It Wasn't Only the Women Doing 'That'?

"I need a smoke."

Yang Dahee shook her head. With her sibling sleeping just behind her, lighting up here was out of the question.

So, after shedding her work clothes down to her underwear, she made her way to the computer. Checking the internet before bed after coming home from work had long since become a habit for her.

She logged onto the community forum and, careful not to wake her sister—wait, her brother—she began typing, each keystroke soft and deliberate.

The moment Yang Dahee posted, the responses came flooding in. Notifications of new comments were already stacking up.

"Look at all the fish taking the bait, seriously..."

Clicking her tongue inwardly, she opened the comments.

Yang Dahee already knew exactly what that smell in the house had been. She'd only posted it online to get a second opinion, that was all.

He wouldn't normally do that, though...

Yang Dajun and men in general rarely masturbated. Their libidos were simply lower than a woman's, so they seldom bothered to touch themselves—which meant that every now and then, unable to release the buildup on their own, they left a trace behind.

He has done it once in a while, hasn't he?

Dahee had caught that scent in her brother's room from time to time herself. It was a smell that didn't linger long—too faint to savor for very long unless you were being actively teased—so it made sense that she'd gotten worked up when she came home earlier.

She started typing again.

These were worries she could never confide in anyone face to face.

A noona in love with her own little brother—and a little brother who doted on that very noona. It was only because this was the internet that she dared speak of it. If this had been real life, she wouldn't have even brought her brother up.

This kind of topic was a community favorite, so the comments started rolling in fast on this post too.

Yang Dahee scowled at the screen.

"It's real, though..."

She hadn't expected anyone to take her seriously, but somehow having people refuse to believe her left a bad taste in her mouth.

Tsk... that's the internet for you.

She was a virgin herself, wholly ignorant of men, yet whenever she thought of her little brother Yang Dajun, she couldn't help feeling a certain pride—a quiet sense of superiority, like she owned something rare.

Well, I suppose it is hard to believe, huh?

No matter how she thought about it, she doubted she'd ever find a boy like her brother anywhere else. Yang ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Dahee let out a soft sigh through her nose and murmured under her breath.

"There's no one who comes close to Dajun."

He was a brother she was so fond of that she didn't even want to show him off to other people. And yet, at the same time, some part of her ached for someone—anyone—to acknowledge it.

It would be forgotten within a day if it was posted online... so was it really so wrong to brag about her little brother? She began to weigh the thought seriously.

Gulp.

Yang Dahee swallowed. She wanted to show those faithless women a photo of her brother, to shut them up.

But if she did that, her precious little brother would end up as material for every woman's fantasies out there.

"No... I won't."

Her little brother had to remain hers and hers alone. He was simply too precious—she wanted to keep him exactly as he was, in this moment.

She turned around, caught her breath, and carefully eased herself down from the chair. She was right beside the blanket where her brother slept.

"Dajun."

She called his name quietly. No response—so he was definitely asleep, then.

Yang Dahee brushed the hair from his forehead, sweeping it gently to one side.

"So cute..."

How could anyone still be this adorable all grown up? She could picture it: little Dajun toddling after her everywhere, back when they were kids.

Cute then, cute now—but Yang Dahee wanted to hold onto the sight of him, this properly grown man, for as long as she could.

"Just one photo... that's all I'll take."

She raised her phone over her brother's face.

Click—

It only felt like the shutter had sounded. Thank goodness she'd muted it—she'd switched the camera to silent so as not to wake him.

Lowering the screen's brightness so her brother wouldn't stir, Yang Dahee stole a private look at the photo.

"Honestly... he's too adorable."

Her heart pounded with the secret thrill of having photographed her brother without his knowing.

Beside her, he lay sleeping, breathing softly inside his blanket. Watching him made something in her chest itch and squirm until she couldn't sit still.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hand had drifted toward the blanket covering her brother. Taking advantage of his sleep, she peeled the edge of it back—and then, before anything else, before anything at all, she looked between her little brother's legs. That was not a noona's instinct. That was a woman's.

"Ah..."

The sight of his size set her face ablaze. Her lower belly let out a long, aching whine, and her chest felt so tight and congested that she had to exhale a ragged sigh.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from her brother's cock, her mouth hanging open without her even noticing.

He's grown so well...

He'd become a boy who could drive women crazy with want. Even knowing him as her 'noona', her heart raced—and because she was the one who'd raised him, her feelings were all the more tangled.

Yang Dahee swallowed hard.

"Dajun..."

She wanted to touch him. She kept inching closer without realizing it.

Earlier... that felt so good...

When Yang Dajun had touched her, pleasure had crashed over her in waves. Every time her brother had hugged her, stroked her back, kneaded her breasts, her pussy had grown wetter and wetter.

Aching to make contact with her brother's body again, she edged closer, careful and slow.

Holding her breath as if someone might see, she reached her hand out little by little. They were family—blood of her blood—and yet she went ahead and brushed her fingers, ever so lightly, against her own brother's cock.

It's huge...

Her little brother's cock was thick and heavy. This was just from tracing a part of it—what would happen if she took the whole thing in her hand? Her body leaned forward on its own.

"...God, no. Stop."

She'd nearly pounced on him.

She jerked back, shaking her head hard, but she couldn't pull her eyes away. Greed kept rising up in her, and she swallowed it down with her saliva before lifting her phone again.

Click.

A noona had just taken a photo of her little brother's cock.

Phone still clutched in both hands, Yang Dahee brought it toward her face without meaning to.

"Mmnh..."

Her little brother's cock had a strange power over women—it made them desperate. A wicked thing, it made her lower belly pound and soaked a noona's pussy until it dripped.

Her little brother's cock, viewed through a photograph... Yang Dahee pressed the screen against her own lower belly.

"Wh-what is this...?"

Shock knocked the air out of her; she couldn't help gasping.

Going by size alone, her brother's cock would slip into a noona's soaked pussy and pound her womb senseless, with more than enough to spare.

Just how deep does it go...?

Its length—unrelenting, as if it meant to pierce clean through a woman's belly—left her unable even to breathe.

A woman's belly swells outward just a little because it cradles the precious room where a baby will grow.

But her little brother's cock looked ready to push past that baby-room entirely, and drive straight through above her navel.

Thump.

Thump, thump...

Her belly pounding, Yang Dahee's eyes darted wildly back and forth.

She was no longer looking at him as a noona at her brother, but as a woman at a man—and her heart refused to settle.

She pressed a hand to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her chest and took a deep breath, but her soaked pussy squirmed against itself, drinking in moisture, and a hazy stream of honeyed fluid was already trickling down between her thighs.

Sweeping her side-swept hair back with one hand, Yang Dahee leaned down toward her brother's face.

Peck.

She had kissed her little brother. The very first person she had ever given a kiss to... and it was her own flesh and blood whose first kiss she'd stolen.

"My first kiss belongs to a noona, huh...?"

She pulled her lips away shyly and looked down at him. Still fast asleep. She stroked his hair to one side once more.

"Whew..."

Somehow feeling stifled, she sighed and rose from her seat. Yang Dahee headed straight for the computer.

I have to keep this hidden.

She moved the photos into a hidden folder and slapped a mosaic over them so no one could make out anything. Now the women of the internet would never get to see her brother's lovely face and body.

And then she began writing again.

Cool and curt. Very Yang Dahee—a woman's touch, stripped of any excess.

The photo of her brother she'd attached alongside it, on the other hand, was, in a woman's eyes, almost unbearably cute.

The comments began pouring in instantly.

Just as she'd expected—every one of them lusting after her brother. Wolves of women, eyeing another's man. Yang Dahee decided she'd made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the right call, blurring out the photos before posting.

Not a chance... Dajun is mine.

She would never, ever hand her little brother over to sluts like these.

Before I'd let that happen, I'd hold him myself.

Rather than leave him to be devoured ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠by strangers, she would rather claim her little brother for her own.

Yang Dahee turned around and gazed at her brother again.

Watching her small, adorable brother breathe softly in his sleep, she bit her lip. Then she spread her legs and slid her hand between them.

"Mmnh..."

Her pussy was wet all over again—there'd be no drying it now.

Before she'd even laid a finger on herself, a single kiss from her brother and a stolen glimpse of his cock through the fabric had put her straight into heat.

"Nnngh..."

In the end, Yang Dahee, too, was helpless—she was a 'woman'.

With her brother sleeping just behind her, she moved her hand as if bewitched.

She left her work window open and pretended to work, naked. Dajun was innocent—if he happened to wake, he'd never catch on.

And so, naked as she was, Yang Dahee began to soothe her pussy.

"Don't look..."

The thought that she might be deceiving her own brother made one corner of her chest sting.

Did she want to show her brother—the one who adored his noona—her lewd, indecent self? Or hide it from him? She couldn't tell anymore.

Even in the faintly cool air of the room, Yang Dahee's body only burned hotter. Her pussy gushed, honey flooding out all at once.

"Hnngh—!"

Wretched little pussy. All it took was the thought of her brother for the juices to come pouring out. A filthy, wanton, lawless thing—craving the coupling of brother and sister, defying nature itself.

Acting on instinct, Yang Dahee brought her fingers to the plump mound of her pussy and rubbed her honey over it, spreading it smooth. Then she carried those fingers, glossy and slick, to her mouth.

"Mmnh..."

She grimaced at the briny tang, but it was a smell that set her head ringing.

That lewd, fertile female scent prickling at the tip of her nose made her throw her head back.

Dajun...!

His smell had already soaked into her mind. That dense, heady scent she'd caught when she got home... a scent that coaxed a woman into devouring her man—and she wanted to breathe it in again, desperately.

...He's right behind me, isn't he.

If she kicked her chair back and pounced under that blanket right now, it could be done. He was asleep anyway—she might devour her little brother and never get caught.

And he liked his noona too, so maybe, even if she were caught, he'd forgive her.

And so Yang Dahee stood one heartbeat away from pouncing on her own flesh and blood.

"N-no... I can't."

A voice inside her—you're his noona, you mustn't lay a hand on family—blocked her. It made no sense even to her own heart, but she clung to that last shred of reason.

"No. I can't. I can't do this..."

She poured every drop of her rational mind into strangling the urge—and with reason spent, nothing remained but instinct.

Only a woman's instinct, left behind—a hunger to devour a man—and she began to masturbate like an animal in heat.

Her brother slept just behind her; she should have been careful of every movement. But Yang Dahee's wandering arms reached for the one place they shouldn't—her own huge, swollen breasts.

Come touch your noona's chest, Dajun...

She imagined pleading it to her brother as she seized her soft, springy tits in her hands. Each time she kneaded them like dough, a small cry broke out of her.

"Ah...!"

She replayed the memory of her brother's massage. How he'd pressed firmly into her damp armpits, then stretched his hand sideways to cradle the curve of her breast.

It had tickled—and yet a hot, tight ache had bloomed around her chest, and she hadn't been able to get it out of her head since.

"Ngh..."

Yang Dahee's nipples had swollen thick and full. Once they stood proud enough to grip, she pinched one lightly, then gave it a slow tug.

A shivering chill rolled over her and raced up her spine, raising gooseflesh. The tingling made her feel like her body wasn't her own, and her lower belly whined and ached.

Merely imagining incest had sent a sweet, musky female scent spreading through the room.

"Can't... get caught..."

She squeezed her thighs together, terrified her little brother might catch the scent of her body—but that only stimulated her pussy further.

The muscles of her cunt clenched into a knot, biting down on her finger and refusing to let go. It was only the very tip of her finger, just barely inside her virgin pussy, but nothing in the world could have been more stubborn.

Honey gushed and gushed until her finger felt ready to burst.

"Aahh... nngh...!"

Yang Dahee summoned to her mind the only man she knew. Her little brother.

"Dajun... mmnh...!"

The reason she'd turned down every confession, from man after man, and thrown herself into nothing but work. It was because she'd only ever had eyes for her little siblings.

Her little brother, more precious to her than anyone. The only man Yang Dahee knew was Dajun—and for him, him alone, she had guarded her virginity.

And because she knew that was a wait with no promised end, the ache inside her only grew sharper.

I can't stand it... I'm suffocating... nngh...

She wanted to wake him right now, this instant, and confess the love she'd hidden away all these years. But she knew she mustn't—and so she soothed her pussy with her fingers instead.

"Hhaahh... nngh...!"

Back turned to her brother, biting her lip, she caressed her aching cunt. Her mind had abandoned her entirely; even her thoughts were a tangled mess.

I have to hold it in. He's right there in front of me.

No... couldn't I, just for a moment?

I mustn't...

And yet... wouldn't a kiss be fine? Just a kiss...?

Water began to pool beneath the chair Yang Dahee sat on. A puddle spread, and the steady drip of liquid falling to the floor rang out in the dark room.

N-no... I can't...

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and rose from her seat. As her hips lifted, a wave of scorching heat followed, and that sweet-tart scent of a female in heat spread through the entire house.

"Dajun..."

Yang Dahee murmured his name without realizing it, and looked back over her shoulder.