House Viewing... My Back Hurts
My back hurt. My whole body ached, and my head felt heavy with fatigue. How long had I slept? I confirmed Gyeo-ul was sleeping soundly right in front of me, then fumbled around for my phone. Instead, I grabbed the tablet. I tried to turn it on, but the battery was dead. Glancing beside it, I saw Gyeo-ul's phone. I picked it up and tapped the screen. The time lit up: 5:56 p.m.
⋯.
Sleep vanished in an instant.
"⋯Gyeo-ul."
"Mm⋯."
"Kim Gyeo-ul. Wake up."
I shook her shoulder as she mumbled a sleepy refusal through her nose. Still exhausted, she clutched the blanket tight and rolled toward the wall to hide.
"Get up. Gyeo-ul. Hurry."
"⋯Just a little longer⋯."
"Hey, it's almost 6!"
"6⋯? I'm sleeping more, oppaaa⋯."
"Evening 6 o'clock!"
"⋯Huh⋯?"
I shoved the phone in her face, and she froze mid-breath, blinked, then bolted upright. No room for excuses—a perfect nude body. The room reeked of our mingled scents. Traces of our lovemaking lay blatantly exposed.
"⋯Oppa."
"⋯What time's Mom's flight?"
"Doesn't matter⋯."
"What?"
"Let's just keep sleeping. Like this⋯."
But the moment she checked the time, Gyeo-ul clung to me, pressing tight, then yanked the blanket over us both and buried her face in my scent, trying to drift back to dreamland.
⋯What the hell? Why? She was definitely supposed to come before dinner⋯.
"Gyeo-ul."
"It's fine, oppa. ⋯It's fine."
"⋯She's coming soon?"
"⋯I wanna sleep more anyway."
She nuzzled her head against my chest, hugging me even tighter. No gaps anywhere, her whole body molded to mine like she wouldn't entertain any arguments.
"⋯Gyeo-ul."
"I'm sleeping. ⋯More."
"You sure it's okay?"
"⋯Yeah."
"⋯Even if we get caught like this?"
Gyeo-ul didn't answer. Instead, she clung harder, peppering kisses from my collarbone to my cheek. Then she took my left hand and placed it on her breast, rubbing softly as if to say feel me.
⋯What do I do? Like this? No way, even if⋯.
"It's okay, oppa. Even like this."
"⋯Kim Gyeo-ul."
"⋯Hold me."
I had no idea why Gyeo-ul was suddenly so bold. No trace of anxiety, fear, or nervousness. She just craved my body heat, my warmth. ⋯I couldn't understand it, but I couldn't refuse either.
"Gyeo-ul."
"⋯Let's sleep a bit more, then have lunch, oppa."
"Lunch⋯?"
Like I'd been bewitched, I held her tight. I'd thought she was falling asleep again, but my little sister snatched the phone from my right hand and shoved it in my face.
"It's still 2 o'clock, duh."
"⋯What?"
I checked the phone again. 6:00 p.m. No matter how many times I looked, it was 6:00 p.m.
"I changed the time yesterday, dummy."
"⋯."
Oh. Idiot.
"And at 6, it'd be way darker. You dummy?"
"⋯."
⋯No wonder, fuck, the room was brighter than I thought. Yeah, even if we collapsed after fucking nonstop, who'd sleep till 6, you moron. Ha⋯.
"Your heart's pounding like crazy, oppa. You were really scared?"
"⋯Yeah."
"If you were that scared, you should've freaked out more. Mom's flight was at 3, so by 6 she should've been here."
"⋯I did freak, but you got all serious suddenly."
⋯I really, really got scared. Thought you'd given up hiding and wanted to come clean.
"I thought you'd get mad too, but⋯ you hugged me outta nowhere, so I was a little surprised."
"⋯You asked for a hug."
I'd realized that if she swore to it, I wouldn't stop her either. What if it really was 6, and while we slept deep, Mom came home and opened this door? ⋯No idea. We'd deal somehow.
"⋯Anyway, sleep well, oppa?"
"Body's kinda tired."
"That's 'cause you went at it so hard. ⋯Can't you hold back a little?"
"Whose fault is that."
"You got way too much sex drive, oppa⋯. If we live alone, am I gonna die?"
"That's 'cause we can't do it every day now. Living together, it won't be that bad."
"Pfft, no way I believe you. You always lie."
"When did I."
"You did it like crazy yesterday and you're already at it again. ⋯How can I trust you?"
With sleep gone and her clinging tight, my dick naturally stiffened. ⋯Not morning wood. When she put my hand on her breast earlier, I'd had plenty of dirty thoughts.
"⋯Gyeo-ul."
"No."
"Hey, we haven't even started⋯."
"No⋯ sex. Save that for after showering. ⋯Or during."
"⋯Everything else okay?"
"If I don't, you'll go hard in the shower again, right⋯?"
"⋯Probably?"
"⋯Pervert."
Gyeo-ul turned away, back to me, then wrapped my arms around her from behind, resting them lightly on her breasts, and ground her ass against me. I twisted my hips too, letting my throbbing dick slip between her thighs. She slipped a hand under the blanket, groped along her thigh to my jutting cock, then—out of nowhere, like she was pissed—pressed hard on the head, venting at me.
"Hey, that hurts."
"It's supposed to."
"Why again."
"Just⋯ annoying."
"What is."
"I do it with my mouth and stuff, but⋯ I don't know any other guys but you."
"⋯Yeah."
"But your⋯ dick⋯ it's hurt me a lot, taught me all these weird things, and thinking my back hurts 'cause of it now just pisses me off."
"⋯."
"You're sweet and gentle, but this guy's always like this⋯ I kinda hate it."
She roughly stroked the head, not slick enough with pre-cum yet, taking out her grudge for all the pain it'd caused her. ⋯I wanted to think of it as punishment, but it felt too damn good.
"Ah, never mind. ⋯Groping my tits like this? Only 'cause it's you. We're equals."
"You put my hand there yourself."
"⋯You'd grope 'em anyway, right? Even rougher."
"True."
I rocked my hips subtly, kneading the breasts hidden under the blanket to my heart's content. Honestly, whatever she said right now, it didn't bother me at all. If she hated it, that turned me on; if she liked it, even better.
"⋯Hey, oppa. When we live alone."
"⋯Yeah."
"You gonna do it every day for real?"
Gyeo-ul, who'd been stroking the head a bit gentler, suddenly asked in a serious tone. If I answered honestly, no lies,
"⋯If you do this, I don't think I can hold back."
I really couldn't. Alone together? No way.
"Can't you hold back with just⋯ breast play?"
She pulled the blanket back a little, revealing the breast cradled in my hand, as if to say can't you settle for this.
⋯Seeing it made it even harder to hold back.
"How am I supposed to hold back touching this."
"⋯Pervert."
"Guilty."
"⋯'Cause you're a pervert, I'll do this more often."
"⋯This?"
"Full⋯ sex⋯ like yesterday would kill me. Maybe ten? Fifteen times a week⋯? I think I could handle that."
A flat but earnest voice. Not trying to tease me into arousal—just real worry.
"More than that, I'd be too exhausted to get up⋯ so hands, or⋯ your favorite tits. Maybe mouth sometimes. Can't you hold back a little⋯?"
But⋯ that turned me on more. More than blatant seduction—her offering herself for my sake was hotter.
"⋯Twice a day max."
"Even that's a lot, I think⋯."
"Once before bed. Once in the morning. I've thought about it a ton."
"⋯For real?"
"Well, sometimes my head'll spin and I'll pounce. ⋯You can calm me down then."
"Wow⋯ you're such trash, oppa."
She always called me bad, trash-talked me, but never pulled away as I mauled her breasts, just meekly stroked the head. Adorable. Whatever annoyance from earlier was gone. ⋯Thanks to that, things were getting risky.
"⋯Wanna cum?"
"How'd you know?"
"I'm your sister. ⋯About time I knew."
"⋯On your tits okay?"
"⋯Yeah. We're showering anyway."
She released my hand and crawled under the blanket toward my legs. She peeked out, stared at my dick, then realized something was missing and draped the blanket like a cape, rummaging through my drawer.
"⋯Whatcha looking for?"
"You know, the sticky stuff you like. ⋯."
"⋯Check the back pocket of my bag."
She dug into the backpack I pointed at, pulled out the lube, climbed back on the bed. As she shed the blanket like wrapping paper, her naked body slid into view.
⋯Could I really hold out at twice a day?
"⋯No mouth?"
"Didn't ask."
"Figured you'd make me if you wanted. ⋯We haven't showered."
"You hate kissing after sleeping without brushing."
"⋯Breath could stink without brushing, can't help it."
"I gargle before bed usually⋯."
"Not you—me!"
Her backtalk pissed her off, and she wrapped her full breasts around my raging cock, stroking fast and furious. ⋯Ah, fuck, gonna lose it. I'd almost cum earlier but held back, and now this sight⋯. Ngh⋯.
"⋯Oppa."
"What⋯ baby⋯."
"Those pics from yesterday."
"⋯Yeah⋯."
"We might fight later too."
"Uh-huh⋯."
"If I get sulky and say I hate you⋯ show 'em to me."
My cock was ready to burst from the rapid tit-fuck.
"⋯Seeing them'll make me un-sulky from embarrassment, get all meek again. Show me and⋯ punish me?"
Looking up at me begging for punishment, I couldn't hold back—I blasted cum not just on her breasts but up to her chin. Gyeo-ul's eyes went wide in surprise as she watched it spurt, but she didn't pull away, just slowed her strokes, gently milking my cock with her tits.
"Ha⋯ ah⋯."
"⋯Didn't you cum a ton yesterday, oppa?"
"⋯Slept a lot."
"You came so much, so in the shower⋯ be gentle, right?"
"⋯We'll see there."
In the end, after three more orgasms in the shower, we finally started cleaning up. I'd said twice a day. ⋯Gotta make up for this week's backlog.