Dawn: The First Weekend of November
The first weekend of November. Saturday dawn. ...I woke up. The events of that evening replayed in my dream. ...Haa. It was getting impossible to deny anymore. I'd fallen for my little sister. Sexually, romantically—I liked her. My heart pounded just looking at her. I had no idea how it had come to this. Right around my discharge, she was just... my sister. Honestly, even during Chuseok, I'd wanted to treat her like a sister forever. Sure, there were moments when I'd flinch occasionally. But those thoughts made me uneasy, and they were really just rare blips.
I don't think there were any romantic feelings before the kiss. Of course, Gyeo-ul had always been admirable and precious to me, and I'd loved her as family—that much was true. I admit that after getting discharged, there were times I saw her as a woman. But now... I didn't know. She was all I could see, just Gyeo-ul.
Nothing much had progressed between us over the past week. It wasn't that I didn't want to... more like, if we went any further, we'd get caught. So we'd held back. Both her and me.
My mouth was parched, so I headed to the kitchen. As I poured water from the purifier and drank, ...right on cue, the source of all my turmoil appeared.
"...Hey."
"Ah... Oppa."
"Couldn't sleep?"
"You neither?"
"Yeah."
Gyeo-ul shuffled over, trying to hide her sleepy face. She grabbed a cup, poured some lukewarm water, and handed it to me. I took it without a second thought and drank.
"...Oppa."
"What."
"I'm hungry."
"...Me too."
"...I want ramen."
"What... let's boil two and split 'em."
"Yeah."
I rummaged through the kitchen at dawn and pulled out two packs of instant noodles. Added water, tossed in the seasoning packets, and waited for it to boil.
"Wanna add anything?"
"Mm... green onions sound good."
"Eggs?"
"Eggs too."
"Scrambled?"
"Nah, just like that. Soft-boiled."
We debated toppings until the water started bubbling away. As I stared at the boiling pot after dumping in the noodles, Gyeo-ul brought over chopped green onions and two eggs.
"...W-why are you staring like that, Oppa."
"Just?"
"'Just' what."
I got caught blankly watching her crack the eggs in. ...Well, couldn't be helped.
"Looks done."
"Yeah."
"Grab two plates."
"Okay."
I set the pot on the table and pulled kimchi from the fridge. We sat side by side, fishing out noodles to eat. Midnight ramen hit different—always did.
""Thanks for the meal.""
We dumped the dishes in the sink and I headed to the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, Gyeo-ul followed and brushed beside me. She even flossed meticulously, then started washing her face next to me.
...Something about the two of us doing this at dawn felt so weird.
I waved goodbye with my hand to Gyeo-ul, who was drying her face with a towel, and went back to my room. I lay on the bed and closed my eyes for a bit, then the door quietly creaked open. A fuzzy lump used my arm as a pillow.
"...Why."
"Just?"
"What's 'just' supposed to mean."
"...Just."
I opened my eyes, but her beaming smile left me speechless. ...What time was it? The clock read just past 4 a.m.
"Go back to bed."
"Not sleepy."
"..."
She said she wasn't sleepy, yet here she was rolling around on my arm. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"Back by 5."
"...Okay."
I pulled the blanket up to cover below her neck. Then I hugged her tight, like clutching a pillow, as she gazed at me.
...Warm.
"...What time is it now?"
"4."
"...One hour."
"...Before Mom wakes up."
"..."
We lay facing each other, bodies pressed close. It felt comfortable. Unbelievably so. Being with someone you like like this—it felt unreal. Like being with family... well, she is family.
I tried to close my eyes for a quick nap. But she kept poking my cheek, so I opened them. Our faces inches apart.
...Ah.
I couldn't see her pupils. Forehead, nose, cheeks—all blocked. The only thing in my sight, where her gaze pierced, I leaned into.
"...Heh... Mmph..."
"Ha... Ahh..."
Lips first, then soon after, tongue tips brushed teeth. She wouldn't open up, so I lightly traced her waist with the arm around her. Her body shivered, and the lock gave way. I slipped in without missing a beat. Minty.
...Ah. Brains really do run on electrical signals. Currents surged through my whole body.
"...Phah. ...Ha... Ah... Oppa..."
My hand naturally slid from her back to the front, and she started resisting. I sealed her mouth again to silence her protests. I toyed with the tip of her tongue that sucked into my mouth.
"...Hah... Mm... Mmph..."
She quieted down even as I groped her chest. I teased the tip lightly over her bra. The other hand slipped under too, hiking it up to render it useless.
"..."
I wanted to see. I pulled my hand out and undid her pajama buttons one by one. From cleavage down, her pale white mounds emerged slowly. Fully unbuttoned, just the essentials covered—made it even hotter. I spread the fabric aside.
... .
I tossed my T-shirt too. Then hugged her again, lips meeting once more. Skin on skin. Tongue tip on tongue tip. Tongues entwining.
...Gonna burst.
Wanting even a little more contact, we writhed against each other. Under the same blanket, it was sweltering, friction heat making it burn.
"Ha... Uh... Mm... . ...Hah!"
Before I knew it, I was on top of Gyeo-ul. I pressed down hard. All of her, her breasts holding perfect shape even lying down. Hands on her waist. Traced the curve down smoothly. Felt the soft pajama fabric. Hooked my thumbs on the double layers. Just as the continuous curve jutted out, Gyeo-ul blocked my hand.
"...Oppa."
"No can do."
"...Th-this..."
She pulled something from her pocket and handed it over.
... .
I took it and blindfolded her eyes. Stepped away briefly to rummage the drawer. Tore the wrapper, pulled down to my knees. Slid it on where it stood rigid and sticky.
"...Oppa, that... last part... no."
"...Same difference anyway."
"...If we do... can't stop..."
"...Yeah."
I got it. Once we crossed that final line, no holding back. Even now, I was dying to go wild. The moment the leash snapped... obvious what would happen. Couldn't even imagine it.
I returned to the now sightless Gyeo-ul. Hugged her from the side. Closer than before, craving each other again, savoring the softness of her lower belly, the spring of her navel, through that thin rubber barrier. The blanket was too hot; we were drenched in sweat. Made grinding easy.
I nibbled her lips, her breaths grew ragged. Aiming for revenge, she went for my ear. I savored the sweet pain of her obedient nibbling. Couldn't just take it—I targeted her collarbone.
...Didn't care if we got caught.
Excited enough for stupid thoughts like that, I left a deep, dark mark.
Seemed like getting her neck attacked pissed her off too. She flipped me under, climbed on top, and bit my ear. I cracked my eyes open... insane. Hold back? This? I yanked her hips faster toward me. Her whole body pressed quicker against mine. The room filled with sweat scent. Ours, thick. Nuzzled her nape—deeper aroma. Inhaled deep, then tongues tangled again. Like pouring out rising emotions... I came hard.
"...Hoo... ...Haa..."
"...Can't... breathe..."
Held her too tight during it; she whined. Loosened up apologetically, removed the blindfold. Her slightly moist eyes were too sexy—I kissed her again.
...This time she tormented my tongue first. Lower body, which had softened a bit, stiffened right back up as we mindlessly tangled tongues.
...Gonna lose it.
Suppressed lust reignited. Hand from hip to ass. Grabbed her tongue with my lips to muffle her, slammed our pelvises with a smack.
"...Uh, uh...?"
Gyeo-ul pulled back from the kiss, staring at my face in confusion.
...What's up?
Let her tongue go for a sec. Didn't stop my hips though.
"...O-Oppa?"
"What."
"Oppa...!"
"...What."
"...No blindfold."
"So?"
"...Can't... if we do..."
"...Not doing it?"
"...That's why..."
She fidgeted, then squeezed her eyes shut.
...What's that mean?
"...Why like that?"
"...Eyes open... feels too... real... not a dream..."
... .
Kissed her neck. Then cheek, nose, closed eyes, forehead, lips, teeth, tongue. Post-climax slipperiness. Condom tried slipping off.
...Whatever anyway. Already leaked everywhere.
No point fighting it—yanked it off. Tossed the blanket too, in case she asked. A bit chilly, but we were hot; not bad.
"Th-that... navel..."
"...Gimme a sec."
"..."
Direct skin on navel—her already flushed face went crimson. Bangs, nape, all sweat-soaked, hair clinging.
...Flipped her under me. Released her ass, brushed back her hair. Held her face with both hands, kissed again. Not fresh new-couple kisses—thick, sticky, lewd ones.
Honestly, not that much pressure. If anything, not much different from jerking off. But pleasure doesn't just come from stimulation. Her reactions, body heat, skin feel, leaking moans, and above all... visual feast.
From slender neck, blatantly seductive collarbone, breasts deformed under me—it reignited lust I'd just sated. Mucous membranes pressed, fluids exchanged, skin slamming—finally, I came directly on Gyeo-ul's body.
"...Ha... Ah..."
"...Uh."
Her legs trembled. Like the first time I'd lusted after Gyeo-ul and relieved it.
...Slightly different. Even after cumming, I wanted to stay hugged.
"...Oppa."
"...Just a bit longer."
"...Yeah."
We breathed ragged breaths into each other, lips bumping gently. No tongue this time—tender. Loving. I slid off her, lay facing again. Hugged her belly and lower chest, smeared with my fluids. Rubbing like that wasn't bad either.
"...Oppa."
"What."
"...Gonna head out soon."
"...Yeah."
Truth be told, I wanted to wash those breasts with my hands. Then have her fingers wash me.
...But showering risked Mom waking anytime.
Grabbed tissues and wet wipes for now, cleaned off the fluids. Shoved evidence in a trash bag, tied it, hid in drawer. Dump later secretly.
Sent Gyeo-ul to bathroom first, opened window, sprayed hand sanitizer to mask the smell.
...Gotta wash the sheets. Reeks of sweat even without asking.
Gyeo-ul emerged from washing up and cracked my door. Just poked her head in, but I saw her towel-wrapped body.
Saw it all earlier anyway... Got it, grabbed change of clothes, headed to bathroom.
Steamy shower stall. Doused my head, but lingering shampoo scent kept the arousal from fading.
...Haa.
How long till we get caught? What excuse if we do? Could I convince them instead? That's when I realized—surrender wasn't even an option in my head anymore.