Our First Time
I pounced on Gyeo-ul as she lay sprawled sideways across the bed. My knees dug into the mattress, soles hovering in the air. It wasn't the most stable position, but who the hell cared. I swallowed hard and slid my arms around her chest. How many times had I held back just for this sensation? I slipped my thumbs into the deep cleavage splitting her breasts in an I-shape. My other fingers grazed her bra. Not enough. This would never satisfy me. I checked how the underwear fastened—hooks on the front. ⋯God, I'm losing it. Gripping the sides of the hooks, I twisted and unclasped them. Her breasts spilled free. I shoved the bra aside. There they were, blatantly seductive, begging for a man.
I kneaded her massive, perfectly shaped breasts like dough. My thumbs pressed firmly on her protruding nipples, then circled gently. Every time my nails grazed them, a leak of breath escaped her—driving me even wilder. I stepped off the bed and tossed my T-shirt. Grabbing under her armpits, I sat her up. I slid my forearms under her knees draped over the mattress. She got the hint and obediently lay back straight on the bed. I climbed on top, planting my hands beside her head. Our eyes locked. I wanted to kiss her. Twine our tongues. I let my primal instincts take over—no more holding back.
I brought my face close. As our breaths mingled, I saw her eyelids flutter shut. I closed mine too, in sync. First our lips met, then our tongues. We devoured each other's mouths hungrily. There was a hint of alcohol—not beer, but the fresh scent of mouthwash. Our mucous membranes brushed as our bodies touched here and there. Pinch her ear, and her tongue tip pressed hard on mine. Stroke her side, and her lips quivered. Tease her now-stiffer nipples, and she'd nibble my lips. Every reaction was adorable and so damn sexy.
We swapped saliva for a good long while before pulling apart. A thin strand connected us briefly before snapping. I sat up, shifting my gaze. My hands, which had been caressing her breasts, traced her curves downward. I massaged her thighs roughly. Starting from the outer sides, inching deeper toward the inner. I slipped my thumb under the last scrap of fabric covering her body. My other fingers stroked her hips. Hooking the obstacle blocking my view, I tugged—but it wouldn't slide all the way down.
"Lift your hips."
"⋯Uh, okay."
With those words, the fabric slid down her thighs and caught between her knees. And there it was—something I'd never seen before. Her pussy, slightly redder than her skin, completely hairless.
"⋯Gyeo-ul."
"⋯Oppa doesn't grow much beard either⋯."
Genetics or whatever—didn't matter. It was insanely hot. Her labia majora were neatly closed, neither too big nor small, hiding what lay inside. The teasing glimpse of her inner folds ignited my lust. As I reached to part them—
"W-wait, Oppa! That's⋯."
"⋯What."
"⋯Embarrassing."
"Now?"
"Still, touching it⋯ maybe instead⋯."
She called my name in a panicked voice and swatted my hand away. Her face flushed crimson as her eyes darted around. Then she squeezed them shut and⋯ grabbed her own lips, pulling them apart to reveal her insides.
"⋯Isn't that more embarrassing?"
"⋯I dunno. Idiot⋯."
I couldn't understand her sensitivities, but damn, this was way hotter—visually and situationally. She knew exactly how to drive me insane. I stared, entranced. Her hidden clit under the hood. The thin petals pulled aside. A hole so tiny it seemed impossible to enter. Even that minuscule opening was divided into two by some ambiguous membrane or fold. Exposed raw, yet not vulgar at all.
"⋯Gyeo-ul."
"⋯Ah, uh⋯."
⋯I thought I had normal tastes. Guess not. I wanted to thrust in right now. Even if it made her bleed, even if she screamed in pain. I didn't care—I wanted to ravage her depths. I'm going crazy. My heart wasn't the only thing pounding. My whole body throbbed. Blood pressure too high—dangerous. At this rate, I'd really rape her.
"Wait⋯ just a sec."
I licked my parched lips and headed out, opening the door. Burst into my room, rummaged frantically through the drawer. Yanked off all my lower clothes. Tore open a condom packet and rolled it onto my heaving dick. Fumbled to check if it was on right—hand slipped. Grabbed every condom I had and went to the bathroom. Splashed cold water on my overheated face, scrubbed my fingers with soap. Deep breaths. Picked up the condom I'd set down and returned to her room.
She was on the bed like before, but⋯ not quite. The underwear that had been on her was now piled by her head. Somehow she'd pulled out a blanket, and there she lay naked except for an eyemask, straight as a board, waiting for me.
"⋯Kim Gyeo-ul."
"⋯."
"Are you nuts?"
"⋯."
"Why're you driving me crazy."
"⋯."
I didn't wait for answers. Climbed back on her naked body. Roughly spread her thighs. She might need more foreplay, but apparently not—wetter than before. One hand parted her pussy, the other gripped my cock. Rubbed the rubber-covered tip against her clit hood. A soft moan escaped her as I stroked like licking. ⋯Can't hold back. Fuck, I really can't.
"⋯Lift your hips a bit."
"⋯Okay."
Slid a pillow under her raised ass for a better angle. Positioned my cock at her now slicker entrance. Wanted to shove in. Fuck her like an animal. Sister or incest—didn't matter. Just wanted to overlap bodies with the Gyeo-ul right in front of me. Carefully eased the tip inside. But a different sound leaked out—not pleasure, closer to pain.
"⋯You okay?"
"Ngh⋯ a little. Um⋯."
Pulled the tip back, barely touching her mucosa. ⋯What now. Gonna explode. Too aroused past the limit—judgment impaired. As I kept rubbing just the tip—
"⋯Oppa."
"Yeah."
"That thing⋯ it kinda hurts⋯."
"⋯What?"
"⋯You can take it off."
My dick twitched wildly on instinct, brain be damned. But my head cleared. No, can't. No matter what—
"⋯Today's safe, so⋯."
"⋯."
"If it's outside⋯ probably⋯."
Her words made my hand rip off the rubber sheath automatically. The sticky glans emerged, no lube needed. ⋯Reason can't touch this anymore. Gripped the shaft, pressed to her hole. Spread precum like gel. Eased in where the tip had been. Way smoother, more natural. Her sultry voice tickled my ear—worlds apart from before.
"⋯Oppa."
"⋯Yeah."
"I love you⋯."
"⋯Love you too."
Those words triggered me—I pushed deeper. The impossible tip vanished bit by bit. Like nature's law, it parted the barrier, stretching her slowly, sucked gently inside. I focused every nerve on the glans gliding along her walls. The tight grip digging in—electric, like a drug. ⋯No going back to how things were.
"Ha⋯ uh⋯."
"⋯Gyeo-ul?"
She clutched her mouth, panting. Wanted to soothe her, but my cock ignored my brain, plunging deeper. So deep I wondered if this was it.
"O⋯ppa."
"Yeah."
"⋯The sound, don't⋯ make me hear it⋯."
"Yeah."
"H-h, ah⋯ cover my⋯ mouth⋯."
My whole body shuddered. Not brain—heart understood her stuttered plea directly. Narrowed the gap at our pubic bones inch by inch, legs rubbing wildly, every skin touching like we'd fused. Sealed her mouth with mine—tongue slipped out naturally. Licked just the tips, stuck tight. Of course I wanted to pound like mad. But I craved longer intimacy. This sensation, this feeling. Yanked off the eyemask. Her eyelids fluttered open. This expression. This face she's making—for me. Wanted her all mine, forever.
Moved my hips gently so it wouldn't hurt. "Hah, ah, ah⋯ heh⋯ngh⋯. O⋯ppa⋯."
"⋯Love you."
"⋯Ha, ah, ngh, me⋯ too⋯."
She seemed a bit overwhelmed but showed no dislike—utterly lovable. Hands interlocked, we shared tiny twitches barely qualifying as movement, drawing it out.
"Gyeo-ul⋯."
"⋯More."
"More?"
"⋯Kiss me more."
She seemed more accustomed now, demanding kisses. I didn't refuse my sister's plea. Eyes closed, we crashed every membrane together. My hip movements grew a tad bolder—not full pistoning, but grinding pubes constantly. Breaths grew rougher. Her walls clenched my glans tighter.
"Ha⋯mmph⋯, heh⋯. Oppa⋯."
"Gyeo-ul⋯."
"Head's⋯ floating⋯."
"⋯."
"Like a dream⋯ ha, mmph⋯."
Released her tongue briefly—she bit my ear after that teasing line. Couldn't hold back anymore. Slowly withdrew the shaft gripped deep inside—to just the tip. Then thrust back in.
"Hngh⋯, haah⋯ah, ah⋯, mmph⋯."
"⋯Really okay?"
"⋯Al⋯right⋯."
Pulled out and thrust again. The scraping walls on my glans drove me insane. She moaned nonstop but never signaled stop. Even if she did, I couldn't brake. She was too cute, too sexy. Not fast, but rhythmic slaps of skin echoed. Mixed cries of pain and pleasure spilled mainly when pubes met.
"Ngh⋯, ngh, ah, haahngh⋯"
"Hoo⋯, ha⋯."
⋯Dangerous. Wanted to bury deep and unload everything. Flood this alluring female with my genes. But barely held back. Upped the piston speed. Couldn't fight the surging urge. My ragged breaths had long turned to heaving gasps. As my balls vibrated, I yanked out fast, dove back into her mouth. One hand stroked the shaft, rubbing the tip on her navel. Nearly three weeks of pent-up lust—all unleashed on Gyeo-ul. Semen and everything else.
"Hehmp⋯, ha⋯ah⋯, mmph⋯."
"⋯Haa, ha⋯, hoo⋯."
Who knew I could cum like this. Long, multiple spurts. Tongues entwined the whole time. Semen overflowed, trickling down her side to the blanket. Mixed with what looked like not a drop of blood.
"⋯Haa. Hoo⋯oo⋯."
"Haah⋯uh⋯."
Strength drained from my body, but I wasn't calm. Still, not enough. One time could never satisfy.