Dohee Learns What Real Pleasure Is
"Th-that was close…"
Once she had come back to her senses, showered, and returned to her room, Dohee's legs gave out the moment she shut the door. She sank to the floor right where she stood. The memory of what had just happened rushed back, and her face burned hot all over again as a sharp, aching throb pulsed between her legs.
"Ugh! How the hell is he that good at it?!"
She had made up her mind to sacrifice her own body to protect her mother, and right up until the moment it started she had been seething with resentment and hostility toward her brother. But under the merciless way he ravaged her pussy with his hands, she had nearly lost her mind entirely—she had come within a hair's breadth of drowning in pure pleasure.
"Is it because he's been doing it with Mom? That was seriously dangerous."
Dohee—who had almost become nothing more than a bitch lost to pleasure—felt a flicker of scornful relief that, for whatever reason, he hadn't gone all the way. She had no idea just how hopelessly weak her own pussy was; she simply assumed his skill was on another level entirely.
"I-I can't go on like this. Starting today, I need to practice…"
If he took her right now, just as she was, she had no confidence she could hold on to herself. So she convinced herself this was training to resist him, went straight to her bed, and pulled out the panties she had been saving—the ones still thickly stained with her brother's cum—and began to masturbate.
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Ahhnn… n-no, it's way more than this…"
Under the pretext of "training," Dohee stroked herself to calm her overheated body, summoning the sensation from earlier. The moment she recalled her brother's fingers—the ones that had wrung overwhelming pleasure out of her with nothing but a touch, pleasure she had never felt before—her pussy soaked through at once, slick juices spilling freely down her thighs.
"Hnn… m-more…"
No matter how she worked her pussy with her own fingers, she couldn't recreate that feeling. In the end she pinched her clit with her other hand, driving herself harder. One hand lightly thrusting at her entrance while the other toyed with her clit—an obscenely vulgar, thoroughly feminine kind of masturbation—and still she told herself she was only doing this to protect herself from her brother.
"Oh… ohhh… ohh… y-yeah, this feeling…"
The pleasure her brother's fingers had given her in mere seconds took her a full ten minutes on her own. But once she finally began to feel it again, Dohee's eyes went unfocused, her hips bucked, and she kept stroking through the white-out blankness flooding her mind.
"H-hnnnnnnn…"
Burying her face in the pillow to smother the sound, she came with everything she had, desperate not to let her brother outside hear the moans she couldn't hold back.
Pssshhhhhh!!
She climaxed so hard it was like she was pissing all over her own bed, and pleasure swallowed her so completely she couldn't think straight.
"I-I didn't pass out…"
She had felt the same pleasure as before, yet she hadn't fainted—and she was proud of herself for it. The thought that she might be able to endure the same treatment without losing herself filled her with a foolish sense of accomplishment.
"J-just in case… one more time…"
Making yet another excuse to herself, Dohee masturbated again, thrashing through that overwhelming pleasure until she was satisfied. By the end her bed was a disaster; blushing furiously, she snuck the sheets into the washing machine without her brother noticing, showered once more, and retreated to her room.
"Hnn~ Is that so?"
That night, our promise with Dohee be damned, I trained Mom all over again. Lying in bed together afterward, I told her everything that had happened today.
Technically I wasn't supposed to touch Mom at all, not after the deal I'd made with Dohee—but Mom had thrown herself at me first, murmuring, Well then, let's just say Mom jumped you~, so I told myself I hadn't broken the promise. With that little bit of mental gymnastics firmly in place, I'd enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying round of sex.
"If you ask Mom, you could have just gone ahead and it wouldn't have been a problem… but well~ if my son thinks that way, then that's how it is~"
Mom said that if I had simply taken Dohee then and there, I could have corrupted her that much faster—but she didn't seem particularly concerned either way. In her mind, whether it happened sooner or later, Dohee ending up corrupted and enslaved was already a foregone conclusion. She told me to do as I pleased.
"Mom, you're okay with becoming a slave alongside Dohee?"
Honestly, turning Mom into my sow was already abnormal enough that I'd felt real guilt at the start. I was fine with it now—but making a slave of Dohee, my little sister, still sat heavy on me psychologically.
"Fufu~ Mom just wants everyone to be happy…"
As if telling me not to worry, she pulled my face into her chest and spoke with the gentle patience of a mother teaching her child.
"Mom told you before, didn't she? Mom knows Dohee better than even you do… This path is the one that will actually make Dohee happier. Trust Mom… If it means her children can be happy, Mom will do anything."
Hearing her speak not as my slave but as a mother put me at ease. No matter how thoroughly she had surrendered to pleasure and become a sow, her love for her children was real. She wasn't offering up her daughter simply to feed her own desires.
If Mom had believed that not enslaving Dohee was the happier path for her, she would have found some way to talk me out of it—no matter what kind of treatment she herself had to endure.
"All right. I'll trust you, Mom."
"Thank you, son."
Moved by my sincerity, Mom smiled up at me. Neither of us waited for the other; our lips met, and another scorching night began.
Go to school properly today, and come straight home before track practice.
"Tch. Who does he think he is…"
That morning Dohee had steeled herself for more of the same from her brother—but instead he gave her a perfectly normal instruction, and somehow that only made her more resentful. Even so, she obeyed without protest. Once her classes were over, she arrived home around three.
"You're back."
"P-put some clothes on!!!!"
The first thing Dohee saw when she walked through the door was her brother standing there completely naked. He didn't bother hiding his erection in the slightest, planted proudly right in front of the entrance. Her face went scarlet as she shrieked. She had prepared herself, but she hadn't expected it to hit her this suddenly; flustered, she bolted for her room like she was fleeing.
Ding.
Back in her room, once her heart had settled a little, she frowned at the text that arrived from her brother.
She wanted to snap at him for ordering her to come out naked too—but thinking of Mom, Dohee slowly peeled off her clothes, spritzed on a little perfume just in case, and stepped out of her room toward the living room.
"Looking filthy already, Dohee~"
"Pervert."
She knew hiding her naked body wouldn't do a thing, so in the end she strode into the living room with her head high and planted herself squarely in front of her brother on the sofa. He was waiting for her fully hard, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It infuriated her, but she said nothing.
W-why is it that big!!
She swallowed hard.
Dohee had never been with a man, but she'd had sex ed and watched the occasional porn video, so she knew well enough that her brother's cock was on the large side. She caught herself staring, and when she saw the lewd grin spreading across his face she snapped out of it, jerking her head to the side as her cheeks flushed.
"Down here's pretty soaked too, huh?"
"N-no it isn't—hnn…"
Her honest body was already aroused; her pussy was dripping wet. Her inverted nipples still hadn't come out, but her juices were trickling slowly down her thighs, and the moment his finger touched her, her pussy clenched around it as if begging him not to pull away.
Her body reacting against her will left Dohee burning with shame—but thanks to yesterday's "practice" (masturbation), she didn't sink completely into the pleasure the way she had the day before.
"H-hmph. Is that all you've got?"
Trembling as she endured his fingers, Dohee put on a tough front, looking down at him with a mocking little smile.
His cock twitched.
"Ohh~ That so? Then how about this?"
"H-hggghhhnn… s-stop…"
Goaded by her taunt, Heetae pushed two knuckles deep and worked her pussy hard. Dohee's hopeless cunt buckled under pleasure intense enough to snap her head back; her legs gave out and she would have collapsed if he hadn't let her go. She hadn't lasted even three seconds—but pride forced another sneer onto her face as she looked at him again.
"B-barely anything…"
"Yeah? Then how about this?"
"N-no… d-don't force my nipples out—ahhhn!"
Taking the challenge, Heetae grabbed one of her enormous breasts and worked a finger into the hidden cleft of her inverted nipple. Dohee had always been a little self-conscious about them; she had never once masturbated using her nipples. So she had no defense against the way his hands played with them now. She simply felt it—and squirted.
Pssshhhhh!!
"Hweh… haaahn…"
Coming from nothing but her nipples, Dohee's eyes rolled, her tongue lolled out, and drool spilled down her chin as the pleasure wracked her. The nipples he had pulled free stood stiff and proud, impossible to ignore.
"You came from just that? We haven't even started yet."
"Eh?"
Still dazed from climax, Dohee's mind was fogged over. She hadn't blacked out the way she had yesterday, but her head was nowhere near working properly.
"I'll give a hopeless case like you a chance."
With that, her brother seized her head and pulled her face straight to his cock.
"All right. This time, Dohee—you make Oppa cum."
"Eh—heeeehnn…"