The Scent That Won't Fade

I heard the familiar sound of the front door closing as my sister left first.

"See you later~"

"Yeah. Be careful on your way."

"You sure you don't need an umbrella?"

"It's fine, they said it wouldn't rain~"

My sister got up first, a slice of bread clamped between her teeth, and headed out. She looked just like one of those high school girls you see everywhere in dramas, except our sister was a proper office worker now… I just hoped she wouldn't run into any weird guys lurking in alleyways.

"Jiyun, you off today?"

"I've got the night shift later, so it's fine."

"Really? That must be tough."

"It's okay. Not many people come in at night anyway."

Our neighborhood convenience store didn't get much foot traffic after dark. And even when customers did show up, the sample size was so small that the ratio of crazies was surprisingly low. I'd probably experienced less than a tenth of the wild stories you could find on the Friendly Siblings Gallery.

"Anything you want to eat?"

"Cheese sticks."

"Ugh. You and those damn cheese sticks."

"What can I say? They're delicious."

Even if I bought cheese sticks, I had to get the ones from the store. The ones we made at home couldn't get the oil hot enough, so they always lacked that perfect salty crunch. Plus, they were a completely different type from the commercial ones.

"Alright. I'm heading out to see Mom."

"Have a good trip~"

"Will do~"

Mom finished her meal and left too. That left the dishes and cleaning the house to me, the unemployed freeloader. I'd better get it done quick so I could play some games.

"……."

While hanging up the laundry, I spotted my sister's panties. The memory of yesterday's preparations flashed through my mind, and I found myself heading toward her room. This was my third unauthorized entry at least, yet somehow I was getting calmer about it each time. Why was that?

It's gone…

What I'd done yesterday was simple: I'd placed the see-through underwear on the far right so she'd wear it the next day. Now that I checked, that particular pair had vanished. Which meant my sister was wearing it right now.

"Haa…"

This should have been enough. I should have been satisfied just confirming that my experiment had succeeded. But human greed knows no bounds, and we keep repeating the same mistakes.

I want to see it…

Judging from her habits, she'd probably worn it before at some point. Still, back then I hadn't been consciously aware of my feelings, so my brain had discarded the memory. I needed to re-encode it now. The thought of wanting to see was slowly transforming into I have to see.

"…Wait a second."

Another question suddenly crossed my mind.

Just in case, I prepared a spare.

All the neatly arranged underwear in front of me was perfectly color-coordinated. If she'd taken a spare from here, at least one pair should have been mismatched. I looked around, but there were no other panties set aside anywhere.

Did she switch the bra too…?

What I'd received that day was only the skirt and panties. I hadn't gotten a bra. Maybe she'd been too embarrassed to give me one, or maybe she hadn't changed it. Or it could have reset after all this time since that day. This was tricky.

"Laundry… laundry…"

I barely managed to pull myself together and went back outside to finish hanging the clothes. I hung up my sister's underwear as naturally as ever. I'd been doing this so casually, so why was the thing between my legs reacting like this?

The moment that thought crossed my mind, I realized her panties were already in my right hand. They were lime-colored nylon.

Smells nice…

Since they'd just been washed, they should obviously smell like fabric softener. And they did. But my nose was desperately trying to chase after some imaginary scent that wasn't there at all. Even I could tell this was insane. How was I any different from those panty-stealing little brothers in the stories?

"Haa…"

I somehow succeeded in hanging the laundry without doing anything weird to the panties. Why had I been obsessively searching for that one specific tag lately? We weren't anything special to each other. We were just family.

♠

"Welcome."

"Where's the cup ramen that my runaway little brother likes?"

"…We don't have anything like that."

"Then what's right in front of me?"

"Your part-time working little brother."

"Pfft. What the hell is that?"

I'd wanted to see her face before heading to work, but since she was working overtime too, I ended up leaving without seeing her. The only customers who came in at this hour were either ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠assholes or people too embarrassed to buy just condoms, so they grabbed random stuff to go with them. I'd been thinking about my sister when she actually showed up.

"What brings you here?"

"Nothing special. My stockings ripped, so I came to buy new ones."

A thin-strapped tank top. Black bra straps slipping off her shoulders. And a black skirt similar to the white one I'd seen last time. It was already too late to pretend I hadn't noticed, but I decided to ignore it for now.

"This late at night…? You could've come earlier."

"Why? I can shop whenever I want. …I was washing up earlier and it was too much hassle. Where are they?"

"In the disposable goods section over there, bottom shelf."

"Ooh~ You really know everything."

"I'd get yelled at if I didn't…"

Luckily the store wasn't too big, so I could memorize locations like this. Instead of telling them exactly where the stockings were, I just pointed out the general area for related items, and most people found them.

"I don't see them?"

"Seriously…"

As an employee, I had to maintain my dignity (no I didn't). I was supposed to be busy with inventory checks soon (no I wasn't). I should have been using this quiet time for self-improvement (I wasn't). In the end, I had no choice but to go help my one and only sister.

"Where is it?"

"……."

She wasn't even crouching. She was just bending at the waist while standing. The result was inevitable—her panties were completely visible. If anyone else had been here, they would've kept staring. I wasn't any different, but why did she have to wear a skirt today of all days?

Shit…

I wasn't marveling at the success of my experiment. I was marveling at the sight of its results. The faint line visible through the slightly sheer fabric in the center. The plump, luscious curves hanging on either side. It was like looking at Medusa—my eyes were frozen, unable to look away.

Just a little more…

If she bent over just a little more, I'd see it. That forbidden territory that even siblings shouldn't see. Of course I'd seen it once before in the past, but that was then. I had no idea how it might have changed by now.

…Why did that sound so fucking weird?

"Where is it?"

"It's right there. A little lower."

"You get it for me."

"Haa…"

Pretending I couldn't refuse, I walked over to her. As she stood up, for the briefest moment her ass filled my entire field of vision. The panties were see-through, but the outer edges were clearly defined. I instinctively covered my rapidly hardening cock.

"Here."

Worried she'd get suspicious, I quickly handed her the stockings—

"Thank you~"

"……."

This time it was from the front. The moment her skirt fluttered and briefly covered my face, I saw it. The area we should absolutely never look at. The sheer part covered the lower area so I couldn't see everything clearly, but just seeing those wrinkled folds nearly made my body move on its own.

Wow, that was almost a disaster. And then there was one more thing I noticed—

"Part-time worker little bro, ring me up please~"

"Don't do that, it's embarrassing."

"There's no one here, so who cares?"

"What if someone walks in?"

"So what? They'd just think, 'Oh, I guess that's how it is.'"

I barely made it back to the counter. My sister grabbed a few more things—triangle kimbap, cup ramen, and chocolate milk. None of which she'd ever eat at home.

"This is for me?"

"Yeah. Come by later and we'll eat together."

"By the time I get off it'll be morning."

"Really? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Then eat now. Your sister will treat you."

"For real? Thanks."

I'd been planning to eat some of the expired stuff they were going to throw out since I was hungry, but this was perfect. At least this way I could force my eyes somewhere else. Otherwise I'd just keep staring at her legs.

"You should head home and get some sleep too."

"Yeah. Work hard~"

"Yeah."

The convenience store door chimed, and I was alone again. I adjusted my painfully erect cock, moving it from the right side to the center.

What the hell was that smell earlier…?

The moment I'd seen her from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠front. My sense of smell had been stimulated more than my vision. There'd been this incredibly lewd scent, like the one that hits when I'm really horny and about to jerk off. I'd even sniffed inside my own shirt thinking it was me, but while there was a faint smell of arousal, it wasn't nearly that strong.

It had been a while since her period. Damn, what the hell was that smell?

I suddenly really want to jerk off…

I'd already taken care of it during the day, but now I wanted to do it again. It was rock hard, like morning wood after waking up from a nap during exam season. The bathroom was a sealed space with only one small window, so if I went in there to jerk off it'd be obvious. I couldn't do that.

"Slurp slurp."

I tried to forget my sexual frustration with the late-night snack my sister had bought me—yeah right. Whether it was from browsing earlier or the ads, all I saw were women's panties. There was no way I could forget. Fuck, my dick hurts. When is this going to go down?

♠

In the end, the dopamine in my brain wouldn't stop flowing, so I opened the incest gallery. I needed to find some solidarity with the trash like me—no, with my comrades.

What. A follow-up post had been uploaded. Just looking at the title made my mouth water. Why did I have to see this right now, in this ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exact situation? I felt like I could cum hands-free.

"Excuse me."

"Ah. You're here."

Between four and five in the morning, the items the store manager had ordered arrived at our convenience store. How had time passed so quickly? The real shift hadn't even started yet.

"Student, isn't working at a convenience store hard?"

"There's no such thing as an easy job. You have to do what you can to survive."

"How admirable."

"Anyway, I won't be able to do it once vacation ends."

I'd seen the delivery driver a few times and we'd gotten somewhat friendly. He looked to be in his late forties, but his body was that of a much younger, well-built man. He must have been in the industry for a long time.

"Student, want some help? You look especially tired today."

"Huh? No, I'm fine."

It was hard. Holding back an erection was definitely hard.

"Ugh… Well, take care~"

"Yes. You too."

I needed to finish organizing the inventory quickly. Because I had to read the story about the panty-stealing little brother. The title already had maximum clickbait power—how was I supposed to resist that?

"Thirty hamburgers… twenty yam roots…"

Normally I'd keep my mouth shut, but today I didn't mind muttering to myself to increase my work efficiency. There was no one around anyway. Reading that post was far more important.

If I just finish this…!

Once I checked the last item, today's work would be done. All that would be left was the checkout.

Ding~

"Welcome."

"Two packs of Esse Change 1mg, please."

"That'll be nine thousand won. Please insert your card here."

"Thank you."

I was so distracted that I forgot to check his ID, but since he was clearly a middle-aged man, it was fine not to. If he weren't an uncle but some ambiguous young guy, he'd probably get annoyed if I asked.

"Whew…"

Luckily it wasn't a crazy customer. Now the only thing left was to satisfy my dopamine—

Ding~

Aaaaaaaaagh!!!!!