The Sister Who Despises Her Mother
Three family members sat around the dinner table. Hayeon couldn't bring herself to eat a single bite. A scene she had witnessed in the past was playing on an endless loop in her mind. It was the memory of her flinging his bedroom door open, only to find her older brother gasping for breath, clutching his penis and jerking off, his face frozen in sheer terror. It had been a shock. His penis, incongruously large for his delicate, slender body, had looked so grotesque, and the way he rubbed it with his hand had felt disgustingly filthy. Now, she understood that such things happened, and she thought she had long since buried that hideous memory. Yet today, of all days, the image of her brother's penis from all those years ago refused to leave her head. Ultimately, Hayeon clattered her spoon down and stood up.
"What's wrong? Do you not have an appetite?" her mother asked, her voice laced with worry.
Ignoring her, Hayeon spat, "I lost my appetite because of the stench of this bastard's cum." With those harsh words, she turned to leave the table.
"Seong Hayeon! How dare you speak to your brother like that?" Her mother tried to scold her with an angry voice, but the moment she met Hayeon's gaze, she shrank back like a criminal, averting her eyes. Hayeon was glaring at her mother with sheer ferocity.
"I'm fine, Mom." Accustomed to this tense atmosphere, Ha-woon calmly comforted his mother.
"Tsk." Hayeon spun on her heel and stormed up the stairs, leaving her mother unable to lift her head in shame.
"Let's just eat. It's not like this is the first time."
"...I'm sorry."
"I told you, I'm really fine."
And it was the truth. To be completely honest, his parents' divorce hadn't been entirely a bad thing for Ha-woon. He couldn't exactly call it a good thing, and he had never dared to say it out loud, but his father had constantly nagged him, always demanding too much from his son. He would scold Ha-woon for picking at his food, or complain about his mediocre grades. The most stressful part, however, had been the constant criticism for not being 'manly' enough. *If you wanted me to be manly, you should have passed down some decent genetics,* Ha-woon often thought. Of course, his father—who was short himself but still fancied himself a real man—would never agree, but his own short stature had always chipped away at Ha-woon's confidence as a male.
But it had been different for Hayeon. While their father was strict with his son, he was a doting fool who would do absolutely anything for his daughter. He had always taken Hayeon's side. Because of this, in Hayeon's eyes, their mother was a sinner. A sinner who had destroyed their family and robbed her of her beloved father by having an affair with another man.
"I'm on your side, Mom." Even looking at it objectively, their mother was in the wrong, but Ha-woon didn't want to blame her. Unlike his father, who had already started a new family and was living comfortably, his mother was the one who remained here, taking care of them. As Ha-woon continued his meal while comforting his dejected mother, Hayeon stood upstairs, her hand resting on her bedroom doorknob, quietly listening to their conversation.
It was no different from any other day. It wasn't as if her brother taking their mother's side was a new development. Yet today, his tenderness grated on her nerves to an unbearable degree. *Mom is the one who did wrong.* Why was he taking her side? Why was he comforting her instead of me? I want... I want... An inexplicable, sticky emotion seemed to seep deep into her skin.
"Son of a bitch..." Hayeon muttered under her breath. Letting go of the doorknob, she turned and headed toward her brother's room. The moment she opened the door, the thick, stimulating scent of his body washed over her. *I want it... this smell...* But what drew her in even more was the crumpled ball of tissues sitting in front of his computer monitor. *The stuff that came out of his dick...* Hayeon quickly snatched the tissues, hurried back to her room, and locked the door behind her.
"Haa... haa..." Panting heavily, she unfolded the tissues, exposing the sticky, milky-white fluid. Pressing her nose against it, she took a deep, long drag. *Ssshhhp... Haa...* She inhaled the scent of his semen with everything she had. *This is insane... Why... why does this smell so good?* The fishy, raw scent traveling up her nasal passages felt as if it were painting her entire mind in shades of pure depravity. Her body burning up, Hayeon slid her hand inside her panties, which were already soaking wet from God knows when.
"Ah...!" Hayeon had never cared about men or sex. Yet, the sensation of her own fingers touching her vulva for the very first time sent a wave of pleasure so intense through her that she felt like she was going mad. The strength drained from her legs, and her back slid down the wall until she was crouching on the floor, her legs spread wide. Her thighs and calves were pressed together, but her knees were flung completely open. Even though there was no one there to watch... it felt so embarrassing. And yet, she had absolutely no desire to close her legs.
*Ah, this... my finger is going deeper...* *Squelch... squish...* The stimulation applied to her cleft, which had widened along with her spread legs, sent her spiraling. *This... ah, this... is insane...* Hayeon's excitement reached a fever pitch.
"Fucking bastard... haa... goddamn piece of shit..." The smell of cum violating her nostrils so obscenely, combined with the physical sensation of her soaking wet pussy being stroked, was an overwhelmingly violent stimulation. *Look at me... Be warm to me... Not to that fucking slut of a mother, but to me... to me...* *Squish, squelch... wet squelch...* The memory of her brother getting caught jerking off became vivid in her mind.
*Jerk your dick off for me... This isn't enough... This isn't nearly enough... I want to smell my brother's freshly squeezed cum... I want to inhale the warm, fresh scent of semen right as it spurts out of his cock...* Drool began to drip from her parted lips. The movement of her fingers rubbing the inside of her wet, slick canal grew faster and more frantic.
"Ahhn... ah, ahh...! Brother... give me your dick... Ahhhn... your dick... Brother, brother... give it to me... Give me your dick...!" Her hips trembled violently as her white panties, draped loosely between her wide-spread legs, became completely drenched. The excess arousal fluid that couldn't be absorbed dripped onto the floor below.
"Haaa... haa..." The electric pleasure coursing through her body didn't last long. As her body cooled down, her mind also began to clear. It felt as though she had been drowning in an intense fantasy, only to be abruptly dragged back to reality. "No..." Even though she had despised her brother so much, for some reason, she felt as if she had wanted to be connected to him for a very long time. But she knew all too well that it was impossible.
As she pulling the tissue away from her face, a thin, sticky strand of semen stretched from her nose to the paper. Instinctively, she stuck out her tongue, but before it could touch, the strand snapped. It felt like a cruel confirmation that she and her brother could never be together. *Because we're siblings... There's no way he'd ever look at me as a woman.* Hayeon pulled her spread legs back together and buried her face in her knees.
The next morning dawned. Monday. A school day. Normally on school days, Ha-woon's routine was to wake up briefly to his 6:30 AM alarm, close his eyes again, and feel a small wave of happiness at the fact that he could sleep for thirty more minutes.
"Huh..." It was rare for him to wake up before his alarm. Checking the clock, it was only six. He closed his eyes, delighted by the fact that he could sleep for a whole hour more, but... "I can't fall back asleep..." In truth, he knew exactly why he couldn't drift off again. It was absurd, but his heart was fluttering. His brain told him it was nonsense, but a corner of his heart couldn't help but admit he was anticipating something.
*Maybe my relationships with the girls will change...* Just the other day, girls would casually approach him, pinch his cheeks, or force makeup on him to 'make him prettier' while humiliating him. But today, maybe one of them would blush shyly upon seeing him, or get cutely jealous of other girls trying to get close to him. He would receive a hesitantly offered love letter, and their relationship would progress at lightning speed. Before long, they would finally share an adult love, and he would confidently bark at the other girls who still tried to play pranks on him:
"—I'm already taken! Only my girl is allowed to touch my body!"
That way, the girls who treated him like a mere plaything would back off, leaving only the woman who would blush for him as she shed her clothes. It was perfect!
"Hehehe... ehehehe." His facial muscles contorted into a ridiculous grin. "Hehe... haha..." It didn't last long. "Haa... As if... that would ever happen." It was a delusion. There was absolutely no trace left of the three wishes he had made. He had even begun to wonder if he had simply fainted from the stress of being the only virgin left among his friends and dreamed the whole thing. Still, you never knew. Wouldn't it be fine to spend just one day holding onto a little hope?
With that thought, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Just as he reached it, the door swung open, and he ran right into Hayeon, who was drying her hair with a towel. "Ah..." They were roughly the same height. Their eyes met at a direct level. *What is it now? Why is she just standing in front of the bathroom, staring at me?* She had stood silently outside his room yesterday, too. Was she determined to block his path at every turn?
"Move." There was no point in saying more; it would only lead to another argument. When dealing with her, it was best to keep things short and strictly business.
"Oh? Right... You're up early today." Oh? Not only did she step aside without a fuss, but her tone was surprisingly mild. Was she finally growing up?
"Hey... since you're up early, do you want to walk to school together?"
"Are you insane?" Ah. Before his brain could even process his sister's absurd suggestion, his mouth had already blurted out the response. They went to the same school and would probably leave at the same time anyway, so it wouldn't have been bad to enjoy a friendly sibling dynamic for once, just like when they were kids. But there was no chance to salvage it.
"Get lost, you midget." The moment she poked at his insecurity, any fleeting desire to be a decent older brother vanished instantly. Still, it felt like he had suddenly intruded on her morning routine. After awkwardly gauging her reaction and making sure she left first, Ha-woon set off a little later. But on his way to school, bright and early in the morning, he ran straight into a gang of delinquents.
"Hey, midget. Get over here. We need to talk." To make matters worse, it seemed they had business with him. *Damn it. I should have just walked with Hayeon.*