The Sisters Reveal Their Breasts
On the way home.
Yang Dahee led the way. We followed in a line, much like chicks trailing after a mother hen, each of us carrying a share of the groceries.
'Mine is the smallest one.'
I was being treated like the youngest sibling.
Yang Dami, who had been walking with her back to me, suddenly turned around.
"Hmph."
She had been glancing back at me like that since earlier. It started back at the supermarket. I had stood on my tiptoes to pat her head and told her, "I like you, too."
Then I had laughed. "Heh heh."
"What are you cackling at? You only said that because I'm your little sister!"
She bared her fangs and flared up at me.
'Is she mad because I touched her hair?'
Her glare was sharp. If I had even tried to kiss her cheek, she probably would have punched me. 'I have to be careful with what I say when I tell her I like her.'
For some reason, my "little sister" seemed to hate me. Even after that, she kept shooting me sidelong glances.
On the way home, as I walked along with the rustling bags in my hands, Yang Dami turned back again.
"Is it heavy?"
"No."
"Then why are your arms like that?"
They were trembling.
"Good grief, you're so weak. Do you think just because you're a man, you can be all flimsy like that?"
"I'm not doing it on purpose."
I struggled, clutching the bags with both hands. 'Dami doesn't look like she's having a hard time at all. I wonder if she'll offer to carry mine for me.'
That wasn't the case. She raised her arm and suddenly swung her bag at me. Every time it hit my body, it made a loud rustling noise, and Yang Dami poked me as she said,
"Carry it properly, okay? Just think of it as exercise."
"Ow, stop hitting me."
I backed away, but Yang Dami just swung her arm even wider.
"Hmph, then just hurry up."
Even Yang Dahee looked back.
"Kids?"
"Ugh, Noona."
I said that while dodging her swings. I desperately asked for help, but Yang Dahee just raised her eyebrows and laughed.
"Heh heh."
Then she just kept walking forward. Unlike usual, my "Noona" wasn't helping her younger brother...
Yang Dahee, who was a few steps ahead, glanced back and said,
"Dami, stop that and hurry up. You too, Dajun."
She looked back and forth between me and the things in my hands, but that was it. Yang Dahee swished her ponytail and quickened her pace.
The women of my house were slowly getting further away.
'Ugh, this body makes it tough. And Yang Dahee has been trying to wear me out since earlier.'
Yang Dahee walked with her back swaying, and Yang Dami, who only looked back occasionally, kept clicking her tongue. I followed behind the two women, clutching the groceries in my hands.
After returning home.
I tried to prepare a meal, but I kept fumbling as I reached for the ingredients spread out before me. It was a situation where my mind knew what to do, but my body wouldn't follow.
Yang Dahee tilted her head from the side.
"Need help?"
"No. Noona, don't you dare touch anything."
I waved my hands and pushed her away. I pointed to the other side and told Yang Dahee,
"Noona, just sit down. I'll make you something good."
"Hmm, really? Well, alright then."
She nodded with a suppressed laugh and turned away. Yang Dahee sat down in front of the table we had set up earlier. As she sat cross-legged, I could see her underwear.
'Haa, it's plain again today. I wonder if Dahee ever wears anything fancy.'
I drifted into a secret appreciation while I cooked. The sweet, savory smell and the smoke—it was sizzling away.
Behind me, Yang Dahee hummed.
"Heh heh, smells delicious, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, Noona. Just wait a little longer."
It was almost done. I told Yang Dahee and glanced to the side. Yang Dami was leaning against the wall, glued to her phone.
"Hmph."
She didn't even turn her head, just twitched her nose. Then, a growl. Even at the sound coming from somewhere, Yang Dami only stared at her phone.
'She's cute when she's like that.'
A "Noona" who only smiles at me, and a "little sister" who, for some reason, is particularly temperamental toward me. I called them both over.
"Noona, Dami."
"Is it all done?"
"Yeah."
"Good grief, it took forever."
Yang Dami grumbled and dragged her butt across the floor. "Hmph, I wasn't even going to eat."
Yang Dami pouted her lips and wiggled her hips. She arrived even faster than I did. I brought the table over while wearing oven mitts.
'Heh heh, I feel like a housewife.'
A husband-to-be who is good at housework. Furthermore, one who wants to be devoured. If they weren't my Noona and little sister, I would have asked them right away. Something like, "What do you want to eat first? Dinner, or me?"
'I'll have to jerk off later while looking at the photos I got.'
I sat down, thinking of Lee Yurim and Lee Yeryeong. The savory scent stimulated my nose. My mouth watered. The three of us sat around the soybean paste stew and beef bulgogi.
"Heh heh."
Yang Dahee looked visibly bright and happy. My heart melted into a puddle.
"Haa, Noona."
Yang Dahee patted my head. Offering delicious food and receiving plenty of love. By my standards, she was like a new bride acting cute for her husband.
'It feels good, even if she is my Noona.'
Should I ask her to sleep with me again today? I want to lie by her side and share our warmth. I looked at her side with a subtle expectation.
"Dajun, you did a great job."
"Yeah, Noona. I'm not sure if it'll taste good, though."
"What does the taste matter? Heh heh."
"I'm not like that."
Yang Dami cut in. "Just try making it taste bad. I'll run straight to the convenience store."
She glared at me as if she were ready to pounce at any moment. At the same time, she twitched her nose once.
"Hmph...?"
Our eyes met. I pretended not to notice. Yang Dami whipped her head away on her own.
'She's cute.'
I sat there waiting without a word. A "Noona" who had acted as the head of the household in place of our parents... Only after Yang Dahee took a spoonful of rice did the two of us start eating.
"Oh."
It's tastier than I thought? I looked at Yang Dahee.
"Heh heh."
She swayed her body left and right like a roly-poly toy. Yang Dahee's lips were curled wide.
'Is she that happy?'
The beauty had a grain of rice stuck to the corner of her mouth. I reached out toward Yang Dahee and said,
"Noona."
"Uh-huh. Huh-huh-huh?"
I had stolen it and eaten it. Yang Dahee laughed, but she looked puzzled.
"Heh, heh heh...?"
Her cold expression was nowhere to be found, and her cheeks were flushed red.
'Noona must be embarrassed.'
It was just a trivial prank from her younger brother. Meanwhile, Yang Dami buried her head and focused only on her own rice bowl. Watching her, her mouth moved so fast.
"Nom nom. Nom nom."
The way she chewed made her look like a hamster. Seeing the two beauties eating what I had prepared made my cheeks lift, too.
'Is this the joy of domestic support?'
I looked back and forth between the two women. Yang Dami was in the middle of picking up a side dish as she swallowed.
"Ah."
She ended up making eye contact with me. It was the beef bulgogi.
"..."
A brief silence. She blinked and brought it to her rice bowl. Yang Dami poked at it and said,
"G-good grief... I should have just put it back earlier. Why did you buy something like this? Hmph."
Even as she said that, she kept stuffing it into her mouth. Yang Dami, who only picked out the beef bulgogi, and Yang Dahee, who hummed to herself regardless—the three of us finished our dinner like that.
After finishing the meal.
Yang Dahee sat in front of the computer and did some overtime work. Every time she stretched, I had to look away.
'Haa, I can see her breasts.'
They were so big I could see them even from behind. Without realizing it, I found myself approaching my "Noona." Yang Dami was leaning against the wall, glued to her phone.
"Ah."
Then, she suddenly stood up. Seeing her start to get dressed, Yang Dahee asked,
"Are you going out now?"
"Yeah, I'm going to hang out with a friend."
The sun had already set, but she spoke as if it were natural. Yang Dahee asked with a big yawn,
"When are you coming back?"
"I'm staying over, so don't wait up."
She answered without even looking at her sister. Her voice was sharp. Yang Dahee just looked back at the monitor as if she expected as much.
'Her shoulders are slumped.'
My "Noona's" massive breasts... they were nice to look at, but they must be heavy for her. A younger brother who just sits there blankly after being cooked for, and a younger sister who is about to go out and play as usual. I decided to do what I could.
"Noona."
I approached behind Yang Dahee. I gently placed my hands on her shoulders and said,
"Your posture is really bad. Are you in pain?"
"Hnnng, I'm fine..."
"They're incredibly stiff."
From her neck to her shoulders. I rubbed them down with my younger brother's heart. Yang Dahee shuddered, and her posture leaned forward.
"Sit up straight."
I reached out my arms to pull her back, but something made contact. It was her large breasts.
'Noona, you're so soft...'
I spread my palms and grabbed her breasts. They were a size that couldn't even be held with one hand. I heard a clattering sound from the direction of the entryway.
'Once Dami leaves, I should really give them a good massage.'
From her armpits to her groin, I'll have to do it just like Lee Yurim does. Since here, a man can touch a woman. Since we're Noona and younger brother, there's no chance of being misunderstood.
'Dahee doesn't seem to hate it, either.'
She sat there quietly without shaking off my hands. Instead, she retied her hair, exposing her nape to me.
"Haa..."
Yang Dahee let out a long sigh. I tried to slowly embrace Yang Dahee. But then.
"Ah."
Yang Dami stopped in her tracks. She turned her back right in front of the entryway. Seeing that, Yang Dahee and I made eye contact.
'What is it?'
Yang Dahee tilted her head and asked,
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm not going out to play today."
"Why?"
"The plans were canceled."
Yang Dami held up her phone and showed it to us. Because she was waving her arm, the screen wasn't clearly visible. The alarm hadn't even gone off, so when on earth could it have been canceled?
'She's so fickle.'
There's no way to know a little sister's heart. She had come back home the moment I tried to embrace Yang Dahee's body. I shrugged my shoulders.
"W-what!"
I hadn't even said anything, but Yang Dami was throwing a tantrum all on her own. Then she walked toward me.
An "older sister" with her breasts exposed, and an "older brother" hugging her from behind... Yang Dami glared at the two of us, then—
"Ugh, why is it so hot in here!?"
She ripped off her top right in front of me.