Will You Put Sunscreen on Me?
Thanks to our early start that morning, the highway wasn't as congested as I'd feared. My sister Yeoreum and I chatted away as we drove.
"We stopping at a rest area later?"
"If it looks worth it. Gotta eat anyway."
"What should we have... I'm craving pork cutlet, but udon sounds good too..."
"I'll have the udon, you get the cutlet. I'll give you a bite."
"For real? Ah, talking about food's already got me hungry."
I marveled at how smoothly Yeoreum handled the driving, then cracked open the passenger window to let in some fresh air. On my phone, I snapped pics of the scenery and sent them to Seobin—part brag, part update. It was vacation season, so he'd probably take hours to see them anyway. It wasn't even 9 a.m. yet, which explained the light traffic.
Back at home, I'd felt sleepy enough to nap in the car until we left the city. But once we hit the open road, with that wide-open view and crisp breeze, any drowsiness vanished. It was perfect weather for a trip—especially to the beach. Yeoreum must've timed it perfectly, factoring in the forecast. Classic Kang Yeoreum. She lived up to her name.
The drive was smooth sailing. Except for one thing.
"...Pfft."
Yeoreum glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror and let out a stifled laugh. There was Harang noona, slumped in the seat right behind me, head against the window, staring blankly outside. She'd shoot resentful glares at the driver's seat now and then, but that only seemed to amuse Yeoreum more. She looked happier than I'd seen her in ages.
From a broad perspective, it was just friends messing around—no place for me to butt in. Though it hit Harang noona pretty hard. No kissing allowed meant no recharge sessions either.
Hmm... I twisted my right arm back toward the rear seat, thinking at least we could hold hands.
She snatched it like she'd been waiting.
And started kneading it vigorously.
It was an awkward position that made my arm ache a bit, but if it cheered her up, I could tough it out. But apparently, just fiddling wasn't enough for her.
"Mm..."
"Hup."
She pressed her face against my hand. I felt her nose on my palm, her lips against my knuckles.
"Tch."
"......"
A irritated click of the tongue came from the driver's seat, but I had no attention to spare. Because...
"...Lick."
"...!!"
Something soft and warm touched my hand!
My arm was draped over the back of the passenger seat, so with her leaning forward, nothing was visible in the rearview. Even a side glance from Yeoreum would just show her face against my hand. Whether she planned it or not, Harang noona's breath and her rough-yet-moist tongue were gliding over my skin.
Honestly, the ticklish sensation nearly made me yelp, but I swallowed it down. Licking my hand with her lips pressed flat—did that count as kissing? Yeoreum had spotted her face on my hand and looked annoyed, but...
"Slurp... lick..."
Harang noona was going at it like she was venting all her frustration from not sitting beside me or kissing. What could I do? I just stayed quiet, letting her have my hand.
"Smack, smack..."
Ugh, it's so ticklish I'm going crazy!
"Yoo Harang! What was that noise? What are you doing?!"
"Nothing... smack..."
"Tell me before I pull over!"
Aigoo...
There was a bit of commotion from that little mishap, but the trip itself went off without a hitch. We stopped at a rest area, scarfed down a hearty meal, no problems.
Rest stop food had always struck me as weirdly addictive since I was a kid. Just insanely good.
Of course, we didn't just eat. While wandering and resting, Yeoreum stepped away to the bathroom.
Harang noona grabbed my arm and dragged me to a secluded spot, away from prying eyes.
She looked up, eyes closed, lips pursed.
The no-kissing rule must've been impossible for her to keep.
"Mwah... smack! More... slurp..."
About a minute of that. I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around my neck like she never wanted to let go.
Short, intense bursts of kisses, then back to our spot like nothing happened, waiting for Yeoreum.
"...What'd you two do?"
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, sure. We'll see what happens if I catch you."
Yeoreum returned, eyeing us suspiciously like she'd guessed, but since there was no evidence, she let it slide.
Anyway, we hit the road again, and by noon, we arrived at the beach.
The salty sea air hit before we even saw the water. Once it came into view, excitement bubbled up in my chest. Yep, this is summer for real.
We headed straight to the hotel Yeoreum booked... but couldn't check in yet. Too early.
She'd anticipated that, flashing our voucher and parking instead.
"Remember I told you to pack a small bag with swim stuff so we could hit the beach right away? Grab that. We'll play first, hotel later."
"Got it."
"Me too!"
"Let's go."
We'd heard the plan in advance, so no delays. The hotel was super close to the beach anyway—under three minutes to the sand.
The hot grains sneaking into my sandals made it real. Still morning, so not too crowded. We rented a parasol with mats included, dropped our stuff, and I sat guard.
"We're gonna change. Stay here. You wore yours underneath, right?"
"Yeah. I'll swap the tee here."
"Be right back."
"No rush~"
Knowing we'd dive in immediately, I'd prepped with swim trunks under my clothes. No big deal stripping off a shirt in public.
Changed, barefoot and kicking sand, heart pounding with anticipation as I waited. I knew which bikini Harang noona picked—we chose together—but not how it'd look on her. Couple swimsuits made it even more exciting.
Killing time with a quick chat, but Seobin and Seoin must've still been asleep—only Sena replied.
I pocketed my phone, fidgeting from excitement turning to impatience after a few minutes. Our spot was a bit far from the changing rooms, but still...
"Ugh, so many people! Changing took forever!"
"Sorry. Wait long?"
Finally, they returned. I whipped around at the voices, grinning—then froze.
Yeoreum's rash guard top and bikini bottom? Cute, suited her. Pretty sister, after all.
But Harang noona, half a step behind in her black bikini... words failed.
Breasts even more exposed than in that bunny girl outfit—smooth, pale, flat stomach with a shy little navel peeking out. The bottoms barely covered more than panties, or maybe bias because I'm her boyfriend, but insanely sexy. Legs that screamed what sexy gams really meant—long and straight.
Stunning, but worry crept in. I didn't want anyone else seeing her like this. She'd packed a beach cardigan, right? Time to—
Thwack!
"Quit staring! You'll burn holes in her."
"Ow... sorry."
"Keep looking if you want."
"What more is there to see? Sunscreen time!"
Yeoreum smacked my head, snapping me out. Harang noona said it was fine, but yeah, I'd been ogling. I averted my eyes, though my mind kept picturing it. Especially those breasts I'd buried my face in, kneaded for real—demanding attention now.
Truth? I wanted to touch them again. But I'd lose control. Way more tempting than the bunny suit.
Skinship was fully unlocked short of sex, so I could if I wanted. But outdoors, with Yeoreum right there... excuses piled up to resist. Or I'd cave.
She tossed me the sunscreen. I slathered it on—arms, exposed bits, belly, hips. The cool lotion calmed me a tad. T-shirt on top, so limited area.
Yeoreum's rash guard meant similar coverage; she could handle it solo, meticulously as she was.
Harang noona? She smeared the front herself, then caught my eye and pointed to her back.
"Gyeol. Will you put sunscreen on me?"