Two Actors, One Civilian (2)
"...Hah, *slurp*, *nngh*... Ph-..."
It wasn't anyone else, but my own sister. Beneath the loose sweatshirt she wore for pajamas, which she had pulled up herself, Seo Woojin’s gentle hand—which had been doing nothing more than interlacing fingers with hers just a moment ago—was now tracing upward, grazing her snow-white skin, which was already flushed red to the tips of her ears.
It wasn't as if we were alone in the living room. I, her younger sister, was staring right at them. ...Aggressively.
My sister, fumbling to touch the pajama pants that were shaded by the shape of his erection. And Seo Woojin, who had shoved his hand inside her clothes to knead her bare breasts to his heart's content. They were doing nothing but making wet, sloshing sounds with their tongues.
"...Don't squeeze so hard, it's not..."
In the midst of that, my sister—after glancing over at me with eyes identical to mine—tilted her head back prettily to make it easier for her boyfriend to kiss her. She made sure to announce the situation beneath her sweatshirt in vivid detail, as if she wanted someone nearby to hear, accompanied by the *smack, smack* of lips parting.
...I think I finally understand why he said I 'resembled' my sister. Of course, I wasn't certain, just guessing, but perhaps he meant we were a lot alike in the 'lewd' department. I only knew the sister who usually wagged her tail like a puppy in the countryside, but Seo Woojin knew what she was like in bed, too.
"*Hngh*..., ……. ...*Phah*..."
While I stood frozen, watching their display of affection, the remote control slid off the sofa, pushed by my sister’s hand as she gripped the cushion. A short, breathless "Woojin..." slipped out between the sounds of their kissing, but she never got around to picking the remote back up.
Whether he was truly that aroused, or just pretending, Seo Woojin ignored his girlfriend’s words and pulled her clothes up, draping them over her breasts.
"Woojin... ...Hey..., Jiyoon is watching..."
Because he was busy showing off her body right in front of my eyes. ...Her body, which, unlike mine, bore a couple of love bites, showing it all without a shred of concealment.
"If you're embarrassed, cover it up. You have hands, don't you?"
"...I've already shown her..., so..."
A scene I had only seen in my delusions, a spectacle I had scoffed at, thinking I’d never see it in reality. Now that it was unfolding right before my eyes, my heart was racing too fast—partly from anticipation, and partly from... jealousy.
"...And just how long do you intend to keep touching my cock?"
"...This is, um... if I keep it hard now, it’ll be... more comfortable later..."
The cherry-blossom-colored nipples that had hardened just because Seo Woojin touched them for a second. The faint teeth marks beside them, clearly from when he’d bitten her in the room just moments ago. And the reddish love bite on her snow-white upper chest that stood out so prominently. Watching them quietly, bad thoughts kept creeping into my head.
What if I were to be dirtied even worse than that, and she had to watch? What if, when Woojin did it with me, he ejaculated even more than he did with her...? I was curious to see how she would react. ...I was starting to get wet.
"..."
So, I’m sorry to you, who’s trying to instill a sense of superiority in her by showing her you’ve 'won' me, but—
"...Woojin."
"Hey, wait... Jiyoon, why are you again to Woojin..."
Mind if I cut in for a bit...? I don't know about later, but for right now, I’ll play the role of the loser perfectly. ...I’ll play the role of the younger sister who feels inferior to her sister perfectly.
"...You like this kind of thing more than just touching breasts, don't you?"
"..."
"She doesn't do this for you because she thinks it's dirty, right? ...And the sex is fucking boring, too. ...I can tell."
Like this. Crawling between your legs, smelling your cock through your pajama pants... I’ll do that. Instead of the lips meant for my sister, I’ll kiss this lightly. *Lick, lick*. It’s just the taste of fabric, not the taste of a cock, but I’ll just do the gentle licking, okay...? ...You were acting like you were so aroused next to my sister, but now you’re looking down at me, kneeling between your legs, and smiling slightly. And just now... your cock is twitching. Can I take that as consent?
"...Th-that, I can do that much too... ...*Ah*..."
Just as my sister, sitting beside us, tried to retort that she could do fellatio too, I ignored her and tugged down Seo Woojin’s pajama pants. I couldn't pull them down completely since he was sitting on the sofa, but somehow, I managed to pull his half-erect cock out, *thump*, right in front of my sister and me.
"...*Hngh*, *slurp*..."
Just like my sister was kissing Seo Woojin, I gently licked the underside of his glans, which hadn't fully swelled yet, with my reddish tongue. ...It was so embarrassing my waist was trembling, but like a pet wanting to be loved by Seo Woojin, I started making lip sounds against his glans.
"...*Pfft*... Ah, so embarrassing..."
*Smack, smack*. Sounds that, if you only heard them while covering your eyes, you’d mistake for a light kiss. And then, I intended to take on Seo Woojin’s sticky sexual desire by performing fellatio instead of my sister...
"...Don't look at things like that."
My sister, who had been sitting quietly next to Seo Woojin until a moment ago, tried to climb onto his lap to embrace him, so I had no choice but to step back.
"Ah, shit... ...What are you doing?"
"'What am I doing?' ...That's my line, why are you saying it?"
"..."
"Just watch TV quietly. Or go into your room. ...Stop trying to get in the way no matter what."
It was my sister’s line. Right. Telling me to watch TV. Right. Trying to get in the way of the two of them no matter what..., ...that was right, too.
Perhaps because I couldn't be completely shameless yet, I dodged her gaze, at a loss for words. My sister, wrapping her arms around Seo Woojin’s neck, whispered in a voice loud enough for me to hear.
"Woojin. Fellatio..., ...do you like it?"
"..."
In a soft, affectionate voice. As if to say she could do that much for him anytime.
"Why didn't you tell me. ...It's not that hard. Though, the reaction when I did it last time... was good."
It wasn't just you, Lee Jiyoon, who’s done it. She’s done it, too.
"Before we sleep tonight... after everything is over, I'll do it for you one last time. That... cleaning fellatio... ...Okay."
With their foreheads touching, creating a space for just the two of them. At a distance where their breath could touch. Whispering. So I could hear it all.
"So, before we get all dirty with semen... ...let's keep kissing, okay?"
They hugged each other tightly and continued their wet, sloppy kissing.
"Yeah..., *slurp*....... *Phah*..."
...That somehow felt less like it was for the sake of acting... and more like it was genuine. It was disgusting to watch.
"..."
Next to the two of them, who were hugging tightly, I knelt on the sofa, matched his eye level, and thrust my face in right next to the lips of my sister and Seo Woojin, which were glistening with the saliva they’d smeared all over each other.
"Hey, wh-what are you doing...!"
"What am I doing? ...Something similar to my sister."
"You're not even dating, and you're kissing..."
"Save the kissing for my sister, your girlfriend. I don't want that, I want... this."
...Should I call it being a 'mistress'? To perform the one-sided courtship befitting my current position as a 'mistress'.
"..."
While Seo Woojin was kissing my sister, I pressed my lips to his cheek, which had no owner. I nibbled on his ear. I went down to his shoulder, tickling him as if licking his skin, and left my own lip marks on his manly shoulder, his forearm, and the back of his hand—before my sister’s marks could be left there. Finally, reaching the very end, his fingers.
"...I like you."
"..."
"I like you. I like you..."
Picking out the words my sister would hate the most, I spat them out. *Lick, lick*. The tips of his fingers. Between them. Even his palm. I smeared my saliva on them with great care.
...Before my puppy-like sister could mark him with her scent first. I would. First.
"Hey, Lee Jiyoon...! He’s my boyfriend, you know...?"
"I know. I’m just saying I like him... ...Why? Are you scared that Seo Woojin might turn his heart toward me just because of this?"
"...It’s not like that."
"It sounds like it is, though?"
"I told you it’s not...!"
My sister glared at me, spewing out the reaction I’d expected even though I’d only scratched the surface. And then, without caring that I was right there..., ah. No, wait. Rather, she continued her sweet skinship with Seo Woojin as if to show me. Watching my sister and Seo Woojin, who was glancing over at me, I carefully set a trap.
"Then how far are you confident, sister?"
"...What?"
A trap for me. ...One that Seo Woojin would probably like, too.
"You said it earlier. You’re not scared by something like this."
*Smile.* It had been so long since I’d made a face like this that I’d forgotten how, but for some reason, the smile came naturally right now. Along with it, I rolled his fingertips with my tongue and continued my question.
"...How about this? How is it?"
"...I don't think much of it."
He looked like he thought plenty of it, no matter how I looked at him. Only, because of his pride, he was just acting like it was nothing. I let out a dry laugh and leaned in close to Seo Woojin’s cheek.
"How about this?"
"..."
"Hey. It tickles. ...Don't do that."
Maybe it’s because I nibbled on her boyfriend’s ear. This time, unlike before, there was a reaction. But for now, twitching his eyebrows cutely was the extent of it. ...What a shame. If my sister exploded, it would all be for nothing, so it wouldn't be to that extent..., but I wish there were a slightly more precarious reaction.
Sex isn't an option yet. Precarious? The moment I brought that up, I’d get slapped by my sister and tumble off the sofa. So, what’s naturally left is foreplay. ...Or, kissing.
"...Eh, w-wait...!"
Just as that thought crossed my mind, I shoved my head between my sister, who was looking at me with a pout, and Seo Woojin. Quickly.
"..."
...For the first time, in front of my sister. With her boyfriend. After finishing a kiss—or rather, a peck—where our lips overlapped, but we couldn't share saliva or breath, I was pushed by my sister’s shoulder and fell onto the sofa.
"*Pfft*.... ...Why? Are you scared of kissing?"
"You, you..."
...Well, that alone was enough for me. Watching my sister, who was spewing words like a broken machine with her ears and cheeks flushed red.
"...Ah, sister.... I guess you’re not confident in the lewd stuff..."
"...That’s not true!"
"Like kissing. ...Or sex."
"I put the condom on faster than you did...!"
"That, I also have the time I took the condom off and let him cum outside."
"..."
"...*Pfft*. ...You lost to me? Sister."
"...You, stay there and wait."
Watching my sister suddenly head into her room, perhaps to grab something.
"...Did you get caught? Cumming on your school uniform?"
"Yeah. I intended to do that from the start? ...To make my sister go absolutely fucking crazy."
"...You crazy bitch."
*Twitch, twitch.* I could have climaxed so pleasantly..., ...but, oh well.