The 'Older Sister' Pounces (2)
The sound of fabric rustling against the sheets. Yang Dahee was trying to settle into position. I scrambled up in a panic.
“Noona!”
Yang Dahee froze.
“Oh… I guess you’re awake?”
Our eyes met. Her hand was clamped firmly around my penis. Fluid dripped down onto the glans.
‘It’s wet and hot.’
It was her arousal. Yang Dahee gave an awkward, forced smile.
“How long have you been awake?”
“From the very beginning.”
“Ah….”
Yang Dahee’s eyes widened, her hand still gripping me tight. Seeing that, I frowned and said, “Noona, I know you did this yesterday, too.”
“…Right, you knew everything.”
Yang Dahee began to tremble. Fluid was still leaking from between her legs.
‘She’s hesitating. I have to persuade her, even now.’
I was disappointed in my ‘sister,’ but I wanted to protect my family. I decided I had to stop her.
“Noona.”
“Yeah…?”
“Let go of my penis.”
“You even know words like that….”
I cursed inwardly. I was supposed to be acting like an innocent, naive boy who didn't know the ways of the world. ‘I guess I can’t just play dumb anymore.’
Yang Dahee muttered, “Where did you learn words like that…?”
A chilling aura washed over the room. Her Obsession Level had spiked.
‘Yang Dahee has lived her whole life only looking at her younger brother.’
Feeling the danger, I quickly changed the subject.
“That’s not the point! Noona, just let go, quickly.”
“And if I do?” Yang Dahee countered. “What are you going to do if I let go?”
She squeezed my penis tight. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “If I let go, are you going to run off and report me?”
“Ugh… what are you talking about?”
“I’m asking if you’re going to report me for attempted rape….”
I locked eyes with her. Her pupils were shaking precariously.
‘If you’re going to be this anxious, why did you do it in the first place?’
Yang Dahee, who had been on the verge of committing incest. A bitter taste filled my mouth. I shook my head and replied, “No.”
“You won’t report me?”
“Why would I? I just don’t want to ruin this family. Noona, it’s not too late yet. Okay? Move aside.”
At the end, I grabbed her hand and pleaded. I was speaking as a younger brother who loved her. Yang Dahee beamed at me.
“Haa… so we can just go back to being normal?”
Her fluids were still dripping onto my penis. Her smile had shifted from anxiety to relief in an instant. Yet, her hand didn't let go. She wasn't reflecting on her actions at all.
‘If you’re like this, there’s no way we can go back to normal.’
Now that I knew my sister harbored carnal desires for me, I would have to live on guard. For me, not reporting her was simply the best option.
Exhaling in disbelief, I said, “Do you really think that’s possible?”
“You don’t think we can go back to normal?”
“Obviously. You tried to pounce on me. I won’t tell anyone, so just move.”
Even I was surprised by how cold my voice sounded. Yang Dahee hung her head low.
“Ah….”
Then she looked up at me. Lowering her hips, she said, “Then I’ll just take it….”
It was insane. But my body reacted anyway. I looked down at my penis, which twitched at the sensation. It was an erection right on the verge of incest.
‘Damn it.’
I met Yang Dahee’s eyes and shook my head. “Noona, don’t misunderstand.”
“Misunderstand?”
My penis throbbed. Pre-cum leaked out. It wanted to be taken by a woman. ‘Get a grip. The person in front of you is your sister.’
I tried to take a deep breath, but it was useless. Twitch, twitch.
Yang Dahee laughed. “Heh, that’s a relief.”
She stroked my penis and asked, “Dajun, you like me, don’t you?”
“…”
When I hesitated to answer, Yang Dahee leaned in close. She whispered into my ear in a cold voice: “…Do you hate me?”
I turned my head to face her. My sister, pinning my body down, pressed her forehead against mine. I was stunned by the sight of her increased obsession.
“Well? Do you hate me?”
“I’m starting to. This is a crime. How am I supposed to like this?”
I tried to push her away. My hands sank into her large breasts. They were so soft I could have buried myself in them.
‘It would have been fine if you weren’t my sister.’
Yang Dahee asked, “Do you really hate me?”
“Yeah. I’m starting to hate you more and more, so let go.”
I tried to pull my hands away, but she grabbed them. “I said let go.”
She gripped my wrists and leaned in, her long hair cascading down. Yang Dahee asked me, “Then why did you do that to me?”
“Do what?”
“Weren’t you trying to seduce me?”
“Why would I seduce you, Noona?”
I glared at her as if she were being ridiculous. Her eyes were glazed over, her chest heaving. Yang Dahee slowly opened her mouth.
“You kneaded my breasts, hugged me… you were clinging to me….”
“Haa, Noona.” I sighed, looking at her. “I only did that because you’re my sister.”
“You knead your sister’s breasts because she’s your sister?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Dajun, siblings don’t usually touch each other’s breasts.”
I had no response. Touching any part of someone’s body was something only lovers did. I played the innocent card.
“I was just trying to help. You were working hard, so I was giving you a massage.”
My voice trembled even as I said it. Yang Dahee suddenly hugged me tight.
“Our Dajun, you were such a naughty boy. Noona didn’t know.”
“I’m not.”
“You did all that without knowing a thing.”
“I’m telling you, I didn’t….”
Yang Dahee grabbed my penis. “Then what about this erection?”
“That’s only because you’re holding it….”
“Because I forced you?”
I nodded. “Yeah….”
“Heh.”
Yang Dahee embraced me, then whispered in my ear: “Yang Dajun, a man can’t get an erection by force. Especially if it’s his first time….”
I shook my head. But the more I did, the more my penis moved. The erection wouldn't fade. ‘Damn it….’
The desire to be devoured by a beautiful woman was holding my ankles in this crisis of a broken home. Yang Dahee kissed my cheek.
“You don’t know any other women besides me, right?”
She tickled my cheek affectionately. But I couldn’t answer.
“…Dajun?”
A chill ran down my spine. An erection is hard to maintain if it’s your ‘first time.’ Yang Dahee was starting to suspect me.
“Who is it? Who is she?” Her words became rapid, like she was hunting prey.
“Noona?”
“I asked who it is. Well?”
She pressured me for an answer with a chilling voice. I could only move my lips.
‘She suspects I might not be a virgin.’
The brother she had raised her whole life. She didn’t want to give him to another woman. With her obsession soaring, I hurriedly blurted out:
“Noona, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Who did you do it with?”
“Do what?”
“Who is it? Ah… Yurim?”
Yang Dahee stared at me. “Did you do it with Yurim?”
I just blinked.
“I’m asking if you had sex with Yurim.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Haa… I guess you did.”
Yang Dahee leaned in closer. I shook my head to avoid her gaze.
“I told you, I didn’t.”
“Right….”
Yang Dahee hung her head. Her movements stopped.
‘Does she believe me? Please, just give up. We’re siblings.’
Seeing her momentum break, I decided to try persuading her again.
“Noona.”
“Yeah….”
“Let’s stop now. A sister who pounces on her brother while he’s sleeping… are you a beast or something…?”
Yang Dahee flinched.
“Noona?”
***
Damn it.
My head was spinning. Yang Dahee’s response left me stunned.
“A beast…? Does a sister become a beast just because she pounced on her brother a little? I’ve been holding back so much all this time.”
Yang Dahee buried her face into me. From my neck to my chest, from my lower abdomen to between my legs. She inhaled deeply.
“Haa… I love your scent so much, Dajun….”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Inwardly, I suspected a fetish. My sister, burying her face in me and beaming.
The answer I got back was unexpected.
“I hate that you smell like other women… and I hate the idea of you becoming another woman’s man and drifting away from me.”
Yang Dahee poked at me with the tip of her nose, acting petulant. “Dajun, you’re the only family I have left….”
She shifted her hips, trying to align her entrance with my penis. I grew desperate.
“So what does that have to do with other women and you?”
“Calling your sister ‘you’….”
My glans made contact with her vagina. She squeezed the base of my glans tightly.
“Hnn….”
Something hot surged from the root. A moan burst out.
“Ugh….”
Yang Dahee looked up at me. “Dajun?”
Then, she lifted her hips. With a ‘shluck’ sound, my glans slipped out. Wet fluid was streaming down.
Yang Dahee stroked my penis and said, “You’re ejaculating pre-cum….”
When a man reaches a true orgasm, he ejaculates. I was being pounced on by my sister, leaking pre-cum.
‘But we’re family. I shouldn’t be doing this… why is my strength failing me?’
I looked at Yang Dahee with languid eyes. She stroked me.
“Dajun, you really need to go to school more. You don’t know anything at all.”
“Noona…?”
“When a man ejaculates pre-cum, his strength gives out.”
She meant I couldn’t resist. ‘Damn it, that can’t happen.’
I pulled out my last resort. My voice was weak.
“This is rape….”
“You keep calling your sister ‘you’.”
“Is this the time to be picky about that? Take it out right now. Even if it’s you, I’ll have no choice but to report you.”
Yang Dahee stopped. ‘Did that work?’
It didn’t.
“Report…?”
Yang Dahee opened her mouth, then said with a vacant look, “If you report me….”
Her Obsession Level skyrocketed.
“I’ll just kill myself….”
An alarm bell rang in my head. I hurriedly tried to stop her.
“Damn it, I’m the one being violated, why are you the one killing yourself? Huh? You’re joking, right?”
“Because I’m going to love you for the rest of my life….”
Yang Dahee said, “If I can’t be acknowledged… then I have to die….”
She was serious.