House Tour
"And this person is... my older brother. Real older brother."
After her self-introduction, she pointed right at me with her finger and started explaining.
...What the hell are you doing? You said no naughty stuff.
"This person is my..., um... that."
"...What's 'that'?"
"Um..., oppa?"
"I already said that."
"Then not boyfriend... not husband either... Anyway, the person I love."
"... ."
Gyeo-ul answered so bluntly that for a moment, I forgot how to respond.
...Bad for my heart. She's too damn cute.
"...This guy's total trash. He seduces his innocent little sister and does all sorts of dirty things..."
"When did I?"
"Look at him, zero remorse. Total dog trash, right?"
Just when I was starting to feel all cute and proud of her, she flipped back to her usual self and started tearing me down.
Okay, sure, I've done all those things... but honestly, she's not exactly an innocent little sister.
The moment I was picking my words for a comeback like always—
"...?"
I got kissed. Deeply.
"...Haa... Oppa even stole my first kiss like this."
Then she hugged me tight, hiding her face in my chest so the camera couldn't see.
She bit my shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks without it being weird.
"Huu... He leaves marks all over my body..."
Then she lifted her body a bit and went for my ear—licking it with her tongue, nibbling and tugging with her lips, tapping it with her teeth, and finally blowing hot breath right into my eardrum.
"...He torments my ear like this whenever he's bored."
She flicked the cat ears on her head.
"Buys his sister crap like this and forces her to wear it..."
She trash-talked me like I'd done something perverse, then pushed me flat on my back, straddled me, grabbed my hand, and placed it over her bra.
"Gropes his sister's tits like this all the time... dog pervert."
After forcing me to enjoy that soft, pillowy feel a few times, Gyeo-ul collapsed onto me, pressing her heartbeat against mine.
Thump-thump.
She says it's like always, but her heart's racing way too fast for no reason.
"My first... love, my first relationship..., my first... experience. Oppa took them all. Total dog trash, right?"
"...You're my first for everything too."
"...And the last?"
"Obviously you."
She seemed a bit happier at my obvious answer and climbed off me, hugging me fiercely from the side instead. At this point, "clinging" might be more accurate.
...Either way, her flawless skin felt impossibly soft.
"Still, I don't regret it. ...If anything, I'm glad. I like oppa that much."
"...Why?"
"...Does love need a reason, oppa?"
"No. It doesn't."
Does love need a reason?
...You just like what you like. Somehow, it happened. As family, as her brother. I felt the attraction. As a person, as the opposite sex. I had to admit it—spending my life with Gyeo-ul would probably make me the happiest.
"Yeah... But actually, I do have a reason."
"...What? I just matched your words."
"Not exactly a 'reason'... more like..., um... I just like you."
"That's not a reason then."
"Liking you is the reason. Seeing you happy makes me happy too."
"... ."
"I don't know why... anyway."
Why do I like Gyeo-ul?
Because she listens well? Her face is exactly my type? Her body's insanely hot? Everything she does is cute? ...Because she's my little sister?
There are all sorts of reasons, but the most important one is this: when I'm happy, she gets happy seeing it. When I'm sad, she gets sad with me. And she always tries to make me happy somehow.
...How could I not love a sister like that?
"Sometimes... I feel like I'm making things hard for you, and it sucks."
"Never."
"Yeah. I know. That's why... I can't give up. You need me, right? No one else would accept you."
"...Yeah, just you."
"I don't wanna see you happy with someone else anyway. ...I like the oppa who gets happy because of me."
Wishing for the other's happiness isn't always pure altruism. Even the most selfish person would act for you if your happiness makes them happy too.
"...I love you, oppa."
"... ."
"I love you."
"... ."
"What, oppa? No answer?"
"...Me too."
"Not like that... say it properly?"
"...I love you."
"Yeah. I love you too."
So many embarrassing words. I couldn't see her face—hidden from both my eyes and the camera.
But I could guess. Her heart was pounding even faster now.
"...Oppa. Who do you think I'm saying this to?"
"...Future me, watching this later?"
She called me out over the phone just like our first time, showed up in just underwear like our first time—ah, the cat ears are new, but I bought those back then too, so...
Some philosophical meaning, I guess. I didn't know the exact concept, but I knew who it was for. Not the me right here, but future me hitting play on this video.
"Um... not wrong, but only half right."
"...It's not?"
...It's not? I answered so confidently... kinda embarrassing now.
"It's for you, but... it's for me too."
"You?"
"Yeah... I'm so happy right now. But tomorrow, or a week from now..., a month, a year, ten years—who knows if I'll still be happy."
"...Yeah."
"So... we might love each other forever, but maybe the spark fades a bit later...?"
I turned to look at Gyeo-ul. I thought she'd hide her face, but she stared right back. Her eyes looked a little teary—not from joy or sadness, but...
...pure embarrassment. Her cheeks and ears were as red as our first time.
"It could turn sad out of nowhere... so I wanna record the happy times ahead of time."
"...Yeah."
"If we get sad or the love cools a bit... we can watch this together and be like, 'We were so happy then—why not now?' Talk about it..., figure out what's wrong..."
"... ."
"Even if problems come up... I wanna get happy again. ...That's why I wanted to film this."
Words wouldn't come. I didn't know what to say. Gyeo-ul looked so mature. Not like a little sister—like an older one.
Spouting all these cool lines, but squirming like she wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment. It was lovable.
...Couldn't find a better word.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"Say we hit 50... get really old."
"...Yeah."
"Tech'll be way advanced by then, right?"
"...What're you on about?"
"Y'know... suddenly some pill comes out, or virtual reality? Or implant machines in our bodies..."
"Why're you talking like a science nerd, oppa."
Forever suddenly felt too short. 30 years to 50? Short. 80 to 100? Still short.
I think I got why Gyeo-ul gets anxious sometimes. Don't cheat, look only at me. We'll get old and ugly, the passion won't burn as hot.
Honestly... that started scaring me too.
"...Anyway, let's take lots of photos and videos as memories. Who knows? Before we die, they might figure out how to restore people like data."
"...Is that code for 'I won't love you when you're old'?"
"What? Obviously love you till 100, then go back to 20 and start over."
...Scary, yeah. But whatever. Somehow it'll work out as we age. I never thought crossing that line with her would make me this happy.
We'll figure it out. Plenty of hard days, tough stuff ahead. But if we can hold each other even when we wanna die, we'll bounce back happy quick.
"For real? Even if I turn into a wrinkly grandma, you'll still... do that stuff?"
"...Obviously better if we live 100-200 years like this. You prefer young me over saggy old me too, right?"
"You like 'em young? Pervert."
"...Pick one. And you're always three years younger than me forever. Of course young's better."
"...Then I'll go back as a body six years older. Wanna hear you call me noona for once."
"Doesn't matter—my mental age is higher anyway."
"Ew, no it's not? What you're saying right now is super childish."
"People gotta live a little childish. Keep a young mindset..."
"Whoa... now you're full boomer, oppa."
A month from now, watching this back—what'll we think? We'll feel stupid, embarrassed by our sappy talk, but I guarantee we'll burst out laughing.
Because...
"...Oppa. Real pervert? Why're you... getting hard during a joke. Ugh, so stiff..."
I was going insane. Wanted to hold her right then. Trade dumb jokes, giggle while piling our bodies together.
Realized people don't just get turned on by looks or situations. Sure, she's insanely hot by those standards too... but right now, that endless love flooding me was boiling my blood more than anything.
"Who put on cat ears and said that? ...I'm barely holding back."
"...Total dog pervert."
Who's the pervert? Whatever. Even if she scolds me, pervert Gyeo-ul loves me like crazy too.
As long as we're both happy.
"...You said no naughty filming earlier? Turn off the camera?"
"Ah, um... yeah. Still too embarrassed for... naughty stuff..."
"Embarrassed girl saying that?"
"...Anyway, embarrassed! Nude or... sex stuff—no way yet. ...Not mentally ready."
"...Okay, I'll put it away."
"Wait. No filming... but... don't stop recording."
"...Why?"
"S-sounds... should be... fine. ...Yeah."
...I adjusted my bursting underwear, shoved the floating tablet from the stand to the headboard.
Cooled my fever-hot face with a hand fan, then pounced on Gyeo-ul, looking down at her.
"...Oppa."
"What, Gyeo-ul."
"Um... right now's... my youngest, right?"
"...Youngest what?"
"Like you said, even if we age and... somehow go back to young..."
"...Yeah."
"Even then... this video's the first. Haven't filmed my body properly..."
"... ."
"Right now's my youngest."
"... ."
"...And filming actual sex is still embarrassing..., so instead..."
She looked up at me, lifted her waist for a kiss on my cheek, then—
"...Oppa, remember it properly? My body..., everywhere, all of it."
She grinned at me, reached back, and unhooked her bra.
... .
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