Phase 1. That Slut Hui-gyeong (5)
I came home early carrying chicken, and Mom, who'd been moping about having to eat dinner alone, openly cheered like she'd just won the lottery.
On top of that, the daughter who did nothing but cause trouble had come home quietly for once—how could she not be over the moon?
While the three of us ate chicken cheerfully without Dad around, I watched Mom's face and casually dropped the line.
"I'm putting that slut Hui-gyeong in my room for a while."
"What? Why! No way!"
I'd been talking to Mom, but my shameless little sister—already tearing into her second chicken leg—piped up in protest.
"Why all of a sudden?"
Mom asked too, chewing innocently with her mouth full.
At moments like this Mom looked younger than Hui-gyeong.
Holding both of them in my mind at once, I found myself comparing Mom's breasts to my little sister's without even meaning to.
Mom's looked at least a D-cup—modest yet fully ripened. Modest because she wore a bra even at home, covering her nipples; ripened because they were clearly bigger than Hui-gyeong's and looked soft and yielding at a glance.
Hui-gyeong's sat at a packed B-to-C, but she was the type who looked skinny once she put clothes on, so they never really stood out. Earlier, though, when I'd hugged her and really enjoyed those breasts, the firm, proud outline of her tits had been unmistakable even without a bra—young and assertive. Even now, braless, her nipples poked straight through, free-spirited yet holding their shape like they had their own convictions.
To put it simply: Mom's breasts looked perfect for sliding a cock between those heavy mounds that seemed ready to spill over, while Hui-gyeong's were ideal for wrapping an arm around, cupping the underside with one hand, and gently teasing the nipple with a thumb.
The second that thought hit me I startled hard. My dick was already standing at attention, and the fact that I'd had filthy thoughts not just about Hui-gyeong but about Mom too left me stunned. And once again I was shocked that imagining dirty things with Hui-gyeong brought zero guilt.
While I sat there blank from the blow, Mom asked again, annoyed.
"Why are you just staring without answering?"
"Uh..."
I mumbled, looking at her. The more I looked, the more her face resembled a gentler version of Hui-gyeong's. Her mouth, though, was smaller—more arousing for kissing than for wrapping around a cock.
"Dad completely wrecked Hui-gyeong's door, right?"
"That's true."
"Her hair's a mess from everything today, and with no door left, what if she bolts in the middle of the night? I've got to keep watch."
"Then Mom can just sleep with Hui-gyeong."
"Mom can't."
"Why!"
Even glaring up at me she only looked cute. I answered flatly.
"If Hui-gyeong begs, Mom caves every time and lets her go."
It hadn't been once or twice. Dad had ordered Mom to stick to her so she couldn't leave, but the moment Hui-gyeong threw a full crying fit in broad daylight, Mom just let her walk. When Dad found out he couldn't hold it in—he beat Mom and even raised a baseball bat. I'd had to step in and stop him. Even after that, the next time Mom still fell for the waterworks again.
"If Dad shows up and she's gone, he'll lose it again. No. I'll watch her properly. Mom, you only need to watch this bitch when I go to tutoring."
"How do you know when Dad's coming back!"
Hui-gyeong shrieked in panic, but that was her problem. Dad's warning was one thing, but more than that—if that bitch stepped outside she'd definitely meet some other guy and slut around. For reasons I couldn't name, the image of her with messy hair and that look in her eyes, offering up those breasts and that ass to other cocks, made rage boil up from deep in my chest.
"What the hell are you planning to do out there?"
"Forget it! Dad smashed my phone too—I can't even contact anyone."
After glaring a moment Hui-gyeong snapped, then stormed off toward her room. She stopped short at the sight of the door with a gaping hole smashed right through the middle by Dad's bat, and let out a long sigh.
Mom had cleaned what she could, but dust was still rising—bad for lungs and skin. Feeling at least a little sorry about that, I cleared my throat and gently coaxed her.
"Stay quiet until Dad comes back and I'll buy you a phone."
"Oh my god! How do you know when Dad's coming back!"
Even with a phone on the table this bitch was still throwing a fit. I felt a flash of anger that my big offer got brushed off, but she had a point. After hanging around this long, Dad would easily dive under for three or four months. I'd actually hoped she'd stay quiet that whole time, but in this day and age, taking her phone and locking her inside would just make her run away for real. So I settled on a reasonable compromise.
"One month. Hold out one month starting today and I'll buy you whatever you want."
"A whole month?"
"Yeah, dumbass. I'll save this month's tutoring money and buy it. You think I've got cash stashed somewhere? I live day to day!"
Actually I would buy it with stashed money. The tutoring fee was pocket change—I always handed every won straight to Mom for living expenses—so with what money was I supposed to buy a phone?
"One month. Exactly one month. No more talking."
I saw the waver in her eyes and pushed hard. Hui-gyeong had no choice but to nod.
"Really just one month. If you lie later, I'll crush your dick."
"Jo Hui-gyeong, what kind of language is that!"
Hearing the crude, filthy word come out of her daughter's mouth, Mom nearly jumped out of her skin and scolded her. But the pissed-off Hui-gyeong just huffed, uncrossed her arms, and went into the room. I didn't miss the bounce of her breasts as she uncrossed them—I burned it into my eyes and memory.
Through the gaping hole I watched her bend at the waist to gather her blanket. Her ass naturally stuck up, and damn, the more I looked at that bitch the more perfectly built she was. Firm buttocks, wide hips—if I grabbed that pelvic line and shoved this big brother's cock into the steep cleft of her pussy lips that peeked out unhidden, that arrogant mouth of hers wouldn't be able to keep from moaning.
At this point I was gone for good. I never imagined that one good jolt of pleasure through my dick would make me lust after her this hard. Looking carefully now, I realized something new: even slutty things can look pretty and fuckable.
Mom carried the finished chicken into the kitchen. Hui-gyeong came out with her blanket and headed for my room. I stopped her and whispered close to her ear.
"Hey. Where do you think you're going?"
"You told me to come to your room, you perverted bastard."
"Wash up first."
Hui-gyeong's eyes went round with disbelief as she glared at me.
"I showered before we ate chicken, okay? I'm just dropping the blanket and brushing my teeth—mind your own business."
She started to breeze past with a cold wind, then stopped again as if she couldn't stand it, clenched her teeth, and hissed into my ear.
"You wash that dick of yours until it squeaks. Do you know how many times you ogled my breasts and legs all day? I can tell without looking—your panties are soaked like a girl's right now. At that rate it's swollen like a bathhouse cock."
This bitch... how the hell did she know? I had nothing to say and just stood there. Then suddenly her hand slipped into my pants. I flinched but tried to look composed. A real man is magnanimous. Even in tight jeans she somehow got the zipper open, and just like earlier her thumb stroked the tip of my glans. Then right in front of my face she pressed her fingers together and pulled them apart—precum stretched stickily between them like a thread.
"Pervert."
As if the bitch stroking her own brother's dick was any better. Just as I was about to snap, Hui-gyeong flicked her tongue out and licked the precum off her finger.
"Even just the precum is thick."
She snorted a laugh at me, then cockily patted my ass and shoved me toward the bathroom.
"Go wash up already, virgin brother. Let's see how far you try to hit on me tonight."
"What am I hitting on?"
Hui-gyeong gave a sharp little snort.
"If my door was fine, would you have let me sleep alone? You just came up with a scheme to try something with me, damn it. Don't get it twisted, Jo Gyeong-hun. It's not that you're making me sleep with you—I'm the one letting you sleep by my side tonight."
I wanted to get mad that this bitch dared to call her older brother by his full name, but watching her quiet back disappear into my room, afraid she'd change her mind, I hurriedly stripped off my clothes and headed for the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth first, washed my hair, then scrubbed every inch of my body hard with body wash and a brush. Especially the dick—I polished it until it shone, working every crease with a steady rhythm. Even while I focused on the shower, the words Hui-gyeong had whispered wouldn't leave my head.
Fuck. Was this even a normal situation?
The older brother was getting hard looking at his little sister, and the little sister, after seeing her brother's big dick, was annoyed but never once said she didn't like it. Was I crazy because I was a virgin? I didn't think so. If I'd been a pure virgin maybe, but I'd paid for sex before, so that wasn't it. I couldn't claim my eyes had spun from not getting any either. Honestly, what was the big deal about ethical problems like this anyway?
In the middle of the confusion I rinsed the foam off thoroughly and dried myself with a towel. The cleaner my body got, the faster my heart hammered against my ribs—just resting a hand there I could feel the pounding.
Finally the shower was over. Shaking water from my hair, I came out, greeted Mom, and opened my room door. Hui-gyeong was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a long white top that reached her thighs. Confirming the nipples standing up through the fabric, I swallowed hard, closed the door, and locked it.