44. Lovers
“Gyeo-ul-ah, you really can’t move?”
“...Yeah.”
“Can’t even run away?”
“...I told you.”
“...Alright, let’s wash up first.”
I tucked away my pitch-black intentions for a moment and grabbed her shoulders, easing her into the bathtub. Standing behind my girlfriend as she sat in the tub, I picked up the showerhead mounted on the wall and turned on the hot water. I adjusted it to a comfortably warm temperature, then poured it directly onto her shivering back.
Watching her quietly let the water soak her body, she somehow looked even lewder than before. Was it because her hair was wet? Her skin had been plenty fluffy and soft already, but I guess sweat or water drenching her suits my tastes more.
By the time the water in the tub had risen to just below my ankle bones, I turned off the shower. When the flow stopped, Gyeo-ul turned around with a questioning look, so I bent down slightly, gripped her under the armpits, lifted her up, and settled her onto my lap.
Hugging her wet body from behind like that, I just couldn’t stop fondling her breasts. Same went for rubbing my cock against her tailbone.
“...Oppa?”
“The tub’s too small. Can’t help it.”
“The breasts... that’s got nothing to do with it...”
“They’re my girlfriend’s tits. I can touch them.”
“Even if we’re dating... to your... little sister, it’s too much...”
“We agreed to act like lovers outside, remember?”
“Even as lovers...”
“We just fucked and now we’re washing up. Touching’s fine.”
“Th-then... why’s your... cock...”
“Getting hard from being skin-to-skin with the person I love? That happens.”
“...Oppa, aren’t you... getting way more shameless?”
“People can be a little shameless sometimes.”
Honestly, it wasn’t shamelessness—it was me boldly laying bare my true feelings. If we’re talking shameless, it’s you for blatantly seducing me then playing innocent. Not that I minded. Hell, that’s exactly why I fell for you like this.
“...And why’d you only fill the tub this much...?”
“Yeah, wonder why.”
“You’re gonna... do something pervy again, right?”
“Who knows?”
“...You are. You’re already... doing it.”
“Well, maybe. Then just run away.”
“If you... hold me down with your strength, I can’t... escape, uht... haaht...”
To keep her from bolting, I wrapped my right arm under her breasts and hugged her tight. To check if it’d be okay to slide back in, I slipped a finger into her pussy—still connected to me moments ago. Leftover cum hadn’t fully drained out yet, leaving it plenty slick and sticky.
...Haa. Want to cum inside again. Driving me insane.
Of course, cumming felt amazing, but every time I watched my seed leak out from her after a creampie, this indescribable sense of conquest and satisfaction flooded me. Visually, it was pure perfection.
“Gyeo-ul-ah.”
“...Hah, uht, you gonna... do it... again?”
“Don’t wanna hurt you, so don’t try running.”
“Oppa, you’re such a... perv...”
“...Lift your hips.”
As I gently teased her clit and pussy entrance while tormenting her nipples, Gyeo-ul let out moans and gripped the tub’s edges, rising slightly. I grabbed my rock-hard cock—ground against her ass and hips this whole time—and carefully pressed the tip to her pussy. Gripping her pelvis, I slowly pulled her down, applying pressure.
Thanks to the unwashed fluids, even with our mucous membranes clinging tight, it slurped right in with a sticky sound, no resistance.
“Heuk... hah... heuu, haaak...”
My cock sank almost all the way inside as she settled back onto my thighs. I thrust up bit by bit with my pubic bone until there was nowhere left to go.
Unlike before, the still-exhausted Gyeo-ul didn’t move her hips—just reacted whenever I buried deep. Whatever. Didn’t matter.
Rubbing her clit still drew moans, softly circling her nipples coaxed out nasal whines, and licking or nipping her neck and ears from behind made her breathing ragged. All that was as responsive as ever.
Still, I didn’t want to go rough on my tired girlfriend from the start, so I kept the thrusts slow and steady.
“Gyeo-ul-ah, got a question.”
“...Hng... yeah.”
“You know I can catch you if I really want to—why keep poking the bear?”
“When did I ever...”
“Then why the hell’d you take that pic and show me?”
“That was...”
“You that desperate to get jumped?”
“...”
Her ears flushed beet red as she frantically shook her head no. Wet strands whipped my face more than expected—stung a bit. I gathered her hair from the back and draped it forward.
...This hairstyle wasn’t bad either. Great view of her nape. Bonus: I could fondle her tits and play with her hair.
“So why’d you do it?”
“...Just, hngt, wondering if... you had any... naughty pics too...”
“And?”
“Checked your phone, heuk... no such thing...”
“Why snoop through my phone?”
“...You said... let’s date... so you’re not... just anyone...”
“Then can I check yours too?”
“...”
This time she nodded eagerly. ...Gotta have her show me later. Delete everyone except family and same-sex friends. If there even are any.
“Fine, whatever—but why take the naughty pic in the first place?”
“You said... hauk... at home... we’re siblings...”
“Yeah.”
“But your... sex drive’s... so strong...”
“...So why keep teasing me?”
“Imagining you... doing it... with someone else... bugs me...”
“...You took that pic for me to jerk off to?”
“N-not... jerking... off exactly... just... that... hnngt, heuk...”
“So it’s a gift for me to stroke it to while staring at your slutty pics?”
“...”
I threw out the blunt, dirty words, and she blushed her ears even redder than before, hiding her unseen face as she nodded furiously.
...Haa. No clue what to say.
Just... she’s attractive as a woman, as a person. I want her. Want to own her. Make her mine.
Her firsts as a woman, as a lover—everything. All mine.
“Gyeo-ul-ah.”
“...Yeah.”
“Lift your knees a bit.”
“...Knees?”
“Yeah.”
I paused the thrusting for a sec, and she obediently raised her knees, bending her legs. I slipped my arm under her calf, grabbed both thighs, and folded her body up like origami. With her totally pinned, I lifted and dropped her, pounding her hard—fucking her raw.
That word fit best.
“Heuk, hak, ha... aang, ang, haaa... hnnguuht!”
I lifted her till just the tip stayed inside, then slammed my hips up, burying deep. Repeating that, her pussy walls clenched wildly, gripping so tight it was hard to pull out.
Of course, the mix of fluids gushing out inside made it slick as hell—no issues, just pure bliss.
She’d whined about not being able to move, but once I started railing her hard, she came undone. Seeing that, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Our asses and pubic bones slapped together, water splashing lewdly from the shallow pool—chap chap chap—every thrust shaking our flesh, fucking like animals.
Soon we both clamped our thighs, toes curling, and I byuuuuurut—flooded her depths, so much it leaked out and mixed with the tub water. Marked her inside as mine.
“Heuk... he... uk, ha... aaah...”
After I finished cumming, we just panted, no words exchanged.
A twinge of guilt hit me, so I released her thighs and stroked her hair and belly vigorously. Kissed her nape, and she seemed to soften a bit, turning to look at me.
Too adorable—I pulled her close again and kissed her deep.
...Haa. Stay buried like this, and I’d want seconds for sure. Fine for now, but ten minutes tops. Maybe less.
Ending the kiss regretfully, I pulled out. Couldn’t look away from the cum spilling out like a cork pop, but I finally brought up the talk I’d delayed for sex.
“...Gyeo-ul-ah.”
“...”
“If you were gonna show me pics like that...”
“...Yeah.”
“Text ’em or... whatever. Not shove ’em in my face like ‘look at this.’”
“That’s... too... embarrassing...”
“...Taking the pics wasn’t?”
“...”
“Thought I’d buy you pretending it wasn’t yours?”
“...No.”
“...Then why tease me about sending naughty pics?”
“Seeing you... get all... horny and worked up... it’s fun...”
“...”
“You’re so composed normally... but lose it when excited... it’s just...”
“You like making me lose my mind?”
“...Yeah.”
“I pounce when I’m horny—what’s fun about that?”
“Seeing you... go crazy... because of me... I love it.”
....
Logically, her words should’ve creeped me out even a little. But for some reason, every single one hit my exact kink. Perfectly.
“Gyeo-ul-ah.”
“...Yeah.”
“Cold—let’s wash up. Filling the tub.”
“...Yeah.”
Even as I turned the faucet for warm water, I didn’t let go. Stark naked, it’d be too chilly alone.