Stop Those Perverted Fantasies About Your Big Sis...!
Ever since I called Jin-woo to come pick me up, the taxi driver mercifully stopped sneaking those glances at me in the rearview mirror. It was like giving him the info that someone was definitely waiting for me. But the fact that he quit peeking right after the call... does that mean he had some shady intentions before?
Suddenly, all sorts of wild fantasies started swirling in my head. What if I hadn't called Jin-woo? Would he have dragged me off to some dark alley for a real rape right here? What if the driver slammed on the brakes, yanked open the back door, grabbed my hair with his thick fingers, snarled "Get out here, you bitch," slapped my cheek with a sharp crack!, ripped my clothes off, and forced his way inside...?
Just imagining it made my breathing ragged, my face and lower body burning hot, my lower abdomen and womb tingling with a warm, itchy sensation. My panties felt even wetter... Why does fantasizing about getting raped make my heart pound like this?
"Ma'am, we've arrived."
"Ah... yeah."
I was deep in my fantasy of the driver forcing himself on me when we pulled up in front of the house. Ah... after all that pounding excitement, nothing happened—feels kinda embarrassing now, like I overreacted. My face flushed, my voice trembled for no reason.
"Here, your change, sir."
"Ah... thanks."
Feeling guilty for suspecting him, I tipped generously and got out. There was Jin-woo, waiting with a worried look on his face.
"Jin-woo~"
"Sis. Why'd you have me come down to meet you?"
"Ah... just, I was coming home late today. Night streets are scary, y'know."
"You walk them fine usually. Why so late tonight?"
"Stuff came up. Let's go."
"Yeah... Huh? Sis, your button's gone."
"Oh? Ah..."
He was my little brother, but flashing cleavage still felt awkward, so I clutched the front of my blouse as we headed to the elevator together. Punching in the resident code to enter the lobby... My legs feel so weak... They had zero strength left. Just a short walk, but they were shaking... Probably the tension releasing. I gritted my teeth and pushed on, but right in front of the elevator, I suddenly wobbled~ and nearly toppled over.
Jin-woo caught my arm in surprise, steadying me—or I'd have collapsed right there while walking.
"Huh? Sis, you okay?"
Of course he asked, worried, as he supported me...
"Ah... ugh... sudden anemia or something? Dizzy..."
"Take care of yourself... Don't overdo it with late-night part-time jobs..."
Ah... I couldn't tell my little brother the truth, so I fumbled with a lame excuse. How could I say my legs gave out from getting fucked so much at the OP, that I'd had sex 14 times today?
"I-I'm fine. I can walk now."
"No way. Just in case, I'll help you."
"..."
Purely worried, Jin-woo supported me as we got in the elevator, and thump-thump-thump-thump... my heart raced for some reason.
What if... he smells something? I'd rolled around with guys at the OP and come straight home without showering. A total close call, but my body was still coated in their cum everywhere, and since I hadn't even douched, my pussy felt full and sloshy with semen inside. Semen smell wafting up through my clothes, my crotch sticky from leaks soaking my panties. They couldn't absorb it all—in the elevator mirror, my groin looked soaked like I'd peed myself. Every step squelched wetly there.
Being pressed so close to my little brother in this state was mortifying, humiliating... I nearly died of shame.
What if—but just what if—Jin-woo figured out I'd been working at the OP? That his big sis was a slut who'd been fucked 14 times nonstop without breaks? How would he look at me? The thought made me dizzy, my head spinning.
Ha... I absolutely can't let him find out...
Feeling my body go limp, I clung tight to Jin-woo's arm.
What’s that smell? This?
Supporting his frail sister's body in the elevator, Jin-woo was seriously bothered. A lewd scent wafted sharply from her limp form draped over his forearm.
A familiar smell. No, one he smelled often. It occupied a prime spot in his olfactory memory, but it wouldn't come to him right away.
Smells familiar... huh?
Around the 5th floor, he realized the thick scent from her body resembled night-blooming flowers... bluntly put, it was the smell of semen. The kind you only catch during jerking off—his brain hadn't matched it to his sister quickly.
Gasp...
Just to check, he glanced at her in the elevator mirror.... She seemed embarrassed too, face red as she turned away from him... and her white blouse had wet, stained patches here and there.
Gulp...
Did she have sex with someone?
It was rare for her to come home this late... way later than usual. The smell from her body. Her embarrassed attitude. Suddenly, the soft, large feel of her breasts pressing against his forearm—which he'd ignored till now—turned faintly erotic.
...She's an adult, so of course she has sex.
He knew she hadn't had a new boyfriend since breaking up with the last one. Guess she was seeing someone.
She's a grown woman... nothing weird about sex. What am I thinking?
Still, as her brother, it was improper, so Jin-woo tried to shake off the indecent thoughts creeping in. Tried to, anyway. Normally he'd brush it off, but... he'd accidentally glimpsed her pussy peeking through her dolphin pants that morning. He'd forced it from his mind, but mixed with that lewd male scent from her body, an unholy chemical reaction sparked.
Before his mind's "conscience" guard could react, he pictured a stranger pounding into the pink folds he'd seen that morning. A fit, burly guy pressed tight behind her on all fours, yanking her hair like reins, slamming his hips relentlessly. In the fantasy, she moaned ahn-ahn, the guy gripped her vivid breasts—like the ones now against his arm—and finished with a creampie, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Like the porn actresses, his sister having sex flashed in his mind.
Fuu... crazy bastard. Stop those weird fantasies!
Instinctual as it was, guilt hit, but his dick was already rock-hard.
Driving me nuts... what the hell, to my own sister...
Getting hard from such thoughts embarrassed him; he couldn't even look at her face.
Let's just get home quick...
Thankfully, the elevator—which felt unusually slow—dinged! at their floor.
"..."
"..."
For different reasons, the embarrassed siblings entered the house in silence.
"Uncle's asleep?"
"Yeah."
"Ah... gotta be quiet then."
Coming home later than usual, the whole house was shrouded in silence.
Ah, I'm exhausted to death. Gotta shower... but...
Even in the taxi, my eyelids weighed a ton, but I'd held out. Now safe at home, the sleep I'd forced back crashed over me. My head bobbed; no way I could drag myself to wash up.
...Uncle's sleeping, don't wanna make noise with water...?
My body wasn't well anyway; waking him with racket would be bad... My exhausted body justified it that way. Head knew I needed to wash off the men's filth, but my body refused—nothing for it.
"Haa... so damn tired..."
"Sleep already."
"Yeah..."
Back in the room, I stripped off pants and blouse right away, but unlike usual, Jin-woo blushed and turned away.
What's with him... suddenly shy?
A bit odd, but too drained to care, I climbed the bunk ladder in just no-bra and panties, collapsing into bed.
"Night, sis. Lights out."
"Yeah... okay..."
Jin-woo finished tidying his study stuff, killed the lights, and hit the lower bunk. I sprawled my wrecked body, prepping to sleep...
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...What? Why can't I sleep?
I'd been dying for sleep till we got home... but lying down, it wouldn't come. My body was utterly spent, but the drowsiness that'd nearly blacked me out now hovered just out of reach.
Body screaming exhaustion, but sleep teasingly evading. Fucking awful.
Realizing after a bit: my body was in total overdrive. Usual routine was 3 hours selling myself, but today 10+ fucks in 3 hours shocked body and mind. Taxi ride, weird rape fantasies about the driver self-stimulating. Elevator panic over Jin-woo noticing. No shower, body still filthy— all that excitement, fear, tension kept my brain from shutting down.
Haa... haa... killing me...
Muscles aching everywhere, tossing and turning, I finally grabbed my phone.
3:20 AM.
On a whim, I opened that site—the adult one where Regular Client posted my vid.
Gulp...
Too busy getting fucked after, but I remembered him filming me mid-sex without asking.
Should've insisted no...
What if he caught my face? Heart pounding, I rushed to that adult board. Half dread, half lewd anticipation...