Seollal – Feeling Like I Can Do Anything
With a sister who loved me this much, not even trying would be downright foolish. So, "...Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"You just need to understand me. I don't want to make a baby. ...It'd be wrong to the kid born from it too."
I had no intention of going there. Making a baby between siblings crossed a line I couldn't accept. I didn't have the confidence to raise my own child properly, or to give them the love they deserved. A child born from siblings—it'd be tagged with that label forever, and I had no assurance I could shield them from the pain. I was already at my limit just taking care of one little sister.
"...You're really okay, right, Oppa...?"
"I'm fine. ...I really am."
"Lately... you've had this look like you're about to drop dead... ...it scared me."
Tears welled up slightly in Gyeo-ul's eyes. ...Had I really crumbled that much? Well, yeah, I'd been exhausted lately. Even at the motel, we'd just held each other and slept, and it was the same now. If I were in my right mind, I never would've done that.
"I'm not dying. I won't run away, won't cheat. I'll stay right here. If you really get pregnant... we'll have to run off together, right?"
"...Yeah."
No more running away. No more hurting each other endlessly, no more licking each other's wounds in secret. From now on, your presence would be a plus for me, mine for you—we'd live positively.
"Let's hang out with friends more, go places. Staying cooped up at home just the two of us makes us depressed."
"...Yeah."
"We'll treat each other so well that no one can ignore or insult us... If we make the people badmouthing us look like the fools, ...they might not understand, but they'll have to accept it."
"...Oppa, why are you copying what I said?"
"Why? Can't I borrow my little sister's words?"
We couldn't change society or fight it head-on—we didn't have that power. We'd have to blend in quietly, unnoticed. Make ourselves indispensable, earn recognition from others. So they couldn't ignore us.
"Gyeo-ul."
"...Yeah."
"...Should I get snipped?"
"...?"
"Vasectomy means no pregnancy. You're on the pill all the time, and that's not great... ...Should I do it?"
I'd thought about it plenty before. If things went to the absolute worst, maybe I'd just get it reversed? I'd put it off because those dark thoughts lingered. But not anymore. I didn't want to sin against a new life just to satisfy my greed. To earn acceptance, I could compromise this much.
"...No. Who knows when you'll pull that near-death act again... ...You're not doing it."
"I won't, I said."
"If you do it again... I'll really make a baby. You said you'd take responsibility, so... ...I'll trap you that way. Make sure you can never run. So... ...stay by my side forever."
...I really was a piece of trash. Seeing her suffer that much while I whined selfishly made me feel so guilty. Even backed to the edge of a cliff, she'd tried to comfort me—it was incredibly touching. I had to give her faith. Assure her it wouldn't happen again.
"I'll stay by your side forever. Don't worry about pregnancy. I won't either."
"...Yeah."
"I'll get the surgery secretly from Mom. Got it?"
"...No. Don't get snipped. If anything, I'll do it... but not you."
So I'd mulled it over seriously and brought it up, but my sister shook her head furiously, rejecting my resolve outright. ...I'd mustered the courage to say it, and this was the reaction? ...Did she really want my baby that bad? No way?
"...Is there another reason you're against it?"
"...Well... um..."
"Tell me."
"I... looked it up too... and after, when you cum... it might feel bad... ...You get so happy when you cum inside me..."
Like she was begging me to pounce right then, she was blurting out filthy words unconsciously. It was ridiculous that was her reason, but it also made my lust boil over ridiculously hard.
"Better if I just take the pill or get the arm implant... ...It's reversible too."
"... ."
"So... ...don't. ...I love seeing you happy the most..."
Seeing her crave me so desperately like this, I got more aroused than ever, unable to hide it. I pulled Gyeo-ul, sprawled on top of me, into a hug and sat up. Staring straight into her eyes, her ears turned red, and she soon looked away. It was so cute I shoved my face close and blew teasing puffs of air.
"Ah, seriously... Stop messing around, Oppa..."
"Why? You hate it?"
"Seriously, you suddenly perk up like this..."
"You hate me perky?"
"...I like it."
No hint of dislike in her voice. But her body pretended to push away. I grabbed her head to keep her from escaping and kissed her deeply. Pressing our bodies so tight I could feel her heat through our clothes. While she clung to me, oblivious, I slipped my fingers under her T-shirt. Gently folding it up, exposing her bare skin. My hand moved naturally to her braless breasts, I broke the kiss, and we locked eyes.
"...Period's over, right?"
"... ."
I didn't even need to ask—I knew her cycle well enough. But her blushing cheeks, pursed lips, and nod never got old, no matter how many times I saw it. A quick kiss in place of words, then I pulled away and slowly peeled off her shorts. She was used to it now, lifting her hips helpfully—such a good girl. Her pure white lace panties, even sluttier than usual. No hesitation, I stripped them off. Then I shed all my clothes too. While I got naked, she tossed off her T-shirt. Siblings stripped bare, as God made us. No foreplay needed anymore.
My sister straddled her seated brother. I rubbed my glans between her folds, and she twitched her hips, ready to take me. Slowly, without resistance, it sank in deep enough to feel every bit of her.
"Oppa, my period just ended not long ago."
"Yeah."
"Today's an off-pill day... you can cum inside... ."
"...Don't have to?"
"...No, you do. Don't want to dirty the bed..."
Like demanding I cum only inside her, she clung tight and swallowed my cock whole. More like hugging than fucking, we just writhed together, kissing intensely to make up for all the hard times. While she was lost in my lips, I leaned forward, slowly toppling our balance. Hips grinding subtly, I shifted back, bent my straight legs into knees, and laid Gyeo-ul flat on the bed. Still buried inside—just as the motion fit—but I was insanely happy and horny. Pinning her down, cock still in, we kissed forever. No other caresses, no thrusting—just kissing. I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted this bliss to last. While we clung like slugs, showering affection, she pushed me back a bit and looked up at me desperately.
"O...ppa..."
"What."
"Can't... hold back..."
"...Why?"
"Heart's pounding... driving me crazy..."
She laced the fingers of my right hand with her left, pressed it to her chest, letting me feel her thumping heartbeat.
"...Pounding?"
"Yeah..."
"What should I do?"
"Like always... pound... pound... fuck me till I break..."
Her other hand went to her navel, pressing hard enough to feel the pressure on my cock through her flesh.
"...Fill me up completely... cum inside..."
She stroked her belly once, laced our other hands too, then said, "Kiss me till I can't talk..." Lifting her head to steal my lips again. "Make all the bad thoughts go away... love your sister lots instead... Oppa..."
This time, deliberately, with an unmistakably womanly face, she dragged out even the last of my fading gloom.
"Mmph... mmf... mmmph..."
The bedsheets creaked. Wet slaps, closer to squelches, filled the air. But her moans barely escaped—I swallowed them all. Hands laced, navels pressed, nipples to nipples, our kiss so sloppy her tongue was outnumbered by mine in her mouth. You'd filled me with love, so I filled you right back. Overflowing, drenching the bed. I thrust wildly, came buckets, but still didn't want to pull out. Just keep kissing like this, pick up again once I recovered. As I came, bucking my hips, she took every drop without leaving my lips, twitching her own hips nonstop. No words needed. On and on, until we collapsed exhausted, until Seollal's end—we made love freely.