Chapter 104: House Viewing - A Deep, Rich Kiss
A deep, intense kiss that tasted so rich. A warm kiss that made me feel her love seeping into every corner of my body. It was miraculous. The fact that taboo-breaking siblings like us could be this happy—it was astonishing.
“Ha... ah... Oppa... Hold me.”
“I’m already holding you.”
“While looking at each other! Hug me tight?”
I gave in to Gyeo-ul’s words. Her anger from that brief moment had already melted away—or maybe she hadn’t even been angry in the first place. I pulled out, repositioned the pillow under her head, and wrapped her in my arms face-to-face, squeezing tight.
Her skin smelled so sweet. My brain felt like it was melting.
“Hoo... Ah... I feel safe now...”
“You felt safe until just now. What’s changed?”
“I don’t know... I just feel at ease. It feels good... I’m happy.”
My little sister, utterly naked in my arms, looking blissful. She seemed a bit chilly, so I pulled the blanket over us. She was so admirable, so cute, so lovable—I couldn’t help stroking her hair.
It was soft. Her hair, her skin, her lips, her heart—everything about her was tender, without a single flaw.
“...I love you.”
“...Weren’t you just saying it was embarrassing?”
“It’s okay now since I can’t see you! That was lewd, so it was embarrassing.”
Honestly, I couldn’t quite understand it. Was watching us have sex more embarrassing than filming a video in just panties and cat ears? ...She’d said plenty of shameful things already. Earlier, my heart had nearly burst—it was dangerous. She was always going on about evidence, leaving permanent proof of her weaknesses. I definitely needed to back this up. I could already picture Gyeo-ul freaking out in embarrassment if I showed it to her ten years from now.
“...But why no response, Oppa?”
“Oh... I love you too.”
“That’s so half-hearted.”
“I really love you.”
“What kind of love?”
“Obviously, familial love.”
“...You gonna say that after doing this to your little sister?”
“Husbands and wives are family too. We’re the same—just with slightly different words, right?”
The word siblings. It didn’t bother me anymore. If it meant being loved this much, it wasn’t even an issue. If anything, I felt grateful. What if Gyeo-ul hadn’t been my blood sister? What if she had some other oppa, calling him that too? ...Just thinking about it made my chest tighten. The idea of any other man in her life was repulsive. If we weren’t siblings, we wouldn’t have known. We wouldn’t have believed that I was the only one in her life and she was the only one in mine. We wouldn’t have this endless love.
“...I wanna become independent soon. With you, Oppa.”
“Moving out means hardship. We’d have to cook our own meals.”
“Cooking’s fine. You’re good at it, Oppa.”
“...You want me to do it?”
“Breakfast... you wake up earlier, so you can make it. Lunch we eat out... and for dinner, I’ll study up and make something delicious.”
“...Can I look forward to that?”
“Yeah. I’ll make it super tasty.”
Truth be told, I couldn’t see even an inch ahead. There might be pitfalls on the path forward, or at least some rocks we hadn’t cleared. But still... as long as we walked hand-in-hand, we wouldn’t tumble to our deaths. Our destination was blissfully happy—I knew that much. Even if the path ahead was dim, it was okay.
“...I’m getting sleepy, Oppa.”
“What, already?”
“You’re not gonna let me sleep?”
“Of course not.”
“Eek, scary! I gotta escape!”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She let out a squeaky scream and wriggled in my arms. I hugged her tighter to stop her, and my recovering dick rubbed against her stomach, growing harder. ...Once wasn’t enough. It wasn’t about how many chances we’d have—it was about piling up more memories with her, even just a little.
“...Hard again?”
“You’re naked in my arms. Of course.”
“...Pisses me off.”
“What’s pissing you off? It’s not our first time.”
“Not like that... I like when our navels touch, but you’re doing it because of that, so...”
“...There’s a way to make our navels touch. Wanna know?”
“I know too, pervert.”
“What is it?”
“...Actually, I don’t, so tell me.”
Without lifting the blanket, I focused purely on sensation and slowly moved my lower body again. Gyeo-ul slipped her hand under the covers, groped around, and grabbed my dick. A sound—not loud, but not silent. Carefully, I slid back into her cum-soaked pussy.
Ha... Bliss.
“Op...pa... Don’t... move.”
“...How can I not? Slow is okay, right?”
“Don’t move at all... just for a bit. Like this.”
“How long?”
“...About 30 minutes?”
“That’s not ‘a bit.’”
Gyeo-ul, fully sheathing me inside her, clung to me, preventing any movement. ...Honestly, 30 minutes was impossible. Even slight twitches felt too good—how was I supposed to hold back?
“...I’ll do one thing you say, so just stay like this a little longer.”
“...Then can I ask something?”
“What?”
“Remember it well? Earlier, when we were having sex... how you looked.”
“...Pervert. Total pervert.”
“Deal’s off? I can move now?”
“Piece of trash. Fine... But you first. Did you remember me well?”
“...I remembered so vividly you don’t need to worry.”
“...How was it?”
How should I describe Gyeo-ul? Should I shower her with sweet, honeyed praise? Or tease her with outright lewd words until she blushes? ...Either way, not a single lie would slip in.
“You were insanely hot.”
“...Is that really how you say it?”
“Why? It’s true. You don’t even know how attractive you are.”
“...How attractive?”
“For starters... your body’s so slender, but your breasts are huge and perfect. The line from your hips to your thighs is crazy sexy. A body made to tempt men—curves where they should be, dips where they should be. Objectively perfect? I’m not sure. But in my eyes, no one has a more alluring body than you.”
“...Th-that’s inherited, so what can I do? Pervert.”
“Your expressions are even hotter. You don’t know what face you make when I kiss you or fuck you.”
Her face was lewder than her body. Sure, it was a face I saw every day—pretty, cute, whatever. But the way she melted under my kisses, the mischievous, embarrassed looks when I teased her... those drove me insane sometimes more than her figure.
“...You make a scary face when you get hard too... kinda like that?”
“Probably similar. We’re siblings.”
“...”
“...But asking about expressions is even hotter.”
“...This?”
“You stutter and blush so hard when saying lewd stuff, but you speak so clearly when it’s embarrassing shit. It’s fucking hot.”
“...”
“You tease me shamelessly, but take it all blushing when it’s your turn... insanely hot...”
“...”
“...But the hottest is how you whine for kisses after sex.”
But the hottest thing was my little sister, Kim Gyeo-ul, herself. Even now, it was hard to hold back. I wanted to pin her down and pound away.
“...I remembered every single detail, so now it’s your turn.”
“...”
“How was it? Watching me fuck you.”
“...Uh... yeah, so... it was... really... hot...”
“...Specifically?”
“I don’t... do cowgirl much... never even fingered myself...”
Especially this. It stirred the dark lust buried deep in me.
“So... seeing it stretch like that was... so weird...”
“...Weird?”
“It looks so... tight when I wash it, but yours is... huge, and it all... goes in. It twitches and clings when you enter... and when you pull out... cum leaks out... so much...”
“...”
“Ah, it twitched again...”
I held my breath. ...Hoo. If I moved, I wouldn’t stop.
“And when you kiss... I don’t hear other stuff, but without it... the lewd sounds were so clear.”
“...”
“Thinking that happens every time we fuck... it was kinda embarrassing.”
“...How many times have we done it? Still embarrassed?”
“...We always kiss while doing it. Idiot. I don’t remember well.”
“You remember now?”
“...I wanna forget ‘cause it’s embarrassing, but it’s too... so I remember everything.”
I felt like I’d explode. Her heart. Pounding wildly. ...Was it that embarrassing? She did way worse stuff normally.
“...My heart’s pounding so hard, Oppa.”
“That’s your heart pounding.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah.”
“...But your di...ck’s twitching a ton too?”
“...Yeah.”
Of course, I couldn’t hold back anymore either. ...About to burst. In every way.
“...Hey, Oppa. Gonna cum...?”
“...No.”
“Then... wanna cum?”
“...Yeah.”
“Move... slow... slowly! Just a little...”
The moment minimal permission came, I slammed my hips hard. No stopping. No slowing. Just a bit more... I wanted to taste you more. I was going mad.
“Ha... eek... Opp...pa...”
“Haa...”
“...If you’re gonna... kiss... me... Mmph...”
I sped up more, silencing her complaints with a drug-like kiss. From facing each other lying down, I smoothly climbed on top, spread her legs with my knees, and she naturally wrapped hers around my waist—our usual position.
Clinging to each other, in the position where no fluids leaked.
“Hng... mmph... Pha... haa... He... e... Hek... Oppa...”
“...Gyeo-ul.”
“I’m... embarrass... ed... mmph...”
“...Yeah.”
“Make sure... no cum leaks... deep... kiss... haa... mmph... hng...”
Unlike before, we mashed our mucous membranes together fiercely, crushing our bodies. You took everything with a happy face. My heart was bursting too. Lust at its limit, I defiled—dyed—your insides again. Dyeing you my color, dyed by yours.
“...Mmph... hng... ha... ah...”
“...”
“...A bit more...”
Twice wasn’t enough. Craving to mix in the same hue, we kept overlapping until memories blurred. Until sleep came. Maybe even after drifting off. Savoring a reality happier than dreams, we felt the sweetness of boundless love.