The 'Older Sister' Educates Her Younger Brother (1)
While I was drifting off to sleep, I muttered something without thinking.
"Noona..."
"What is it, again?"
"Since we're like this..."
As I dragged out my words, Yang Dahee perked up her ears. I continued to speak, just as the thought crossed my mind.
"Since we're like this... it feels like philotalk."
The 'older sister' who had been smiling softly suddenly stiffened and sat up.
"Uh... what?"
"Why, why?"
"What did you just say?"
Reflected in the moonlight filtering through the window, Yang Dahee glared at me with eyes that seemed to be burning red. Her long hair, let down for sleep, felt particularly eerie tonight.
"Huh? I asked you what you just said."
"Why are you acting like this all of a sudden..."
As I flinched and tried to crawl backward, Yang Dahee gnashed her teeth and leaned her face in close. My blood ran cold, and I gulped hard.
'She has the look of someone about to devour me.'
If it had been any other woman, I might have provoked her further, but since it was 'Noona,' I knew I had to de-escalate the situation.
I pretended to be terrified and trembling to brush off my slip of the tongue.
"Ugh."
Yang Dahee’s eyes twitched, but as she looked at me, she spoke in a much calmer, coaxing tone.
"Where did you learn a word like that? Hmm?"
"I, I saw it on the internet..."
I stammered and avoided her gaze, but the feeling of her staring straight at me sent a chill down my spine, and eventually, I looked back at her.
"Dajun-ah."
However, contrary to my worries, Yang Dahee’s expression had softened significantly. As if she understood the situation, she curved her eyes into crescents and spoke clearly.
"Don't use it. Words like that."
"...Okay."
Even though she was clearly smiling, the chilling sensation remained, so I just nodded mindlessly.
I lay there, keeping my eyes down and pretending to be dejected, but it wasn't long before someone poked my waist from the side.
"Dajun-ah."
"What..."
"I'm not angry, you know. You know how Noona feels, right?"
"I don't know..."
She suddenly changed her attitude, speaking in a soft, affectionate voice. It annoyed me, so I turned my head away again.
'I'm not a child, so why do I feel so hurt?'
The fear had vanished because Yang Dahee was speaking in such a soothing tone, but I couldn't help but pout.
For some reason, I wanted her to be nice to me, and I felt like acting spoiled.
I wanted to bury my face in her large breasts and rub it back and forth. Since I couldn't be 'Noona's' man, I wanted to be comforted as her younger brother.
"Haa..."
The feelings of 'Yang Dajun' who had loved his 'Noona' were reviving, filling my heart once again.
In the end, before I knew it, I had rolled over to Yang Dahee’s side and was fidgeting with my hands and feet.
"Ugh, Noona."
"Hehehe."
Yang Dahee seemed pleased by this, stroking my hair and looking happy.
'Noona, I like you.'
Just having her smile at me made my heart melt like this; why did I feel scared earlier? I don't really know. Anyway, I like Noona.
I wanted to play a prank again.
'You were flustered at first when I said philotalk, weren't you?'
I grinned and said in a playful voice.
"Noona."
"What now?"
"I'm asking because I really don't know, but what is philotalk?"
"Uh...?"
Yang Dahee’s eyes widened for a moment, then she stammered and turned her head away abruptly.
"Yo, you don't need to know..."
Philotalk?
The unexpected word struck my eardrums.
[Since we're like this, it feels like philotalk.]
With a furrowed brow, I braced myself against the floor and sat up toward my brother.
"Why, why are you doing that..."
"What did you just say?"
There was no way Yang Dajun could know such a term, and my body trembled at the fact that he had brought up the word 'philotalk.'
'Who is it? Who taught him such a thing?'
I wasn't angry at Yang Dajun; I was angry at the outsider who had corrupted my innocent younger brother.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my skin for a long time.
Only then did Yang Dahee realize that her precious brother was trembling like a frightened rabbit.
'Ah...'
My precious brother is afraid. Seeing that, my anger subsided a little, but as an adult, I couldn't stop, as I had a duty to protect my brother.
'I'm furious, but I must endure it.'
My eyes twitched, but I spoke slowly in a voice softer than before.
"Where did you learn a word like that? Hmm?"
"I, I saw it on the internet..."
My brother answered in a dejected voice, but Yang Dahee liked that.
'Our Dajun, you're such a good boy.'
He’s a brother who knows how to answer honestly when Noona scolds him. From now on, he just needs to listen to Noona and be careful with his conduct. I’ll stay by his side to make sure other women don't cling to him.
Yang Dahee decided to coax him gently, wanting to protect her brother.
'Not too strictly...'
To ensure he wouldn't be scared, she curved her eyes into crescents, yet spoke with clear pronunciation so he would remain alert.
"Don't use it. Words like that."
"...Okay."
He pouted his lips and nodded, and the sight of him looking down made my heart race.
'Hehehe, he's still just a child.'
Every single action of his stimulates a woman's protective instinct. I wanted to hug him tightly, but I tensed my shoulders and held back. That was because if I hugged my brother, I might cross the line like I did earlier.
'No, I can't ravish him. He's awake right now.'
Yang Dahee took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. My brother was lying with his back to me, so I decided to soothe him so he wouldn't feel a sense of distance just because I scolded him a little.
'Because I am his Noona.'
Yang Dahee poked her brother’s waist to comfort him.
"Dajun-ah."
"What..."
"I'm not angry, you know. You know how Noona feels, right?"
"I don't know..."
He turned his head away with a stammering voice.
'Seriously, he's so cute.'
Even if he acts like that, in the end, he'll eventually cling to me saying, "Noona, I like you," as if nothing ever happened. Yang Dahee thought her brother was just pouting and shook his shoulder.
"Ugh."
In the end, it was Yang Dajun who couldn't hold out and turned back around.
"Haa..."
He tried to pout as if he were angry, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching. It seemed his sulking had already passed, as Yang Dajun spoke first.
"Noona."
"What now?"
"But what does philotalk mean?"
He asked while blinking his eyes, and I couldn't bring myself to be angry.
'Wha, what should I explain?'
It was as embarrassing as a child asking their parents where babies come from, so I glossed over the answer.
"Yo, you don't need to know..."
Yang Dahee turned her head away abruptly.
'Ugh...'
I couldn't bring myself to say that he would find out later.
'How could I?'
He would eventually date a woman outside and find out naturally, but... Yang Dahee didn't want to accept a future where her brother would be held by another woman and engage in pillow talk.
'I hate it...'
However, no matter how much I deny reality, a sister and brother cannot be together. As long as they share even half their blood, they are a relationship that can never become one.
'Is it really impossible...?'
Just imagining it makes my heart ache with a sense of immorality, and if we actually mixed our bodies, I might lose my reason in the ecstasy.
Both of us closed our eyes, saying we should sleep, but Yang Dahee had to toss and turn because of the tingling sensation between her legs.
(Noona)
"Dajun-ah, are you asleep?"
I called out quietly, but there was no answer.
"Haa..."
I slipped out of the covers, careful not to wake my siblings, and moved slowly. Then, I grabbed the cigarettes that were lying around and went outside.
In the dead of night, there was no one in front of the house, only the wind blowing through.
"Ugh, it's cold."
I rubbed my arms together, teeth chattering, and lit a cigarette.
"Haa, haa..."
I stared into the void with a long sigh.
'...Dajun-ah.'
I was on the verge of spending the night wide awake thinking about my brother. The question he asked me kept circling in my head, stabbing at my heart.
'Why am I...'
Why am I my brother's Noona? If we didn't share a single drop of blood, I could hold him. Then we could have laid belly-to-belly, laughing and lying down, talking quietly to each other.
'No, wait. Since we only share half our blood, isn't it okay to hold him?'
What am I saying? A dry laugh burst out.
"Sigh, I'm insane..."
I hung my head, let out a sigh, and returned to the house.
Moonlight seeped through the window into the house, and Dajun and Dami were still fast asleep.
"Ummm..."
Seeing my brother tossing and turning, I pulled the blanket up to his chin.
'Dajun's body is warm.'
My hands, which had turned cold as ice, slowly melted in the warm breath exhaled by my brother. That body heat reached even my heart, which had returned after nothing but sighs.
I liked that, so I lay down close to my brother. The scent I never tire of wafted over, permeating my nose.
"I like you..."
I muttered in a low voice, and my whole body began to heat up in response to my brother's scent. It seemed the aftermath from earlier was still lingering.
'Dajun, I almost touched you while you were asleep.'
Under the pretense of cleaning him up, I bit and sucked on his neck. Going further, I tried to take my brother's—with whom I share blood—member into my mouth.
'Even now...'
Even though quite some time had passed, the tingling sensation rising from below wouldn't leave my body alone. Even though the person in question didn't know how Noona felt and was fast asleep.
I brushed my brother's bangs aside and watched his deeply closed eyelids.
"Ummm..."
'Ah...'
He was chewing on his lips, perhaps talking in his sleep. Soon, my gaze dropped there, and without realizing it, I parted my lips and moistened them with saliva.
"Gulp..."
My brother's lips were right in front of me. I raised my body slightly and approached him cautiously.