Sleeping Over
"……."
"……."
When the ending credits of a movie start to roll, most people get up and leave.
These days, though, plenty of films tuck a cookie scene in at the very end, so a lot of people hang around on the off chance something extra might appear.
Noona and I waited for the same reason.
Of course, I'd been so busy paying attention to her that I couldn't remember a single thing about the movie itself, but I figured I might as well salvage this much.
"What the hell. Nothing's coming…."
"Yeah."
In the end, the wait was a bust. There was no cookie scene at all.
A lot of people filed out looking disappointed.
The movie had wrapped up cleanly enough, but still—I'd been sure there'd be at least one little extra. Shame.
"That was fun, right?"
"Yeah… it was."
Honestly, the only part I remembered was the beginning, where the guy went on a wild goose chase looking for his girlfriend.
Everything else that stuck was the action scenes and the feel of Noona's hand under my fingers.
Every time I turned my head and watched her focused on the screen, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face all the way down to her chest.
Especially her chest—the striped T-shirt made it stand out even more.
"What time is it?"
"Nine-thirty."
"Whoa… the movie was two hours long? I didn't even notice the time go by."
"Yeah. Me neither."
I was the one staring at Noona the whole time, so of course I lost track of time.
A hundred twenty-eight minutes plus the subway ride home—who'd have thought it would fly by so fast.
"Cheol-ah. What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow… I've got a free morning."
"Oh, really?"
"Why? You off tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'm free."
"Ah~"
Why ask like that, all vague and testing the waters?
And right at the fork where we were supposed to go our separate ways, grabbing the hem of my clothes.
Was it some kind of signal that she wanted me to say it first?
"Noona."
"Hm?"
"…Why'd you leave?"
What happened that day had been treated like it never happened.
A secret that could stay buried forever as long as the two of us kept our mouths shut.
But I didn't want to leave it as some simple accident, some taboo we could never touch again.
I wanted to push further.
That was instinct—as a man, and as a younger brother.
"…What?"
"You went back to your place. You acted like you were going to live with us forever, and then…."
"Just… I was going to move out eventually anyway. You didn't like me sleeping there either. And I didn't even have my own room."
"It was inconvenient, not that I hated it. Mom told us to sleep separately, so we did."
"Same difference."
The night wind brushing past the two of us under the streetlight was more than enough of an excuse to press closer together.
I closed the distance under the pretext of being cold.
And by taking her hand, we soothed each other's chilled fingers.
She slipped on the cardigan I'd wordlessly offered like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You gonna keep living there?"
"Probably."
Asking her to move back in together at this point would be pushing it.
Like she said, she didn't even have a room—how were we supposed to live together?
In the end, there was only one way left….
The single method that would let me stay pressed up against Noona.
"Then can I come over and hang out tonight?"
"Huh? Even with a free morning, are you sure that's okay?"
"It's fine. It's not like I'm staying up all night at your place. Are you okay with it? Me coming in."
"…Come on. I'm fine with it."
And so we walked all the way to Noona's place, arm in arm.
As slowly as we possibly could.
"Yeah. I'm heading straight to school from here. Okay. Got it. Night~"
After we got inside, I finished the call with Mom.
Knowing she was home alone pricked at my conscience a little, but now that I was already here, there was no helping it.
Just today. Just for today, I'll look after Noona. Mom.
"Here. Thanks."
"Mm."
"I'm gonna shower first."
"Okay."
She stepped into the bathroom, stripped, and stuck a thin arm through the crack in the door to toss her clothes outside.
Just like I'd seen on the escalator before the movie—a black underwear set.
"……."
The cardigan she'd handed back to me.
It had been thick with her scent from the moment I took it; there was no way I could not smell it.
Sniff, sniff—while she couldn't see me, I breathed it in as much as I wanted.
In that short time, the scent of Noona's skin had soaked into the cardigan.
Inhaling it, I pictured her naked body showering on the other side of the door.
I still couldn't forget those soft, springy breasts I'd seen that day.
More than anything, what had stolen my gaze were her erect, pink nipples.
If Mom hadn't been there, I would have attacked those nipples with my mouth right then and there.
"……"
When I snapped back from the fantasy to reality, the underwear she'd flung outside caught my eye.
The bathroom door was shut tight.
If it was now—if it was right now… I could learn a little more about Noona.
The scent of her panties I'd once caught by accident years ago—now I could savor it as much as I wanted.
What would a pair of panties smell like after a whole day of sweat and filth?
Just imagining taking a whiff had my cock half-hard.
"Hoo…."
Noona's showers averaged twenty minutes.
I'd already wasted about five hesitating, so I had a good ten minutes left to breathe it in freely.
The last five were a safety buffer.
I needed to steel myself so I wouldn't end up coming while I was still smelling them before she came out.
"Tsk…."
Before I knew it, my body was standing in front of Noona's panties. I carefully picked them up with both hands and drew in a breath.
I'd expected sweat, but what hit me was a smell I couldn't put into words.
The combined scent of everything that could happen down there.
It wasn't exactly fragrant, but it was definitely something you could define as a dirty, sexy smell.
"Haa… hoo…."
One inhale and I couldn't think straight.
So this was where Noona's… Noona's pussy had been rubbing and pressing all day long.
Part of me wanted to steal them and jack off once, but I forced myself to leave it as pure imagination.
If I actually did it, I'd be in real trouble.
Thud—
"……."
The sound of Noona's shower cut off.
I hurriedly tossed the panties back onto the floor and scrambled back to my spot, grabbing my phone.
How did I end up like this?
How did the pure feelings I once had for Noona turn into this—sneaking a sniff of her panties behind her back like a pervert?
It was all Noona's fault.
Because she'd given me the possibility.
"Your turn."
"Okay."
She didn't seem to notice I'd been smelling them; she just scooped up the discarded underwear, stuffed it into a laundry net, and dropped it in the basket.
"Noona."
"Hm? What?"
"…Never mind. Nothing."
No bra again.
Her nipples were standing so stiff under the fabric that every wrinkle in the shirt showed.
"Shampoo's the green one, body wash is pink."
"Got it."
Wondering if maybe Noona was having the same kind of fantasies as me, I'd carefully folded the panties when I set them back down.
If someone had touched them, she'd notice right away.
All that was left was to wash away the filthy desire—but the bathroom smell only made the desire inside the desire bloom harder.
I scrubbed the dirt from my body and mind with my cock fully hard the entire time.
"Hoo…."
Had Noona fallen for my little trap?
Whether she had or not didn't really matter, but deep down I hoped she had.
We came from the same womb, shared the same genes—would even thoughts like this be the same?
If they were, it'd be so fucking hot.
"……."
And the result, unfortunately, was that they were still folded.
Well. Noona wasn't me—there was no way she was this much of a total pervert.
I liked the perverted Noona, and I liked the non-perverted Noona too.
Just being able to be next to her right now was enough.
But… didn't I fold the left side?
The fold was on the right… no, the memory had completely washed away while I was showering, so I couldn't be sure.
And even if I figured it out, what would change?
"Your clothes… don't they feel gross?"
"Can't help it. It's not like I brought a change."
If I'd known it would turn out like this, I would've at least brought some sweatpants.
Thanks to that, I was stuck in the extremely unpleasant situation of having to sleep in jeans.
"You sleeping on the floor?"
"Yeah. If I get under the covers like this, there's no way I'll be able to sleep."
"Ah."
Outdoor pants—especially jeans—felt absolutely miserable under a blanket.
They were already stiff, and the back pockets and useless buttons dug in so you couldn't sleep even if you tried.
"……."
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"No… I don't even have a blanket…."
"The blanket's fine."
Noona hesitated, eyes darting around.
It wasn't like she'd never slept without a blanket before—she'd slept in worse conditions than this.
"Still… my bed's pretty big. I was thinking maybe we could share."
But what Noona was trying to say didn't seem to be about that.
It felt more like she wanted to sleep in the same bed as me no matter what….
Of course I felt the same.
I wanted to sleep in the same bed as Noona.
"But the pants…."
"The pants… you can just take them off, right?"
"……."
I'd taken them off at the funeral, and I'd taken them off at our house too.
When I took them off at our house, we'd gone even further.
So if I took them off now, I should be used to it by this point.
"Yeah, I guess so."
After turning off the light, I lay down next to Noona and slipped under the covers.
I undid the waist hook and used my feet to shove the pants down.
"You take them off?"
"…Yeah."
I turned my body and looked at her.
Our intentions must have lined up—Noona was looking back at me.
Tonight her eyes didn't drift downward.
"You look this way now without me even having to say anything?"
"If I don't, you keep nagging me."
"You know me well."
How long had it been since we'd been in this kind of embarrassing position?
If I looked down, there were her braless breasts, and below that her smooth legs—
Why were there legs?
"……Did you take yours off too?"
"Yeah. It was stuffy."
"If that's what you want, then…."
I cheered silently inside and studied her legs.
Right in the middle was the final line of defense—pink panties.
A plump line I'd never seen before formed between her thighs.
I wanted to touch it someday.
How soft would it be, and how filthy?
"Ugh, cold…."
"If you're cold, put your pants back on…."
"It's because you're too far away."
"Come on…."
Under the pure pretext of warming her up, I scooted closer to Noona.
Our legs bumped, and I felt the soft skin of her legs against mine.
Should I say it, or shouldn't I? I went back and forth hundreds of times, but tonight I just couldn't find the courage.
I couldn't get out those few words—I want to touch your chest, Noona.
"Night."
"Yeah."
I closed my eyes, holding the memory of that small face.
Maybe it was the movie and the shower, but a heavy, drowsy feeling was gently pulling me under.
And Noona's scent on top of it was the finishing touch.
"Kuu…."
But my instincts apparently didn't want to end things like this.
I'd tried to be satisfied with just sleeping next to her, but it seemed that wasn't enough.
Just like before, my hand naturally came to rest on Noona's arm.
And just like before, my hand slid down and settled on top of her breast.
One difference—this time it was a round neck, not a V-neck.
I couldn't touch bare skin, but I still contented myself with feeling that springy give.
As long as I didn't squeeze—
Squish.
Maybe it was the thrill of secretly molesting Noona, or some unknown chill that washed over me, but my body trembled strangely.
The jolt bent my fingers, and soft flesh wrapped around my hand.
"……."
Noona didn't wake up.
She was sleeping so deeply it was almost miraculous.
I kneaded again, pretending it was another accident.
Noona still didn't wake.
Once I'd confirmed she was sleeping that soundly, the hesitation vanished.
I tormented her breasts just enough that she wouldn't stir.
The same sensation I'd felt the first time I touched them kept transmitting through my fingertips.
But as the pleasure piled up, my lust only grew.
My cock hardened until it was jabbing into her.
"What are you doing…?"
"…!"
My eyes met Noona's open ones, and my body froze solid like ice.
The only thought in my head was I'm fucked.