88. A Gentle Early Morning Alarm
The alarm rang softly in the early morning, spreading faintly before cutting off. Sunlight hadn't yet slipped through the curtains, as if it knew I wasn't awake. The pillow carried the scent of shampoo. A breath tickled my cheek. My right arm tingled faintly. Liking the soft texture at my fingertips, I tightly hugged whatever warm thing was there.
A delicate "Mm..." hummed near my ear, stirring my heavy eyelids open bit by bit. My sister breathed steadily, her mouth parted just enough for a pinky finger, fast asleep. I gently brushed aside her messy bangs with my hand. Long eyelashes framed her neat face. Her skin was miraculously smooth without a trace of makeup. I brought the finger that had swept her hair to her lips and slipped it in lightly. No reaction—whether lost in a dream or sleeping too deeply for one, she didn't stir.
I pulled my finger out, wiped the saliva on my chest, and shoved aside half the blanket tucked under her armpit. Had she rolled around in her sleep, or kicked it off because it was stuffy? Not just her pajama bottoms, but the top too lay scattered on the bed. That exposed her pale breasts, which I cautiously stroked.
Gyeo-ul squirmed a little, as if it tickled. To scratch her itch, I moved my head between her breasts, burying my nose and inhaling deeply. The warm body heat carried her fleshy scent. Curious about that soft, squishy texture, I stuck out my tongue for a taste, then couldn't resist the sweet temptation and took a bite.
This time, a more lascivious "Hngh..." escaped her as she yanked my head tightly with both arms. The alarm rang again; I fumbled it off by feel alone. Now trapped with no escape, I endlessly savored her pink fruit.
It wasn't a long breakfast. Still, it left me far from satisfied. Careful not to wake my clinging sister, I slipped out, tossed the blanket to the floor to keep her lower half warm, and climbed on top.
Starting from her collarbone, I pressed firmly along the curve where my saliva lingered, massaged her slimmest spot with all ten fingers, then moved to broader areas, tugging down the stuffy fabric. Her clean, hidden mound appeared. I shed my own tearing underwear and greeted her with a navel-to-navel bump.
She didn't wake after the greeting, but her navel grew a bit damp instead. For a more certain wake-up call, I lifted my face to block her view. Closing in to give what she craved so desperately, she whipped her head away, dodging my kindness.
To let her know time was ticking, I chased her fleeing lips and pressed my face closer—but she jerked to the other side, evading again. I cupped her ears with my palms, forcing her gaze to the ceiling. Only then did she open her eyes and look at me.
"Sleep well?"
"...Isn't this too much for morning, oppa?"
"Why? You like kisses."
"...It's morning. Haven't brushed my teeth. ...And my face must look weird."
"Morning breath?"
"Not that, but... don't you get atmosphere, oppa?"
"Doesn't this have atmosphere? Doing this early morning."
"This is too... lewd atmosphere... Couldn't you wake me more sweetly?"
"...I'll study that for next time."
Grabbing her hand—puffed cheeks signaling complaints—we got out of bed together. I'd planned to head to the bathroom like that, but as soon as we left my room, she shook off my hand and dashed to the bathroom alone.
Her tailbone peeked out from underwear I'd rolled down—pretty erotic—but she vanished too fast to enjoy it.
"What, Gyeo-ul?"
"..."
"Washing alone?"
"I'm washing alone! You go to the master bath!"
"Why?"
"...Ugh, shut up, oppa!"
Thinking it some sudden whim, I knocked on the door, but she'd locked it. No choice—I grabbed a new toothbrush from the drawer, went to the master bath, brushed with toothpaste in my mouth, sat thinking, and suddenly realized.
...Ah.
Yeah... makes sense. It's morning.
It was still just 6:50 a.m. Not a long sleep, but washing every nook left my head surprisingly clear. Towel around my waist, I sat on the sofa drying my hair when the water stopped, rustling followed, and Gyeo-ul emerged.
"...When'd you grab your clothes?"
"While you were washing... snuck in."
She appeared in a white dress shirt clearly not her size. Panties back on, but no bra. Not a single button fastened. Nipples not yet visible, but the barely covered look was hotter.
"Anyway, so oppa... that..."
"Uh... Mom won't be back for a while... so, can you do it with your breasts? Just once?"
"...You joking, oppa?"
She'd arrive after 8 at earliest, but cleanup mattered. I thought it realistic, but she snatched the dryer, tossed it aside, and scolded me like it was absurd.
"Doing that in the morning... and now you wanna feel good alone?"
"...Ah."
Rebuking my selfishness, she gripped my shoulders, nipped my lip painfully with her front teeth, then shoved me back against the sofa armrest half-reclined. She yanked off my towel, slipped one side of her panties down to hang on her left thigh.
...Feeling good alone is kinda unfair.
We should both feel good.
"Yesterday you did whatever you wanted till the end too. ...This time, my way."
"...Sorry, do whatever."
Our wants weren't that different, but she ignored my reply, pressing my cock to her navel and shaking it before I finished. For someone doing her way, her face flushed shyly as she teased the head, then pinched thumb and index to watch precum string out, swallowing hard.
She lifted slightly, rubbing my cock teasingly against her closed slit like showing off, then as it parted sideways, slowly sank, swallowing me in.
"Hng... ut..."
"...Kiss me?"
"No... need..."
I might be fine thanks to you, but fresh from washing, you were still tight—I worried. But she pushed me back when I tried rising, shook her hips front-back carefully, doing her thing.
"Ha... ah..."
"..."
"Don't... grab... my hips..."
Her movements looked clumsy, so I placed hands on her hips to help, but she swatted them away instantly. Then, arms back pressing my thighs, she ramped up speed to prove it was truly her way.
"Haa... ahk... a... uh..."
"Ha... ah, Gyeo-ul..."
"Don't... talk... to me... Morning... so lewd... ha... ah, ...perv..."
"...You're fucking hot right now..."
Fluids flowed, mixing, resistance gone; Gyeo-ul panted, face crumbling, so damn fuckable I wanted to pin and crush her. But I held back. Watching her unravel turned me on too.
"Sh... ut... up..."
Wet hair flying wildly. Unfocused gaze, abs somewhere soft-firm. Thighs leading to our raw connection. Stolen shirt no longer hiding shoulders. Above all, those jiggling breasts I could feel without touching—lost in them, as she was lost, I secretly gripped both hard, squeezing like milking.
"He... ack... let... go... op... pa..."
"...No."
"Le...t go... ah! O... ut... hng... hauk!"
Despite her mouth saying no, overwhelmed even controlling herself, Gyeo-ul shuddered, clenching inside like wringing me as she couldn't shake my hands.
Not quite at climax, I squeezed her breasts brutally, rose up.
"Haak, haut...! Haaang, ah?... Heack... eump..."
Sucking her exposed tongue freely as she struggled to breathe, nails untrimmed enough to mark her breasts no issue, kneading tits my way, supporting her unbalanced body, navels clashing—I came late, thick inside her.
Overlapping trembling bodies to calm pulses, as I settled a bit, I pulled lips away and asked.
"Eup... hng... ha... ah..."
"Hoo... uh... ...Did your way enough?"
"...Your... way... again..."
"...Then my way again?"
Unable to reply, leaning on my shoulder panting roughly, I stroked her once, draped her quivering body over the sofa on knees, stripped the fallen panties fully, and used her my way.
...She didn't refuse the kiss this time.
Pounding from behind with slapping sounds, squeezing tits once more, pouring semen inside again—she pretended anger but wasn't really mad. When Mom returned right after cleanup, she smacked my arm, but I decided to take that cutely.