Blood is Thicker Than Water (3)
Ten minutes since the two of them entered the room. Contrary to my expectations, there were no loud, alarming sounds. Perhaps they were aware that what they were doing was shameful, as I could only overhear their hushed whispers by pressing my ear tightly against the door.
"…."
But still. If it were the sounds of sex, it should be much, much louder than this. I don't know why it’s so quiet.
— …Hey……. …Fingernails……….
It wasn't a whisper I had to strain to hear like now. There should be the sound of rhythmic, intense pounding—thwack, thwack—that would pierce through my fingers even if I were lying in my own bed with my ears covered, let alone standing right outside the door. What on earth are those two doing in there? They brought three condoms with them, so why is it so quiet? At this point, it’s not sex; it’s just practice for putting on a condom….
— Jiyoon……. …Turn around……. …Hoo……. Just stay on your hands and knees…….
— ……Ngh….
Their voices were thick with panting, so faint I could only hear them by pressing my ear against my sister’s door. And then.
— ……….
The rustling sound you hear whenever someone tosses and turns in their blankets. The loud, creaking sound of the bed springs, as if they were shifting around on the mattress. And as that clamor subsided, a swear word slipped in: "You... bastard." Then, the lies: "No. No." And the faint, whimpering moans of my sister, composed of words I’d never heard her use before: "…Hick, …hieek." Along with those moans, the rhythmic creak, creak of the small springs began to hammer against my eardrums.
"…."
But there was none of the embarrassing, shameful moaning I made when I was ravished by Woojin. No sounds of the bed sheets getting soaked with embarrassing fluids, accompanied by a vacant, "Hnya-" kind of voice. It was all so far from Woojin’s usual tastes—it felt a little lacking to be called "sex."
That made me feel a bit relieved. If all the sex Jiyoon had with Woojin until now was like that, she’d struggle to even use the single condom she’d snatched from me earlier with such bravado.
"…Heh."
Funny. When Woojin is with me, he pounds away as if he’s trying to break me….
So, she was mocking me earlier, having only ever experienced sex like that? Well, I suppose it’s inevitable since he’s my boyfriend. The person Woojin likes isn’t Jiyoon—it’s me, right? Having sex with you, Jiyoon, is just… a pitiful act of sympathy.
"…."
What if I were to have sex with Woojin out in the open, not in a room, but somewhere like the living room? If I were to mate with him aggressively and intensely right in front of Jiyoon, wouldn't I be able to return the provocation she gave me a hundredfold?
I lifted the corners of my mouth, imagining the scene a few hours from now. I walked quietly to the bathroom, then deliberately stomped back to my room, making sure to make my presence known. Either way, once the remaining fifty minutes passed… from then until nightfall, every second would be mine.
"…Did I put it in here…?"
I had to make sure I didn't hear their voices. In my mind, I wanted their encounter to end as nothing more than a bland, tasteless "friendship sex." I shut my door tight and meticulously searched through my unnecessarily large wardrobe.
"…Ah, right. It’s probably in a box, not the wardrobe…."
To make the most of these fifty minutes, I should be thinking about how to make Woojin more excited than usual.
"…Found it."
That would be the best way.
In my room, on my bed. Even with the lock on the door having broken ages ago, my sister—eyes wide open—could burst in at any moment if she just turned the handle. And yet, with my sister’s boyfriend—of all people—I had "naturally" ruined all the contraceptives we were supposed to use.
Slowly, slowly. I forced open the vaginal opening that had been tightly shut until I knew you, using the thick head of your member. We made our skin touch directly, without even a thin layer of rubber between us.
"…Hoo…. This feels a lot hotter than I thought it would."
"Hek…. Heh…."
We were even huddled under the covers.
"…Are you okay? Jiyoon?"
"…U-uh, yeah…."
"Your back is covered in sweat. Are you really okay?"
"Just…. I’m fine…. …Just keep thrusting…."
I used that flimsy excuse—that we couldn't let my sister find out we weren't using a condom if she burst in—even though if she walked up and looked at our connection, she’d know the truth immediately. Without mentioning the obvious loophole that even you, and even I, could have thought of in three seconds, we huddled under the thick blanket, covering ourselves up to our heads.
"…Yeah……. Ngh…."
Sweat-drenched and on our hands and knees. Close enough to feel each other’s scent. Close enough to feel each other’s heartbeats. We pressed against each other.
"…Ah, damn…. Wait…, my back stings…."
"…Ha……. Haa…."
"How hard did you scratch me earlier?"
"…I don’t know…. …It felt so good, I didn't realize I was gripping so hard…."
"…."
"And you can heal it in an instant anyway…. …Yeah, ngh…, hey, wait……."
Thwack, thwack. I accepted the man quietly, so my sister, who was timing us in her room, wouldn't hear. So that even if she were waiting right outside the door, she wouldn't hear.
"…I told you earlier, haa…. …don't thrust your dick, all the way, to the base…."
Only so we could hear each other. With the edge of the blanket pulled over our heads, sharing breathless gasps.
"…Hey, Seo Woojin…."
"…."
"Can’t you, ngh, hear me…?"
"…."
"Excuse me…. You perverted, bastard…."
"…."
"Your girlfriend’s… younger sister, ngh… you’re fucking her, openly, without a condom…. …Can’t you hear anything…?"
"…Yeah. I can't hear a thing."
"Damn…. You’re listening, yet…. …why do you keep thrusting your dick, all the way to the root…. …Ugh…."
"…."
"…Slurp, slurrrp…. Pfft…."
As if telling me to shut up because I was being too loud, Seo Woojin, who was holding my neck while I was on my hands and knees, pulled my chin up. He forced my head back, and as I exchanged tongues with him while he looked down at me, the sound of our saliva mixing—slurp, slurp—was completely buried. Splat, splat.
"…Ngh-k…, phew…. Hey, Seo Woo…. ……. It’s too deep…, I clearly told you earlier…. …ugh……. Slurp…."
He didn't seem to like the gentle piston movements. Thwack, …thwack. He thrust violently, making my buttocks, which were hitting his lower abdomen, ripple lightly. He thrust his boyfriend’s—my sister’s boyfriend’s—fully erect member.
"…You perverted, bas…tard…. ……, ……."
"…What is it this time?"
"Slowly…. I’ve told you how many times to go slowly and shallowly…. Why, why do you keep forgetting…."
"If I go slowly like you say, you’ll just nag me to go faster in a little while…. Hoo…. You’ll push me."
"Bullshit, …hick…. Don't talk bullshit…. Every time I ask you to, you just thrust faster…, you… Ngh?! Ugh…."
"Hoo…."
"Slowly…. Slowl, y……. …Ough……."
"…."
"The bed might… break……. …Yeah……. So, stop… pounding your glans against my cervix…."
"…If it breaks, we can just do it in Hayoon’s room. We could even do it as a threesome."
"St…upid, there’s no way my sister would allow that…. ……♡ ……."
To the limit of penetration, truly, the literal limit…. Until my mind flashed pure white. Underneath the blanket I usually use to sleep.
"……, …. ……♡ ………, ……Pfft…."
I was being rammed. I was being impaled. While being forced to tilt my head back and kiss him obscenely, drinking down the male’s saliva, I was being ravished thoroughly in a position I had no interest in, but one my sister would likely enjoy.
"Why? She might allow it more easily than you think."
"…Phew…. Allow…? Ah, right. If the condition is… hick… that I kneel beside my sister’s bed, she might allow it…."
"That sounds fine. Should I ask her right now? Shall we go out?"
"…Don’t talk crazy just because I played along with you…. …For the remaining time, don’t even think… ngh… about leaving my room…."
"…."
"Don’t leave……. Just, keep having sex with me…."
Don’t leave. Instead of you talking about that kind of topic with my sister, it would be better to use up the entire hour she set to stimulate her jealousy. That would be the easiest way to see the look you want. I spoke quite incoherently instead of giving a proper reason, but unlike the messy process, the result was decent enough.
"……. …Hey, you, …ngh…, again to the root of your dick…."
"…Just a little. I’ll do it just a little. …Right up until just before I ejaculate."
"How much is ‘a little’……."
"…Three minutes."
"Absolutely, absolutely not. I can’t handle that…."
"…Two minutes."
"I said no…. That, my mind really goes blank…."
"…One minute."
"…."
"…."
"…Do, do you really have to do it…?"
"…Yeah."
Lying flat on the bed, being hugged by him from behind—that was fine. The fact that his breathing, even more excited than before, was pouring into my ear, which must have been bright red—that was fine too.
"…3, 30 seconds. Do it for just 30 seconds…. I’ll try to endure that much somehow…."
"…."
"Did you hear me? …If, if you heard me, answer…."
Now, he was lying on top of me, pressing down on the back of my head and forcing my face into the pillow.
"……, ……Ngh-k…. …Puh, …phew…, mmm……. Ugh…♡"
Inside the sweltering blanket, it wasn't that I was being pleasured pleasantly, but rather that my cervix was being crushed mercilessly, causing me to climax and draw up moisture. The bed beneath us groaned more loudly than I did, creaking and squeaking. Only about 10 meters away from my sister, I was being ravished by her horny boyfriend, my earlobe lightly bitten as if I were being raped, and being pressed down.
"…Hey, 30, seconds…. have passed…."
"…."
"…Seo Woojin…. 30 seconds, have passed…."
It was closer to my sister’s taste than mine, but… it wasn't half bad.
"Why is your dick still……, thump, thump…. …ngh-hick……?"
"…."
"Ah, seriously……, I shouldn't have trusted a horny bas…tard……."
"…."
"…I don’t know. Now I really don’t know…. You perverted bastard……."
"…."
Why does this feel so good? To put it negatively, it felt like being treated like an object by a man, but why did that feel good, when I’m not even Lee Hayoon? I frowned slightly at the wave of self-loathing. Chewing on the pillow, which was soaked with tears and saliva, I eventually gave up. Instead of reaching for the condom I’d left nearby, I pressed my fingertips firmly against my clitoris while Seo Woojin thrust his dick inside me as he pleased.
"…… …Ah, ……. ……♡ ………♡…."
Forget about making clean evidence to show my sister. I just kept the climax—the pleasant climax—in my mind. I thought about how the bed sheets would be ruined, and that I should put something underneath, but I threw that rationality into the trash bin as well. I started rubbing my fingers so hard I worried my clitoris might get raw.
"…Heh…, ngh……. ……."
I didn't stop even when Seo Woojin, who had pressed his lower abdomen tightly against me, started ejaculating inside me. I didn't stop even when Seo Woojin, seemingly wanting to release the remaining semen, thrust into my vagina again, making squelch, squelch sounds. Eventually, only after Seo Woojin had filled my womb with several more loads of fresh semen without pulling out—
"Phew…, ph…. …hieek………♡"
Squirt, squirt…, ……. …. …Shhh…, even while my waist was trembling, I squeezed his still-hard dick tightly. Until I sprayed a lot of the liquid I was too embarrassed to name directly onto the bed.
"……Hoo…. …Huu…."
"…Lee Jiyoon. You want some water, too? You must be thirsty."
"Yeah…."
"I didn't see a water purifier last time. Is it in the fridge?"
"That, glass bottle…. In the fridge door…. The color of plum tea…."
"Plum tea color…. Right. Rest for a moment. I’ll go get it."
Seo Woojin stepped out of the sweltering blanket and walked out of the room. I stared blankly at his back, then slowly lowered my gaze. What I saw was, naturally, my bed sheet, which had become a mess with all sorts of fluids.
"…."
I let out a deep sigh at the hopelessness of it all and pressed my fingertips into the sheet. I had a tiny thought that it might be okay if I wiped it off with tissues quickly, but looking at the state of it, tissues wouldn't be enough. It had already soaked in, and it was all sticky and… ugh….
"…."
What should I do? I don't know how to wash bed sheets, so I’ll have to leave it to my sister in the end…. …What should I really do? Will she beat me to death, asking if we did it without a condom?
"…Ah. No, wait."
What if I just lie and say we only took the condom off when he ejaculated? This much wouldn't even be noticeable. But if that happens….
"…."
My sister, even if she complains about it being dirty, wouldn't she compare the amount she squeezed out with the amount I squeezed out after eyeballing how much semen there was?
"…."
If that’s the case, since it’s already spilled… maybe it would be better to… dirty it even more with semen than this, and show it to her as if I’m bragging? Would that be better for stimulating her?