The Story of Watching a Movie with My Sister
"......"
Jisu, who had slept so well and even dozed off comfortably on the train, showered and immediately disappeared into her room. What sat before me was a single pair of panties she had worn from yesterday all the way home. I had laid them out neatly on the desk like some pathetic thief who steals his master’s underwear and enshrines it.
Pink nylon. Delicate lace trim ran in a dainty pattern along the edges.
This isn’t it…
As expected, panties only become truly arousing when they’re being worn. No matter that Jisu had worn them, they needed to be stretched and creased in all the right places, the fabric molded to the curves of her firm ass and everything else, before they could be called real panties.
That tight ass. The same tight ass that had pushed my cock away and then rubbed against it.
“Sigh.”
They were going in the washing machine anyway. I folded the panties neatly and reached out to put them back.
"......"
But my hand wouldn’t move. I wasn’t even going to do anything, so why this lingering attachment? I couldn’t tell if I was pathetic or if all men were simply pathetic creatures. The fact that I was already wondering how to get the most out of this situation proved I really was a pervert.
Just… a little?
The panties drifted closer to my face. The heat had long since faded, but the faint remaining warmth of her scent was unmistakable.
Ah, I can’t hold back anymore.
The closer they came, the more my self-control crumbled in the strange atmosphere. The tip of my nose brushed against the soft nylon.
“Ssssss——!”
The smell was even stronger than yesterday. It wasn’t exactly a lewd scent; more like incredibly potent medicine. Still, the very act of inhaling it pulled every drop of dopamine in my body to the surface.
So this is what Jisu smells like.
“Haa…”
My cock had gone rock hard. I’d seen people rub panties on themselves somewhere before. But if I did that, Jisu might notice. Traces remain even after washing, especially with thin nylon. Semen alone can ruin the fabric.
“...?”
Before I realized it, the panties had wrapped themselves around my cock. I was certain I hadn’t done anything, yet here they were. Why did it suddenly feel like Jisu herself, wearing these panties, was standing right in front of me?
This is wrong…
The friction felt better than I expected. It wasn’t even touching her pussy, yet it still felt incredible. Having the real thing made it far more vivid than raw imagination.
“...Whew.”
Luckily I stopped right before precum leaked out, at the hottest possible moment. Jisu’s panties had grown warm.
“Phew.”
I quickly tossed them into the washing machine. Thank goodness Jisu had closed her door. If Mom hadn’t been home I would have pressed my ear against it——
“Ah.”
The moment I turned to go back to my room, I ran straight into Jisu. If I had been even a second slower, it would have been catastrophic.
“You’re not sleeping…?”
“Huh? Yeah… I slept so much earlier, there’s no way I could fall asleep again…”
“That’s true…”
Jisu stood with her hands clasped behind her back. She was sweating, maybe from the heat. Or maybe… she had just masturbated. The thought made me hard again instantly.
“What about you, Jiyun?”
“I just came out to use the bathroom… You can go ahead, sis.”
“Oh, really? Perfect. I was about to go too.”
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"......"
It was awkward. I hadn’t been caught, but the lingering warmth on the panties I’d left behind made me nervous she might notice. Plus I was fully erect. I needed to get back to my room and take care of this immediately.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Looks like she’s sleeping too. Oh, right. Let’s go see a movie later.”
“Ah. Sure. Anything you want to watch?”
“There were plenty of options. What do you feel like seeing?”
“Anything but kids’ animation.”
“Obviously~”
I naturally closed the distance between us. I had told her to go in, but only to stop her from reaching the bathroom.
“Why are you hovering there?”
“No… it’s nothing…”
If Jisu felt the residual warmth on those panties, everything would be over. I couldn’t let her through until the fabric had cooled.
“Move. I need to go in.”
“...Yeah.”
This behavior was suspicious too. Lingering here any longer would only make things worse.
“...Jisu.”
“Yes?!”
“Is your back hurting?”
“Why would my back hurt?”
“You were standing with your hands behind your back…”
“Ah… yeah! It hurts a little.”
“Isn’t it because you slept sitting up for so long?”
“Probably.”
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"......"
“...Can I please go pee now?”
“Ah… yeah.”
Jisu’s childish choice of words finally made me surrender. Or rather, the image those childish words created in my mind did.
Jisu disappeared into the bathroom and I returned to my room.
“Haa…”
In the end I relieved my remaining lust another way. I locked the door tight in case Jisu burst in. Thank god I hadn’t been caught.
No. I won’t write that. That one could actually get me caught.
“Mom’s home.”
“Where did you go?”
“Ah~ I stopped by Aunt Kyung-soon’s café to chat.”
“You should have told me before you left.”
“You were sleeping so deeply, how could I wake you?”
Mom arrived home right as dinner time approached. I had woken up an hour earlier and had been playing games.
“Is Jisu still asleep?”
“I don’t know.”
“Mom’s home…?”
Jisu appeared, hair completely disheveled. She must have slept hard.
“How’s your back?”
“My back? What about it?”
“You were walking around with your hands behind your back earlier because it hurt.”
“Ah, right… yeah. It’s fine now.”
“Be careful with your back. Want me to put a patch on it?”
“No, it’s okay.”
Jisu headed to the bathroom to wash up while Mom took off her coat.
“Oh right, Mom. You said we’re going to see a movie later. Are you coming?”
“Yes. Jisu suggested it. You haven’t eaten yet, right?”
“Not yet.”
“Then let’s eat and go.”
“Okay.”
“Wow, food~”
“Wash up quickly and come eat.”
It had been a while since the three of us went out together. Our days off rarely overlapped, so this was a rare occasion. Come to think of it, I had to go back to work tomorrow. How annoying.
“Mom, aren’t you hot?”
“Movie theaters always have the air conditioning blasting. It gets cold.”
“Still, it’s hot outside.”
“I’m fine~”
Mom and Jisu walked ahead of me, chatting away, while I followed behind. Jisu had dressed up nicely again, calling it a date with Mom. A white short-sleeve t-shirt under a thin cardigan, paired with an H-line skirt that revealed more than half of her thighs. My eyes, which normally wouldn’t have wandered, were drawn downward on their own.
Other guys can’t be allowed to see this…
Walking right behind Jisu wasn’t because I wanted to stare up close. It was to block other men from seeing her. These pure white thighs were for my eyes only.
“Little brother~ Carry this for me~”
“Do I not have hands or feet?”
“Hurryyy~”
Jisu handed me her light handbag. While I was at it, I took Mom’s bag too. To outsiders it probably looked like a wholesome, adorable scene. I let it slide because it was cute.
“We’re here.”
“How many years has it been since I came to the theater with Mom?”
“Right? It feels like forever.”
While watching the mother-daughter pair, we arrived at the cinema. It really had been a long time since I’d come with Mom. Probably the first time since we went to Haeundae?
“Did you reserve the tickets?”
“Of course. What do you take me for?”
Because it was Liberation Day, there were quite a few independent films. Everything from popular works from a few years ago to movies that came out last year. We decided on one that had been released the previous year.
“Ah, this one.”
“Have you seen it?”
“Only the trailer.”
As expected, independent films on Liberation Day. If it had been that anime about slaughtering the blood demons from the neighboring country, Jisu and I would have come alone. Hmm. Maybe next time.
“Mom, I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Go ahead.”
Mom left for the restroom, leaving just me and Jisu. When I looked down at her, the same feeling I had when I first saw her date outfit yesterday surged up, making my heart flutter. Yesterday’s look had more impact, but today carried a different charm.
“What time did you wake up earlier?”
“Around five? I think that’s when I got up.”
“Really…? You didn’t hear any sounds?”
“Huh? No. I didn’t hear anything. Did something happen?”
“No? If you didn’t hear anything then it’s fine. It was a bit noisy outside…”
“Ah, I see.”
I really hadn’t heard a thing. Maybe because I put on my headset and started gaming the moment I woke up.
“Sit next to Mom, Jiyun.”
“Okay.”
Jisu sat in the middle, with me and Mom on either side. When I looked at Jisu, I could only see her face and chest.
“Jisu, do you know about that incident?”
“Of course I do! I was a good student, you know?”
“Oh…”
People interested in history these days were apparently rare, so it was nice that Jisu was so informed. Though it was a little strange that someone like her was the ju-ttak of a place like the Incest Gallery. Or maybe that was exactly why it was perfect.
“Are you aiming to kill all forty million Japanese people? My goal is to restore the sovereignty of this nation!”
The movie continued with steady tension. It had been a while since I watched a film that didn’t forcibly shove an emotional story down your throat.
“Jiyun. Look at Mom.”
“...?”
Jisu suddenly whispered in my ear. When I turned, Mom was nodding off, eyes blinking heavily.
“She’s so cute, right?”
“She really is…”
I found Jisu’s affectionate gaze far cuter. Why was her body pressing so close to mine? I wanted more.
The final scene played out at the station, complete with a sniper shot. There were some historical inaccuracies, but I had learned from browsing the gallery not to nitpick unless you knew everything perfectly, so I simply enjoyed it.
“Whew.”
The end credits rolled and we stepped outside. Maybe because it was an independent film, my mind felt calm. Aside from occasionally glancing at Jisu and letting my eyes wander up and down her body, I had barely been distracted by her at all.
“Mom, did you enjoy it?”
“Yes. They made it well.”
“You were dozing off, Mom.”
“I was sleeping?”
“Yeah. Right, Jiyun?”
“Yeah. You were asleep.”
“Mom must have been really tired.”
“Still, it was nice to watch something together after so long, wasn’t it?”
“It was. Really nice.”
“We should do this more often.”
“Ah?!”
“What’s wrong?”
“I left my bag behind!”
“Ugh.”
“Come with me…”
“Sigh…”
“I’ll wait here, Mom.”
“Okay.”
To think someone as meticulous as Jisu would forget her bag. Then again, considering she hadn’t noticed me masturbating, it made sense.
“Was it here…?”
“Where is it?”
“...!”
Jisu bent over to search for her bag. Thanks to the H-line skirt, the absolute territory that was inevitably revealed filled my vision. A perfect black triangle. Yet inside that darkness, a white star shone brilliantly.
“...Come out and look.”
I bent down too, witnessing the miracle. It lasted only a second, but I saved another perfect screenshot in my brain.
“It was here.”
“Really? I didn’t see it at all.”
“It had fallen under the chair.”
“Thank goodness~”
“...Why didn’t you grab it sooner.”
“Carry this for me!”
“......”
Damn. I should have waited a little longer before finding it.