99. House Viewing
“⋯Get up.”
⋯My body felt heavy.
“Hey, you’ve been out for an hour and a half. Oppa. Come on, wake up.”
But my mind was refreshed. It felt like all the exhaustion weighing on my heart had been completely healed. Taking my little sister’s voice—poking at my cheek—as my wake-up call, I stirred from my nap.
⋯Was it hot? I must’ve shrugged off my cardigan while I was sleeping.
“Sleep well, oppa?”
“Yeah. Thanks to you.”
“Of course you did. You got to hug a super warm, squishy pillow all you wanted. ⋯Though no one else could use it now—it reeks of you.”
“⋯Yeah. The pillow was so damn fluffy, I slept like a rock without a single dream. ⋯You sleep okay?”
“⋯I didn’t sleep well at all.”
“Why not?”
“Because you kept doing this.”
The second her adorable whine trailed off, she grabbed my hand like she was reenacting my crime and slapped it right onto her breast. ⋯Huh, that’s weird. Maybe I’m still half-asleep, but my hand’s moving on its own.
“You kept kneading them like this.”
“What bullshit. I just hugged you and slept.”
“Look at this. Even like this?”
Then she picked up her phone with her free hand and shoved it in my face. There was Gyeo-ul, perfectly composed, flashing a peace sign, and me, eyes glued shut in sleep. ⋯My hand, of course, was stuffed inside Gyeo-ul’s T-shirt.
“⋯You set it up like that and took the pic, didn’t you?”
“Nope? Even while you were sleeping, you kept stroking me, hugging me tight till I couldn’t breathe⋯ and when I did this to calm you down, you got all excited and groped away.”
“No, that was unconscious, while I was asleep⋯. ⋯Forget it.”
I wanted to argue, but seeing my hand still groping away now that I was fully awake shut me up. Might as well go all in since I’m already the bad guy—I tried slipping my other hand onto her breast too, but the second she saw it, Gyeo-ul flopped on top of me, ruining the plan.
“You said you wouldn’t. Pervert. Total dog pervert.”
“I said no sex. Never said no skinship.”
“⋯You fucking trash. Then don’t say shit.”
Was she mad at my mouth? She brushed her hair across my lips like a paintbrush, then straight-up shoved it in. While I was spitting out the strands with an ack-ptoo, I failed to defend my weak spot—my ear.
“Hoo⋯ whoo⋯.”
“⋯.”
“Hooo⋯ whiiine⋯.”
Making a sound or twitching here would mean defeat, so I clenched my teeth and tried to endure silently. But Gyeo-ul had gotten way too good at tormenting me—she blew into my right ear, pinched and rubbed my left with thumb and forefinger, then⋯
“⋯Yum.”
She nipped my earlobe with her teeth and tickled inside with her hair. I couldn’t hold back anymore—my body shuddered violently. Spotting how ticklish I was, my sister flashed a victorious grin, propped herself up, and looked down at me.
⋯That’s why it pisses me off.
“Heheheh⋯. My win.”
“⋯How the hell do you expect me to win this.”
“I beat you sometimes? ⋯Even with the ear stuff.”
“My hair’s too short.”
“With or without it, ⋯you always pin me down so I can’t move or make a sound, then bite my ear.”
⋯Have I ever covered her mouth and bitten her ear? Kinda rings a bell, but maybe not. I wouldn’t use my hand⋯. Oh. Yeah, shoving her face into the pillow and biting—that I’ve done plenty. ⋯Ugh.
“Kim Gyeo-ul.”
“No way. I’m not doing it.”
“⋯How do you know what I’m gonna say?”
“⋯You’re gonna tell me to strip. And you said no sex, but you’ll still do pervy stuff with your little sister’s body.”
⋯She knows exactly what kind of guy I am, so why does she always act like this? More than hiding, the pose just emphasized everything—she crossed her arms under her breasts, glaring at me accusingly.
⋯Sigh. Haven’t I held back a ton? Huh?
“What. Staring at me with those horny eyes the second you wake up.”
“⋯Gimme your hand.”
“Why?”
“Ah, never mind. Don’t need it. Move over a bit.”
“⋯Don’t wanna.”
I figured I could cool off with just my hand, but with her sitting on my hips, even getting it out was impossible. I grabbed her waist to shove her off, but she just wiggled her hips and whined no.
⋯Fuck, I’m losing it. Stop grinding that ass, you’re making me so hard.
“Move unless you wanna starve till lunch tomorrow. ⋯I’m trying to hold back too, y’know?”
“No way. Pervert. I’m not listening to my oppa who says gross shit like that to his little sister.”
“⋯You could get hurt. Move. ⋯I might smack it.”
“Eww, what kinda thing to say to your little sister⋯.”
My patience snapped at her fake horror. I sat up and hugged her hard—hard enough that a rib might crack if I squeezed more. I’d planned to cover her mouth so she couldn’t breathe, then drag her exhausted ass off me, but she kept twisting her head away from my lips. Instead, I chomped her shoulder through her T-shirt as a warning.
“Ow, oppa! Don’t biiite!”
She still wouldn’t let go. ⋯I didn’t bite that hard. No marks from this. Unlike you, I know how to control my strength—I’m not some idiot who bites for real.
“⋯Get off.”
“No. I’m staying stuck to you.”
No room for negotiation, and I didn’t wanna actually hurt her, so I let go. Big mistake. The second I showed weakness, she slammed her weight down to pin me, grinding like she was testing my limits. Sometimes her knee hiked up my T-shirt for skin-on-skin, or her hand trailed my neck, dipped over my collarbone, and slipped inside.
“⋯Gyeo-ul. Even if you keep this up, I’m absolutely not doing it. Move.”
“⋯For real?”
“You think I can’t handle this much?”
Now I was getting stubborn. I’m human—I can endure. ⋯Just no sex, right? That’s all.
Ignoring her hands toying with my body, I decided to fight back. Breasts were tricky up close, but boobs are just substitutes anyway, right? The real deal’s this.
“⋯Oppa?”
I grabbed her exposed ass with both hands and ground my cock against her through the fabric.
“Oppa, if you do that⋯.”
“⋯And?”
“You’re gonna ruin my paaanties and clothes?”
Truth be told, I wanted to blow my load right there—fuck her clothes or mine getting messy. That Roccat tee? I bought it, so it’s basically mine. Looks baggy on her anyway.
“Buy new ones. ⋯Keep going with what you were doing.”
“You’re seriously gonna cum like this?”
But⋯ rubbing through clothes wasn’t quite enough. Rip ‘em off with brute force? Nah, using strength now feels like losing⋯.
“⋯If you wanna that bad, just admit it. We both know you’re a perv who can’t hold back, ⋯so pretending you’ll last till exams end is just stupid.”
“⋯I promised. No sex.”
“Why’re you so hellbent on holding out from seex⋯?”
“⋯.”
I don’t know if I looked pitiful or just dumb, but she gazed at me tenderly, so I shut up. ⋯No, I said no because of her school schedule, and now I’m holding back just ‘cause my pride’s on the line. Did I phrase it wrong?
“Sigh⋯. You’re worried I’ll get hurt if we have seeex, right?”
“⋯.”
“⋯Kiss.”
“⋯.”
“What’s wrong, oppa. Kiiiss. ⋯Won’t you?”
I debated correcting her but skipped it—the mood didn’t need words. I answered with a kiss instead. After saliva-swapping sounds echoed dozens of times, my cock—now slick and sticky—sprang free.
“⋯Every time I see yours, oppa⋯ it’s so weird.”
“Where?”
“That huge, thick tip? The bulging veins are gross. The throbbing’s freaky. ⋯It’s so long. Like a monster.”
Gyeo-ul slid off me at some point. Lying beside me now, she poked the head and veins, then gripped tight and stroked slowly, soothing me.
“⋯Why. Doesn’t it kinda look cute up close?”
“Not even a little? This thing’s made my life hell⋯.”
“⋯Hell?”
“When you stiiick it in⋯ it reaches here, right?”
She hiked up the T-shirt she’d stolen from me, exposing her navel, and pointed just below. ⋯My cock twitched and jumped.
“It’s crazy going in, but once it’s all the way⋯ it’s so full.”
“⋯That’s why we go slow. When we can.”
“⋯You mean that seriously, oppa?”
“I try to go slow. This guy doesn’t know how.”
I pointed at my cock—like she was petting it—flexing to make it twitch, blaming it.
“Oh, really? So he’s the problem?”
“Mostly. I like slow too, but⋯ he doesn’t.”
“⋯I see.”
Having found the culprit, Gyeo-ul straddled my legs, hiking her T-shirt higher. Bare breasts on full display, she smeared my overflowing precum across them, then—half bee, half bear?—wrapped around my cock and pulled the shirt back down.
“This is why you turned into such a perv, huh.”
“Yeah. Isn’t he a jerk?”
Squelching lewd sounds. Glans scraping fabric. Intense. ⋯Way too intense.
“Not really. ⋯Not just that.”
“⋯No?”
“If you weren’t a perv, ⋯I wouldn’t even get to hug you.”
“⋯.”
“And⋯ me too. ⋯I’m similar.”
“⋯Similar?”
“I like going slow with you too. But⋯.”
⋯I’m gonna cum. But cumming like this’ll make cleanup a nightmare. Hold it—mouth, anywhere, just a bit more⋯. Pure willpower kept me from soiling the clothes, but
“When we go slow⋯ it feels too good. Like electricity everywhere you touch, and I can’t see anything but you⋯.”
“⋯Yeah.”
“⋯Sometimes I can’t move at all⋯ but then you go feral and pound deep inside, and it’s so, so good I can barely breathe⋯.”
Like repaying me, she looked up, spilling the hottest words, then
“⋯Sometimes I’m grateful. For having such a massive dog perrrvert for a big brother. ⋯Thanks?”
Accusing and praising me at once, she slipped just the tip out the T-shirt collar and licked it. I couldn’t take it—cum erupted, soaking from neck to shirt.
“⋯Nngh⋯ fuck⋯.”
“Haa⋯ ah⋯. ⋯You dirtied my T-shirt, oppa.”
It’d been ready to burst, but just a lick at the end left me unsatisfied. Pleasure mixed with frustration as I bit my lip, and
“Ah, ⋯your pants too.”
Gyeo-ul tossed the ruined T-shirt aside. Her breasts jiggled up and down, cum dripping down to stain her dolphin pants. She peeled those off too, turning her back to me as if to drop them on the floor—and I lost it completely at the sight of her teasing me defenselessly in just panties.
Still, no shame. I held back tons against my total dog-pervert little sister, right?