Two Actors, One Civilian (3)
"...I didn't lose. You must not have seen how turned on he was in my room earlier, Jiyoon. Seo Woojin is the type to get a rock-hard erection the moment I take off even a little bit of clothing. If I tease him a bit and ask for a kiss, he’ll thrust deep and hard until my ass is pressed flat against him. If I concede just an inch and call him 'oppa'… he’ll grab my wrists and—bam, bam—he won't stop until I’ve fainted from the sex…."
"...Anyway, the idea that I’d lose to you is laughable. You only have slightly bigger breasts than me, that’s all…."
*Flick.*
With the faint sound of a flick to the forehead coming from the living room, I gather my supplies. I had left Seo Woojin’s cross-body bag in the corner of my room, worried Jiyoon might try to swipe it. Inside, tucked between his monochromatic clothes, is a generous supply of… condoms.
I grab one pack, then, just in case, grab two more before standing up. If I bring a lot more than Jiyoon, it’ll be a show of dominance, right? A way of saying, "Unlike you, I need this much…."
"……."
Half of me is embarrassed: 'Am I really going to have sex right in front of Jiyoon…?'
The other half is expectant: 'I’m really going to have sex right in front of Jiyoon….'
With my heart pounding so loudly it echoes in my ears from the mix of shame and anticipation, I step into the living room where the two of them are.
And this is what I see.
"…Ah, sister."
"…."
Even though Woojin has her wrists firmly held to tell her to stop, Jiyoon hasn't given up. She’s clinging to him from the side, obsessively—squelch, squelch—eagerly stroking his… cock, which looks a little bigger than it did before.
"…Stop doing weird things and get off."
"Hm? I’ve already got his cock hard for you, sister, didn't I?"
I tried to steady my voice and sound like an older sister, but it didn't work at all. Well, she’s the type to package her attempts to seduce him into cheating as "doing it for my sister," so of course she wouldn't give up easily.
I let out a soft sigh at Jiyoon, who is still trying to best me even after seeing Woojin’s reaction. I watch her bury her face in his neck, inhaling his scent—in, out, in, out—before I toss a condom pack at her. Her dark green eyes, just like mine, sparkle as they turn toward me.
"…Open it."
"…Huh?"
"Open it. That."
"…This is a condom, though?"
"Yeah. Open it."
"…Is, is this, by any chance…."
As if asking what it means. As if asking if this is permission to have sex.
"You said you were getting his cock hard for me, right?"
"…So?"
"…So, you can at least do the opening part for me."
"…."
"…What are you doing? Open it."
I trample all over my younger sister’s expectant gaze. With a smug sense of superiority, I approach Seo Woojin, using Jiyoon’s body—which is right next to him—as a support. With my free thumb, I pull down my black dolphin shorts.
The warm dolphin shorts I just took off land not on Woojin, but on the spot where Jiyoon is sitting, glaring at me.
"…Ha."
The traces of sex between Woojin and me. It’s a slightly sinister message for Jiyoon: "You clean this up yourself."
Perhaps she understood, because Jiyoon lets out a dry laugh and tosses the condom she just opened toward me. I didn't catch it, of course, but it doesn't matter. I picked it up off the floor while still half-undressed, but it doesn't matter. It’s not like the winner and loser are going to change now, right?
Even if you sit there trampling on my dolphin shorts like that. Well, it doesn't really bother me. If anything, it feels good. Because it’s so obvious that you’re jealous.
…. …Ah, but regardless of whether it’s good or bad, it is embarrassing.
"…Take your hands off. I need to put the condom on."
"I'll hold it, so just put it on."
"I don't need your help, so take your hands off."
I’ve barely had any foreplay other than having my breasts touched, and the traces of my arousal are still thick on the panties I just took off. Because I’m still so wet, clear liquid is trickling down my thighs. I try to put the condom on like I’m experienced, but… I make a mistake. In the end, Woojin, unable to watch, helps me a little.
It’s embarrassing, but, well, it’s fine. There’s a girl right next to me who can only watch with eyes full of jealousy. This much isn't even embarrassing. The truly embarrassing part is you, the one who can only watch but refuses to give up and keeps observing from the side.
"…Then now…, ah, my clothes are a bit too big…. They’re covering everything…."
"Gather them up and hold them tight with your hand…. Yes, like that."
After putting the condom on all the way to the root, I climb onto Seo Woojin’s lap myself. Is it because I’m so turned on that the inside of the condom is already soaked with pre-cum? Or have I developed a secret preference like mine? Even though Jiyoon is clinging to him from the side, tickling him as if begging for attention, Woojin only grips my waist tightly.
I gather the hem of my baggy, cute sweatshirt forward so he can see my vulva clearly. By the time the shirt is revealing my waistline explicitly:
"…Ugh…."
In the end, even with my younger sister watching from the side, my boyfriend’s cock… begins to widen me, squelch, squelch.
"Relax. …You’re too tense, it won't go in."
"…Ugh, mmm…."
Woojin, sitting comfortably on the sofa, and Jiyoon, clinging to his side… they both stare intently at my vulva, which is twitching beneath my baggy sweatshirt. The first emotion I felt was a primal sense of shame, but what washes over it like a high tide is superiority. The superiority of knowing that while you, Lee Jiyoon, can only watch from the side, I have already swallowed Woojin’s glans—a feeling so intense it makes my waist tingle.
I let out a moan that escapes despite my efforts, and I pull my waist down.
"……Hiiik…, ……Hi…."
Even when the engorged glans scrapes sweetly against the inside of my vaginal wall, I pretend I’m used to it. Even when he presses down on a spot so deep my fingertips could barely reach, I pretend I’m used to it. Even when he passes the point where an average man would reach, I pretend I’m… used to it.
And then, to the very deepest part, where he shouldn't touch recklessly.
"Hey, don't touch……, …don't…."
"…So it goes this deep for you too, sister."
"Don't touch… you say…… …hick……?!"
"…Why? When I have sex, Seo Woojin touches me like this… and I like it."
"……! …, ……. …?!"
"You look like you’re feeling really good right now. …Sister."
"…Ugh……? …Mmm……?"
"…Ah. I can feel… your cock moving…."
"…Ough……."
"Seo Woojin, can you feel it too? My fingers stroking up and down?"
"…A little."
Jiyoon, who had been quiet until just a moment ago, playfully presses down with her fingertips. Below my navel. To that dangerous place that shouldn't be touched recklessly, that makes me reach a light climax every time it’s pressed. She reaches down.
"Haak…, ha……. …ha…."
After spending ten seconds that felt like ten minutes, I finally swallowed him to the root and began to gasp for breath, leaning into Seo Woojin’s chest.
Lee Jiyoon. That crazy… bitch. I never expected her to interfere like that. What is this? Seriously. I thought she’d try something like kissing him again. Or maybe touch Woojin’s chest like she does when she masturbates alone. I expected that much, but I never thought she’d press down on my lower abdomen, so I was completely unprepared.
The proof is this. The slippery liquid I can feel beneath my thighs, pressed tight against Woojin—liquid that is undeniably mine. The most embarrassing liquid for a woman, which he, sitting beneath me, is likely feeling too. While I was rubbing my forehead against Seo Woojin’s chest out of shame:
"……Hick, ugh…?"
I hadn't done anything. …I had just climaxed a little. And the pleasure showed no signs of fading. My head is filled with question marks.
"Ugh, huh…? ……Mmmgh…?!"
There is no piston action. Jiyoon isn't pressing her hand below my navel like before, and Woojin isn't thrusting his waist at will like he usually does. If anything, he seems to be having a hard time, just holding my waist and waiting quietly. …But, really, that’s all it is.
"…That, ugh……. Woojin…. Wait a sec……."
The pleasure I felt when Jiyoon’s hand touched my lower abdomen just now… it won't go away.
"……Hick…."
This is strange. It’s strange even if I add the excuse that it’s because Jiyoon is watching from the side. I’ve always felt good when he’s buried this deep, but the pleasure never stuck like gum and refused to leave before. Right now, even while I’m twitching with his cock buried to the hilt… every time my body shudders, that stimulation presses down on something. And because that feels insanely good, I climax easily. Because of that, I climax again. …Climax. Climax. Climax.
"……Me."
"…Huh?"
"Noona."
Just as my mind began to go blank, Woojin’s voice, heavy with sexual desire, brings me back to reality.
"Can’t you move?"
"…A, a little…."
"…Then."
"Eh, wait, Woojin…. Why are you suddenly… my ass…."
"If you can’t move yourself, I’ll do it."
"…You…? No…. Don't…. Don't move…."
"…Why? You look like you’re feeling really good right now, Noona."
"Bu, I, right now, seriously…."
No. If I move now, I might really… die. You know it too. You know I’m twitching because I’ve already climaxed. Usually, when I try to act like I’m fine to hide that I’ve climaxed, you figure it out like a ghost. …And then you call me cute and drive me until I climax several more times. Why are you pretending not to know now….
"…."
Ah, maybe….
…. …On purpose.
"Hick……?!"
By the time the thought hit me, Woojin’s hands were already pulling my ass up as high as they could. And then, naturally.
"Heugh……, …♡"
To the place where he enters. Press. Press. He pulls my waist down until he can strongly press against the deepest part of my lower abdomen, near the cervix, with the rubber membrane.
"Wait…. Wait a second……."
Even with Jiyoon watching from the side. Just like always. …No matter how much I tell him to stop, he doesn't listen at all.
"Hoo……."
"…Eek…!"
Perhaps the position was uncomfortable, because he picks me up while I’m trembling, and… the opposite of before.
"Lee Jiyoon. Move to the side a bit."
"…Ah, okay."
Unlike when she deals with me, Jiyoon nods obediently. On the spot where she was sitting. On the spot where my dolphin shorts, just thrown off, are crumpled up. I am laid down.
"Ugh…."
Bam, bam, bam. Unlike the slow, playful sex from a moment ago… it’s like we’re in the bedroom with the door locked. I am being fucked violently.
In the midst of that. By chance, over the arm I’m using to clumsily cover my face out of shame, I meet Jiyoon’s eyes. She’s looking at us not with jealousy, but with something more like envy.
"…Sister. Sister."
"Why, why……."
After calling me, she grabs Woojin’s head and… kisses her younger sister stickily. And Woojin, unlike before, readily accepts that kiss. I…
"…Hey, you two…, ugh…."
I have no choice but to look up at them while lying on the sofa.
"Ugh…, ugh?!? …Hick……."
Once again. The moment I try to say something, I climax because of Jiyoon’s soft touch on my lower abdomen. …I don't understand it, but I climax again. Because of the layers of climaxes. Because of the climax that feels like it’s melting my brain.
"……Heh…? …Heh……?"
Far from telling them to get off, all I can do is let out ragged, heated breaths.
"Ugh──……♡"
…He’s even doing it on purpose. So I can’t point them out, he’s pressing down hard on my deepest part. Squelch…, squelch, rubbing against it. Because of Woojin, who is slowly stroking back and forth as if checking where I’m most responsive.
"……! …?! ……, ………♡"
Hard. Hard. …Hard. With all his might. Because of Woojin, who keeps driving his cock into my portio so I can do nothing but leak pleasure from my mouth.
"…Ugh, pffft…, ……."
Splat, sploosh…, splooosh……. Because Woojin, who drove his cock into my cervix like a madman, ejaculated so much I could feel the condom puffing up. I couldn't stop them, and I had no choice but to watch the two of them kiss. And then, on top of me…
Does she have no conscience? Jiyoon, her lips wet, climbs on top, blocking the fluorescent light in a doggy-style position.
"Oops. I gave you a handicap, okay? You were the one who got the first ejaculation, sister…."
"What does that even…."
"What do you mean, what? …I need to have my turn so we can compare."
"…."
I could have told her to get lost because it was annoying. But if I win perfectly after she tried so hard… I’m curious to see what kind of expression she’ll make.
"…Do it just once. Instead, tomorrow…. Haa…. Use only two condoms…."
While catching my breath, I grant Jiyoon permission to have Woojin. …I was just lending him out tomorrow anyway, so I’m just giving her an advance. Why is she smiling so happily? She’s my younger sister, but she’s a bit of an idiot, I think to myself, hidden away.