Sisters (4)
Click. The sound of the water, which had been pouring out in a rush, ceases completely as I press the faucet. By my estimation, it took about five minutes. Ten at most. I figure that’s enough for a shower, so I shake out my damp hair and reach for a towel. I’m just washing up to get sweaty again, so what’s the point of being thorough? As long as the unpleasant stickiness and smell are gone, that’s all that matters.
"Whew..."
I’m in a good mood because of an unexpected event, but at the same time, I find it a bit strange that Lee Hayoon, uncharacteristically, was the one to suggest we drink beer today. Usually, if I didn't ask to spend time together first, she’d naturally be off with her friends, wouldn't she? Maybe she’s started to prefer being with me over hanging out with her friends... but to think so optimistically, the timing feels a bit sudden.
"Hmm."
Well, there’s no need to overthink every little thing. She’s not exactly the type of girl for whom the word "thoughtful" fits, so I suspect she just acted on impulse. She suddenly wanted to drink with me. She suddenly wanted to have sex with me. Just simple reasons like that. I’ve felt it for a while, but she really does feel like a puppy from the countryside that follows people around.
I pull on the new pair of underwear I brought in, and with the image of Han Su-a’s lion tail—which I’d seen to my heart’s content last night—still in my mind, I twist the bathroom doorknob.
"..."
Not a puppy. A squirrel.
That’s the first thought that crosses my mind as I see Lee Hayoon, holding a beer can as big as half her face in both hands, tilting it back with a gulp, gulp.
"Why are you drinking without me, Noona? The snacks haven't even arrived yet. And I wasn't here."
"...Phew..."
Could it be that she’s indirectly expressing that she wants to have sex quickly? I ask with a laugh, a towel still draped over my head, but there’s no answer. She just looks up at me with a blank, innocent expression, as if she didn't quite catch what I just said. And she does it while hiding her lips behind the beer can.
...She asks me to treat her like a Noona, so I don't know why she keeps doing such cute things. How am I supposed to call you Noona when you act like this? It would be one thing if you showed me even a shred of "Noona-like" behavior, but you only ever choose to act younger than your own sister.
"Just a second. Let me dry my hair first."
"...Okay."
Since it seems to be a silent expression of wanting to have sex, I suppose it’s best to play along. As I walk over with the wet towel draped over my shoulders, her dark green eyes follow me intently. ...Ah, to be precise, not me. They’re focused far below where my eyes are. They’re diligently tracking the bulge already half-erect inside my underwear.
I used to get looks like that often from the practice dolls. Receiving that kind of gaze from Lee Hayoon, however, feels quite good—unlike when I had to listen to the boring flirtations of those dolls. It means she’s being dyed by me, little by little, every time we meet. A girl who was so pure that her hymen was still intact just a couple of months ago is now looking at a man’s genitals without even trying to hide it.
Whirrrrrr.
Since I’ll likely be showering again after having a good time with Lee Hayoon, I dry my hair haphazardly instead of doing it properly. Just enough so the pillow won't get wet. Just enough so it doesn't feel damp. By the time I’d dried my hair to that extent:
Tssst—
A crisp sound cuts through the noise of the hairdryer. Surprisingly, it’s the sound of Lee Hayoon cracking open another beer can.
"Noona, wait a minute..."
...Ha. What kind of confidence is this, coming from someone who can barely handle a single can? She should have just waited quietly for the delivery snacks to arrive.
"I told you earlier to only drink one..."
"...It’s not for me."
"What?"
"...You. Drink... You have to drink. Yeah."
"..."
"...What are you doing? If you’re done drying your hair, come over here and... sit."
Fortunately, the second beer can isn't placed in front of Lee Hayoon’s lips, but carelessly on the table slightly to the side—at a distance where we’d have to press our thighs firmly together to sit. ...The fact that Lee Hayoon’s pronunciation is starting to get cuter than usual, the way one of her eyes is slightly drooping, and the fact that she’s having trouble with her usual motor control—the fact that alcohol is already coursing through her body is my biggest concern.
"...Look. You’re already drunk. I haven't even had a sip yet."
"...I’m not drunk. Look. I’m perfectly fine."
"Fine, my foot. Your pronunciation is already slurring."
"...Hmph. If I were drunk, I’d be passed out face-down here... like when I slept leaning on your shoulder last time."
"...So you weren't asleep back then."
"...You knew the whole time, so why bring it up now? Heh..."
I approach Lee Hayoon, who is sitting cross-legged in front of the table, giggling. She pats the floor right next to her, telling me to sit there. Her ponytail sways as her upper body wobbles slightly from side to side. Because of the oversized gray hoodie, only her fingertips are peeking out. ...How should I put it? It’s so quintessentially Lee Hayoon that I can't help but laugh.
"Whew... did you finish the one you were drinking earlier?"
"Hmm... half...? Half left."
"Drink slowly from here on out. Don't try to be a hero and pass out like last time."
"...Is it bad if I pass out?"
As I sit down close enough for our legs to touch, Lee Hayoon leans her head against my shoulder. Exactly like the day we had our first kiss.
"...Yes, it is."
"Why?"
"I can't exactly carry you on my back all the way to your place from here."
"Then you can just sleep over."
"...Usually, the taxi conversation should come first in this situation..."
"You can just sleep over..."
"..."
"..."
"...Here?"
"Yeah."
"...No."
"...The bed is big, too. Why..."
Because your sister would be jealous. Because she’d be jealous seeing you only reachable the next morning. Because it’s obvious that if you keep trying to stay the night with me using flimsy excuses, our haphazardly hidden secret relationship will be exposed. I swallow the secrets I can't tell Lee Hayoon yet, and gulp, gulp, I wet my throat with the beer in front of me before continuing.
"...Tomorrow is a weekday."
"...Then can I sleep over on the weekend?"
"How are you going to face Jiyoon?"
"I’ll just see her...? It might be a little embarrassing, but... it doesn't matter, right?"
"..."
"We’re a couple, we just stayed up all night... having lots of sex..."
...Is it because she’s drunk? Lee Hayoon, who was giggling, picks up the beer can she said was half-finished. And just as she brings the can to her lips, I silently snatch it away from her. Not caring that I spill a little, I down the rest of it into my stomach. Seeing the way she talks, I feel like I need to get a little tipsy myself.
"Whew... stop drinking now."
"I’m still perfectly fine."
"You look like you're about to pass out, so stop."
"I told you. If I pass out, I can just sleep with you..."
"Not that... you can't do it."
"...Ah, the lewd stuff?"
"..."
"...You kissed me last time... without even asking."
Thump. A light impact hits my shoulder as Lee Hayoon leans her head back against me. Thick, soft fabric touches the hand I had resting on the floor. Then, small, warm fingertips touch it in turn.
"...So, are you going to pretend to sleep leaning on me again?"
"...No? I don't intend to... just kiss and leave...?"
"..."
"...And you know, even if I really fall asleep halfway..."
"..."
"...Ah, your cock. It twitched."
"..."
"I haven't even said anything yet... you pervert."
"...It’s obvious. The rest of the sentence."
"...What did you think it was?"
I slip out from under her hand and cover hers with mine.
"...That it’s okay to have sex."
"Beep. Wrong."
...Not only me, but Lee Hayoon, without losing, wiggles her fingers out and presses down on my hand.
"Then what is it?"
"Secret. It wouldn't be fun if I told you directly..."
"Just tell me. I don't know."
"...Bring your ear closer."
"..."
"..."
Even when I pull my hand away to take the upper hand, she does the same. Without giving up. Constantly. She presses down on the back of my hand, playfully whispering the word "secret" into my ear.
"...Woojin. Woojin."
"..."
In the end, I was the one who lost. Lee Hayoon, having moved even closer, lightly pressed her hips against my hand. ...Thanks to that, her fingertips, now free, headed toward my waist. My drawers. She slipped her fingertips into the band around my waist and started to poke at it, tick, tick. Since we were sitting, it wouldn't come down easily anyway, but it was as if she was just trying to tease me. Just to make the sound.
"...Did you want to do something lewd with Noona? Our Woojin?"
"...I’ve said this before, but that really doesn't suit you."
"Huh...?"
"Acting like a Noona. It really doesn't suit you."
"Eh... I’m a year older than you, aren't I?"
"You don't show that side of yourself usually, so why do you do it only at times like this?"
"I showed you... that side?"
"...Don't make me laugh. Usually, you seem more like the younger sister than Jiyoon."
"..."
"...Hey, wait... Lee Hayoon..."
Creak. Spin. Lee Hayoon wedges herself into the narrow gap between the table and me, pushing the table slightly. Without even having time to pick up the empty beer can that rolled onto the floor, I’m pulled by the arms as Lee Hayoon unhesitatingly presses her lips against mine. ...As if to say, "Am I not a Noona now?" she tries to lead, unsuitably, directly. The sound of wet breathing fills my mouth. Along with a faint fruity taste. ...The taste of beer.
Because she still can't breathe properly while kissing, we break apart with a string of saliva, and then again. She pulls my neck tight. She lets me pull her waist. She licks my tongue. She licks my lips. She taps against my front teeth. It’s a kiss that feels more like a child’s than a Noona’s. A kiss that is just so Lee Hayoon.
"...Phew... Hehe."
"..."
"How was it...? Am I good at it now?"
"..."
"I practiced with a straw in my spare time... Heh..."
"..."
"And there’s something else I practiced..."
Creak. She pushes the table that was in the way of our kissing completely behind us now, and then—lips. Neck. Collarbone. Chest. ...I don't know where she learned it, but—nipples. She kisses my body slowly, licks it lazily with her cute tongue to leave her mark, and then pulls hard on the edge of my drawers.
...With a small pop, my cock, already engorged with blood, springs out.
"...How is it? How is it? Do I seem more like a Noona than Jiyoon now?"
"...I wonder."
"...Hmm... If you call me Hayoon Noona right now, I might... lick this until it gets much stiffer."
"...You call me Noona usually anyway."
"Do it anyway. Hurry."
"..."
"It’s easier than me calling you Oppa... Just say it like that."
"..."
"...Hurry..."
"..."
"..."
"...Hayoon Noona."
"..."
"..."
Bleh— Lee Hayoon’s saliva, which had dripped onto the tip of my glans, flows down along the frenulum. ...Looking up at my face, she leans down as if prostrating herself on the floor, and licks up all the saliva that had been flowing down the shaft of my cock, swallowing it back. Like she’s serving me. Like she’s cleaning me. Honestly speaking, I don't feel like she’s a Noona at all.
As I let out a pleasant sigh, Lee Hayoon, grinning with satisfaction, rubs her tongue diligently against my glans. ...My cock, filling with blood, is stuffed full into her small mouth that looks like it would be full with just two fingers. Only now does she roll up her sleeves a little, and using her saliva on her fingers and palms, she diligently strokes me, squelch, squelch.
"Mmph... Phew... Mmph..."
Because Lee Hayoon’s mouth is so small. Because my cock... is on the larger side. Swallowing all of it is still impossible. But because Lee Hayoon’s lips, shaking her head slowly, keep stroking my glans. Because Lee Hayoon’s tongue, licking my frenulum, feels insanely good. Because Lee Hayoon’s innocent fingers, which don't know that the twitching at the base of my cock is a signal, are stroking my cock much more pleasantly than I thought, even though I’m on the verge of ejaculation.
"...Noona."
"...Mmph...? Slurp..."
As if asking why I’m calling her, I press down hard on Lee Hayoon’s head, which is tilted with my cock in her mouth.
"...Ugh... Mmph..."
Splurt, splurt, splurt... I vomit my semen to my heart’s content into Lee Hayoon’s throat, which is busy tightening in time with my ejaculation. Even if she coughs or sneezes, she doesn't stop. It’s the same even when she opens her mouth a little to spit out the semen onto the floor because she couldn't swallow it all. Even when she looks up at me with resentful, tear-filled eyes, I only add more force to the hand pressing down on her head. ...Because Lee Hayoon doesn't spit out my cock herself. Rather, because she’s licking my cock slowly with her tongue, as if to make me feel as good as possible while I ejaculate.
Splurt... Splurt... Until the first ejaculation is completely over. Until my saliva, not my semen, leaks out from between her lips. I press her head down. Hard.
"...Phew... How much are you shooting? Seriously..."
"...Whew..."
"Ugh... It doesn't even taste good... This won't do. Kissing you like this..."
"..."
"If, if I bite, it’ll leave a mark..."
"..."
"...Ah..."
"..."
Lee Hayoon, who spat out my cock, which was still sticky with semen because she hadn't licked it all clean, tries to kiss me, chirping in anger. I pull her, who climbed back on top of me for revenge, into a tight embrace and leave a red mark on her snow-white neck. I can't be satisfied with that, so I move to her collarbone. Still not satisfied, I unzip her gray hoodie, pull up her sweat-dampened T-shirt and sports bra together, and leave a tooth mark—clearly a man’s—on each of her cherry-blossom nipples, which are hard despite her only having performed fellatio. ...I didn't intend to go this far. It seems I’m a little drunk, too. Even though I’ve only had half a can of beer. Like an idiot.
"Whew... Drink some water or something before doing that, how can you kiss me just like that?"
"...Do you think I swallowed it because it tasted good...? Here, I’ll rinse it out with beer. Happy?"
"...Only drink enough so you don't pass out. Or just spit it out."
"..."
"...Ha. I told you to spit it out, why are you drinking it again?"
"...Why, you ask? I told you earlier."
"..."
"If I really pass out... it’s okay for you to treat me like a younger sister and fuck me however you want."
"...You said it was a secret. Earlier."
"...Ah."
"..."
"...I, I don't know. I’m sleepy... I think I’m going to black out..."
"..."
"Snore... Snore..."
...Rinsing her mouth with beer, and Lee Hayoon, who swallowed it on her own whim, and overlapping our lips again, and getting up from the floor, enough to carry her to the bed. Like an idiot.