The 'Older Sister' Bending Over Right Beside Me
Yang Dahee wrapped me in her arms.
It was supposed to be an older sister praising her little brother, but all I could think about, buried against her chest, was something far less innocent.
Her tits are huge.
The soft weight of them pressed deep against me felt like sinking my forearm into dough. Her heartbeat drummed steadily through my chest, warm as a hand warmer held to my skin.
Yang Dahee gently patted my back.
"Dajun."
"Yeah, nuna..."
My cock was getting harder by the second.
At this point I'd already failed as a little brother. And if I'd failed anyway, what would it hurt to go a little further—just for a moment?
So I opened my arms and held Yang Dahee back.
"Nuna..."
I wound my arms around her waist like I was cradling something precious. But the moment I hugged her, my "nuna" jolted as though she'd been electrocuted, her whole body flinching.
"Hyeht..."
Dahee...?
She was twitching and making strange noises, so I let go and released her.
I was about to check if she was okay, but my "nuna" avoided my eyes, her gaze darting everywhere and nowhere at once.
"..."
"..."
People did let out odd sounds when startled sometimes. It was winter—could have been static electricity.
Her Intimacy didn't change, though.
If it was nothing, there was no reason to stare and make things awkward.
Yang Dahee stared off elsewhere too, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
"..."
She'd never make it as an actress.
Her acting was honestly pretty bad. Yang Dahee must have agreed, because she cleared her throat and pulled out her phone.
She squinted at the screen like she had work to deal with, glared at it for a good long while... then got up from her seat.
"I-I should head to work now..."
"...Already?"
Seconds ago she'd been glued to my side, and now she was rummaging through a drawer for clothes like she was suddenly swamped.
Still, ever the dutiful "nuna," she glanced back at me between every motion, checking on me right up to the end.
"You can walk to school with Yurim."
"Yeah."
She said it like it was just another ordinary day.
Lee Yurim had played with us siblings since we were kids, and she was still the only friend who came over to the house.
Yang Dahee kept talking without pause, like a mother nagging her son.
"Stick close to her. If some sketchy woman tries anything, call me."
"I will..."
I nodded vaguely and let out a sigh.
It was nice that she worried, but did she have any idea what a state her own body was in?
"Hehe~"
At a scent like fresh powder settling through the room, I turned my head—and there she was, right beside me, humming to herself with her bare white ass sticking out.
Yang Dahee had done nothing more than turn her back on her little brother.
I can see everything...
Even if she didn't have her own room, this was too much—lifting one leg to pull on her stockings without a shred of cover. Between the cleft of her cheeks, a cute little hole kept peeking out at me. My sister was seriously lacking in caution.
Yang Dahee whipped her head around toward me.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing."
I answered over a mouthful of rice, playing it cool. But below, blood was flooding in so thickly it ached, and my heart pounded away.
Scared she'd catch me staring at my "nuna," I kept eating with one hand pressed over my crotch—glancing sideways every so often, of course.
She's tall.
Even by the standards of women in this world, she looked tall. And other things about her were big too. When her chest had squished against me earlier, the feel of it had nearly made me slump back into the sofa.
It dipped, didn't it...
Every time she moved to get dressed, her huge breasts swayed like waves rolling in. Her hips wiggled too, like someone swinging a large ball right in front of my eyes.
Not like she's doing it on purpose.
Graceful movement was simply in her nature.
Each time she bent and straightened, two little hollows dimpled the small of her back—Venus's dimples.
But... is she sweating or something?
A trickle of liquid ran down between her legs, leaving a glistening sheen. She'd been complaining about the heat for a while now, but Yang Dahee paid it no mind as she pulled her skirt up.
Office wear here looks about the same.
Once the black skirt was on, she brushed the dust from her white blouse with a few light pats.
Except her chest was so big that the deep valley between them was on full display, buttons straining to pop. I hesitated over whether I should tell her.
"Why do you keep staring?"
"...It suits you."
"What's gotten into you? Giving out compliments and everything."
I shut my mouth and gave a shrug of my shoulders.
Yang Dahee didn't pay it any mind either, stepping up in front of the mirror.
A dusting of pale powder over her slightly tired face changed her whole expression.
She looks so cool...
Left alone she was as cold as blank paper, but for me alone, she'd sometimes smile with those languid eyes.
Worried that men might fall for that side of her, I spoke up in my most concerned voice.
"Nuna, don't meet any weird guys, okay?"
"I'm too busy for dating."
"Still..."
"What's with you all of a sudden? Hehe."
Yang Dahee waved me off like there was no chance of that. Between our pointless little back-and-forth, she finished getting ready for work.
Balancing against the shoe rack at the entryway, she bent to slip on her heels, and I couldn't tear my eyes from my "nuna's" smooth, bare legs.
"I'm off. Lock up properly."
"...Have a good day."
Yang Dahee's blouse wasn't buttoned all the way up.
"Haaah... I'm wet again."
Outside the house, Yang Dahee lifted her head and sighed up at the sky.
Maybe I shouldn't have looked.
She remembered seeing "it" the night before.
.
.
.
A silent night, still air, and a hush that wrapped around everything. Taking advantage of her sleeping little brother, Yang Dahee had been idly surfing the internet.
By chance she stumbled on a pornographic video, and her eyes went wide enough to sting.
"Ohh..."
A beautiful boy, his fair skin and slender frame an exact mirror of someone she knew.
"Dajun...?"
Even the cute, upturned way he looked at women was similar, and her heart gave a heavy thump. Why was her brother in a video like this? She squinted and leaned closer to the monitor.
"...It's not him."
She let out a breath at her own alarm and shook her head.
Absolutely impossible.
Her sweet little brother was ignorant of all things sexual. She'd practically raised him in place of their parents—a pure boy who knew nothing of women. Unlike her, she believed, he didn't even have an appetite for such things.
He'd be better off with his head in the clouds, that one.
Clicking her tongue, she moved to close the window—but something like reluctance stayed her hand, and she sank into thought.
It's somebody else. Not my brother.
They merely looked alike, so there was no sin in watching the video. She was an adult; she could touch herself if she wanted. When she thought it through, that sounded perfectly reasonable, and she clapped her hands in agreement with herself.
Dami's coming tomorrow, and Dajun...
She glanced back toward the little room.
He won't wake up until morning.
Once he was asleep he wouldn't come out, and yet her little brother kept creeping into her thoughts anyway.
Crossing her legs, Yang Dahee forced herself to hunt for another excuse—and landed on work.
Right, that...
The woman who fancied herself her boss and kept toying with her floated up in her mind—the one who'd grabbed her ass walking past. Yang Dahee shuddered at the memory, goosebumps racing down her spine.
Nobody gets to put their hands on my body.
Thinking of her little brother, Yang Dahee wrapped her arms around herself, as if hiding her body from the rest of the world.
"Hnn..."
The sensation came gliding up from below, like a feather dragging across her skin, and she unwound her crossed legs, letting her thighs fall open.
Thump..
Thump...
Yang Dahee tucked in her earphones and leaned back in her chair.
The only one who could soothe this feeling was her little brother. Without hesitation, she restarted the video.
Not exactly the same... but he really does look like him.
She'd made her excuse—it was somebody else—and yet she overlaid her brother's face on the screen once more.
Through the earphones the voices sounded so vivid, as if someone were whispering right beside her, and before she knew it she'd sunk into the screen.
They're kissing... he's making the first move.
On screen, the couple embraced and pressed their lips together. She stared blankly—then, her mouth parting softly like a flower unfolding its petals, she slipped a finger inside.
"Mmm..."
She poked the tip of her finger with her tongue, and it felt as soft as a lower lip.
Aching that she hadn't even had her first kiss yet, she mimicked the screen, puckering and moving her mouth.
"Mmm... nnh, chup..."
Tongue met tongue, tapping lightly at first like hesitant footsteps, then gradually tangling together. Flesh that had stuck to flesh pulled apart with a wet, sticky sound.
"Shloop... chup... chwup..."
The finger slid in deeper, little by little. She imagined her little brother courting her, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Yang Dahee nodded and swallowed her finger to the root.
"Chwup, hnn, chup... haah..."
With a burst of breath she spat the finger out, and a string of sticky saliva stretched long as thread.
The sight of it sent a pull deep into her thighs, like pressure squeezing them tight, and her legs clenched together on their own.
"Dajun..."
Rubbing her thighs together, Yang Dahee breathed her brother's name and slid her hand downward.
At the voice brushing past her like a feather's tickle, she wound her arms around herself, mimicking the weight of holding her brother close, pressing down on her own flesh.
A dreamlike plea. Cool shivers broke across her skin and her whole body trembled. Eyes closed, Yang Dahee tipped her head back and murmured softly.
"Yes... leave it to your nuna..."
She parted her legs slightly and wedged her arm between them, cradling her mound.
"You can touch me now..."
Imagining her little brother kneeling before her, serving her, she began to move her fingers.
"Hnn..!"
A pricking, needle-sharp sensation struck the round, swollen bud of her clit. Her whole body jolted, and she clenched her stomach to keep herself from arching off the chair.
"Hah, hahh... hnn, hah..."
Hot breath spilled out in broken little bursts, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Unable to leave her trembling lips alone, Yang Dahee brought her fingers back up.
Shluup...
Sucking them in her mouth until they glistened wet, she brought the dampened fingers down to her clit.
"Nnn..."
At first it stung, like the scrape of a fingernail—then a tingling warmth spread from the base of her spine all the way up her neck, blooming like paint bleeding across paper.
At the numb, weak feeling in the backs of her knees, she looked down and found the little bud swollen round and full.
"Hahhh..."
As if a bell had been fitted to her clit, the bare, exposed bud rang and rang with every touch.
"Hah..!"
With a short cry, a hazy stream of nectar welled out from between the plump folds of her pussy. The numbness climbed from her knees up to her chest, and she grabbed one breast in her hand.
"Ahhng..!"