Beyond Salvation
"Hah... hah..."
I woke up drenched in sweat from head to toe. That dream again. The bathroom — the one where I'd had my first time with that bitch.
"Fuck..."
Trying to shake off the filthy mood, I headed to the bathroom to take care of business. I tipped my head down, hiked my shirt up, tugged my shorts just low enough, and looked at my dick.
It was standing at full attention. Apparently my body, unlike my brain, went into heat the second it remembered that day.
"Ah, for fuck's sake..."
Yeah. This dick is the problem.
Let me take a second to introduce you to it.
Don't want to hear it? Too fucking bad. Listen up.
The teasing I took as a kid wasn't just about the name. This thing had a lot to do with it too. Because it was small? Please. If it were small, I could've just hidden it. Because it was big, then? Come on — everyone's packing these days. So what's the issue? Isn't a big dick a good thing?
Yeah, it's big. But it's big in a deformed kind of way. The kind of size that has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of my body. And don't you dare compare it to some porn-star cock.
How big, you ask? Measuring it with a tape is so humiliating it makes my soul leave my body, so I'll put it like this. I stand about six feet tall. When this thing is fully, rigidly hard, it comes close to the length of an average woman's forearm — and on a good day, it might even overshoot that. You can roughly picture the length, right?
Now the girth. Jesus fucking Christ. Imagine a big, firm apple, the kind that would gush juice over your fingers if you sank your teeth into it. That's the size of my cockhead.
Thankfully it was a lot smaller when I was younger, so insertion had been somewhat possible during my first time. I remember my sister being in agony, though. Even then, about halfway in was the absolute limit.
Anyway, thanks to this thing I got called "dick monster" and shit like that all the way through high school, right alongside the name. I did end up with a few guys I got close enough with, and those bastards don't call me Lee Ji-eun. They just call me Lee Ji. Sounds easy, doesn't it.
Anyway. I sang the national anthem all the way through — every last verse — twice, trying to talk this thing down.
Fuck... I love you, Korea.
Thankfully, my pan-jot finally stood down.
Hm? What's a pan-jot? Fantasy dick. Abbreviated: pan-jot.
I finished up and stepped out of the bathroom, only to run straight into that sister of mine coming through the front door. God knows where she'd been prowling around, but the smell of booze rolling off her was vicious. I pinched my nose in a show of disgust, and this lunatic just cackled and went whoo, whoo, puffing the alcohol breath right in my face.
Fucking bitch...
"Ah, cut it out."
I waved her off, shooing her away — and she found my reaction so hilarious she kept at it for a solid few minutes. Then she hit me with this:
"Oppa~ wanna shower together?"
Lately she'd been coming home drunk and making that offer, and it wasn't the first or second time. She always said it with that stupid little grin, so I'd figured it was just drunk talk and let it slide. Today, though, something in the air was different.
"Ah... n-no. I don't want to?"
I bit my tongue. I did not stammer because I was scared.
My little sister grabbed my wrist, dragged me to the bathroom, shoved me inside, locked the door, and started taking her clothes off.
She was actually insane.
I stood there awkward as hell, counting the tiles on the wall of the oversized bathroom and praying for this to be over. And the reason the bathroom was so big: about a month after what happened between my sister and me, our parents announced they never had to worry about money again and moved us into a much bigger house, each of us with our own room. I had to transfer schools in the process, and I bawled my eyes out saying goodbye to my friends — which is a secret. They even bought me a smartphone so I could stay in touch, which makes crying like that the single biggest dark history of my entire school life.
Shit...
I was staring into space, drowning in useless thoughts, when my sister's voice snapped me back.
"...? Why aren't you taking your clothes off."
Jesus, they're huge.
This lunatic stood in front of me without a shred of clothing, arms crossed, showing off her chest like shame itself had packed its bags and left the building. Had those gotten bigger? Fuck...
"No... why would I strip. You know we can't do this."
We were both adults now. This kind of relationship wasn't right, and I had decided I was going to treat her like a rational human being. So fucking charismatic of me.
And then—
"Fuck...!!! Hurry up and strip...!!"
This psycho suddenly redlined, veins standing out in her eyes, screaming in my face. I was so terrified I stripped on the spot. I was not scared. It was just hot in here.
She looked over my completely bare body, that grin creeping back, and gave me a little eye-smile. Guess she was bipolar too.
"Let's wash each other like we used to... Oppa...♡"
We locked eyes for a second — then she grabbed the showerhead and blasted me with water.
For fuck's sake.
I let out a sigh and decided to play along, for now. Definitely not because I was scared.
I shampooed her hair, worked in a treatment and a nourishing essence, finished with a scalp massage, then washed her back just as thoroughly. She was grinning the whole time, clearly enjoying herself.
Huh? Fuck? Why am I getting pissed all of a sudden...
I picked up the showerhead, turned around, and started washing myself. I'd been at it for about five minutes, focused on the job, when I suddenly felt a gaze on my back. I turned around.
Fuck. Is this déjà vu...?
"Why won't you do the front~?"
She was trying to recreate that day beat for beat. She eased her legs apart, spread herself wide open, and offered it up — inviting me in. Just like back then.
"Won't you do it again~? Hmm~? Oppaaa~♡"
The Ji-yeon from back then and the sister standing in front of me now overlapped until I couldn't tell them apart. What had changed: her body had filled out, and the hair — her pubic hair was thicker, wilder than it had been. And the look in her eyes.
Ji-yeon's gaze had been a little afraid, touched with the faintest thread of anticipation. The sister in front of me had the eyes of a bitch in heat. It felt like there were hearts drawn in her pupils, her cheeks flushed a feverish pink. And she was already dripping — her pussy leaking without pause, a small puddle gathering on the tile beneath her spread legs.
Fuck. The only thing that's changed about me is my body, too.
My head was screaming that this was wrong, but my body was the same as that day... no. Worse. The cock that had grown even more vicious since then was twitching and drooling precum, aching to wreck her.
Caught in the déjà vu, my face buried itself between her thighs with no input from me. One arm wrapped around a thigh; the thumb of the other hand, taking orders from my body, started rubbing slow circles over her clit.
"O...ppaaa...!! ♡ ...haaahn...!! Aaaah~!! ♡"
Unlike the Ji-yeon in my memory, her pubic hair was thicker and clearly not something she bothered to maintain — and somehow that made it even filthier, even better. She wasn't even trying to hold the moans in. They just kept getting louder, like she wanted me to hear every last one.
"Ah... ngh...!! Euh, haah...♡ That feels go— hhaah...! Suck more...!!!"
I pushed my tongue inside her and licked and sucked, and she looked ready to die from how good it felt. In my memory I'd loosened her up about three times before pushing in — but this one gushed like something had burst inside her every single time I sucked. I'd already lost count of how many times she'd come. I finally lifted my head and laid my cock along the top of her pussy, lining up for the main event.
"Ah... haahk... heeungh...♡ Huuh...! ♡"
Sprawled on her back like a frog, she sucked in a lungful of air — then she looked at my cock and the heat flared in her eyes all over again. She stared up at me, raw anticipation written all over her face, spread her own legs, and hooked her fingers into her outer lips, pulling herself wide open and waiting. Her hole fluttered, opening and closing, a thick run of slick pouring out of her...
It was so fucking hot. Really, genuinely, obscenely hot.
"Hoo... hoo..."
I blinked. My own breathing had gone ragged. I'd been letting my body run the show this whole time, and now I tried to think about this rationally...?
Fuck. What even is that.
The woman in front of me didn't look like my sister. She just looked like a bitch in heat. I forced myself to focus and looked at her again — and there was Ji-yeon from back then, looking up at me, face burning with embarrassment, covering it with both hands, peeking through the gaps in her fingers and saying, shyly:
Oppa... it's my first time, so be gentle... okay...?
"Haaah...! Oppa, hurry...!! Put it in already...!!♡"
I put a little pressure behind the head. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, her pussy started to swallow that massive cockhead.
Augh...! It hurts so much, Oppa... hngh... hic...
"Aaaah...!!! It's going in...♡ ...Oppa's huge fucking cock...!!!!"
There was no way it was going in all at once. I pulled back a few times and eased it forward again, over and over, until her pussy finally gave a little — and then, with a wet pop, the head sank in completely.
Oppaaa...!!! Take it out!! Hurry... it hurts so much...! Nngh...
"Nngooh...!! ♡ Oppa... cock...!!♡ More... more...!!"
Ji-yeon's voice from my memory and my sister's moans in my ears layered over each other, and my body only wanted more. I put my weight into my hips and forced it deeper. I hit the wall of her womb and didn't care — I pressed up harder, shoving against it. About half of it was finally inside her.
Her lower belly was stretched into a lewd, unmistakable outline of the pillar of my cock, the tip shoving her womb upward until it tented the skin right beside her navel. The sight was so filthy it made me throb once, hard, against her insides. She flinched and clamped down around me, and it felt so good I almost lost it.
And the Ji-yeon in my memory...
Haah...! I can't take any more...!
She'd said that, then passed out cold, pissing herself as she went limp. I hadn't even come. I pulled out, jerked off aimed at her face, and finished all over it. It was the first ejaculation of my life and I couldn't control the volume at all — I completely glazed her face, then had a miserable time washing her off again. I cleaned everything up, carried her to her room, and put her to bed. That's how I remember it.
Fuck. I had no idea I came that much. It just kept pumping out, spraying everywhere like a burst faucet, going for close to a full minute. Maybe it scales with the size?
"O... ooh...!!♡ Ahhg... euh... ...!!♡"
I shoved the old memories aside and looked down at the sister beneath me — head thrown back, still bursting with slick, drool running from the corner of her mouth. Thinking about everything she'd put me through over the years, all the shit she'd done under the banner of tormenting me, a sudden heat of anger rolled up through my chest. Making me retake the exam for a full year was on that list.
"Fuuuck..."
"Haaaah....♡ ...O...ppa...? ♡"
The look on her face asked what was wrong — why had I stopped. She clenched down around the cock inside her, squeezing in slow, deliberate pulses. I eased my hips back to catch my breath and pulled out a little, and her pussy tried to follow, like it didn't want to let go. Even that was so fucking hot I could barely stand it.
I had never sworn at my sister to her face. The reason I bring that up now is this:
"W... Oppa, what... did you say...?"
My little sister's eyes went huge. She wore such a vacant, poleaxed expression that for a second she seemed to forget we were in the middle of having sex. I had never sworn at her. I had never even laid a hand on her. The reason for that was my father.
When I was little, my sister and I got into a petty argument. I think it was over a toy. The family was poor back then, and my father had always favored her — he never bought me toys, and he dumped every household chore on me, like he was determined not to let a single drop of water touch her hands. The resentment had been stacking up for a long time. I was waiting for her to slip. When I saw her throwing a tantrum at our mother, I figured this was my chance and scolded her. I didn't even come down that hard, but I made her cry. She ran straight to our father and told on me, and that day he beat me until I blacked out. Nobody stopped him. I woke up three days later in a hospital room, with a diagnosis that put me out for four weeks.
After I was discharged and came home, that was when she started being good to me. I remember us getting along after that — really getting along. My parents, on the other hand, became strangers. From then on they barely came home, always out working. The terror of that day was so vivid, so raw, that I couldn't even imagine swearing at my sister, let alone hitting her.
But now, years later, with both of us adults...
Schlck. Schlck.
White foam was building at the place where my cock and her pussy met, churned up by the friction.
"O...!! Oohk...!!♡ O...ppa, I... I... I'm dying...!! Ohgohk...!♡"
I slammed my half-buried, massive cock into her like I was taking out every ounce of rage I had, and her lower belly bucked and heaved in chaos, pouring slick. I think I just fucked my way through the trauma.
"All hail sex. Fuck."
But if I kept pounding her like that she was actually going to die, so I eased off the pace.
"Auuugh... krngh...!! Ah, haah...♡ ...hehehe...."
Snot running, eyes rolled back, grinning like an idiot. She was out of her mind.
I held still to give her time to breathe. That was when she spoke.
My little sister was a lunatic. And she had a masochistic streak, too.