Fourth Ghost Story: Bath Bomb (2)
That evening was quieter still. The fluorescent lights of the fifteenth house burned a shade redder than those of the houses before it—like the glow of a red-light district hanging women's bodies out for display in some dim alley butcher shop.
A near-pink light that stirred something primal in the human body flooded the entire living room. Beneath it, the shadows of five people eating dinner stretched long across the walls.
After the meal, Seoyeon was the first to head for the bathroom. She told no one.
She took a towel from the shelf. The fabric was stiff. The towels in this house always looked brand-new, yet they never held any sense of having been used. Seoyeon ran her fingers once over the weave of the cloth, then stepped into the bathroom as she was.
She shut the door and turned the lock. The click rebounded off the bathroom walls.
For a moment she leaned her back against the door. The living room's pink light drew a thin line through the crack. Looking down at that light, she drew a single breath.
In this room, at least, she was alone.
She filled the tub. Hot water filled the bathroom with white steam.
Seoyeon undressed. She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down.
She looked at her body in the mirror for a moment. Twenty-two years old. Still a young body. Her breasts were firm, her waist narrow, her hips full enough. She knew she had always drawn the eyes of men at a glance. Until now she had been too busy to care about such useless things.
An age when she might have had a boyfriend if she had gone to college. If she hadn't been trapped in this house. If she hadn't done archery. If she had never met that girl…
Seoyeon shook her head. She decided not to think about it.
She lowered herself into the tub. Hot water rose to her shoulders. The sensation of muscles unclenching one by one. Days of accumulated tension seemed to melt into the heat.
She closed her eyes and rested her head against the rim of the tub.
She hadn't slept properly for days. The sounds of her mother and Minjun through the wall. The looks they exchanged across the dining table. Unspoken words drifting through the rooms. She had tried to work it out through exercise, but even when her muscles loosened, her head would not.
And then she remembered. The basket Yujin had shoved onto the shelf earlier.
We agreed to throw new things away.
She had heard her aunt murmur those words, and still Seoyeon's hand was already groping along the shelf. It was only a bath product. If that clever aunt of hers had put it on the shelf instead of throwing it out, it must be safe to use…
It wasn't that blatantly suspicious milk. Just a round bath bomb that smelled of lavender. If she started treating even this as a threat, there would be nothing left to do in this house but breathe.
—Like a child talking herself into some small wickedness, she persuaded herself.
She picked one bath bomb from the basket and peeled off the paper. A pale violet sphere gleamed in her palm. Lavender brushed her nose. Ordinary. Seoyeon dropped it into the water.
Plop.
The moment the sphere touched the bottom of the tub it began to fizz and dissolve. Violet foam spread across the surface. Lavender filled the bathroom. And beneath that scent—exactly the unfamiliar smell Yujin had noticed.
Seoyeon sank a little deeper. Water rose to her chin.
The first five minutes were ordinary. Just a fragrant bath bomb. Wrapped in lavender with her eyes closed, she almost felt as if she had come to a hotel spa.
The next five minutes. Her toes began to tingle. Something seemed to brush between them underwater. Seoyeon shifted her feet slightly. Just the current of the water, she told herself.
Ten minutes. The tingling climbed her ankles and into her calves. The insides of her thighs grew hot. It wasn't only the temperature of the water.
Then—
Knock knock.
A knock at the bathroom door. Seoyeon's eyes snapped open.
"Noona, I… need the bathroom…"
Minjun. His voice a little urgent.
Seoyeon didn't answer. Instead she rose from the tub. Water poured onto the floor. She didn't even think of reaching for a towel. Naked, leaving wet footprints, she walked to the door.
She opened it. Minjun's eyes went wide.
"Noona, what…"
Seoyeon seized his wrist. The grip of an archer. Minjun's face twisted.
"Noona, that hurts, wait—"
She hauled him into the bathroom. Reaching behind her, she locked the door. Click.
Fear flickered across Minjun's face. Seoyeon's pupils were completely unfocused. Her gaze was empty; a thread of drool ran from the corner of her mouth. Her breathing was short and sharp, like a dog's.
She lifted the toilet lid and sat him down on the seat.
"Noona, snap out of it, what are you—"
Seoyeon didn't answer. She yanked at the front of his pants. The zipper came down as if it might tear. She dragged his underwear down with them, and his cock—half swollen from holding his piss—came free.
Seoyeon dropped to her knees in front of the toilet.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was hot. Then she opened her mouth.
"Noona, don't, you can't—"
Minjun tried to push her shoulders away. Her upper body didn't budge. Shoulders and back hardened by archery. His arms weren't enough to move her.
Seoyeon took the head of his cock into her mouth. Hot, and a little salty.
"Nngh…"
Minjun's hips jerked. Seoyeon slowly lowered her head. His cock scraped the roof of her mouth and pushed all the way into her throat. From the outside, her neck bulged visibly.
And in that moment, Minjun couldn't hold it any longer.
His piss burst free.
Hot liquid poured down Seoyeon's throat into her esophagus. Her eyes widened slightly. But she didn't pull away. She took him deeper instead. Her throat worked up and down.
Gulp. Gulp.
The sound of swallowing filled the bathroom. Minjun's mind went blank. His own sister was drinking his piss. Not the sound of a toilet flushing—the sound of it going down a human throat.
She took it all in one go.
The stream thinned; the last few drops fell. Seoyeon sealed her lips around the head and sucked up even the residual urine. She pushed the tip of her tongue into his urethral opening.
Then she slowly drew her mouth away.
A thread of spit and piss stretched between her lips and the head of his cock. Seoyeon's face looked like a bitch in heat—eyes half-lidded, mouth slack, tongue hanging out.
And then, for an instant, focus returned to her eyes.
…What am I doing right now…
Revulsion surged. The taste of piss still in her mouth. The hot residue in her throat. Herself on her knees with her little brother's cock in her mouth.
But before the thought could finish, her pussy clenched and clear fluid ran down her thighs in streams, as if she had pissed herself with arousal.
"…Ah—!"
Her pussy flared as if set alight. Seoyeon's back arched. Her outer lips swelled; her entrance contracted as if wrung. Climax tore through her. Her entire cunt convulsed and sprayed fluid. Clear liquid spattered the tile floor.
Minjun swallowed hard as he watched her debasement. His cock was already hard enough to reach his navel.
Seoyeon staggered to her feet. Her legs were gone. She braced a hand on the wall of the tub, gripped the rim hard—and bent forward at the waist.
She lifted her hips. She folded herself deep and offered her pussy toward Minjun. With both hands she spread her outer lips. The inner folds glistened, heavy with fluid. Her entrance fluttered open and shut. The cunt of a bitch in heat.
"Give me your cock…"
The voice was no longer human. Seoyeon swayed her hips side to side. Her hole flared.
"Shove it in and cum deep inside me…!"
Minjun swallowed.
His mind flooded pink. The fluorescent light seemed to seep into his brain itself. The thought that he should resist, the fact that she was his sister—everything dissolved into the sweet reek of the bath bomb. All that remained was the hole fluttering in front of him.
He stood up from the toilet. His pants tangled at his ankles and nearly tripped him. He kicked them free. His cock stood fully erect, pressed flat against his belly.
He came up behind her. One hand took her waist. With the other he gripped his cock and set the head against her entrance. Hot. Slippery. Her twitching inner lips teased the tip.
He pushed his hips forward.
"…Uuungh…!"
Seoyeon's body bowed like a drawn bow. The sensation of her hymen tearing. But a pussy steeped in the bath bomb was already turning even pain into pleasure. Her walls clenched around him with everything they had.
Minjun didn't stop. He drove in to the root in one thrust. When the head of his cock met her cervix, Seoyeon's thighs convulsed.
Doggy style. Seoyeon bent over the rim, Minjun gripping her from behind. His hands climbed to her breasts. He seized them like handles. Wet flesh bulged between his fingers. Her nipples stood hard and stabbed his palms.
He pulled out and drove back in.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Flesh striking flesh filled the bathroom. Seoyeon's moans were already close to screams. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the rim. Pussy water flowed without end. Mixed with the bath bomb's foam, white froth gathered between her thighs every time his cock went in and out. Her walls squeezed him even as they slickly pushed him out.
Both of them panted like animals.
Hah. Hah. Hah.
Seoyeon's hip work grew faster and faster. She was actively driving Minjun's cock into herself. He moved as instinct led him. Their rhythms locked—deeper, faster.
And then Minjun drove in with everything he had one last time.
The head of his cock shoved as if it would punch through her cervix. In that instant his cock flared inside her as if it would burst. His little brother's hot semen poured deep into his sister's womb. An impossible sound tore from Seoyeon's mouth.
"…Ah, ah, ah…"
Internal ejaculation. A younger brother's seed soaked an older sister's womb.
But it wasn't over.
Minjun's cock didn't die after climax. Neither did Seoyeon's pussy. The bath bomb's effect was not so weak that a single orgasm would end it.
Seoyeon let go of the rim and turned. She put her hands on Minjun's chest and shoved him back against the wall.
Standing face-to-face. She hooked one leg around his waist. With her back to the wall and Minjun working his hips, the thighs hardened by years of training clamped his flanks.
Then face-to-face sitting. Seoyeon climbed onto Minjun as he sat on the toilet lid. They rocked their hips looking into each other's eyes. Her wet hair slapped his face. Sweat and lavender tangled together.
Every surface in the bathroom was wet with their fluids. Wall tiles, sink, toilet, mirror. On the fogged glass their silhouettes moved in a blur—the shapes of beasts tangled together.
An hour passed.
The bath bomb water had long since drained away. The tub was empty. The floor was a mess of water and sweat and semen and arousal fluid.
The two of them lay side by side on the bathroom floor. They only breathed. Neither could speak.
Seoyeon sat up first.
She braced a hand on the wall and barely got to her feet. Her legs shook. She looked at herself in the sink mirror.
Her face was a wreck of spit and tears and sweat. Red handprints marked her throat. Her nipples, sucked so hard, had swollen to twice their usual size. And between her legs—
Seoyeon slowly parted her thighs.
Her pussy was engorged and red. The outer lips had swollen to twice their size; the inner folds were crushed outward. Her entrance hung completely open, thick white semen slowly leaking out.
One drop.
Another drop.
Her little brother's semen running down the inside of her thigh. Seoyeon stared at it blankly.
The virgin blood only became visible once it reached her knees. She had gushed so much fluid that even the blood from the moment of tearing had been diluted as it ran. Only a faint pink stain remained around her knees.
The bathroom was cold now. The hot water was gone, and so was the scent of the bath bomb. What remained was cold tile, damp air, and the sound of two people breathing.
Seoyeon slowly sank to the floor.
One thought cut through her mind.
If I get pregnant…
Her brother's child. Her brother's seed poured into her womb. She couldn't remember when her ovulation had been. Since being trapped in this house she had never paid attention to her cycle.
If I have a baby…
Where would she raise it. In this duplicating house. In this corridor with no end in sight. Like Mom.
Mom had given birth to a son, and now with that son she was…
She stopped the thought.
Escape.
The word flashed through her mind like lightning. Could they escape. From this house. From this cycle.
But the next thought erased the word at once. Even if they escaped, what had already happened could not be undone. Her brother's semen was already soaked into her body.
Seoyeon turned her head.
Minjun was still lying on the floor. His erection hadn't died. Whether from the bath bomb or the instinct of a twenty-one-year-old man, his cock still stood hard against his belly. The head was flushed red, gleaming with mixed semen and fluid.
Seoyeon reached out.
Like lightning, without hesitation.
Her fingers closed around Minjun's balls. Soft, hot, heavy. Inside them, the things that had poured into her belly were being made.
Minjun's eyes went wide.
"No—Noona…"
"Take responsibility."
Her voice was low. Cracked, trembling—but firm.
"You did this. Take responsibility."
Minjun nodded without a word. Or rather, he had no choice. The strength in Seoyeon's grip on his balls held the clear will to crush them if he showed even a hint of refusal. He nodded again and again, desperately.
Seoyeon slowly let go. Then she lay face-down on the floor.
Cold tile touched her forehead. Self-loathing rose—what kind of madness had she just committed.
She closed her eyes quietly.
Maybe.
The thought drifted through her without permission.
Maybe I wanted it too… the way Mom does.
The thought was too heavy to speak aloud. But it would not leave her head.
If the bath bomb had only put her in heat, why had she wanted Minjun so violently. Why had she been happy with his piss in her mouth.
The women in this house… all of them…
Seoyeon opened her eyes. Her face was faintly reflected in the wet tile.
Maybe our fate is already set… to become this man's women.
She heard Minjun's breathing. Still rough.
Seoyeon didn't get up. Leaning against the cold tub wall, feeling the semen between her thighs cool as it ran out, she simply breathed.
Outside the window the fog still licked the glass. She had no idea how much time had passed.
The house was quiet. Yujin, Suyeon, Jiwoo. No one knocked on the bathroom door.
Did they know. Or were they pretending not to.
Seoyeon decided not to think about it anymore.
"Hey. Want to go another round?"
This time she wanted to enjoy it with a clear head. She quietly shifted the hand that had held his balls and, with fingers roughened by archery, stroked Minjun's perineum, coaxing the half-dead erection of her little brother back to life…