41. Outside the House
"Didn't you say no naughty stuff?"
"I won't, so take it off."
"Making me look at something naughty in front of your little sister, then suddenly telling me to strip... Are you really my brother?"
"...Why does that naughty photo look exactly like you? It's uncanny."
"...Maybe it's because you have that kind of taste?"
"The clothes are identical too."
"I... don't have panties like that."
"If you folded those shorts you're wearing right now nice and tight, they'd look just like it. Same color and everything."
"I don't do stuff that... naughty... no way."
"...Really?"
She's trying to weasel out of it, huh. ...I really didn't want to play it like this. But if she's gonna come at me this way, I can't just take it lying down. Getting played isn't my thing. I like giving back as good as I get.
"Then can I make this my phone wallpaper?"
"...Huh?"
"I mean, it's not like the boobs are fully out or anything. It's a bit sexy, sure, but that happens. And it's not even your photo anyway."
"Th-that's..."
"Showing it to other people..."
"No, absolutely not!"
Hey, let me finish. Are you crazy? This is for my eyes only. I wasn't gonna show anyone—I was just gonna... make good use of it myself. ...Her reaction tells me I've hit my mark, though.
"You say it's not you, but why get so mad?"
"...Oppa."
"Yeah."
"You shouldn't just show your stuff to other people like that... no way."
...This is why picking wrong hurts. Treating sex separate from dating doesn't make sense. Especially after we've tasted each other. I knew that... but I hoped she'd get that my confession wasn't just about that. Otherwise, I'd look like total trash. Of course... saying it was nothing at all would be a lie.
"...My stuff?"
"Ah, I mean... not yours specifically, but like... your possessions should be treasured... that's what I... meant..."
"...Possessions?"
"..."
Gyeo-ul's cheeks flushed bright red, her eyes darting around before she finally nodded. ...Haa. God, she's hopeless. I try to quit smoking, but she keeps shoving cigarettes in my mouth. What am I supposed to do? Lit ones, at that. ...Still, I didn't want to lose. I was tired of folding every time. I wanted a compromise. Something to ease the guilt, even if it was just sophistry.
"...Kim Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"Here, take my puffer jacket and put it on."
"...Huh?"
I kicked off the blanket covering us and got up. Opened the closet, grabbed two outer layers, and tossed one to Gyeo-ul. She looked baffled but slipped into the oversized jacket anyway—it hung loose on her frame, kinda cute. ...Not for long, though.
"Wh-what, oppa?"
"I said we'd act like siblings at home, right?"
"Yeah."
"...Let's go outside."
"..."
"I can't do that stuff to my sister... but I can to my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend... huh. Me...?"
"I asked you out, and you didn't say no... so yeah, girlfriend."
"...Yeah."
"You said no earlier... wanna take it back?"
"..."
"Honestly... when we're lovers, I wanna do it."
"...That kind of...?"
"Yeah, the naughty stuff."
"..."
She grabbed her cheeks with the jacket sleeves that were longer than her arms, her face turning red—I couldn't help but laugh. ...No idea why she's embarrassed now after showing me that photo.
I threw on my outerwear, stuffed my pockets with whatever, grabbed her wrist—hidden under the puffer—and headed out of the room. We clomped down the stairs and walked to that spot where we'd exchanged hearts at sunset. ...It hadn't even been a few hours. Not half a day, not even a quarter. I let out a disbelieving chuckle.
"...Oppa, taking the car?"
"Yeah."
"No way, you don't mean..."
"Not here. ...Don't treat me like a psycho, okay?"
...Are you nuts? Doing it in the car at this hour. Even if it's night, it's not dawn yet. Sure, we did it in the car once before... but I realized pretty quick I was crazy for it. No plans like that today. I'm not leaving things ambiguous where only I feel good.
I started the engine, pulled up a map on my phone, found something nearby and decent-looking, set the nav, and drove. Minutes after hitting the pedal, we pulled into a building's parking lot. ...Actually going in felt weird. Unfamiliar, yeah. And a bit of a money pit. Still... can't keep doing it at home forever. Who knows when we'd get caught. Gotta draw the line there. Otherwise... honestly, I'd probably jump her every time I touched her.
"...Let's go in."
"...O-oppa."
"What."
"This is... that kind of place, right?"
"Yeah."
"...First time for me, but... is it okay to go in dressed like this?"
"How should I know? ...First time for me too."
We've done family pension trips with relatives, sure. ...But hotels? Never. What do you want from me? Domestic or overseas trips were always "study" excuses I skipped. Field trips and retreats—that's it. Not a crime, right? For either of us.
"...No one's gonna care anyway. Let's go up."
"...Okay."
We each put on masks from the car, long puffers over our short-sleeve shorts-and-tank getups, and shuffled awkwardly to the counter. Day-use was too late, so I paid for an overnight stay and took the keycard all stiff-like. In the elevator, our reflections looked ridiculous. Too weirdly dressed for a fresh couple.
Swiped the keycard, door opened—room was cleaner than expected. Haa... gonna lose my mind. Hitting it when reason flew out the window was one thing; building that mood stone-cold sober was totally different. ...Awkward, yeah. But not unexcited. I wanted it. As her lover. Her boyfriend. Gyeo-ul's man. No more holding back. Screw the resolutions. I could pretend sometimes, but no real restraint. At least outside the house—she wasn't my sister; she was my girlfriend. That's how I'd think of it.
"...Oppa."
"Yeah."
"We really came here... for that, right?"
"...Yeah."
"..."
I hung my puffer on the rack first. Gyeo-ul was still by the door, hands shaking—I felt the blood rushing hot. ...Wanted to lay her down right there, but held off. Bed's the place, obviously. Took her hand—she was standing there blankly—and led her in.
"Kim Gyeo-ul."
"..."
"...Gyeo-ul?"
"..."
"Girlfriend."
"...Yeah."
"Take off the puffer."
"...O-okay."
"...And lift your arms."
On the third try, she finally responded, fumbling the jacket off and raising her arms. Grabbed the hem of her tee, slowly pulled it up. That gray bra from the photo crept into view.
"...You said it wasn't you."
"Underwear... could be the same, right?"
"...Boobs too."
"That's..."
Grabbed her shoulders—still denying it—and shoved her onto the bed. No siblings here. No holding back. No worries, no anxiety.
"Oppa, aren't you gonna... shower first?"
"We showered not long ago—no sweat since, no need."
"..."
Hand to her hip, stroked gently—she lifted her butt naturally. ...No rejection; she even hooked her fingers in her shorts and tugged. Peeled them off completely—plain panties matching the bra color perfectly. Less thrilling than the tits, so I yanked off my shirt and climbed over her. Looking down, the hole in the bra stood out clear. The cleavage hiding inside too.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"What's this hole for?"
"...Dunno."
"Why buy underwear like that?"
"Just... heard it was comfy for sleeping."
"...Bought it to show me?"
"No! ...That's not it."
"You knew and took that photo anyway."
"..."
She shook her head no. ...At least admitting she took it now. Couldn't fight the urge to shove something in there—started with fingers, easing them into the hole.
"...Gyeo-ul."
"..."
"Was it expensive?"
"...Not really."
"Not discontinued or anything?"
"Bought it recently, so..."
Pressed my thumb into the soft cleavage, hooked fingers on the bra and tugged side to side. Stretchy material—didn't rip, hole widened nicely.
"...Oppa?"
"Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"...Hold on a sec."
Left her flustered, piled pillows and blankets by the headboard. Lifted her under the arms to half-recline her. Then hopped off the bed. Scoured the room—no luck. ...What I needed, I already had. No choice. Dug a condom from my puffer pocket, tore one open. Held it as I went back.
"You gonna... use that?"
"...Nah."
"Then why..."
Unrolled the rubber with my fingers, wedged it between her cleavage, spread it around.
"What... are you doing?"
"...Can't just spit, right?"
"..."
Bare skin was drier than expected. No sweat. ...Any natural lube was probably all over my underwear by now. My idea was ridiculous even to me. ...But hey, not my fault. Can't use rubbers any other way, going nuts over tits— all because of you.
"...You like my boobs that much?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"You shove 'em in my face all the time."
"Never... done that."
"Just now, you pressed yours against my chest."
"That was just... to hear your heartbeat..."
"...Gyeo-ul."
"Yeah."
"Cover your eyes."
"...Eyes?"
"Like the photo."
"...L-like this?"
Hand over eyes just like the pic, cheeks and ears flushed red, propping her underboob with her free arm. I stripped off every last piece of clothing I had on.