A Gentle Meal
Thinking back, the child had always wanted the same thing. She spoke honestly of her love, and did everything exactly as I wished. In return, all she asked for was affection. I wanted to answer her demands in the same way she had given to me.
I gently pull her body into my arms as she stares, unable to tear her eyes from my cock. It presses flush against her soft belly, and the sensation is incredibly pleasant.
“Hii…”
Unlike before, I loosen the strength in my hands as much as possible and slowly begin to knead her breasts so she can feel the pleasure build.
“Uht…”
As if afraid they might break, I carefully circle my palms over the full mounds of her breasts. Every time I flick her nipples with the very tip of my nail in a light, teasing scrape, she lets out a small, delicate moan like she’s being tickled by some playful prank.
“Huu… feels good…”
I had meant to focus more on her pleasure. But seeing her so purely delighted by the affection I was giving her, my cock twitched hard, poking insistently against her stomach.
“You’re… not going to torment me, right…?”
She asks cautiously, as if wary of any sadistic tendencies.
“Of course not. You’re my beloved little sister.”
“Hehe… ♡ I love you, oppa.”
“I love you too. I love you so much.”
Instead of whispering like before in some cowardly attempt to force her orgasm, I looked straight into her eyes and told her I loved her again and again.
“Put it in… my pussy’s already all sloppy… you can fuck me anytime you want ♡”
The frequency of my caresses must have been far lower than before. So it really was true that men are weak to visuals while women are weak to sound. Her cunt was visibly twitching at my love confessions as she swayed her hips in seductive invitation.
There was no need to tease her any longer. Since she wanted it, I gave it to her. But so she wouldn’t feel pain, I began pushing in slowly from the tip, just like during our first time.
“Huuet… haau… so good… ♡”
Moans mixed with drool spilled from her parted lips. Her senses had grown far more sensitive than before, when her eyes had rolled back in raw lust and she’d only shaken her hips for the sake of my climax.
Thanks to that, even after two insertions already, her inner walls still clamped down tightly, wrinkle by wrinkle. Her swollen clit that made her whole body flinch and tremble every time my cock brushed against it. Even her labia, spread wide open and ready for me to enter whenever I wished. I could feel every single part of her, slowly, with my bare cock, one detail at a time.
With the hand that had been squeezing her breast, I gently spread her pussy a little wider as my cock slid inside.
“Huaa, hu-eh, uht, ugh,”
The resistance eased. With each additional moan, just a little more. Finally, her cunt swallowed my entire length down to the root.
“So fuuull… ♡ Feels so gooood…”
She stuck her tongue all the way out and lewdly licked only the tip, flicking it back and forth like the pad of a finger. It looked like she wanted a kiss, so I slowly tangled my tongue with hers.
Our slick tongues coiled together outside our mouths. Saliva dripped down in thick strands, forming droplets that ran across her body. Only when she began sucking my tongue into her mouth did I finally push mine inside hers and swirl it around.
Not violently like before, but with all the gentleness I could muster. While sharing a long, deep, rich French kiss, I slowly began to move my hips.
“Heh… bueh…”
She must have felt so good she could faint just from the wet, slurping sounds our tongues made. Wanting her to feel equal pleasure from both top and bottom, I thrust my bare cock back and forth inside her tightly squeezing pussy.
Schlurp… schlurp… squelch… squelch…
Obscene sounds that seemed to resemble her own lewd nature echoed between our legs. Feeling proud, I moved the hand that had been spreading her pussy up to her head and gently stroked her hair. A tender touch like one might use to praise a child, in complete contrast to the kiss and the pistoning.
“You worked hard, child. You worked so hard to milk oppa’s cum. You’re so pretty.”
“Hehup… dua… good… pretty… love you…”
“That’s right. You’re so pretty, my little sister. Thank you for offering your pussy like this.”
“Deua… deua… hek, hek, huht…”
Every word I spoke between kisses made her whole body react. Sometimes her pussy hole, slowly being stirred by my cock, would clench tight. Other times the tip of her outstretched tongue would tremble violently. She expressed the intensity of her pleasure with complete honesty.
The corners of her eyes were already wet with tears of overwhelming joy. Those glistening eyes never left me, staring as if I were not just her boyfriend but her husband.
“It’s not just for today… You are my little sister, my girlfriend, and my wife. You’re precious to me, child. I love you.”
“Heguk! Huheek—!”
If she reacted this strongly to every single word, it made me want to keep serving her. Simply from the fact that I was expressing my affection directly, she was feeling several times more pleasure than before.
Compared to earlier, my hips moved at a leisurely pace that might as well have been child’s play. And yet she clung to me, moaning as if she were being fucked so hard her pussy would be ruined.
“Cum… cum… cum inside… fill me with your seed… inside me… inside me…”
“Yeah. I’ll cum for you, child. I’ll fill your pussy completely. Don’t miss a single drop—suck it all up.”
“Nehe… yess… hek, heh, huik! Heeek…”
She spoke with her mouth about wanting my cum and shook her hips back and forth in tiny motions to urge me on. She really was so honest, unlike me.
Gazing into her eyes trembling with ecstasy, I said the words I knew she wanted to hear.
“It would be so cute if the baby looked like you… Will you get pregnant for me? Can I cum inside your pussy and knock you up?”
“Nehe, eh, please do it, impre… impregnate me… do it…”
“Good. You have to give birth to a pretty baby, child.”
“Uheik—! Hehik—!”
With my promise, it was clear her pleasure would soon reach its peak. To match her pace, I increased the speed of my hips just a little more.
Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah.
“Good, good, deua… deua… I love you… ♡”
“I love you more, child. Let’s go together.”
“Toge… toge… cum together… together…”
Schlup, schlup, schlup, schlup, schlup.
“Yeah. Let’s go together. Let’s stay together forever.”
“Oppa… oppa… I’m… I’m going… I’m about to…”
“I’m cumming too, child. I love you. I’ll cum… I’ll give you everything.”
“Huik, huik, hiuk, hik, hiik, hi—”
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spuuurt—!
While gently holding her in my arms, the child and I reached climax together. As I poured thick ropes of semen deep inside her, she gushed out a huge amount of clear, slippery pussy juice as if she were pissing. Enough to soak the entire sheet. So much that I wondered if she might actually dehydrate.
Even as she convulsed and shook her legs, she was still using the sound of my voice pouring into her ear as fuel. Her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, long nails digging slightly into my skin and pressing with just the right pressure.
I carefully kissed her face, which was already a mess from the fluids she’d released. With each little peck on her cheeks and lips, her expression overflowed with happiness, as if she had obtained every pleasure this world had to offer.
I felt proud. I had given my little sister sufficient repayment. The moment I realized that, strength left my body and I collapsed on top of her.
She must feel heavy. I thought so, but my body refused to listen. Given the number of times and the intensity, the fatigue was only natural. I sank into the pleasant languor that comes after achieving one’s goal and fell asleep against her without even pulling my cock out.
...
When I woke up startled by a presence, it was still a dark predawn hour before the first light of morning had arrived. It seemed I hadn’t fallen into a truly deep sleep.
I was the only one lying in bed. At some point I had been dressed again from top to bottom, lying there neatly clothed. I was feeling proud of how much effort the child must have put in when I heard rustling sounds coming from outside the room.
It must be her. There was no one else in the house anyway. As I opened the door and stepped out, I heard the electronic lock at the front entrance and the sound of someone leaving the house.
“Child?”
There was no answer. I was alone in the house. Wondering if it had been her who just left, I hurried toward the entrance. The sound of footsteps—tap, tap—came from outside.
When I opened the door, I caught sight of the child’s back as she quickly crossed the yard and disappeared down the alley. She was even wearing a dark outer coat. Where could she be going at this hour…? Did the meal not suit her taste? Why without saying anything…
Curiosity stirred in my chest. I roughly slipped on the sandals left by the entrance and ran quickly in the direction she had vanished.
A familiar landscape. A scene so deeply embedded in my heart that it could never disappear. Telephone poles and crosswalks. Sidewalks and low buildings. Ah, it was the walking path I used to stroll along often as a child.
The blank spaces in my memory slowly began to fill. Like a mosaic, each piece of scenery gathered together and helped me recall something vague, bit by bit. I traced the blurry outlines of those half-formed memories as I ran after her at a pace that left me breathless.
The child stopped in a sparsely populated park. It was a park not too far from our house. She stood at the entrance, staring intently at a boy who looked to be an elementary school student swinging on the swings.
A child that young at this hour? Was he lost? Or had she stopped while out for a walk because she was worried?
She quickly glanced around once, then approached the boy. She said something to him, but they were too far away for me to hear. By then I had already hidden myself where her gaze wouldn’t reach and was watching the situation unfold.
The boy followed her with quick, short steps. She headed toward an alley. A pitch-black alley that relied on only a single streetlamp. She slipped between buildings with no windows. The boy followed her without the slightest hesitation.
I couldn’t see from here. I moved a little closer. Carefully, so as not to make any noise.
Then I heard a sound from the alley that I had never heard before—like something rupturing. A rupture? No, more like an impact. More precisely, the sound of something being crushed. An unpleasant sound. A disgusting sound. Like wood snapping. But thicker and harder than that—the sound of something solid breaking apart.
A chill ran down my spine. It was a sound that didn’t match the peaceful scenery around our house that I remembered at all. Even so, my feet did not stop. Not until my savage curiosity was satisfied would they ever stop.
Finally, I could see inside the alley.
From the boy’s corpse, whose upper body had been torn open as if devoured, something glossy was flowing out. The child was already humming a little tune as she stepped past the body lying in the middle of the alley and slowly disappeared into the darkness beyond.