My Sister Would Like This Kind of Thing (3)
"I thought the same thing last time, but your skin's really nice. You."
"…What's so nice about it. It's ordinary."
"You think? This seems pretty good, doesn't it?"
"Bullshit…. Grab any high school girl off the street and she'd feel about the same as me."
"So it's high school-girl skin. That counts as good, then."
"I was a high school girl until three months ago. Idiot."
Seo Woojin smiles at me the way he would at my sister and slips an arm around my waist. I yield my side so I won't get in his way, and dry my bangs in the dryer's low breeze.
What am I even supposed to call this feeling.
Embarrassed?
No. It's subtly different from that. I'm embarrassed enough to be spitting curses nonstop in my head, sure, but that's all it is. Not so ashamed I can't stand it.
Then nervous?
Well, I'm sneaking around doing something bad with my sister's boyfriend under the excuse of a PC bang, so that isn't wrong… but it feels like I'm leaving out something important.
Embarrassed. On edge. Pointlessly, viciously irritated. And yet the moment Seo Woojin's hand comes down over the towel, I swallow — quiet, gulp after gulp.
What do you even call a feeling like this.
"Anyway, I honestly think your skin's better than Noona's."
"……."
Tense?
Or—
I want to have sex?
Which of the two is the right word. …Is there even a right one between them. I don't know.
"You can keep drying me while I practice. We did it that way yesterday too."
"…Th-the dryer air… it's gonna be really hot, though?"
"It's fine. Yesterday Hayun-noona even aimed it at my body on purpose."
"……."
"Hayun-noona was so cute then."
"…Oh. Was she."
"Every time I touched her somewhere she'd say it tickled, tell me to stop, and just laugh — kyahaha…"
"I get it! I get it, so… just. Start. The practice."
Why is he going on so happily about Lee Hayun right in front of me. Do you have zero sense. You idiot.
The irritation flares, and passes. The dryer stays on low. I keep drying only my bangs like that, and he lets out a light little laugh and slowly starts moving his hands.
Barely touching me, he uses the towel he brought himself and wipes my lower belly. Then he drops a little and gently strokes my back, already dry, with nothing left to wipe. He gets at the underside of my breasts, where a faint cold sweat has started to bead, and the tops of my thighs the same way, and lets about a minute slip by like that.
"…Haaaaa…."
"…."
I shut the dryer off completely, drop my head, and let out a deep sigh loud enough for Seo Woojin to hear.
…Honestly, way below expectations. The foreplay was so much sloppier than I'd thought. My sister liked this? Why? That's how bad it was.
How do I put it. Too thin to call it foreplay. But the way his hands move is far too suspicious for someone who's only wiping me down. The towel taps near my pussy. There's no moisture left, and he still keeps fussing at my chest. The hands were pointlessly lewd.
Ah. Right. I get why Unnie said it tickled and laughed kyahaha. It literally tickles. That's why she laughed. Idiot.
And one more thing I want to point out.
"…Hey. Fuck…. Hold on a second."
"What?"
"Were you seriously calling that foreplay?"
"…Yeah. Why? Was it weird?"
"Last time I had you… practice the foreplay. You could just do it like then, so why…"
"Ah. That."
Why did you get worse?
I don't remember every detail, but I remember you kissing me while you played with my clit and my nipples. And I remember that I… came hard off nothing but that sloppy foreplay. So how come you can't even manage that now.
"You said it yourself at the PC bang. Don't only go hard — you need the gentle stuff too."
"……."
"I tried it like teasing. Drawing it out…. …Was it bad?"
"…Fucking awful."
"Mmm…."
Seriously. You dense bastard.
"…What did you do when it was with my sister."
"What do you mean, what. I wiped her with the towel for a bit…. Then I did it the way Noona likes."
"Which way?"
"That…. …A rougher way."
"You…. Haa…. Hey. You are seriously fucking terrible at teasing, you know that? Bad enough I'd rather just masturbate?"
"…."
"So just do it like this."
"Do what."
"For now, do it the way you did it to Unnie yesterday, and practice the teasing a little after. Got it?"
"…Okay."
"Come on. Don't waste time, hurry and…"
I can barely breathe.
"Hey, fuck…. Mmph……. Chup…."
Saliva that isn't mine slowly fills in past our tongues, sticky and smacking. Not so much I have to gulp all of it down, but enough that it keeps covering my throat and I can't ignore it. The moment I barely swallow, more of it slides slow along my tongue and starts covering my throat again. Mine and Seo Woojin's, mixed thick, becoming one, slow.
"Haa, ha…! …Ha…. Nnh…."
What do I do about this clueless dense bastard. How do I make it feel better than yesterday's Lee Hayun, so he can only think of me. A minute ago my head was crammed with every kind of thought, and now I'm just blank, thinking nothing.
…I think everything went white in front of my eyes earlier. Now it's the opposite. Not white at all. Pitch black.
Even when Seo Woojin pulls his lips away for a moment and leaves a mark on my nape. Even when his fingers pinch and squeeze, however he likes, the nipples I'd been covering with my arm. Even when a soaked, squelching sound rises from my pussy, wet through and being stirred open beneath the towel I'd only barely laid over it.
"Wai…"
Flailing. Flailing. I just twitch my waist while clutching the dryer that's already off, press my trembling knees tight together, and slump back into Seo Woojin behind me, rubbing my half-dry white hair against his solid body. That's all I can do.
"……. Chup…."
I use the brief gap when our lips part to pant into the empty air, and the moment Seo Woojin — holding me from behind — catches my chin in those thick fingers and opens my mouth, I just stick my tongue out, meek, and take the kiss. That's all.
"…Mmph…. Hup……."
His cock, blood-stiff and absurdly thick, grinds against my ass through his underwear, and I can't grab it and stroke it, can't take it in my mouth, so all I can do is sway and quietly rub it with my hips.
I can't do anything.
"Pwah…. Hak…! Haa…."
"…The dryer. Just put it over there. Or set it on the floor. You're not even using it right now."
"Dryer…. Ah, mmn…."
"You look like you're feeling good, so that's a relief. I was a little worried you'd hate it."
"……."
"…Ah. You told me not to say that."
"…Don't. Hearing it…, nnh…, embarrasses me…."
"Okay. Okay. Your face is bright red, so I guess you mean it. I'll be careful."
I toss the dryer onto the table beside me, and Seo Woojin bites my ear without missing a beat. It's dirty because of the spit, don't leave teeth marks, what are we going to do if Unnie finds out — I think I was yowling something like that. When I come back to myself, my cheek and chin are caught in one of his hands and the kiss is simply going on. The sound driving into my ear isn't those complaints. It's only the wet, messy sound of the kiss.
…Ah. No. The kiss is being hammered straight into my head from inside my mouth. So it isn't going into my ear. Right.
"………Nnh…, chuup…. Puh……."
One step on trembling legs. Then one step back, just to keep my balance. My waist is locked tight in his arm so I can't run, and I only twitch, meaningless, and give him my whole body.
The kiss is one thing. It's the inside of me — the same hand that was holding my chin a moment ago, now plunging in, over and over, against my walls. That feels good to a ridiculous degree. Standing on nothing but my own legs is far too hard.
It's completely different from shoving my own fingers in there. No. Wrong. Of course a man's fingers are longer and thicker, so there's that. How should I put it. It feels like he's stimulating me already knowing exactly where I like it most. Or like he's forcing pleasure into me, thud after thud, even though I don't want it. That kind of feeling. Completely different.
"Nnmph…. Puh…. Puhh…."
My rough breathing and my clumsy kissing, plus Seo Woojin's roughness, and a strand of saliva slides down my cheek. …Ah. Shit. Gross. I think that, and my hand is only busy scratching at the wrist in front of my clit.
My mouth is sealed shut the way it was in my room last time, so I can't say wait a second, please stop. I can't get those words out. All I can do is obediently swallow Seo Woojin's spit. His fingers keep scraping and stirring only the places that feel good, and I feel like I'm about to come right—
"……. Nnghk…. ………♡"
—now.
A thin spurt. Another. I just clamp my thighs and keep scratching at his wrist.
"Mmph, mmph…! ……Nnh…?!"
I already came. I came. Not even giving me time to breathe, still rubbing my walls with his fingertips — that's cheating. A girl comes again if you do that. You idiot. If this keeps up, my head is actually going to break.
Please. Please….
My hands, pale from nothing but shutting myself in and gaming, were raking at his wrist — bulging, vein-roped — when Seo Woojin's lips pulled away.
…And I couldn't say a word.
"…Hey. Lee Jiyoon."
"…Heh…. Heeh…. …Hehk…."
"Lee Jiyoon."
"…Heeh…? Heh…?"
"Do we… really have to practice the gentle stuff?"
"…."
Saying that while he presses his cock — swollen that hard, stiffer than a moment ago, no comparison — into my ass like he wants to shove it in right now.
"Hayun-noona just liked it when I pounded my cock into her like this."
"…."
Even if my IQ is down at an animal's level… as long as my sex is female, there's no way I can miss what he means.
"…The teasing. Do we really need it."
"…."