Afterglow (2)

Usually, a one-night stand ends in a single night.

Whether you use a matching app, lock eyes with a female friend or a male friend, or drink with a coworker until things happen — if possible, you try to keep it to one night.

That way you can end things cleanly, without complications. That's probably why the term "one-night stand" exists in the first place.

"Are you planning to end it that day?"

"……I don't want it to end either."

But sometimes people don't end things cleanly. They keep the relationship going. That's when you get a sex partner — a so-called friends-with-benefits arrangement. Most of those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠relationships end badly.

"Then don't ignore me."

"……."

Below her slender waist, a faintly rounded lower belly, and the flashy lace panties that had seized my gaze. Above them, the hem of her shirt hung just low enough that the underside of her pretty breasts peeked in and out of view. Having put herself on display like that, she seemed to grow shy after all, and turned her face away.

"I wasn't ignoring you…."

"Nnh…."

I pulled her waist into my arms just like that and buried my face against her. Warmth seeped through at once, and a soft sensation wrapped around my face.

"What are you doing…!"

"You told me not to ignore you."

"That doesn't mean you can suddenly do that…!"

I slid the hand around her waist down and gripped her ass. A firmness denser than her breasts transmitted itself perfectly into my palm.

"Nnh… I told you to stop…!"

My mouth opened of its own accord, and the tip of my tongue met her skin. The memory of last night rose up, and the play of my tongue grew more intense. I worked my mouth the way I would suck a nipple, devouring her body.

"Seriously…!"

"Mmph…."

She pulled my head into her arms and forced my movements to a stop. I couldn't breathe — but that only made it better.

"You idiot… Mom's sleeping right next door…."

"Oh. Right…."

I came to my senses and pulled my face from her stomach. See? I'd lost my reason again and nearly yanked her panties down on the spot.

"Haa…."

The moment I pulled away, she tugged her shirt hem straight again. If she was going to do that, I had no idea why she'd provoked me in the first place.

"Ah… it's your fault I lost."

"Why is it my fault?"

"Because you pulled that for no reason."

"You were the one who ignored what I said."

"You said Mom's sleeping in the next room."

"Because you ignored what I said……."

We looped around the same petty subject until time ran out.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Fine then— ow."

Still sulking and huffing for no good reason, she smacked me upside the head and left. My own heart was left strangely restless, and I lay down on the bed.

"Good night."

"Yeah…."

If I kept talking to her like this, the lingering attachment would only grow, so I shut the door. Every single word out of her mouth had sounded like the soft murmuring peculiar to lovers.

"Hoo…."

The scent of her from when I'd buried myself against her stomach still clung to the tip of my nose. And that warmth, as if she were still right in front of me. I flicked my tongue through empty air, recreating the sensation of caressing her belly.

What the hell am I doing….

Doing it in my imagination now? Just a plain pervert, then.

Hoping morning would come quickly, I closed my eyes just like that.

"Mmh…."

It was hot.

According to the forecast, this whole week was supposed to stay cold. No headache, I felt fine otherwise — so it didn't seem like a cold…. Even with the blanket pulled up, wind used to slip through the gaps and leave me freezing, but now it was sweltering. And heavy.

When did this one even get here….

At some point, my sister had come and lain down beside me, using my arm as a pillow. As if she couldn't bear to be apart, she was pressed right up against my side, fast asleep. Yesterday Mom had given her an earful about it. Was she just going to brazen it out from now on?

"What are you doing… first thing in the morning."

On my end, I'd been hard since waking up, my underwear about to tear through.

"Mom already left…."

"That's not the issue…."

Whether Mom was gone or not, she shouldn't be toying with my feelings like this. I wanted to pin her down right now.

"You want me to touch you?"

"Do whatever you want…."

"You mean that."

"……."

Her outfit was the same as last night. A long T-shirt, and nothing underneath but panties. Normally, if you were going bottomless, the proper form was at least a pair of very short shorts or underwear bottoms — but my sister had none of that.

At the words do whatever you want, my hand slipped under her clothes.

"Nnh…."

I traced her stomach with my fingers and headed for the breasts I hadn't gotten a proper look at yesterday. No matter how many times I held them, that sensation of sinking into them felt brand new. I kneaded her chest without thinking, tormenting her this way and that.

"You're seriously just going to grab them right away…?"

"You said do whatever I want."

Saying that while offering no real resistance meant the resistance was meaningless. Letting her words slide in one ear and out the other, I pushed myself up and took the superior position.

"Take your clothes off."

"I have to take them off myself…?"

"The shirt's long. It'll get caught on the floor."

"……."

She obediently followed my instruction and started undressing. I held the fabric draped over her chest so she could pull free of it cleanly. Her breasts, seen for the first time in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bright light. Just looking at them was enough to make my mouth water. She, for her part, was so embarrassed her face had gone bright red.

"God… you really are a pervert…."

"You said do whatever I want…."

"That doesn't mean you actually— nnh…!"

I sucked her pink nipple as if kissing it, and she flinched with a moan. Her wandering arms stroked my back, trying to settle me.

"Right…."

"Hoo…."

I rolled my tongue and kissed her with her eyes closed. Our breathing grew steadily shorter, and what had been a soft kiss turned rougher and rougher. The stickier our movements became, the more sensitive my cock grew — until finally I had no choice but to strip along with her.

"Haa…."

"It's so hard…."

"It's always hard in the morning…."

"Is it only hard because it's morning…?"

"Mmm…."

"I'm not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠part of the reason at all…?"

"Of course you are…."

Sure, you get hard even without someone to lust after — but if someone's there, it gets harder. Especially if that someone is actively teasing you.

"Mmph… haaa…."

I rose up and spread her legs. The inner thighs beside her pussy pulled taut, making a lewd picture. Between them, her plump outer lips flaunted their presence. When I pressed lightly into the center with a finger, her hips gave a small convulsion.

"Nnh…."

Already wet, already slick. How much of a pervert did you have to be for that place to get wet when I hadn't even touched it once? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Can I take these off…?"

"I told you, do whatever you want…."

I took hold of both sides of her panties, and she brought her legs together to make them easier to slide off. Between them, her pussy — flushed a deep crimson — showed just a little.

"I… today… um… it might not be a safe day…."

"I know."

I pulled out a condom I'd stashed in a box that sat somewhere on the bookshelf.

"Why do you even have those…?"

"I bought them yesterday."

"So you were planning to do it with me since yesterday?"

"No… it's just…."

I couldn't fully deny it, and I couldn't fully admit it either. I tried to make the excuse that I'd only bought them in case of an unavoidable situation — but it clearly wasn't landing with her.

"Do you know how to put one on…?"

"Ah, of course I do."

I'd seen it done in sex ed and in porn, but I'd never actually handled one myself. I only knew how to put it on in my head. I'd never done it for real.

So this is what it feels like.

Slippery, but not soapy enough to drop. The ring at the tip wasn't slippery at all. Following what I'd learned from books, I pinched the tip to squeeze out the air and set it over the head.

Why isn't this working….

I pulled it down, but the rubber was so stiff it wouldn't go. Strange. I was sure I'd done it exactly as instructed….

"What are you doing…."

"It's just… it won't go on."

"What…?"

"Do you know how to put one on?"

"I learned how, but…."

Looking equally bewildered, she sat up. Even with my cock right in front of her face, she was surprisingly unfazed.

"Mmm…."

"Let me try."

She squeezed out the air the same way and started rolling the condom on for me. This time it slid on smoothly, and a taut, snug sensation wrapped around my cock.

"How did you do that…?"

"You idiot… you didn't unroll it."

"Ah… so this ring is the rolled-up part?"

"Yes… you idiot."

"……."

My pride took a pointless hit. Buying condoms without even knowing how to put one on.

"It's fine. Anyone can not know…."

As if she'd read my feelings, she said it with a gentle smile.

"Now that you know how to use them, that's what matters. Right?"

"Yeah…."

She looped her arms around my neck, and we lay down together. She warmed my cock against her lower belly again and kissed me tenderly. After swallowing every thick strand of saliva, she smiled.

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah…."

This was why I'd liked her. Even at that young age, she'd always been good to me, always praised me, never scolded me when I failed — just soothed me instead. I think I'd genuinely loved her more than I'd realized. When she got a boyfriend, I'd put on a cool front, but I'd been depressed the whole day. So that was why.

"Cheol… put it in already."

"……."

Hearing her say it in that gentle voice somehow made the guilt rise. Had I truly wanted to violate my own blood sister with this cock? Looking at how it refused to go soft, maybe I had.

"Uuh… nnh…!"

I pushed in slowly. Her pussy flinched and clenched around me, and a moan — gentle and yet impatient — reached my ear. I moved my hips softly, trying to feel her as fully as I could.

"Haa… hoo…."

"What…?"

"You're going so slow… I can feel every single bit of it…."

"That's a good thing, right…?"

"Yeah…."

Her moans grew louder even as they stayed sweet and coquettish. That soft-yet-rough temperament of hers moved my body.

"Mmph… haah…."

I steadied the restless motion again with a kiss. Moans sweet enough and lethal enough to melt the brain stabbed into my eardrums.

"Turn around."

"Mmh…."

I pulled out and took her from behind the way we'd grown used to. I pinned her down with her legs stretched straight and worked my hips. Her moans were buried in the pillow, but they reached my ears clearly.

"Hoo… hooo…."

The sound of her pushed me toward climax, and my hips sped up. Her moans overpowered the rustle of the blanket.

"Can I come…?"

"You've got a condom on… so come…."

"Okay…."

My hips moved ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even faster. I gripped the back of her hand as it clenched the bedsheet, and drove my hips as hard as I could.

"Ugh…!"

"Hii—"

In that exact moment, a vibration buzzed from the head of the bed. I'd wanted to savor the afterglow a little longer, but if I had, it would have fallen to the floor — so I grabbed it in a hurry.

"……."

"Who is it…?"

On the incoming call on her phone, the contact name read Oppa.

I had a pretty good idea who that Oppa was.

"Ji-young hyung."

"Out of nowhere…?"

She sat up and looked at the phone. Her expression was complicated and hard to read. I hoped desperately she wouldn't answer — but in the end, she took the call.

With a serious look on her face, she stood up from the bed. That call didn't seem like it would end anytime soon.