Family Meeting (2)
The atmosphere around the breakfast table had grown noticeably more relaxed.
They hadn’t completely shaken off every lingering emotion, and it still felt awkward to be sitting face-to-face like this after so long. Even so, a gentle warmth hung in the air—the quiet sense that everyone was trying to reach out to one another.
Once they finished eating and set their chopsticks down, Mom asked,
“Ji-eun, aren’t you going to eat any more?”
“Ah, um… I’m full. I guess my stomach really has shrunk.”
Ever since she’d become a woman.
“I-I see.”
The mood shifted again. The conversation had dragged them back into ordinary life, forcing them to confront the physical changes that had overtaken their family of four.
Han Ji-eun, who had turned into a woman.
Yeon Yu-ri, Han Ji-yeon, and Han Ji-ah, who had all grown male genitalia.
“…We…”
Han Ji-yeon spoke carefully, glancing around the table.
“I think we need to have a family meeting.”
She paused, then added,
“Before that, how about we each have a cup of coffee?”
Han Ji-yeon brewed four cups herself and handed the one she thought had turned out best to Han Ji-eun.
“Th-thank you…”
Her younger sister—no, her little sister now?—still looked hesitant.
Han Ji-eun took a cautious sip, then suddenly blinked rapidly.
“Here.”
Han Ji-yeon offered the creamer and sugar.
“Ah, no, I usually drink it black…”
“…Right.”
Even so, the face she made made it obvious the bitterness was too much for her. Her stomach shrank, so maybe her tastes changed too. Han Ji-yeon was still wondering what to do when Han Ji-ah spoke up.
“Give me the sugar and creamer.”
She stirred both into her own cup, took a sip, then held it out.
“Hey, try this.”
“Huh? But I like it black…”
“Just try it once.”
Han Ji-eun hesitated, then brought the cup to her lips.
“!!”
Her face lit up like a flower blooming at dawn.
“Looks like it suits you. You can have it.”
“O-okay…!”
Han Ji-ah took the untouched black coffee for herself, sweetened it, and began drinking. That was the best one I made, but whatever. The difference was tiny anyway. Han Ji-yeon took a sip of what she considered her worst cup and steered the conversation back to the main topic.
“First, I want to bring up something Ji-eun mentioned earlier. It’s important we clear this up before we go any further.”
“What do you mean?” Yeon Yu-ri asked.
“Haven’t you noticed it too, Mom? It’s not just our bodies and libidos that changed. It feels like all the feelings we’ve been holding toward Ji-eun are being forced out along with the desire.”
Yeon Yu-ri’s eyes widened. Han Ji-ah nodded as well.
“W-wait a second,” Han Ji-eun cut in. “Does that mean… you two have always wanted to hit me or say awful things to me?”
Han Ji-yeon and Han Ji-ah both looked down.
“Th-that’s…”
“I mean, it’s just…”
They fidgeted.
“…Sorry.”
“Me too. I’m sorry.”
There was no excuse they could offer.
“…It’s fine.”
Han Ji-eun had already known. She’d been aware that Ji-yeon and Ji-ah were irritated with her. Wanting to hit someone who annoyed you was normal. Actually doing it would be assault, but since their emotions had been forced out, she had decided not to hold it against them. They had apologized, after all. And honestly, being handled roughly felt good—wait, what am I thinking? No, no, I didn’t think that.
“Anyway,” Han Ji-yeon cleared her throat, “what I really want to say is that we might still need Ji-eun’s help from now on.”
“What are you talking about?” Yeon Yu-ri’s voice was calm—for now.
“You’re not suggesting we’ll have to borrow Ji-eun’s body every time we get aroused, are you? We can handle our own desires by ourselves.”
“I want to do that too. Really.” Han Ji-yeon glanced at her new little sister. “But I don’t think we’ll be able to.”
“…What do you mean?”
“This is just a guess, but even if we don’t want to hear it, we can’t ignore the possibility. We don’t know why this happened to us, but if someone intended it, then there’s a high chance they want us to keep having sex with Ji-eun from now on.”
Clack! Yeon Yu-ri set her spoon down on the table.
“…That kind of thing…”
She started to speak, then bit her lip and rephrased.
“I will never—never—do that to Ji-eun again.”
“Do whatever you want, Mom.”
Everyone understood what those words really meant: she could try to resist, but she would probably fail.
Han Ji-ah, who had been quiet until now, turned to Han Ji-eun.
“What do you think, Ji-eun?”
“Huh? Me…? I…”
She hesitated, then answered,
“I already said it earlier. We’re family. If someone’s struggling, I think we should help each other.”
Han Ji-yeon pressed gently.
“Are you really okay with that?”
“Yeah.”
Han Ji-eun nodded firmly.
“Besides, this way I can finally contribute something to our family too.”
Those words struck the other three—especially Ji-yeon and Ji-ah—with a fresh wave of guilt. They had assumed she was just lazing around without a care, but she had been carrying her own worries and pain all along.
Maybe I should take her out to a nice restaurant sometime. Han Ji-yeon made a mental note to look up places that fit her now-comfortable salary.
“Um, well then…”
It was Han Ji-ah who spoke up, her voice unusually unsure.
“Could you help me out starting now?”
“Huh?”
Han Ji-eun looked startled. She had offered to help, but this quickly? It was still morning—weren’t these things usually done at night?
“I’m meeting my friends for lunch today…” Han Ji-ah admitted, embarrassed. “If I get an erection in the middle of it, it’ll be a disaster, so… I was hoping you could help me now.”
She glanced at her nervously.
“Is it… too much?”
“Um…”
Han Ji-eun was flustered. This is way more embarrassing than I thought. Being forced had been humiliating, of course, but agreeing to it out loud while everyone was still thinking clearly felt completely different.
“O-okay… I’ll help…”
“Y-yeah. Thanks…”
They were both blushing furiously.
Yeon Yu-ri stood up abruptly.
“A-all right, you two figure it out yourselves!”
She hurried toward the master bedroom, the front of her pants visibly tented. The door slammed shut behind her.
“…Let’s go.”
Han Ji-ah stood and tugged on Han Ji-eun’s sleeve.
“Sit on the bed.”
Han Ji-eun hadn’t been in her little sister’s room in a long time. It looked different from how she remembered—proof of the gap between a middle-school girl and a college woman.
Something feels off.
This was the first time she had ever entered a girl’s room. Even if it was her sister’s.
“So,” Han Ji-ah said, sitting beside her. The massive erection straining against her dolphin shorts made it very clear this was nothing like a normal sibling relationship. “You’re really going to do it?”
Her voice was different from when she had forced herself on her the night before.
“I might get rough again once I’m worked up… Are you sure you’re okay with that?”
Han Ji-eun had only one answer for her apologetic little sister.
“Yeah.”
She had already made up her mind. The words she’d spoken at the table—that she could finally contribute to the family—had been sincere. Even a high-school graduate with no job could do this much.
“…Okay.”
She could feel Han Ji-ah’s gaze changing. Desire was creeping into the way she looked at her body.
“If that’s what you’re saying…”
The apologetic girl from the breakfast table was gone. In her place sat the same hungry male who had brutally raped her the night before. And deep inside Han Ji-eun’s body, a sweet, throbbing heat began to spread in response to that gaze.
Haah…
Even so, the lust in Han Ji-ah’s eyes was far milder than yesterday. She really was just trying to take the edge off before going out. Because of that, the way she wanted her felt different—less like being taken by force and more like being desired.
“Let’s do it quickly.”
Han Ji-ah pulled down her dolphin shorts, revealing her fully erect cock. A bead of precum glistened at the tip.
Han Ji-eun swallowed unconsciously.
Am I really doing this just to help my family? Is there really no part of me that wants this for myself?
“Yeah. I’ll help you.”
She said it like an excuse, like she was still trying to convince herself. Then she hooked her fingers into the panties she had only put on a few hours ago and slid them down.
“I-I’m still your big sister, after all…”
“Pfft.”
Han Ji-ah’s answer to that desperate justification was a short laugh.
“What kind of big sister lends her pussy to her little sister?”
“Th-that’s because—”
“Whatever. Come here.”
Han Ji-ah patted her thigh.
“Get on, Han Ji-eun.”
A drop of clear fluid slid down the head of her cock, glistening like honey meant to lure in a female.