House Viewing
I pull the loosened bra strap down along her shoulder. Because of the incline, it slides off her breast, slowly losing its function. I don't strip it off completely, leaving it draped over her elbow like decoration. Breasts as white and huge as shortcake. At their centers, deep pink nipples providing the perfect adornment. I watch my sister's beautiful body intently. They swell ever so slightly with each inhale, then sink back a little on the exhale. I suppress my bursting lust and try to burn even more of it into my mind.
"Oppa...?"
Maybe she finds it weird that I'm just staring without doing anything, because Gyeo-ul calls out to me. I swallow my ragged breathing in one big gulp, then strip off the bra that's still getting in the way. With all the obstacles gone, the curve running from her breasts down to her waist etches itself into my eyes. As expected from all the workouts, her abs look way firmer. Sure, her lower belly still pokes out a bit, but that's just how women's bodies are.
The line from her ribs flaring out, then curving inward before riding wide along her hips—it's obscenely erotic, beyond words.
"Th-that... don't just look..."
"...You told me to remember it."
My sister's body at its absolute most beautiful age. Compared to the pure days before we crossed that line, it's so incredibly lewd. And compared to a few years from now, after I've defiled it to my heart's content, it's almost like a blank white canvas. The fact that I can paint whatever I want on this sketchpad from here on out? It sends a thrill through me that I can't even properly comprehend.
"...Lift your waist."
"...Ah, yeah."
I remove the last remaining black panties and slide a white pillow underneath in their place to prop up her waist. We've dirtied it dozens, hundreds of times—tasted it, indulged in pleasure together. I've handled it as harshly as anyone could imagine, but my sister's pussy is still neatly closed. Not a single hair, in its pure state. A secret place that's only ever accepted her own brother's.
...I swallow hard, lower my head, and bring my tongue to it.
"Ah, uh..., O-Oppa...! What are you doing?!"
"...You do it for me sometimes."
"Yeah... b-but... it's embarrassing... Ah, ...uh... eut..."
"I did it once last time too."
It wasn't really about tasting it or caressing her. I was just... so damn curious what kind of reaction she'd give if I teased this spot gently with the tip of my tongue.
As expected, you tremble all over, shoving at my head desperately. But of course, with that kind of strength, you can't stop me from watching you squirm every time I lick your clit.
"Sto...p... haa, seriously..."
"... ."
After enjoying Gyeo-ul's flustered state to my fill, I pull out from between her thighs and look down at her body once more. It doesn't look much different from before, but she's a bit more relaxed now, more defenseless. She still hasn't shaken off the afterglow of the teasing, so I grab her heaving breasts.
I touch them like it's no big deal when I'm bored, but I never get tired of them. Especially like this, when they're fully exposed—I knead them freely, reshaping them this way and that, then release and watch them snap back to their beautiful, lewd original form. The sight makes it incredibly hard to resist just biting down right then and there.
"O...ppa! It ti...ckles...!"
So I barely hold back from biting or sucking them in whole, just licking the nipple tips with my tongue. I don't stop groping her breasts, sometimes squeezing both with both hands, scraping the tips with my tongue tip as I toy with them mercilessly. Gyeo-ul's breathing picks up more and more until she can't hold back a little hmph from her nose. At the same moment, I take the breast into my mouth and suck hard, like nursing from it.
"Huu...eut......"
As if embarrassed that it's being recorded, Gyeo-ul clamps her hand over her mouth, barely keeping from crying out loud. But those little nasal hums leaking out despite her efforts? They're lewd enough to make it impossible to hold back any longer.
"Haa..."
I pull my mouth from the saliva-soaked breast and strip off my own underwear. Now the siblings have nothing left covering them. Ah, well—Gyeo-ul's got cat ears on her head. I stretch out my hand and stroke her real ear, then the fake one, before grabbing her thighs and spreading them wide to either side.
"Gyeo-ul."
"... ."
"...Spread 'em."
"... ."
I let go of her thighs, but Gyeo-ul doesn't close her legs again. She just lies there in the position I set. Then she covers her face with her hands for a long while, swallows hard, and brings her own hands to her tightly shut pussy. She pulls the sides apart, offering up the soft pink inside to me.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"...Hurry."
"No kissing."
"Huh?"
"...When we kiss during sex, I don't remember it well? ...So it's banned for now."
I watch that obscene sight burn clearly into my eyes, then toss a slightly mischievous line at Gyeo-ul. But I can't help it. If we get lost in kissing like usual, all I remember is her face. Today, I want to remember all of you, just like you asked.
"...O...ppa."
"Yeah."
"At... the end, ...you'll do it... with... kisses... right...?"
"...Just endure it once, and I'll do it after."
"...Yeah."
Gyeo-ul looks up at me with teary eyes, bites her lip, and nods. Honestly, the urge to pounce on top and kiss her like always surges to the top of my head, but I slowly slide my dick inside her and push the thought away somehow.
"Haat..."
Once pierced by me, she clings completely to my body. Every time I pull out, her inner walls tug slightly along with it. I yank her arms, making her breasts shake fuller and heavier. When I don't thrust all the way in and just poke at the right spot over and over, your lips fidget helplessly. I slip a finger between them, and you lick at my hand like a puppy.
Every single bit of it is so lewd it'll never fade from my memory, but...
"Haa... ah... ha... ...O...ppa..."
"...Yeah, Gyeo-ul."
"...Can we... change... positions...?"
"Why?"
"Can't... hold out... on no kisses... Better if... you can't see my face..."
Gyeo-ul, her embarrassed face starting to tear up bit by bit. The way you want that kiss so badly but are trying to endure it just to follow my words? Nothing compares to how lewd that is.
"...Turn... around..."
I pull out my throbbing dick for a moment, and Gyeo-ul barely manages to turn her trembling body over onto all fours. I'm saving every detail of that lewd backside into my pupils too, so instead of propping herself up on both arms, she buries her head in the pillow and goes down to three limbs. She brings her remaining arm back to her ass, spreading her now even lewder pussy wide to either side, offering up her insides to me once more.
"Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"Gonna do it pretty rough—is that okay?"
"... ."
You've always been like this: you never answer my lewd suggestions out loud. You just spread your pussy even more openly and nod your pillow-buried head like a worm to show your consent.
I give up on remembering anymore too and hand everything over to instinct.
"Haat, ha...euk...! Eut, he...eut... eum..."
I slam my dick back into her dripping pussy and lose all reason, smashing my pubis against hers. Every time I pound it deep to the hilt, you forget it's being recorded and don't hold back your cries at all. I thrust in hard and deep enough it feels like it might hurt, slowly pull out the shaft to savor the walls tugging along, then repeat—enjoying the sight of your hair and breasts shaking every which way, the flow of your skin.
"Thi...s is... cra...zy, O...ppaa...at..."
"...Yeah."
"I... eut, ear...lier... I... lied... about..."
I'm barely controlling the rising semen, fully immersed in the sex, when Gyeo-ul starts confessing her sin to me. Her voice trembles with every thrust, nearly making me cum, so I slow down a bit. Calmer now, she speaks steadily, word by word.
"...Yeah, wha...t is it...?"
"No...t be...cause of... the position... for kisses..."
"Huu... yeah...?"
"Embar...rassed... from... being... watched..."
"...Watched?"
"Oppa...s and mine... connect...ed... siblings'... stuff... watching it... too... lewd..."
"... ."
"The... sides... stretching... out... moving... together... every time... you thrust... so... lewd... that's... why... I... lied..."
Her pussy, so neat just earlier, now sloppily splayed wide. Like it wants to devour my dick whole, the folds tugging every which way as I push in and pull out. The word siblings reminding us it's something we shouldn't do. Every last bit is so incredibly lewd, and I have zero intention of forgiving Gyeo-ul for her confession at this timing.
"Eut... Oppa...?"
"...You remember it properly too. How lewd you are."
I scoop up the prone Gyeo-ul into my arms—without pulling out my dick—and sit her right down on my lap. I stuff some blankets and pillows behind my back for a half-reclined position, then pull her close to me so our joined parts are blatantly exposed. Gyeo-ul covers her face with her hands, her ears burning bright red as she shakes her head frantically, her hair swishing around.
"Hate... it... so... embar...rassing..."
"...Do it. You remember too. It's insanely pretty."
"Hateee it...! Haa...t, at... haa...ang..., at, heut...!"
Even as she rejects it, I rub her clit and start pounding up into her again. The hands covering her eyes start to lose strength bit by bit. I don't miss the chance—I yank her arms and hug her torso tight, crossing my hands to squeeze her breasts hard.
"...If you remember it right, I'll kiss you a ton later."
"... ."
I utter the magic words neither of us hates, and Gyeo-ul clearly takes in the sight of our siblings' genitals overlapped. She starts shaking her hips little by little, matching my movements to fuck together. I can't hold back anymore either—I flood her insides with semen, imprinting the sight of her getting creampied by her own brother right into her head.
"...Haa...ah..."
"... ."
"Gyeo-ul."
"...Pervert."
"... ."
"Dog pervert. Dog trash. ...Real dog-trash dog pervert."
"...Kiss?"
"...Yeah."
Even after getting put through all those embarrassing things by her own brother, at just the one word kiss, Gyeo-ul melts completely and clings to me again. That image of her refuses to fade from my mind, not even for a second.