Should've Drunk More on Our Sleepover
Maybe I should've drunk more. Probably because all I had was beer—it just filled me up without getting me properly buzzed. Normally, a decent buzz ramps up the libido.
We kissed for over ten minutes without pulling out, then went another round. That alone wouldn't have been too weird, but she said she felt sticky from all the sweat, so we headed to the shower together... and ended up doing it once more.
"Haa... I'm tired, oppa."
"Me too. I feel like I'm gonna die from exhaustion."
Gyeo-ul was blow-drying her long hair in front of the sink. Standing around naked would just reignite things, so we agreed: at least put on panties under the bathrobe. I'd bought it to change into in the morning anyway, and we'd swap clothes when we got home tomorrow. Oh, and bra? Strictly forbidden. I'd grope to my heart's content before bed.
"If you're so tired, why'd you go at it so... intensely?"
"That's what made me tired. Who told you to tease me in the shower?"
How was I supposed to hold back, tired or not? Her body lathered from chest to pelvis, standing on tiptoes, clinging tight, peppering me with those sucking kisses—anyone could've resisted that? Honestly, I deserved credit for stopping at just once. If the booze hadn't slowed my recovery, we'd probably have gone at least two more times.
"I only kissed you..."
"...Come here. I'll just kiss you too."
"No way!"
She let out a squeal and hunched down as I pretended to pounce from behind. Total acting, but the kind that'd stir any guy's heart.
...Damn. What the hell are we doing?
We're too compatible. Too in sync. Sometimes it even makes me anxious. What if something goes wrong and we fight?
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"...Aren't we gonna take pictures?"
My little sister, sweeping away even that sliver of unease.
...Almost forgot.
I ruffled her hair wildly for reminding me about something I could've just skipped. Some of the dampness still clung, so I swept it down the nape of her neck.
"Ah, oppa! That's cold!"
"Okay, okay. I won't."
"Quit messing around. ...Pictures."
She really wants photos with me that bad? ...Even the naughty kind?
Fine by me—I was grateful, no complaints.
Anyway, to claim my reward for passing the exam, I stepped out to grab the condoms from the table... only to find...
"Ah, it's all leaked out."
Well... even when I creampie her thick and deep, it always leaks out after a bit. No reason a condom would be different.
"It's been a while, so of course it flowed out, oppa."
"True."
Gyeo-ul's voice echoed from behind the wall, mixed with the dryer hum. But the sight was still a stretched-out mess. Picturing her in just a bathrobe and panties, decorated with this for a photo... it'd be kinda...
"Smells kinda bad too. Better toss it."
...Yeah, no way.
Even thinking about it felt dangerous. I wiped up the traces with tissues and wet wipes, bundled the trash, and dumped it all in the bin. Then I grabbed my phone—warm from charging—and headed back to the bathroom, where I ruffled Gyeo-ul's now perfectly dry, warm hair.
"Eek. You said you wanted pics, then call me a dog-perv?"
"If you had that in your mouth, I'd pounce again. That's why I'm beating around the bush."
Blindfolding her or drawing a bra on while snapping pics? No way I'd hold back. We could do it later. Once we're independent, we probably won't use condoms much anyway. Nine times out of ten, sleeping together gets us horny. And it's not like she can satisfy my urges with just her body. Breasts, hands... thighs sound good too. ...Or like tonight, just rubbing against her navel while kissing—that was better than imagined. Plenty of ways to play.
But condoms aren't made for that, right? Whatever. As long as the sheets stay clean.
"No more. Seriously. Showering again would suck. It's exhausting. You're heavy, oppa."
"No more. Even if you beg, I won't. I'm beat, and you look wiped. Let's just sleep."
"...For real?"
"Kidding. If you beg, of course I'll do it."
"...Oppa, you just want me to call you a perv, don't you?"
"Nah."
Honestly, that upward gaze was straight-up foul play. Sure, urges should fade after release... but with my personal libido supercharger right here, my brain's clearly short-circuiting. Charging heats things up nicely. Wireless or wired works. Wait, wired might drain me instead? ...Better not say that out loud—she'd call me drunk. Gotta swallow it.
"What? Oppa, you're thinking something weird again."
"Yeah."
"...You look dangerous, so I won't ask."
"Good. Don't. Gimme the dryer. I'll dry mine too. Then pics, just like this."
"Ah, yeah. Here."
Fluffy-dry Gyeo-ul handed me the hairdryer... then cranked it to high and blasted me.
"Yah! Hot!"
"Pffft..."
The wind kept my eyes shut. They don't open easy anyway. ...Kissing with eyes open kinda kills the mood, right? Gotta check her face next time. Tongue out is already super hot.
"Quit playing. Dry quick and sleep."
"...Fine, no more jokes. Come here."
"What, I'm already close."
"I mean, get in front of me."
Not sure what she had in mind, but I stepped in front of her as told. Mirror showed me blocking her completely. Staring blankly ahead, then the dryer's warm breeze floated over my shoulder.
"Oppa, bend your knees a bit. You're too tall—it's awkward."
"...You drying my hair?"
"I'll do better than you... just this once."
I knelt to eye level, and her face popped beside mine. Wind roared in my ear as warm fingers combed through, meticulously drying every last drop. My short hair was mostly dry already... but damn, it felt good having her touch it.
"Dries fast, your hair."
"It's short."
"Mine's long—such a pain."
"Don't cut it. Long suits you."
"Wasn't gonna. ...Grew it for you."
Hair grown for me. It barely passed her shoulders before I enlisted—over two years now. Love really grows long. Currently several times mine. In eighty years, it'd match mine, maybe.
"But Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"How'd you know I like long hair?"
"...Don't guys usually like straight long hair?"
Most do. Few hate it. Hers has a slight wave—my preference, actually. Cause and effect fuzzy, though.
"And if you hated it, I'd cut it then. Can't make short hair long, but long can go short."
"Ah, true."
"If it didn't suit me or felt stuffy, I'd have kicked your shin. You know how much Mom nagged? 'A exam student's walking around with hair that long?'"
"How'd you convince her?"
"Said my friends thought it'd look pretty if I grew it out."
"...Not a lie."
"Yeah."
Her friends pushing her to grow it had no idea it'd end up eye candy for her big bro. Ah, some know now. I don't have close buds—classmates feel like comrades, so we're good. Hers must be confused. But seeing her bawl drunk earlier, I bet it'll work out. Friends who comforted her crush on her bro... won't ditch her knowing it's worse. Surely.
"Ah, hair's dry, oppa."
"How we doing pics?"
"Uh... however you want?"
"Let's go to bed then."
"...Naughty ones?"
"Nah."
Snapping in our usual steamy vibe sounded fun, but maybe the warm hair killed the urge. Exhausted from sex, I flopped onto the bed, rolled once staring at the ceiling, then spread-eagled.
"Gyeo-ul, lie down."
"How?"
"Anywhere comfy. Next to me's fine. Or use my stomach."
"...Here then."
She flopped down too, crawled over belly-down, then flipped onto my chest like a pillow.
"Yah, that'll look weird in pics. Scoot up a bit."
"You said anywhere."
"Side-by-side faces look better. Shoulder pillow, not chest."
"Your shoulder's hard."
"I'll turn a bit—use my arm."
"...Okay."
We adjusted, ending up in our usual pose. Slight glance down: her. Up: me. Perfect for kissing.
"...Wanna kiss?"
"Said no naughty."
"Peck then."
"...Cheek?"
"Lips."
Cheek's lame. Bad angle, eyes don't meet. Lips best.
"Eyes open for pics... light one."
"...Kinda embarrassing."
"You've shown me plenty embarrassing—not like it's new."
"That was... the mood then... now it's chill..."
I silenced her mumbling lips. ...Yeah. Gets her quiet quick.
"...Eyes open?"
"...Yeah."
No closing eyes this time—slow approach. Wow. Why so shy? You love kissing. Eyes darting, avoiding mine—adorable, wanna tease her silly.
"...Hurry."
Dragging it made her urge. ...Haa. Heart-fluttering this often? With my sister, no less.
"Opp... mmph."
She called, lips met. Checked camera, eyes locked, shutter. Click. One more. Click. Peak charm. Keeping it just for me? Satisfaction either way. Bliss overload.
"...Pfha... haa. ...Not a peck, oppa."
"No tongue—it's a peck."
"...Total perv."
"I know."
"This it for tonight? Gotta sleep?"
"Yeah. Lights out."
Sent her the pics, got up, killed the lights. Pitch black—found her by touch. Warmth hits even without sight. Sometimes wonder if it's beyond touch.
"...Good job today, oppa."
"Just caused trouble."
"You cleaned up."
"Wasn't me."
"...Quit backtalking. If I say it's fine, it is."
"Got it."
Light banter.
"...Night, oppa."
"Yeah... night, Gyeo-ul."
First time staying out with my little sister.