhood salon owner.
At the same time I was equally angry that Mom acted like such a pushover that the rest of us got wholesale contempt right along with her.
"Oppa, don't. You're scaring me."
The sudden voice made me stop and look back at my little sister.
Seeing Hee-kyung gazing up at me with worried eyes, all the fight drained out of me at once.
"There's a chicken place! Let's get chicken! And a big cola too!"
Come to think of it, because Dad had been camping outside our door, Hee-kyung hadn't eaten a proper meal in weeks.
I sighed and headed for the chicken shop, ordered half seasoned and half fried, and stood waiting while the bitch started grumbling again.
"Let go of my hand."
"Now that your hair's cut you won't look weird no matter where you run off to."
She was quick on her feet; if she bolted there would be no catching her.
I'd had to keep watch over Hee-kyung more than once or twice after she got into trouble with guys and got dragged home, and every single time she escaped by some bizarre method and made a complete fool of me, so I couldn't let my guard down.
A little later, when we took the bag of cooked chicken and started for home, the two of us were still holding hands.
Because we were linked that way, Hee-kyung walked pressed right up against my side.
But it wasn't only our bodies that were pressed close.
Even in our interlaced fingers, Hee-kyung's thumb kept slowly stroking the back of my hand like a caress, the way you'd treat a lover.
No matter what a slut she was, was she really that starved for a man that she'd fondle her own older brother's cock? It was infuriating, yet at the same time the tender, unhurried movement of her hand filled me with a pleasant flutter, and I found myself gently pulling Hee-kyung even closer.