The Sister I Saw Masturbating (5)
I let out a long breath. “Phew. All done.”
“Thanks for your hard work. See you tomorrow.”
“Yep. I topped up the register with a hundred won.”
“Got it. I’ll report it.”
The moment my shift relief arrived at the convenience store, we wrapped up the handover in seconds. Finally, I could head home—no, go eat dinner with my sister.
“Jiyun, you got a date or something?”
“Huh? No… why?”
“You just look more dressed up than usual.”
“Ah… it’s nothing.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow.”
As expected, the person taking over my shift was a social butterfly, so she noticed right away. I didn’t bother explaining the real reason. Saying I dressed up to eat dinner with my sister would have sounded weird.
I hadn’t wanted to overthink it, but once I started picking out clothes, I ended up caring anyway. I even searched how to dress properly for the first time. Why was I going this far? It was just dinner with my sister like always.
“Sister.”
“Hey, over here.”
When I waved at my sister walking from afar, she broke into a light run toward me. Beige slacks and a tight white short-sleeve shirt. The hem was so short that the slightest movement revealed a sliver of her navel.
“Did you wait long?”
“I just got here.”
“I ran straight over the second I finished.”
“Yeah.”
“This place looks good, right?”
“It does—!”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
What did she mean, what’s wrong? She’d just run over, so of course she smelled. A strange mix of sweat and that feminine scent. Should I call it weird? Personally, I didn’t think it was bad at all.
“No… it’s just uncomfortable.”
“What is?”
“You’re… sticky.”
“Then I’ll have to stick even closer~”
“I told you not to…”
I should have pushed her away, but I told myself she’d come inside anyway, so it didn’t matter. Once we stepped into the restaurant, the powerful air conditioning greeted us.
“What do you want? How about vongole?”
The place my sister brought me to was an Italian restaurant that served pasta and pizza. It wasn’t the kind of spot guys usually came to alone.
“Hmm… vongole? Is it good?”
“You’ve never tried it?”
“Nope. I’ve only heard about it.”
“Wow… for real?”
“It can happen…”
“You’ve never had it with me either?”
“Yeah. I always said I didn’t like it, so we ended up going to buffets or pork cutlet places.”
The only pasta I’d eaten in my life was the tomato pasta from school lunches and the expired carbonara from the convenience store. The taste from those school lunches was burned into my brain, so my impression of spaghetti wasn’t great. Plus, vongole had clams. I really hated the fishy smell of shellfish and mollusks.
“Then vongole and… pizza…”
“…Pepperoni.”
“Are you actually a kid?”
“Then gorgonzola.”
“Fine. Let’s get this, the tomato pasta, and the gorgonzola pizza.”
We ordered vongole pasta, tomato pasta, and a gorgonzola pizza. For sides, we got four buffalo wings.
“How’s the convenience store job?”
“It’s whatever. I do inventory, check the POS… nothing special.”
“Don’t you get many crazy customers?”
“I haven’t seen any during the day shift. Oh, there are a few at night.”
“I see.”
While we waited for the food, I felt a little disappointed that she hadn’t said anything about the clothes I’d carefully chosen. I didn’t know why I felt that way. It wasn’t like she was a girl I liked or someone I was talking to—
“You’re dressed really nicely today.”
“…Am I?”
“Yeah. New clothes?”
“Just stuff I already had.”
In truth, I’d bought the jacket a few days ago. It wasn’t specifically for today. Or… was it because of today? But why did it feel so good? She wasn’t a girl I liked or someone I was flirting with.
“Isn’t work hard for you, sister?”
“Me? I’m… fine.”
“Aren’t you busy?”
“Well… only when it’s busy. Today was okay, so I left on time.”
“I see…”
Office workers really had it rough. Unlike part-timers, they couldn’t just clock out exactly on time.
“Here’s your order~”
The complimentary bread, pasta, pizza, and buffalo wings arrived. My sister asked, “Looks good, right?”
“It does.”
The tomato pasta was familiar, but this was my first time seeing vongole in person. It looked different from the pictures, so I was a little surprised.
“Do you need an apron, sister?”
“Yeah. Can you grab me one?”
“Sure.”
I stood up to get the apron. So far, no one was staring at her strangely or making things awkward. I was genuinely relieved she’d worn slacks today.
“Here.”
“Thanks~”
“Is this how you’re supposed to eat it?”
“Yeah? Why?”
When I returned with the apron, a small portion of pasta had been placed on the tiny plate in front of me. I’d assumed we were each getting a whole plate.
“I thought it was one pasta per person.”
“No, everyone shares like this these days.”
“Really…?”
Whenever I ate with other people, we each had our own side dishes and our own rice. I couldn’t remember ever eating this way before. Even when I ate with my sister, everything came on individual plates. If I had to compare it to something, maybe it was like sharing grilled meat?
“I’ll have to bring Jiyun out to eat more often from now on.”
“Is it that serious…?”
Anyway, I ate the spaghetti she had served me.
“Oh.”
My first taste of vongole. When I’d seen famous chefs make it on TV, I thought the clams would make it polarizing, but it turned out to be a clean, garlicky flavor. There was almost no fishiness, and it even had a slight spicy kick.
“Why? Is it good?”
“Yeah. It’s good. The clam taste isn’t strong at all.”
“But you hate clams.”
“I do. This is seriously delicious.”
“I’m glad it suits your taste.”
It got a bit too spicy at one point, so I neutralized it with the buffalo wings and cola. Hmm. This was better than I expected. If regular vongole was this good, how amazing must the version from that TV chef be? I should come here again with my sister next time.
…Why with my sister?
“I’m full.”
“You’re done?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
Two slices of pizza and some tomato pasta were left. Honestly, I was pretty full too, but I forced myself to finish everything. Damn, it was good.
“You really eat well.”
“I always eat well.”
“You look like you eat even better outside.”
“Do I?”
“I’m going to the bathroom real quick.”
“O-okay.”
My sister stood up to go to the restroom. As she stretched, her shirt rode up, revealing her pale skin underneath. The way the fabric clung to her from sweat was clearly visible. The unique texture of the slacks and how tightly they hugged her body burned itself into my eyes.
Why did she have to do this at the very end…?
Of course…
Just in case, I opened the Incest Gallery, but the explicit posts were still there, unchanged. Clear proof that my sister was the Ju-ttak. The Pa-ttak didn’t seem to be active right now either—
I was going crazy too. When would this Pa-ttak get caught by her brother and get exposed? At this rate, it felt like she might actually do something crazy. It was honestly scary. I decided not to leave any comments.
“Let’s go.”
“Sister, your apron.”
“Oh right. I almost walked out wearing it.”
“Yeah.”
We went to the counter and my sister casually swiped her card. When I glanced at the receipt, the total was over a hundred thousand won. My thought of coming here alone someday vanished instantly.
“Thanks for the meal.”
“Next time you’re treating, right?”
“……Sure, I guess.”
“Aww, I was joking.”
“I know.”
Well, I could buy her meals anytime, and I could handle jokes like that. But the silhouette of her bra visible through the white shirt? That was something I absolutely couldn’t endure.
“Jiyun, you’re really tall.”
“Am I?”
“How tall are you?”
“179 centimeters.”
“Really? I thought everyone your height was over 180. Guess that was a lie?”
“…At this point, rounding up is basically the same—”
My sister suddenly placed her hand on my shoulder. There was already a big height difference, so why was she doing that? It just made the area of contact unnecessarily large.
“Put it on my waist… short legs.”
“I’m not short! This is considered tall.”
“Yeah, it’s not exactly small…”
My sister was 164 centimeters. As far as I knew, that was about average for Korean women. Not that her height being big or small was the issue here.
“Jiyun. When a guy holds hands with a girl, the guy is supposed to hold from the front.”
“Ah… really?”
When people held hands, one naturally ended up holding from the front and the other from behind. I hadn’t known the guy was supposed to be in front. …But since when had I been holding my sister’s hand? Did she grab mine first? Or had I done it without realizing?
“Isn’t it sticky?”
“It cooled down because of the air conditioning earlier, so it’s fine.”
For some reason, I kept holding her hand until she started using her phone on the subway. The feeling of her hand still lingered.
“Phew… it’s so hot…”
“Did you have something good?”
“Yeah. I had pasta with Jiyun. What about you, Mom?”
“I ate at home.”
When we got home, Mom greeted us wearing only her pajamas. She didn’t seem surprised, so my sister must have told her beforehand.
“You two clean up and get some sleep.”
“Okay. Good night~”
“Good night.”
“Can I shower first?”
“Sure.”
“I’m turning the air conditioner on~”
“…!”
My sister complained about the heat as she unbuttoned her shirt. Just like I’d seen outside, she was only wearing a bra underneath. Seeing the bra directly was far more erotic than the panty line that had shown through her slacks at the restaurant.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“……”
Left alone in the living room, I heard the sound of running water. The experiment I’d done a few days ago came to mind, so I headed to my sister’s room.
Excuse me…
My sister always picked underwear from the right side to wear and put the freshly washed ones on the far left. I wanted to test if that was truly one hundred percent consistent. It definitely wasn’t because I wanted to see what was under her see-through underwear or anything like that.
This is it.
I immediately found the black panties that were sheer enough to show everything underneath. Paired with the bra, it was erotic enough to be called lingerie.
…I really shouldn’t be doing this.
My mind was conscientious, but my body was honest. As I wondered how I would check the results tomorrow, I completed the perfect crime.