Sisters (5)
"...It's getting late. Sister."
I hung my headset around my neck and checked the clock. It was already 10:00 PM. Staring at the double-digit numbers that had arrived before I knew it, I closed Discord—where notification sounds pinged every now and then—and picked up the phone I’d left under my monitor. Usually, she’d be home by 9:00 PM, let alone 10:00. But there was no news from my sister. It was just like that time a few days ago when she’d returned after having a blast with Seo Woojin.
...The excuse that she was going to meet a friend? In my opinion, that was a bold-faced lie. She definitely left out one word that should have been in front of "friend." Boyfriend. She wasn't coming home because she was off meeting Seo Woojin behind my back. Seeing that Seo Woojin wasn't on Discord either, it was 100% certain.
"Phew..."
Earlier, she’d suddenly asked me out of the blue to grab a beer... and after I turned her down because I couldn't be bothered, she must have gone to find Seo Woojin, looking all sulky. Probably to talk about something like, "I heard Jiyoon isn't a lesbian~." ...Well, or maybe, like a normal couple, sex was the goal.
"...Because of Seo Woojin, I'm the only one who... you jerk... damn it..."
I’d been dying of embarrassment trying to explain myself to my sister, and here you are, playing around with her without even sending me a message. You bad bastard. You asshole. You pervert. You bastard who’s only good at sex.
I spat out a few curses in my head and finally let out a sigh. I didn't like the fact that Lee Hayoon had that kind of misunderstanding in the first place, but whatever. She’s always had a screw loose in strange places anyway... and in the end, she seemed to understand, didn't she? I hope she doesn't have such absurd misunderstandings anymore. The headache Seo Woojin "cured" for me feels like it’s about to flare up again.
"..."
...Anyway. Seo Woojin, is he having sex with Lee Hayoon right now? Or maybe... something else? Because I have zero dating experience, I couldn't think of anything other than sex as something lovers do, but only for a moment.
I leaned back in my chair in a posture that was terrible for my lower back, and unlocked my phone. Since it’s come to this... I’m going to take a little revenge on Seo Woojin for annoying me, and on Lee Hayoon, who’s too busy being lovey-dovey with her boyfriend. ...And while I’m at it, I’ll record a little something.
"..."
When I called my sister with that thought, as expected, she didn't pick up for over 10 seconds. Judging by the fact that it was ringing, she hadn't turned her phone off. Maybe she was ignoring it on purpose because they were in the middle of sex. If it were on silent or vibrate, that would be one thing, but if she had the sound on, the flow would have definitely been broken. Since I’d already interrupted her enough, I waited about a minute and called Seo Woojin.
"...?"
But Seo Woojin was the same as my sister. He didn't pick up. I could clearly hear the ringtone. I could hear the sound that meant it wasn't connecting and was going to voicemail. He just wasn't answering.
"..."
...I don't know about my sister, but you should have picked up. You know exactly why I called. You could have just picked up like last time, pretended it was a wrong number, and left the phone somewhere. ...It means, "Lee Hayoon, go ahead and fuck her to your heart's content." Because next time, I’m going to do more than that. You idiot.
"..."
...Why. Why aren't you picking up?
174. Smell of alcohol. I don't really like it.
"...Ugh, chu-ugh..."
But right now... it’s not too bad. Is it because I’m a little tipsy? Maybe because it’s beer mixed with fruit flavor? ...Or maybe it’s because the smell of alcohol lingering on my lips is the one passed on from you.
"...Hayoon."
"..."
"Your phone is vibrating right now, it’s a call from Jiyoon."
"..."
"...Aren't you going to answer?"
"..."
"...I see."
"..."
Thud.
The sound of a phone being tossed beside the bed. Wrrr, wrrr, the vibration sound diligently announcing a call. I barely managed to hold back a goofy grin, and while pretending to be asleep, I reached out my arms toward Seo Woojin. ...To ask him to kiss me more, just like before. To tell him not to worry about someone like Jiyoon, and to kiss me more. She can just play games by herself, so pay attention to me, the one lying in front of you.
While pretending to be asleep, I hugged Seo Woojin. While pretending to be asleep, I met his gaze. While pretending to be asleep, I licked him diligently with my wet tongue. While pretending to be asleep, I lifted my hips to make it easier for him to take off my clothes.
"... ... ."
The vibration sound that had been ringing diligently beside the pillow stopped at some point. And a moment later, another vibration sound. Woojin, who had been stripping my clothes off violently as if tearing them, reached out and let out a small sigh before speaking. ...It was Jiyoon again. Asking what I wanted to do.
"...Don't answer."
"Is there something urgent..."
"If that were the case, you wouldn't have called your phone... you would have called me again."
"..."
"...Ignore it and keep going..., ...ugh..."
Actually, what I want to do is make it so you can't see her anymore. I wish you wouldn't even play games together. But it’s not that I don't understand Jiyoon’s feelings. ...Just like you saved me when I was almost assaulted while working part-time. Because you’re the one who solved the headache Jiyoon had suffered from for over 10 years. Because you were the first person to hang out with Jiyoon, who didn't have a single friend. I can understand her feelings leaning toward you even though she knows I’m dating you. I just don't like it. To Jiyoon, you’re still a guy friend. To me, you’re already my boyfriend. You should at least draw the line.
...If you’re unhappy, Lee Jiyoon, you should have dated him first. Or you should have never gotten caught. You should have done one of the two. You fool. So you should just stay home and... ...masturbate to old memories. I’m going to go back with plenty of traces that I had sex with Woojin.
"...Why, why aren't you taking it all off..."
"I thought it would be lewder to leave this draped over your legs."
"...You’re like a pervert."
"I am a pervert."
"...Well, you were a pervert from the start, treating a sister one year older than you like a younger sister. ...A total pervert."
"..."
"Where else would you find a woman as sisterly as me... ...Ah, wa, wait..."
"..."
Even the dolphin shorts I wore. Even the pure-looking, white, slightly damp underwear. I was being violated with them draped over one knee and one thigh. ...Because I wasn't wet enough for that cock to be rammed in deeply, it was slightly shorter than his cock. Slightly thinner than his cock. ...Slightly longer than my finger. Slightly thicker than my finger. With Woojin’s finger.
"...Ah, there.... Do, don't scratch it like that..."
"...You like it around here, don't you?"
"Because I like it... don't scratch it like that, ugh..., you shouldn't..."
Squish, squish. Until the sound of water that couldn't be any more embarrassing could be heard. To that, moans that were too shameful to even be called "sisterly" were added. To my heart's content. I was being ruined.
"I'm wet.... I'm so wet, so stop now...... ungh..."
"..."
"Stop, please stop.... I’ll call you Oppa, so..."
...Doesn't masturbation usually feel better when someone else does it? Since he knows exactly where my erogenous zones are and stimulates them, shouldn't it feel a little better than when someone else does it? When I do it alone, I use my index and middle fingers to scratch the vaginal walls, but right now, I’m being ignorantly stimulated by nothing more than a single middle finger hooked like a claw. It’s... incomparable to when I do it myself.
I stretched out the arms that were hugging Woojin’s neck and gripped his forearm, where veins were pulsing, tightly. Splish. Pfft. Watching his hand getting soaked in shameful liquid. I’ll beg him until I’m desperate. Please stop. I was wrong.
"Hayoon."
"Yes, no, yes, yes..."
"...The condom. Want to try putting it on for me?"
"..."
Even after he wiped his hand, soaked in transparent liquid, on my thigh, threw a vitamin-like package at me, and placed that "extreme" cock—which made my fingers look like nothing—on my lower abdomen. No. Something like that won't fit. ...It feels like it would crush not just my uterus, but my internal organs too. Rather than thoughts like that, I only thought about the pleasure I felt 10 seconds ago, and the pleasure that made my head go blank when that cock was rammed in. In the end, I put the condom on him with very clumsy movements.
"......"
Watching him pull and put the condom on himself because he wasn't satisfied, spit on it to coat it, and then push his glans into my vaginal opening. ...I covered my mouth in case the neighbors heard. Since that didn't seem like enough, I hugged the pillow that had been supporting my head against my face, trying to stifle my moans.
"...Crazy bitch."
"...Ah..., ugh... mph..."
From the glans, halfway. Gripping my thighs tightly, halfway. ...Because of the alcohol. Because of the alcohol. Trembling, I did that... shameful thing to Seo Woojin’s body.... .... ...Until I did that shameful thing. Halfway.
"...Hayoon."
"...... .... ......"
"Answer me. Lee Hayoon."
"...Ye, yes..."
Not only was I leaking shameful liquid, but... with a slight shadow cast on my lower abdomen. Hic, hieek, I buried a voice a girl shouldn't make into the pillow. Even as my waist jerked. The other half.
"...Do you remember what I said earlier?"
"What...?"
"...That if you passed out, I could treat you like a younger sister and fuck you as I pleased."
"..."
"...Hayoon."
"..."
"Lee Hayoon."
"..."
The sound of gasping breaths with my face covered by the pillow. I covered it with the sound of the bed springs as Seo Woojin changed his position. And the sound of the phone vibrating, starting to ring again without a hint of tact.
"...... .... ......♡..."
Thud. Thud. Thud. ...Pop, pop. With the sound of him ramming the cock—which was limited to just past the glans when I did it with my mouth—all the way to the root, all the way into the girl’s vagina, until his lower abdomen and iliac crest slammed into my thighs. ...It completely drowned out even the moans that leaked out late.
"...Ah, fuck.... Lee Hayoon..."
"......, ..."
Once. Twice. Three times. He gently scratched the vaginal walls that were tightening on their own with his glans. Once. Twice. Three times. Without caring about my condition, he rammed his cock deep, ten times. Twenty times. Thirty times. Literally ramming it in "as far as it would go."
He was going to ejaculate inside. After pouring it all out, he was going to block it with his glans so not a single drop could escape. Truly, like beasts mating. Like a beast raping me. Like crazy. Splashingly. Hotly. Violently.
"Phew..., phew.... Ungh.......... ......"
...Maybe Jiyoon did the same thing in this bed. Since her white hair was found here of all places, didn't they have sex? I imagined Jiyoon, who was always indifferent to everything, being pinned down by Seo Woojin, and I giggled like an idiot. For me, it feels good even if Woojin rams it in as deep as he wants, but... it’s obvious. She’s a huge crybaby, isn't she? She probably couldn't even take half of this, let alone all of it? She probably just toyed with the glans and ejaculated a little.
"......Ungh..., .... ......mph...♡......"
Like me, keeping the glans pressed against the deepest part. Splurt, splurt..., splurrr..., if it weren't for the condom, he would have been pounding against my cervix until it was soaked. Being able to receive that much semen is only possible when you can accept Woojin’s cock this far. ...Just because we’re sisters, it doesn't mean... our erogenous zones are the same.