Just Violate Me Instead of Mom
"Nnngh!!"
A fresh morning arrived. I woke, stretched hard, and worked the stiffness from my body. Even after four fierce rounds with Mom last night, I felt no fatigue—only a clean, bright energy. My stamina had grown so strong that four times barely scratched the itch; it felt more like a light workout than a marathon of sex.
"Haa~ If Mom's right, Dohee's coming today..."
I'd been caught with Mom, and the thought of facing Dohee still twisted uneasily in my gut—yet Mom herself looked perfectly at ease. It wasn't merely that we'd been discovered. Dohee had completely misunderstood and now saw me as the rapist who'd forced himself on her mother. The injustice of it rankled. Explaining myself had gotten nowhere, so in the end I'd gone to Mom for advice. Her answer had been simple: lean into it. Act like I really had raped her, and use that to steer Dohee's next moves.
And Mom, of her own daughter, is saying...
Mom claimed she'd expected Dohee to walk in on us eventually. Without the slightest hesitation she told me to turn Dohee into a slave just like her. When I first heard it I couldn't tell which of us had lost our minds. Mom insisted it was for Dohee's own happiness. I couldn't think of any better option, so I finally went along with her.
Yeah... I'm trash too.
Even if Mom started it, I was the one who'd made her my slave. Now I was about to do the same to Dohee—my little sister, Mom's own daughter. The way Dohee glared at me made me wonder whether Mom's plan could even work. But there was no other path, and the lower half of me was already licking its chops; instinct was running ahead of reason.
"Ah well... it'll be fine."
Thinking any harder only tangled my head, so I decided to stop and just let things happen. Whatever came, I would take responsibility. With that resolve I left my room.
Breakfast passed exactly like any other morning. I stole a glance at Dohee, but she refused even a flicker of eye contact, so I couldn't read her at all and simply left her alone. Mom, as if to say don't worry, gave me a smiling look with her eyes. Then she and Seohee headed out first.
"Hey."
"...What?"
Dohee had gone back to her room claiming she'd forgotten something. The moment Mom and Seohee were gone, she called me.
"If I take Mom's place... you'll let her go, right?"
"Of course."
Her voice trembled as she steeled herself, seeking one last confirmation.
"...What about the photos?"
"If you do well, I'll decide whether to delete them."
"That's—! ...Fine."
She almost snapped at the idea that deleting Mom's photos would be entirely up to my judgment, but she seemed to realize arguing would get her nowhere. She simply accepted it.
"Th-then... what are you going to do to me...?"
What remained was for Dohee to become my slave in Mom's place. Honestly, I wasn't sure how to handle her yet. Mom had thrown herself at me from the start; Dohee knew nothing. Treating her the same way could leave real scars.
Right. Take it slow.
"All right. Come here."
"...Okay."
She followed me into my room. She was wearing a black jersey top over shorts, so I told her first to take the jersey off.
It was only a jersey—nothing more—but the order to undress made her shoot me a sharp look. Then her face flushed and she pulled it over her head.
Mmm. Dohee too, huh...
Once the loose jersey was gone, the two heavy fruits hidden beneath it stood out in full. She still wore a black tank top; unlike the jersey it clung tight to her body, showing every line of her healthy copper skin and athletic figure.
"D-don't stare like that."
I'd seen her in a tank top around the house plenty of times; the outfit itself wasn't special. But we weren't standing here as brother and sister anymore—we were a man and a woman—so every small gesture felt charged. Dohee especially, even though this was nearly forced on her, had already made up her mind; there was no hesitation left in her movements.
"Hurry up!"
When I stayed too long admiring her body, embarrassment finally made her snap at me. That jolted me back to myself.
"R-right. It'd be unfair if only you undressed. I'll strip too, okay?"
Excitement was already rising because of her. I yanked my own clothes off as if trying to cool the heat in my blood. Dohee flushed deeper and started to say something, but it was too late—I stood in front of her in nothing but my briefs, erection unhidden, looking her straight in the eye.
Gulp.
She tensed, yet her gaze locked onto the cock pushing hard against the fabric of my underwear.
What's with that look, Dohee?
She was supposed to be forcing herself into this to protect Mom, yet she was staring at my dick with unmistakable interest. The way she swallowed while watching it overlapped almost perfectly with the way Mom used to look at me before a handjob.
"Your turn, Dohee."
"Huh? Ah! O-okay."
Completely lost in my cock, she snapped back at my words, pulled on a hostile face again, and shoved her shorts down.
"Ooooh."
"Don't look..."
Underneath she wore black panties—pretty ones, befitting the daughter of an underwear-company president. When I'd been in her room before, the drawers had been full of sports bras; apparently she wore things like this when she wasn't training. The cut was a little skimpier than ordinary panties, giving them a faintly sexy edge. My open admiration made her squirm with shame, though her voice came out smaller this time.
The sight of Dohee in nothing but a tank top and panties stoked my desire higher; my cock twitched and strained. She flinched at the movement, yet she kept obeying me without protest.
No way... is Dohee like this too?
For someone doing this against her will, her reactions were surprisingly obedient. At first she'd worn a rebellious face, but now she was simply a shy girl. Seeing the usually rough-and-tomboyish Dohee blush like that only made her cuter.
"The top too."
Swish.
At my order she squeezed her trembling eyes shut, grabbed the tank top, and yanked it off in one go. Stripping boldly was fine, but shame still won out; she tried to cover her bra and panties with her arms. That only fanned a man's lust harder.
"Dohee, you're incredibly pretty."
"Th-that kind of talk won't work on me!"
I meant every word, but she shouted as if she refused to believe it. The bra itself was a sexy design—black, with a deep plunge that showed off her cleavage, and quite a bit of exposure. On top of that, Dohee's body was springy and firm in a way completely different from Mom's; it stirred a man differently. A straight line of abs, a feminine frame that wasn't overly thin yet carried just the right muscle, G-cup breasts, and an ass as taut and full as Mom's—everything about her made me want to leap on her right then.
Sliip.
Twitch.
When I reached for her she flinched, yet she didn't pull away; she accepted my hand. I cupped one cheek with my palm and closed the distance until our bodies nearly touched. Unable to meet my eyes, Dohee stood with scarlet cheeks and wavering pupils.
"Look at me."
The slightly commanding tone made her hesitate; she closed her eyes once, then lifted them to mine. The Dohee who usually acted so rough and boyish had become pure woman—obedient, yielding to a man's hands—and I liked her more with every second.
"Open your mouth."
She understood at once. Slowly, shakily, her lips parted. I sealed my mouth over hers without hesitation and pushed my tongue inside.
"Mmph♡"
Her eyes flew wide when my tongue entered, but the moment our tongues met and I began to ravage hers, she melted. Her lids drifted shut; she moved her own tongue in answer, sinking into a deep, wet kiss. The awkwardness of her inexperience only made it more charming.
After a full minute I broke the kiss. A thin strand of saliva stretched between us. Dohee's breathing had grown rough; her eyes looked even more heat-hazed than before as they fixed on me.
"Feel good?"
"I-I don't know."
She tried to dodge the answer out of embarrassment, but her body was honest. While she stared at me I slid my hand onto her thigh and glided it upward until it reached her panties.
"Hnnnnh♡ N-no..."
The crotch of her panties was already soaked, of course. Not as drenched as Mom's usually got, yet still undeniable proof of her arousal.
"Dohee is Mom's daughter too," Mom had said when she told me to take her. At the time I hadn't understood. Now it was crystal clear.
No matter how hard she tried to hide it or claim she hated this, Dohee was the daughter of a lewd bitch like Mom. Not every trait passed down, but one thing was certain: Dohee had inherited her mother's filthy side.
"Hnnngh♡ D-don't touch me...♡"
Her mouth refused me, yet she made no move to stop my hand. If she truly wanted to, she could have shoved it away herself—but the pleasure my fingers gave her seemed to leave her powerless. Her hands only trembled.
That sight finally stoked the urge to dominate that lived inside me. I prepared myself to violate Dohee properly, just as I had intended from the start.