The Post That Became Reality
I finally sent the last customer on their way. "Thank you. Have a good day…."
Now that I was alone, the erection that had been straining against my pants from nothing but my own thoughts was becoming seriously uncomfortable to manage.
I clicked on the post with a pounding heart, wondering just how much dopamine the comments must have flooded the writer with by now.
It felt like I had just watched an entire drama unfold. The original poster was one thing, but the person who seemed to be giving advice in the comments turned out to be another real participant. It was the middle of the night, so that was probably why. By morning there would easily be over a hundred comments. I even started worrying about whether that younger brother was checking the thread too.
Wow.
The scene played out so vividly in my head that my dick refused to go down. If it had been me, I probably wouldn’t have stopped at once. I would’ve done it multiple times. And if it had been my sister… No. My sister still had no idea that I was the Ju-ttak of the Incest Gallery.
Maybe it was because I had read so many stories of older sisters and younger brothers ending up like this. It was starting to feel almost normal.
“Haa.”
My shift relief would be here soon. This time it was a woman, so if she saw me like this it would be a disaster. I needed to calm down quickly. I wanted to just jerk off right here, but—
Ding~
“Welcome…?”
Speak of the tiger and it appears. Or in this case, speak of your sister. The person who walked in was none other than Jisu. She was dressed completely differently from the middle of the night — full office attire. Only then did I realize it was already morning.
“What? You’re here again?”
“I came to see if my little brother is doing okay.”
“Anything you want to buy?”
“One chocolate milk.”
“I’ll get it for you…”
Starting with Jisu, other customers began trickling in. People buying cigarettes or lighters, people grabbing lunch for the day. At first I thought she was just messing with me, but she stayed quiet until everyone else had left.
“Aren’t you going?”
“When do you get off?”
“Still thirty minutes left. If you wait for me you’ll be late, won’t you?”
“Yeah… I know.”
“Get home safe.”
“Yeah. Get some good rest.”
“……”
Jisu reached out with that small hand and shook mine. It was just an ordinary handshake, yet I didn’t want to let go. The fact that she specifically wanted to go home with me kept bothering me.
“Oh, I’m finishing early today, so when you wake up let’s have a meal together.”
“Why?”
“Tomorrow’s Liberation Day, so I get off early.”
“Oh.”
“Bye~”
“Yeah.”
After Jisu left, the convenience store fell quiet again. I waited a little longer until my replacement arrived and handed over the shift.
“Thanks for your hard work.”
“You too, take care~”
I was finally going home. I wanted to jerk off hard and pass out. If I took my pants off now the smell would probably be overwhelming.
“Oh my, you’re back?”
“Yeah… I’m back….”
“Did you eat?”
“Yeah. Jisu bought me food. Ramen, chocolate milk… and triangle kimbap.”
“That girl. She should’ve bought you a proper lunchbox.”
“It’s fine. I hate dealing with lunchboxes anyway.”
“Alright, good job today.”
“Are you heading out, Mom?”
“Yes. I’ll be back later.”
“See you…”
Mom left at the perfect time. No matter what, I couldn’t let my family see their son in heat like this.
“……”
After waking up from a violent morning masturbation session, my body felt refreshed. What time was it now? Judging by the scorching sunlight outside and how my room felt like a sauna, it was clearly midday. The clock said 2 p.m.
First, I should go to the bathroom after holding it all morning while I slept—
“Mmm…!”
“……?”
Did I hear wrong? I doubted my own ears. It sounded like a woman’s moan. Was I still dreaming about the porn I watched this morning?
“Hngh!”
My doubt turned into certainty. The sound was clear enough that it didn’t seem to be coming from outside. What the hell is that…
I followed the sound and arrived at Jisu’s room.
“Haa…”
When I pressed my ear to the door, I could clearly hear a sound that mixed cuteness and lewdness. No way…
It was Jisu. Definitely Jisu. After twenty-four years of hearing her voice every single day, I knew it without a doubt. The fact that my sister was making such a lewd sound made blood rush straight down again.
I’m going crazy…
The door was slightly ajar, almost as if inviting me to peek. The fake story I had written last time was about to become reality.
“……”
Normally I would have made noise to let her know I was awake. But my body moved on its own toward the gap in the door.
“Uuhng…!”
“…!”
And what I saw through that crack was Jisu. She had thrown the panties I saw this morning beside her. One hand was on her breast, the other was pressing a strange toy against her most intimate place — my older sister in the most obscene pose imaginable.