My Sister Would Love This (6)
…What. What was that just now? If you really think about it, it wasn't any different from masturbating. It was just… teasing, keeping me on edge, and then making me feel slightly good. But why? Why does it feel this good?
"…Ha…, haa…."
I buried my face into Seo Woojin’s bed, breathing heavily as I tried to retrace my memory. It was certain that it felt incredibly, incredibly good. But because my mind had gone completely blank for a moment, all the details had flown away. I couldn't quite remember 'how' good it felt or 'where' exactly he touched to make me react like that.
…Even counting back to my middle school and high school days, I’ve never felt that good while masturbating. Where on earth did he touch?
"…Ungh…."
…Haa. Damn it…. I can’t exactly ask him about this honestly. I’m not entirely sure, but I think he shoved his fingers in about this far, and pressed… pressed….
"Ngh…. Ugh…."
No. This isn't bad, but it doesn't feel as good as what Seo Woojin did just now. When he pressed down with his fingers, my vision literally went white.
So what was the cause? The atmosphere? The partner? The technique… well, honestly, I don't have the knowledge to judge that, so I'll exclude it for now. Ah. Is it because his fingers are longer and thicker than mine? But he didn't shove them all the way to the root and stir them around either. Then what was the cause?
…Could it be that the 'teasing' he just blurted out was that effective?
"…Phew…."
I’m such an idiot. Sure, feeling good is one thing. But there’s no way I could feel *this* good over something so minor, right? It’s not like I’m watching erotic manga or porn. I didn't rub aphrodisiacs on my body. And it’s not like I’m a masochist like Lee Hayoon, so why would I feel this good just from being teased? …That’s impossible. No way.
"…."
Just in case, maybe I should try a little experiment when I get home later. As I gulped, my ears twitched by reflex. The voice that had been shoved into my ears over and over again echoed from afar.
"…."
While my waist twitched at the mere sound of that voice, a light sigh followed. It was a sound that made me strangely aroused, reminding me of when I was kneeling on the floor earlier, diligently performing fellatio. Just as I was about to relieve my desire by touching near my clitoris, hidden from Seo Woojin’s sight…
…Thud.
I heard the sound of a drawer closing.
"…."
Slowly. Slowly. A presence, far larger than someone like me, gradually drew closer.
"…."
The bed creaked. The rustling sound approached rapidly. I felt a faint warmth, clearly belonging to someone else, against my thighs that had been twitching while stretched out.
Thud. Beside my face, which was buried deep in the pillow. A square, pitch-black object….
…Two. Three. Four.
And then, a fifth condom box, with a couple of condoms already spilled out from the torn packaging. They fell right next to me.
…Are you crazy? You clearly said you didn't have much left just a moment ago, didn't you? Then why did you bring five of these? Just how much did you do it when you were with Lee Hayoon? …I’m speechless. You’re lying about only hearing it over the phone, right? Thinking about it logically, there’s no way you were thrusting into my sister and ejaculating the whole time you were on the phone with me, right? You must have mixed in some foreplay, which is why it was so noisy for so long. Then again, guys all share this common trait of showing off useless pride in weird places. Thinking back to our practice session last time, it’s obvious you would have used two boxes at most. If you seriously intend to use all of those… you’re a monster. A semen monster.
"…."
The object I caught a glimpse of had the number '0.01' written in large letters. The alphabet proudly boasting 'XXL' was just a bonus.
…Because it reminded me of the secret practice we had in my room last time.
…Because it made me fantasize about what would happen if he really used all of those.
…Because for some reason, I suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed.
Forget about talking; I just buried my face back into the pillow.
"…."
"…."
But there was no time to sort out my feelings. Seo Woojin’s voice, clearly aroused with the intention of having sex, pounded against my eardrums.
…Just put on a condom and thrust away instead of worrying about me. If you did that, I could have just pretended to be fine, saying things like, "My sister doesn't like this kind of sex, she’d prefer something else," and so on. You jerk. You have no sense. If you can clearly see I’m embarrassed, just leave me alone.
"…Why."
"…Just shove your dick in and thrust, you idiot…."
"…."
A light weight settles on my thighs, where I had only felt a faint warmth before. Because of that, the body heat touching my skin is now much more vivid than before. It’s warm. And, it’s hot.
…The thing pressing hard against my buttocks. It’s so hot I wonder if he’s even human.
"…Can you even be rough?"
Rough, when you’re usually nothing but a softie? I scoffed and asked back, and a large hand latched onto my buttocks while I was lying face down. I wondered if he was going to leave handprints right away, but thankfully, that wasn't the case. He just kneaded my buttocks as he pleased, and as if that wasn't enough, he spread them apart without my permission. It’s obvious he saw everything during our first practice session last time, and it’s a place you naturally see when having sex in this position, but a subtle sense of shame washed over me, making my ears burn hot.
"…Pfft. Will that be enough? Lee Hayoon, she might be too embarrassed to say it, but she’d really want to be treated like an onahole, wouldn't she?"
"My sister usually wears her hair tied up, so you should pull it tight while you thrust…. …And she’d probably like it if you talked dirty, too."
I was just blurting out whatever came to mind because I was embarrassed, but Seo Woojin’s actions didn't stop there. He was… pressing his dick, which had been touching my butt cheeks, right against… right against *there*. When I couldn't take it anymore and glared back while clenching my butt to tell him to stop, he finally took his hand off my buttocks. And then, he reached out toward me with the same hand that had been gripping my butt.
"Ugh…, …yeah. Something like that."
"…."
"…You have to put your hand in all the way to the roots of the hair so it doesn't hurt…. …Yeah. That’s it…. Ugh…."
He grabbed my medium-length hair—which only reached my shoulders, much shorter than my sister’s—like a dog leash, forcing me to lift my head. He shoved the dick that had been touching my back passage into my vulva, rubbing it raw without even a condom. How should I put it? It wasn't so much that it was truly rough, but more like an action that said, 'I can do this much, too, you know?' Because of that, while a mocking laugh leaked out, …my heart was pounding so hard I thought I’d go crazy. It’s not that this is my type or anything. I’m the one doing this first, something my sister hasn't even done with her boyfriend yet. It’s like I stole his virginity before my sister could.
"…I asked you if you could do it."
"…."
"I’ll, I’ll lift it, so move aside for a second…. And, um…."
After Seo Woojin moved off me, he pulled my knees toward him and rummaged through the condoms next to him. Seeing as one was already torn, he obviously had one in his hand, but that wasn't what was important.
"…You idiot. You have to make my sister put the condom on you herself, too."
"…."
"My sister would love this kind of thing."
Unlike my expectations, the condom didn't have any particular fruit flavor. After properly checking the direction, I put it in my mouth and approached Seo Woojin’s dick.
"…Phew…. …Ah, damn it. My jaw hurts."
"…I’ll handle it, so shut up."
…I succeeded in covering the glans with the condom using only my lips without much difficulty. But perhaps it’s because I’ve only seen this done and lack the technique. Something wasn't going as planned, so I pulled the condom down slightly with my fingers. And just as I had finished putting the condom on past the glans.
"……Uph, uph."
"Uph…! …Uph uph."
With Seo Woojin’s dick back in my mouth, I pointed diligently at my head with my fingers. Meaning, don't just watch, …you pull it yourself. At that, his hand, which had only been supporting him on the bed, touched my head. At first, I worried that it might feel a bit more gentle than I thought, but thankfully, it was an unfounded fear. …He gripped my entire head inside that large hand of his, and until I couldn't swallow the dick any further, he pressed my face into his crotch as much as he wanted. In a way that the word 'violently' fit perfectly.
"…Hoo. Fuck…."
"……, …, …Keh…. Keh-huck…."
…Puh-hah. Swearing. You’re so bad at it. But since his voice is decent, I’ll give him a passing grade, barely, by my standards—even if I don't know my sister’s. After spitting out the dick that had been pounding my throat, I spat the saliva that had become sticky from being raped onto the dick, adding to the stickiness. Tears still come out when the glans hits the back of my throat, but since I can handle half of it without trouble now…. If I practice a little more, maybe I’ll even be able to do deep-throating properly. And that, too, before my cute sister who I’ll definitely gather together with later in front of Seo Woojin to teach her how to deep-throat—I wonder what kind of reaction she’ll have….
"…Yeah."
"…Um, my sister would prefer something like…."
"…You have to call me Lee Hayoon. I’m in my sister’s role…."
"…."
"…."
"…."
"…."
"…Give me your dick."
Before my cute sister, who I’ll definitely—
"…Please give me your dick…."
"…."
"…My pussy. …You idiot."
—A long, long time before my cute sister, who I’ll definitely teach how to deep-throat later.