Chapter 4: Superiority-Fueled Home Porn Screening with Friends
“Gasp! O-Oppa?!”
I bolted upright and looked around, but the sight of my brother ravishing my lips was nowhere to be found.
“Hah, a d-dream? It felt so damn good... you crazy bitch!”
Realizing it was just a dream left me feeling empty, but thinking about reliving that melting pleasure put me in a good mood anyway.
Squelch, squelch.
“Ugh, wh-what the hell?”
The gross sticky feeling from my ass made me shove the blanket aside and look down. Sticky love juices were dripping from my precious little pussy.
But what really baffled me was the slightly yellowish trace of my squirt.
“Haa... you absolute crazy bitch... aaack!”
As I tried to get up to clean, a sharp pain stabbed from my precious into my brain, making me collapse back down.
Still, what choice did I have? I gritted my teeth and forced myself up.
I grabbed the used towels from the laundry basket in the kitchen utility room and wiped everything clean.
Shhhh-
After a shower, I went into the master bedroom, pulled an emergency contraceptive pill from the desk drawer where I'd stashed them ahead of time, and swallowed it.
Plop.
“Huaa~ Feels so good, so gooood~.”
My body still hummed with lingering pleasure, drowsiness creeping in, but I held out and grabbed my phone.
I had to brag to my debut group friends about fucking my brother.
Tap, tap, tap.
I opened the group chat and skimmed the backlog of messages.
“Nothing much.”
Just virgin fantasies from girls who’d never even tasted dick—like some lame romance novel drivel.
“Kukuku, what a pitiful bunch~ kukuku.”
Until yesterday, I was one of them, but not anymore.
I was the winner who’d turned fantasy into reality, unlike my friends.
The winner who’d gotten fucked by the hot, pretty “oppa or dongsaeng” every girl dreams of!
Tap, tap, tap.
“Sigh... how do I bring this up...”
I pondered slipping in the topic of banging my brother naturally, but nah, no need.
Sure, I’d get called a bitch behind my back, but that was just jealousy and envy—it’d only boost my superiority complex.
Tap, tap, tap.
I hammered at my phone screen.
“Kkkkkk.”
As expected, since we'd joked around with my brother's pics before, they weren't buying it.
“Proof, huh... wanna see it or not, you bitches...”
Showing it was easy. We'd installed a WiFi surveillance camera in the living room after some creep stalked my brother home once.
I could just download the footage on this phone and show them—piece of cake.
“Gotta troll 'em a bit first.”
I captured screenshots from the video, edited them up a little.
The camera angle caught the living room and kitchen diagonally in one frame; I zoomed in slightly.
“Hahahaha!”
I burst out laughing at Se-ah and the others freaking out over my brother's bulging crotch on screen.
‘Leaks...’
The word leak made me imagine if it got out. For a guy like my brother, it'd be fatal.
But for a girl like me? Pure bragging rights. Everyone would be jealous.
Wouldn't hurt my post-debut entertainment career much either.
They'd be disappointed at first, but they'd end up jerking to my vid anyway... maybe.
But this was brother-sister incest, not some random hookup, so no posting.
Instead.
“Kukuku, look at these desperate bitches.”
I sent that last message, got out of bed, and headed to the living room. I booted up the laptop next to the TV stand, connected to the camera's storage, and downloaded the full 4K original video.
To prep for guests, I tidied the house and set out snacks for watching the vid. That's when the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong-
Still a bit wobbly, I shuffled slowly to the front door.
Click-
“Move.”
“These bitches... hahaha.”
They shoved past me in a frenzy, charging inside.
“Hurry and play it!”
“Fast!”
“Lie and you're dead!”
They plopped side-by-side on the sofa in front of the snack table I'd set, yelling like queens.
“What? You bitches brought nothing?”
What floored me more was they showed up empty-handed.
“No time for that, we barely made it meeting up for a cab.”
“If it's not fake, we'll order dinner later, cool?”
“Cool my ass... anyone'd think I entrusted you with state secrets! You bitches!”
“Ugh whatever! Hurry!”
“Kuku, hold on.”
I gave in to their nagging and fiddled with the laptop next to the TV.
Opened the downloaded video, zoomed in, dragged the mouse to center on the sofa armrest where my brother and I had fucked so stickily.
Checked the HDMI to the TV, hit the remote's external input, and the laptop screen mirrored