In the Bathroom with My Sisters (1)
Their eyes met again, both looking awkward.
“Mm.”
“Ah.”
They pulled apart at once, suddenly aware of how embarrassed they felt.
The mood shifted. More precisely, it cooled.
The lewd, almost sadistic haze that had let them do anything as long as it satisfied their lust faded away. What replaced it was their usual selves—in other words, they were back to their senses.
Ji-ah blinked.
Huh?
Now that she thought about it, weren’t they doing something pretty extreme?
Growing a penis was one thing, but had they really just fucked Han Ji-eun after she turned into a woman?
Ji-yeon rubbed the side of her head.
Something about this feels… off.
Even with the sudden appearance of a penis, normal lust shouldn’t have driven them this far. And more than anything, just because Ji-eun was a useless, dreamless shut-in didn’t mean they could treat her like this.
Both of them looked down.
“Nngh…”
“Ah…”
The sight was pitiful. Ji-eun’s body was a mess.
“…Ah, ugh…”
Both of her holes were still stuffed with cocks and completely wrecked. The mouth Ji-ah had used was drooling a mixture of saliva and thick, cloudy semen. Because Ji-ah had fucked her with her head tilted back, the fluid wasn’t dripping straight down; instead it was running over her eyes, forehead, and hair. A droplet of cum hanging from one eyebrow finally fell.
“…Gulp.”
Ji-ah swallowed without thinking.
Her gaze moved to the other hole—Ji-yeon’s. White, viscous semen was leaking out there too, though in smaller amounts. It wasn’t because Ji-yeon had ejaculated less; Ji-eun’s pussy was gripping the shaft so tightly that there was almost no room for anything to escape. Still, her clit, swollen and flushed from repeated orgasms, had pushed out from under its hood and was twitching on its own, as if begging the much larger, superior cock to pay it more attention.
“…”
“…”
In the living room, the only sounds were the sisters’ increasingly heavy breathing and Ji-eun’s thin, wheezing gasps around the cock still lodged in her throat. The rationality that had been returning to their minds retreated once more. Staring at the obscene holes still impaled on their cocks, both shafts—despite having already cum twice—began to harden again.
“…Seriously, this is fucking filthy.”
Ji-ah muttered first.
“…You… slut.”
Ji-yeon spoke the word “slut” for the first time in her life with genuine intent. The two sisters met each other’s eyes. Once again, they were looking at each other with the eyes of males.
Slowly, they pulled their cocks out of their respective holes. As Ji-yeon’s shaft slid free of Ji-eun’s pussy, the soft walls clung to it, trying to keep it inside—as if begging, Don’t go, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, please don’t leave me. When the cock was finally yanked out, thick semen began to pour out in heavy globs. The combined fluids of Ji-yeon’s second load and Ji-eun’s own juices splattered onto the living-room floor.
They had intended to thrust back in right away. But the moment Ji-ah’s cock left Ji-eun’s mouth—
“Eugh…! Hck, ugh…!! Keh, keh!! Cough!!”
A sudden backflow of semen gushed out, completely covering Ji-eun’s face. It looked as if someone had deliberately collected a full load and dumped it over her features—a vulgar, obscene makeup. Yet the sight of her coughing desperately, struggling to breathe, made both sisters hesitate even as their lust rose again.
“Cough, cough… keh, ugh… cough…”
Ji-eun’s coughing continued. Her throat had been roughly used, and semen had gotten into her esophagus and nasal passages, so she couldn’t stop. The sight was enough to stir guilt in Ji-yeon and Ji-ah.
They thought, What… what should we do? Guilt tipped the scales in their minds further toward reason. They needed to wash her… no, they had to wash her themselves. Then feed her something nice, put her to bed, maybe run to the pharmacy in case she was in pain, and—
They were stopped from getting up by a sound from Ji-eun’s lips. Not a cough.
“Ah…”
Just a short syllable, but it carried a tone of longing. She had been so full, and now she was empty again. That pitiful whimper from the female tipped the scales back toward lust.
Just one more time, really.
The last time. This is really the last.
They pushed their cocks back into her holes.
“Ah…♡”
The wet sounds of flesh slapping together and the female’s moans echoed once more.
…
I felt dazed.
I was alone in the hot bathwater, mind blank. Thinking was too much trouble. Actually, I didn’t even know what I was supposed to be thinking about, so I didn’t even try. I simply let myself dissolve in the large tub filled with hot water. In the background, I could hear my older sister and younger sister talking as they began washing themselves.
“Hey, this is harder to wash off than I thought.”
“Just water won’t do it. You have to use soap suds. Probably because it’s protein.”
It would have been a heartwarming scene—sister helping sister—if they hadn’t been scrubbing semen off their bodies.
“Ji-ah.”
“What?”
“You don’t happen to have any morning-after pills, do you?”
“Why would I? I don’t even have a boyfriend. And why are you asking all of a sudden… ah.”
Both pairs of eyes turned toward me.
“Nngh…”
Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze—only for my own large breasts to fill my vision. They were floating on the surface of the hot water, so buoyant it almost proved that fat really was lighter than water. A sudden, vivid realization hit me.
I really have become a woman.
It was strange. I had just been subjected to things only a woman could experience, yet seeing my own breasts floating in the bath from a first-person perspective made the fact feel far more real.
I heard someone approaching through the water.
“Um.”
It was my older sister.
“How’s your body feeling?”
“…I’m fine.”
Both of them were difficult to face, but Ji-yeon was especially so.
“Does it hurt anywhere?”
“Not really…”
My words trailed off into mumbles. It couldn’t be helped; it was awkward. It had been almost two years since I’d spoken even a single word to her. And in the last year, even the warm questions about how I was doing had disappeared.
“…I see.”
“…Yeah.”
Apparently the awkwardness went both ways. Ji-yeon turned back toward the shower. As she walked away, the enormous thing that shouldn’t have been between her legs swayed heavily.
Nngh…
I lowered my head again, and this time Ji-ah’s voice reached me.
“Hey, Han Ji-eun.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“…Is there anything you want to eat?”
“Something I want to eat…?”
Uh. Hmm. Why was she asking?
“I-I’ll just eat something later on my own.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
Ji-ah sighed. Feeling like I’d done something wrong, I apologized.
“Sorry…”
“No, I mean… that’s not…”
She stopped and shook her head.
“Never mind. I’ll just order something.”
“?”
I didn’t really understand, but at least she didn’t seem angry with me.
“And later I’ll buy you the pill, so make sure you take it.”
“…Okay.”
The “pill” she meant wasn’t painkillers; it was the morning-after pill. Feeling strangely unsure of how to respond, I dipped my lips into the bathwater.
What’s going on?
They were being oddly kind. Yesterday, I could never have imagined them saying these things.
They even washed me.
After they had both finished cumming inside me one last time, I had been left sprawled on the living-room floor, unable to move. My body had no strength left. Having my breathing restricted over and over had left me half-conscious and dazed. Every orgasm had made muscles I didn’t even know I had cramp, so I was sure I’d be sore tomorrow. I swallowed without thinking. I hadn’t brushed my teeth, so the faint taste of semen lingered.
“…Nngh.”
Bubbles rose as my breath escaped into the water and were swallowed by the sound of the tub.
I remembered their hands. Not the rough, forceful way they had used me earlier, but the gentle way they had carried my limp body to the bathroom, lathered me with soap, washed me carefully, and lowered me into the tub.
…It was soft.
And I could feel their guilt and unease.
It’s been a long time.
The last time either of them had touched me without frowning was when we were kids. Back then, it had been normal for the three of us to walk around holding hands—Ji-yeon, then me, then Ji-ah. When we bought ice cream, they would feed me because I couldn’t hold one in each hand.
Glug. A sigh I couldn’t quite name dissolved into the water.
The sound of the shower stopped.
“I’m heading out first. I need to start the laundry.”
When Ji-ah nodded at Ji-yeon’s words, I found myself speaking without thinking.
“Um… excuse me.”
Both pairs of eyes turned back to me.
Nngh.
I was still scared. But—
“Would you… stay in a little longer?”
I gestured at the huge tub, big enough for three adults, and spoke. Ji-yeon and Ji-ah looked at each other.
“The laundry…”
“We just have to run it before Mom gets home anyway, right…?”
They hesitated.
“But we don’t know when Mom will come back.”
“If she hasn’t shown up yet, she’s probably coming after work, isn’t she?”
“Mm…”
Their gazes returned to me. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt like they were looking a little lower than my face.
“Then… shall we soak for just a bit longer?”